在紐約買菜 - Grocery at New York

Farmer's Market
有一次到Hell's Kitchen吃飯尋得意外驚喜，意外發現個價廉物美的Farmer's Market。走進紅黃色馬戲團般的帳篷，半空懸掛著各種電線，接駁著電燈、吊風扇和收銀機，是這個市集運作的命脈。簡陋的裝潢、空中裸露的電線令你懷疑這是不是合法的地方。但縱使沒有冷氣，你還是會挺住十多分鐘。因為這裡的菜真的很便宜。

像馬戲團的帳篷

炎熱的室溫，要靠電風扇吹點涼風

很少看見他不怕熱

紅菜頭、蘋果芒、洋蔥、Squash和白蘑菇，五樣東西加起來都只是4$美金。
在Mid-Manhattan別的超市買，平均要$16才能買到相同的東西吧。
Mid-Manhattan真的沒可能找到這樣的價錢。

不用去中國城，省了$2.75的交通費，一個小時的來回時間。

遺一不足是菜的種類不多，像冬菇金菇、芽菜韭菜都不會在這裡找到。

這麻雀小店跟中國城有得拼，別小看這看來簡陋的市集，平價食物造福了很多人的喔!

Whole Food Market

雖說要知慳識儉，可是煮菜很麻煩，又要洗；人總會有懶的時候。所以有時就乾脆到樓下Columbus Circle的Whole Food Market買現成的。這裏說平不平，說貴不貴。勝在有自家廚房，有多款菜式選擇，而價錢按磅數，可以自行斟量。

最常買的是印度咖哩，有三種: Tikka Masala, Chicken Curry,還有綠色菠菜咖哩
  $10美金  二人份量

第二最愛是熱騰騰的湯，有些很少喝到，像Black Bean soup、Zucchini soup。
我最喜歡的是Calm Chowder海鮮蜆湯，十分creamy濃郁，有餐廳的水準。

Size有大小中，大碗的32 oz，可以喝兩天都只是$8.9美金。

這裏就像香港的City Super很似，很中高檔路線。很多上班一族在放工後都來這裏買晚餐。
雖然看上去像人海一樣，但我很欣賞這邊的人流分配系統。在香港很少見超市採用。
香港超市付費方式，大多是單隊式，即是你排的那條隊，就是付款的那條隊。那麼付款效率取決該條隊的兩個因素：（一）收銀員的速度、（二）排你前面的人貨品的多少。倘若你前面的人買很多東西的話，你就要負擔所有時間成本。看著隔壁隊人前進前進。

但紐約這超市的系統的理念，是把時間成本均分到每個付費的人身上。它將所有人放進同一個池，然後分成藍、黃、綠三條隊。收銀員櫃台有38部，每台均有一個編號。櫃台空缺時，電腦就在一種顏色的隊上顯示出一個號碼，指示顧客去付帳，譬如：藍色 35、黃色28。就算你前面的人買很多東西，也不會因此拖慢你，因為你排的藍、綠、黃色隊其實是一個分流系統，而不是單一隊伍。如圖去表示的話是這樣：



在電腦程式的運算下，三種顏色都會輪流獲得優先權，譬如這一次是藍色的話、下一次就會是綠色，這體現了一種公平的原則。香港的超市至今還在採用傳統的單隊付款模式，這或許是因為超市規模有限所致。但的確，經人流管制後，你不用再被動地受制於一個櫃位收銀員的效率、或是排你前面的人貨品的多少；等侯的時間成本均分都每個人身上，整體效率提升。

超市也有人數限制: 不可超過1119人，防止太多人會有意外發生。

Whole Food Market打的是中高檔路線。雖食物種類繁多、但價格偏向昂價，然而份量能自己控制，所以間中來吃一兩餐，或是對於旅行者，不方便煮飯的話，都是個方便的選擇。超市內人流管制的巧思、安全措施的觸覺可見一班。

唯一不滿意一樣地方就是，他們很習慣把你買的東西，放進「袋中袋」：在大紙袋裏再放另一個大紙袋。在我住的公寓，有紙杯和咖啡提供，用一個紙杯也不足為怪。但有位女士是每天都要用「杯中杯」去喝咖啡。我不禁好奇，美國是一個常常講環保意識的國家，但日常生活卻未見人用得其所、適可而止。這究竟是資本主義和消化主義下一個弊病，還是只是對「雙重保障」很有需求呢？

American politics - the 43rd floor & 9th floor

43rd floor

People from different countries live in the apartment I am living: the Americans, Europeans, Japanese, Taiwanese, etc. Every Sunday a free bagel lunch, which locates on the 43rd floor, attracts people from "all around the World".

