所有的人、所有的人,当他立志向树跟天看齐,而不是做大官、赚大钱,那么我会说,好、好、好。其实,不是我说。说的人经常已经不在了。像是阿公、阿嬷,而且年纪经常大呀大,大到把阳光带进了阴间,继续在那个世界烧给我,他们的热。热。热在每一秒的风里。在每一寸的大地上。尽是有不怕热的人,从很热的台北、花莲、屏东等,来到更热的金门。一名背包客,不只背背包,连自行车都扛过海,让他的车记住蜿蜒起伏的金门路。以及林荫,以及几 All people, all people, when he aspires to keep the tree in line with the sky, not to make big money, then I will say, well, good, good. Actually, not me. Often said people are gone. Like grandfather, grandmother, and often older, big, big sunshine into the underworld, continue to burn in that world, me, their heat. heat. Hot in every second of the wind. In every inch of the earth. Do not be afraid of hot people, from hot Taipei, Hualien, Pingtung, etc., came to the hotter Golden Gate. A backpackers, not only backpacks, even carrying a bike across the sea, let his car remember the meandering Golden Gate Road. And the shade, and a few