古巴,圣地亚哥,某个海岛。她从岛上唯一的一间餐厅走出来,看到海水和云朵一样波光粼粼。一个小小的当地女孩子走过来,黝黑的皮肤,纤细的小发卷,大眼睛里满是爱慕,静静递给她一朵花。你可以从孩童的眼睛里看到她小灵魂的每一处纯净,她接过那朵花,心生感念。可是那孩子的母亲立刻从远处走了过来,用手指着女孩子破烂的鞋子,说着什么。她明白了,掏出一些钱给她。再回看那孩子纯纯净净的眸子,忽然十分心疼。她把那朵小花带回了台北,在她和朋友的摄影集《对照》中,她为那个故事写了一些话,叫做一《良善的花朵》。不管生活有多丑陋,那些娇弱的花朵,总是良善而美好的。 Cuba, Santiago, some island. She walked out from the only restaurant on the island and saw the sea sparkling like clouds. A small local girl came, dark skin, thin curls, eyes full of love, quietly gave her a flower. You can see every aspect of her little soul from the eyes of the child, and she takes the flower and remembers it. However, the child’s mother immediately came from a distance, pointing at the girl’s tattered shoes and talking about something. She understood, took out some money for her. Looking back to the pure pupil of the pupil, suddenly very distressed. She brought that flower back to Taipei, where she wrote something about the story called “Good Flower,” in her “friend” photo album. No matter how ugly life, those delicate flowers, always good and beautiful.