Woman there love to talk, they seemed not to have many things to do on usual days. Me and Bill don't mind to talk. But sometimes some of them talk to teach (or preach). I once take a piece of tissue paper from a tissue roll to dry my hand.  "Your hand makes the tissue roll wet, that was not very nice." Bill reported how a 30 something years old woman commented on me, I did not hear when she commented. Next time maybe it  is better to cut it with a pair of scissor.  

The same woman, she called herself "chicken". Another time we saw her, we were toasting bagels in a toaster. She was using the coffee machine. Suddenly the coffee machine went short-circuit. We understood the overloading is caused by multitasking of the toaster and the coffee machine. So we are willing to offer help before she actually request. She looked surprised and her lips curl: "Opps, can you pluck out the socket?" Her immediate response was to order two gentleman next to him (Me and Bill) to do the task. We are amazed by her sense of entitlement. We only took out our bagels, resisting to go with her way. She then dramatize: " Oh, No no no,I...I am a chicken. I can't touch the socket." Annoyed by her arrogance, we step front to pluck the socket. " Yeap right there." "Just pluck the socket out." "Put it back". It sounds very much she is participating. Apparently she knows touching the socket will risk being electrocuted. And Asian lives may be less expensive, so we did the task.

Most of these women are single ladies. Bill is pity of them. When you grow old without any company , the only thing makes life fun might just be gossiping around. I was restrained by an 40 years old lady in the pool for swimming in a wrong direction: " You can't swim diagonally. I am swimming this direction. (point vertical) " I felt that this is tragic. No one can own a stream of the pool or the whole of it. Yes you have strong opinions on matters. But you are just trying to challenging others' border line. The space that you draw for yourself, to me is but loneliness.

Some says the Americans are very conscious to individualism. Yes they are. They are also not afraid of to stepping in to rectify you. Getting the tissue roll wet, swimming in a wrong direction, are not black or white matters. But if people think it is violate their social nicities. They will tell you what to do. The key is to communicate. You have to speak for yourself ensure mutual understanding.

9th floor

Getting tired of the social niceties, I found myself a indoor place to enjoy tranquility - the 9th floor. Every Wednesday there is a free Yoga lesson on 9th floor. People in here don't talk much. If we do, that is most likely to be greetings or small chats. Then we are quiet and back to ourselves. You won't hear judgments from others but your inner voice.  Participants includes women with back pain, a health conscious middle-aged guy, a painter, newly moved in couples. We all more or less have some troubles and anxiety in life. But we are choose to put it down here, not seeking for.

Outside the Yoga room is a garden. A girl interrupted me when I was dancing. But I was so happy to be interrupted. She first appeared as a little dot from miles away. She walked half in moving, half in falling - a sign of new born baby. I guess she is 5 or 6 years old? When she became visible to me, her face reminded me of Rue, the character in the Hunger Games. "What are you doing?"  I will feel a bit embarrassed if it was a question by an adult. But her watery eyes and bird voice warm my heart. Children are simple. Their questions are merely curiosity and there are no decorations. "I am dancing." I told her and I knew she will be puzzled. But I want to keep talking: "What is your name?"
 "Oblivia"
"Olivia"
"Oblivia"
"Oblivia"

Her name should be originated from Africa so I don't really had an idea. It back and forth perpetuates for 4 times.  But she was never tired or bored by my errors. She restated her name for 5 times. Later when I talked to her father, he apologized that Oblivia was bothering me. "No! Absolutely not." I cannot agreed with the him for. "You have a curios and brave daughter!" I love to be bothered.

Indeed, on 43rd floor, you can see a spectacular city view, networking with customary people. But strong wind blows your face and makes want to go home. On the 9th floor, no wind is blowing. The tree is moving slowly. The child talks to you without purposes. Some of their questions can blank your mind, just because how genuine and frank it is.

