摘蘋果的心願
早上開車去HR的路上
突然地 想起你來
想著好可惜 如果今天你看到我可以在這個你喜歡的國家
找到工作 安定下來
你應該會比任何人都開心吧
還記得你是怎樣地嚷嚷著 要在紐約買個小房子養老 和我一起作伴
還記得去年你看著我帶回去的照片 嘟嚷著說在美國這麼多年 你還沒去摘過蘋果
如果可以 你現在應該會迫不及待地 飛出台灣吧
可以來度假 來享受聖誕節 滿地雪花的記憶
當然這一次 我不會讓你在等紅燈時還要下車辛苦地撥雪
真的 我還是好想念你
親愛的大大娘
早上開車去HR的路上
一早就下起大雨
於是你鼻翼抽動
I was so touched when I saw the pic and read the notes the photographer wrote. When people around me only care and talk about the oil price, it's the first time I feel someone has the same feeling with me: sorrow. I have never been to New Orleans but only knew it from friends. They described the city as a sunny,warm and colorful place filled with Jazz. I love Jazz even though I just know a little about its history. For me, New Orleans is a city of pleasure with light Jazz and colorful flags swinging. Now it has turned to hell with bodies flowing.