This is the lane in front of my house 這是我家的巷子
I live in Reggion, the city of Italy. In the day time, the sound of telephone, door bell, talking, laughing, eating, cars are coming on and on into my brain. I am so busy, also the sounds come from every different direction and I can never listen carefully. In the midnight, after a lot of work, the night suppose to be really quiet. I try to sleep. I close my eyes, all of the sudden, I hear the sound of grandpa and grandma breathing who always go to bed earlier. The sound of dad cooking in the kitchen. The sound of mom talking on the telephone. The sound of my sis tying computer. The sound of my bro changing channels with remote control of tv. I open my eyes. These sounds suddenly disappear. I close my eyes again. These sounds come again as the great waves. I realize, they are the sounds from my heart. The sound of my home, very far away in Taipei.
我住在義大利的Reggio 白天 電話聲 門鈴聲 說話談笑聲 進食聲 汽車聲 絡繹不絕一窩蜂的湧進我的腦袋裡 我忙得不可開交 聲音來自四面八方 我根本無暇去細細聆聽 夜半 工作了一整天 理當靜的不得了 我試圖睡覺 不料閉上眼 卻聽到早眠的爺爺奶奶均勻的呼吸聲 爸爸煮宵夜的炒鍋聲 媽媽講電話的說話聲 妹妹打電腦的鍵盤聲 弟弟拿遙控器換台的電視聲 張開眼 這些聲音又瞬間消失 再度閉上眼 怎麼這些聲音又排山倒海而來 原來 那是來自我心裡的聲音 很遙遠處 在台北 家的聲音