Tranquility, is an ultimate state we are looking for.

Trees and stones never rush.

"What are you doing?" Oblivia asked. 9th floor

Smorgasburg - 美食團出發

一月小姐原本計劃了這天行程，打算一人遊。我們另外三個大懶蟲搭順風車參加她的Smorgasburg美食團。

早上我們先從搭乘往Governor Island 的免費輪船。
Governor Island 曾是美軍抵抗英軍的一個軍事堡壘，收納多座炮台。之後曾幾經改建為監獄、住宅區，到現在已經變為文物保育區。這裏特色在於堡壘是弧形，當炮彈打進的時候能夠把震盪卸去，從而減少傷害。用以牢獄的時期，這堡壘加裝了很多通風設備、暖氣系統、在18世紀中葉來說算是很優待的監獄。後來的監獄都以這個為模範建造。

Governor Island有點像香港的長洲，假日都會吸引很多人從曼哈頓過來遊玩。島上有眾多休憩設施，最令我們興奮的是Hammock Grove，紅色吊床像大紅花一樣在草地上開滿，坐上去能仰看天空。此外還有小型哥爾夫球、千秋、繩網陣，讓大人都變成了小朋友地暢遊玩耍。

玩完之後我們前往Smorgasburg，到Yankee Pier搭往Brooklyn的Pier 6，
到了之後沿著Atlantic Avenue 一直走就到 Williamsburg, 就是Smorgasburg美食市集的所在地。
走到門口已經聞到很重的燒烤味，我們二話不說奔向了一個名叫Duck Season的燒鴨堡，價錢為$11美金。
一月小姐她說：「我不喜歡吃鴨，因為鴨肉很韌。可是這個肉不韌很好吃。」

第二道菜，是一個制法挺特別的薯仔湯。它是用搓成拳頭杯大的薯仔，壓成一個碗，之後在上面淋上蕃茄湯，8美金一個。味道還可以，可是不算特別。是比較果腹的食物，但在這種美食市集，吃太飽肚的食物是在剥削去吃其他食物的空間。

第三第四道主菜，分別是黑松露薯條($11)跟拉麵漢堡($9)，兩檔的人龍長到打蛇餅。拉麵漢堡的用拉麵麵餅代替麵包，中間夾著醬汁牛肉餅。味道主要源自醬汁而非牛肉，味道還可以，但只能算是有噱頭的食物。我就想是不是老闆當初太懶惰，嫌做一個拉麵檔費時又花工夫，結果把材料直接煎了疊在一起。不過這確實是比麵檔更省工夫，而且有看頭，反而賣得更好。他們的包裝紙倒是很特別，漢堡包放在紙上，把側邊一道像風琴的暗格一拉，一道立體扇子就包住整個漢堡，做起來快手又便捷。

Home Fries的薯條是在薯仔放了黑松露油再切成一條條，所以吃起來味道香氣濃郁。麥當勞的薯條，在炸前會浸糖水。糖跟澱粉一起煎炸，出來的薯條是外焦內軟帶來金黃。我猜想這檔也有這樣的處理過。

薯仔湯碗

拉麵漢堡用的「拉麵包」

                      很好用的包裝紙

炸得金黃酥脆的薯條

一月小姐說:「如果把這塊地剷了來建樓，應該可以賣30萬一呎。」
Governor Island得天獨厚的位置，可以看見Manhattan、Statue of Liberty和幾個小島。

吊床令人像小孩子一樣忘我玩耍

在Brooklyn看過對岸的Manhattan，就像在九龍尖沙咀看著港島一樣。

迷霧浮蓮 Dispirited Away

Bria was in her new pink color hoodie, napping on the floor.
This time the words on her cardboard changed:
" Two men stole my purse. I believe in Karma."

Usually when I saw these words I won't take it too serious.After all it is not difficult to make up a story. But I believed her this time. She did had a purse from the last time. And her purse was not with her at the moment. My almost excessive compassion made me buy her a $5 chicken rice.

Inconsistent story
From what she had told me last time, she was abandoned by her ex-husband.The husband left four kids to her. And she needed to raise these kids.
But this time she told me that the ex-husband don't let her to see the kids. The ex-husband kept the kids from her! Now she had a fiance who is trying to steal to make their life better, but ended up in jail. I wonder who is the real victim and who had betrayed first in their relationship. My eyes frowned and there were a lot of skepticism in my mind.

She described her bag was stolen by two men last night. "Where did they steal your bag?" I asked:  She recalled her memory: "Well...it's on 23rd street...two men grabbed my bag and go away..." Question in my mind: " Why on earth were you not going back to shelter but in some bar area on 23rd street? It is a place for people to drink and get entertainment. I pity her but it seem she is more than I think.

Misery Spray
In the morning I had prepared a notebook at home. I have written some suggestions for her:
- Get a library card and access to computer
- Search jobs with computers in library (e.g. try McDonalds)
- Get a letter box for letters replied from jobs applications

While she was eating rice, I headed to toilet before I gave her the notebook. I was shocked when I returned. Her head buried in her coat. Follow by some sound of leaking gas  I heard. She was sucking some suspicious compressed gases from a bottle. Blew my mind.

Her eyes closed. I poked to wake her up. Again she sank heavily and didn't feel anything. Her awareness is extraordinarily low and unclear. I guessed I know why she has been so unconscious. Being awoken by me poking, she looked at me with half-opened eyes.
 I asked her, "What was that?"
"Um...something...I sprayed on the people if they come to harm me." spoke in half-drunk.
So she had some spray for offenders but she now is spraying into her mouth! I stopped asking.

不想承認，可是Bria口齒不清、看起來像喝醉、失去知覺、口鼻附近出疹，這些癥狀與吸入劑用者極為吻合。


Don't be silly in the city
Stop fancying of being a saint for a moment. Being compassionate is good, but be aware of who and what you are getting into. Indeed the society now need a counter-force to meritocracy , meaning the unsuccessful ones can be understood for their unfortunate. But still people have to take account for what happen in their lives.

Interestingly, there are barely Chinese beggars or homeless on the street. The Chinese says 人離鄉賤. When you are out of your home country, you are nobody. Even if you knee down and beg, no one would give a shit.

Chinese people, 華人, I refer to, is strong spirit ethnicity. You can see this from food and beverage industry. Chinese restaurant always close the latest at night. Americans restaurant generally respect personal free time and prone to work life balance, they closed at around 9p.m and off at 6p.m on Friday. Indians work hard too and probably is the only competitor to Chinese in terms of diligence. Most of them close lately at 10 p.m. But many more Chinese restaurants close everyday at 11p.m., sometimes 11:30p.m. if the business is good.

At the end of the day, I still pity her. I tell her :"Bria, you got to be strong. No one is going to help you forever." I gave the note book and instruct her the steps to find jobs. She nodded her head, repeatedly. I hope she really understood what it means by "You can count on nobody but yourself"

上天的失寵兒 The unblessed

不能吃豬的老奶奶  No Pork Lady

在Grand Central Terminal一個黑人老奶奶撐著柺杖，她婉謝我做的餃子，因為她不能吃豬肉。
雖然有點失落，可是她跟聊起天來。
問到她為什麼不去找份工作，要街上行乞的緣固，
她伸出她的手指，甲上呈現紫藍色的瘀血。
「我已經69歲了，我有胰臟病，你覺得我還能做嗎？」

我不禁好奇，「平等、自由」這思想源自美國，到現時傳遍發展國家，大致都認同的普世價值：你努力，你能成為Bill Gate、Steve Jobs。
怎麼不是老有所終，壯有所用，幼有所長？
街上反而充斥著，年輕的、老年的、退伍的不幸的人。
不幸兒，他們自己怎樣看？
黑人老奶奶她給我的原因是：

她氣沖沖地說:「Selfish. Because people are selfish. They just want to get get and get.」
接著她看著我雙眼說：「If I had something, I would share to other people.」

你在金鐘地鐵站上，等了良久也未能進車廂。
你渴望進車廂的人能走進一點，好讓後面的人能夠進入。
幾班車過後，機會來了，你上了車。
可是你忘記了要走進一點，讓後面的人進來。
曾經在月台上懷抱理想的你，現在又在想什麼？

我忍不著懷疑老奶奶，也懷疑大部份像我們的人。
我們生活不缺時，會什麼時侯想到他人的不肯，主動與其他人分享呢？
只有在陷於困境時，才能體驗到他人的不幸嗎？

信者等救  In God we trust Edgar

今天的餃子宅急便是心血來潮，想探索一下世情。
坦白說我初初看見露宿者時，第一印象都是：他們不工作、懶惰、終日等待他人幫助等等。

所以最常我問他們的一個問題就是：「你有想過找工作嗎？」

Edgar是一位50歲朝氣勃勃的老伯伯。
他喜悅地收下我的餃子。
出生於紐約，他有兩個女兒。女兒住在Georgia，可是後來都跟他失聯。
曾經做保安員，但Edgar最喜歡的一份工作是地盤工人。
地盤那份工作讓他與其他數名工人一起住在營地，周末會有車載他們買雜貨。
可是因緣制遇讓他失去了那份工，於是他回到出生地紐約市，在街頭行乞謀生。

問他對未來有什麼期望，他說或許回到那份工作。
他就像毫不當自己居無定所是一回事，十分樂觀地說：「I believe in God. God will make the best for me. 」

宗教說道：「得與失，皆都是天注定。」
或許信仰能夠使這人在俗世中得到些心靈慰藉。
然而，我不禁懷疑，當一個人每天都要餓著肚皮過活，這能否仍視作天的恩賜？

瞬間失去一切的母親  Bria, the mother of four  

Bria正在Grand Central Terminial 外，在剌眼的炎陽底下睡著。
我過去用手指戳了她一下，不動。
再戳亦沒有反應。
戳了大概6下，她睡眼忪惺醒過來。

她的容貌比我預期的端正，雖然皮膚有點乾癟，但可以想像她之前是個端莊賢淑的母親。
我把餃子遞給她，她微微笑向我道謝。

「發生什麼事了？」我問道。
「有一天我收到訊息，十二年的婚姻就此完結了。」她輕描淡寫地說。
丈夫突然離開了她，把財產全部拿走了，留下了4個子女。
不幸可以突然出現，拿走一切。

Bria 在嫁給丈夫後，大部份時間為家庭主婦。
"I love doing all the mammy things. Baking cupcakes, Christmas dinner...you know."
（照顧小孩子是我最喜歡的事情，焗蛋糕、準備聖誕節晚餐…）
回憶起看著孩子長大，Bria禁不住露出笑靨。

她以前也曾在小鎮餐廳做兼職當侍應。
「一個客人來了一次之後，我就能記住他的容貌、喜歡吃的菜、飲料。」
她是一個記性好的侍應。
我聽到一樣她感到自豪的事情。

能找到工作嗎？
「我拿著履歷表四處找侍應工作，但他們希望的是有懂紐約市侍應禮節的人。都沒有人請我。」
無奈的她苦著臉，我替她的遭遇難過。

很多地方跟美國一樣，喜歡聽成功者的故事。
對於失敗者，沒有人感興趣他們經歷的因由。
American dream成就的人多，背棄的人更加多。

"Please Help, I am struggling Broke. I DO NOT do drugs nor will I turn into prostitute. Trying to find a job but didn't work out at the moment."
 Bria, mother of four.

神ほと低い　Higher than the GOD 　

平等自由的美國，強調只要努力，總有一天你也會成為像Bill Gate和巴菲特的首富偉人。
但街上的露宿者卻現著不同的說法。
如果成功的人都應歸功於他們的努力；也即示暗示著，
失敗的人應該歸咎於他們的怠惰、不努力。

當我們問到一個人成功的原因：他們會說：「只是好運而已。」
但當我們問一個人為何失敗的時候，當他們說：「只是運氣差。」，我們會覺得他在找藉口。

有一位老師，叫班上的同學玩一個拋紙球遊戲。
玩法是班上的同學，把手上的紙球掉進課室前面的筒子裏。
遊戲開始不久，坐在課室前方的同學很快已經把紙球都拋進筒子裏。
後方的同學很快發現，坐在課室後面，根本一開始就處於劣勢，無論怎麼掉到掉不到。
後方同學叫道：「不公平！」
批評遊戲不公平的，大多都是後方的同學，很少有前方的同學挺身而出。
我們有時候有否只顧投球、忘記後方的人沒有自己有的優勢？

成皇敗寇，在這個樣論功行賞的社會，又有什麼信仰能比起宗教、天神、地獄，更使人同情憐憫他人遭遇？

朋友問我：「我猜想紐約是一個滿街都是Inspiration的地方吧?」
「嗯，遍佈街頭。」

險命喪千層峽谷 - Silly boy almost die

嗯…差點就死在這個千層峽谷裏。

話說有四個印度人叫彪幫他們拍照。

我自作聰明站上身後那個石壆上面，把手機拿過來，想幫他們拍個更好看的。

那一刻彪在旁整個人凝住了。

下來之後的那時，我還是不知道自己犯了致命的錯。

彪叫我把手伸出來，然後問我知不知道錯。

他很用力的打了我手心一下。

我愣住了。

他直覺的用英文跟我說我剛剛差點把自己殺掉了：

"Do you know what you have done? You have just put your life in extreme danger. Look down at the deep valley! All you need is just for a person to carelessly bump into you, frighten you, and cause you to lose your balance, and you would have fallen into the valley."

"How can you risk you life like that? Do you know how many people have died just to take photos?

　　　　　　「做人有小朋友的天真是好事，可是也同時要有大人的成熟。」

彪有一刻想快速地把我拔回來，但他想到，如果很快速的把手伸過來，可能會讓我失平衡掉下去。最不想出現的畫面－想救我卻反而推了我下去。

他說到，如果我死了，他幾天、幾個月都不會回去。。甚至根本不想回香港了。因為他擔心我一個人在那邊不會回家，會害怕。

我想到一個畫面：身體掉下去，命喪峽谷、血流成河。救護員把我屍體拿走，而彪彪卻留在山谷裏，陪我的孤魂。。。一想到這個畫面就好想哭，人鬼兩隔。我好想勸他快點回家，他卻聽不到。

又想到他回到香港，一個人在外面留連，看見我們吃的車仔麵、韓國餐、黃埔船，想起以前的回憶，回到家裏還是空蕩蕩一人…令他痛心，我真的好恨我自己。怎麼可以愚蠢到失去自己性命，和最愛的人分離，讓他傷痛一輩子。

經過一類死裡逃生的迴光返照，突然好多事情都覺得豪不重要。

能夠吃一口飯、吸一口氣、看見太陽出來，都已經好開心了。

還可以跟最愛的人整天黏住一起，煮飯給他吃。

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　突然覺得吃什麼都好好吃 ‧ Wendy快餐店



              　　　　　　　　　差一點黃泉相隔 ‧ 康靈玻璃博物館

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　唱起張國榮的《追》 ‧  小湖旁
追趕一些生命裏基本需要
原來　多麼可笑
你是真正　目標
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　彪說：「退休後我想養兩隻鵝。」
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　我問：「叫什麼名字？」
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　他說：「一隻叫鄧，一隻叫潘。」

　

 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Watkins Glen 千層峽谷

在死亡擦身而過，叫做near miss。

Miss Near Miss gave me a lesson without charging any cost.

但我仍能從這兩張照片感到生離死別給人帶來那份蕭條。

在相機上的左右、左右鍵，回來地按來按去：我出現了，下一秒又消失了。

坐在車上看著這人影閃來閃去，像是不段重複生與死，幽默化整件事情，我們咔咔聲地笑出來。

但我們的笑是戲謔的、是僥倖的。
每按一下都令我回想，能夠活著是件幸運的事。

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　奪命仙境 The beauty kills

                                               Volleyball trapped in the whirlpool...

Life is easy ‧  Finger Lake

Rainbow Cloud

感謝有彩虹雲和神光庇護

時晨未到 ‧ 忘川河

身後的玻璃，很貴，差點就把它撞碎。
它們十分脆弱，一不小心就可以粉碎。
縱使有魔術棒也回天乏術。

湊近他耳邊說：「謝謝你」

看著他安心入睡，就足以使我覺得活著很值得。

The greatest gift you can give to somebody is your own personal development.

I used to say "if you take care of me, I will take care of you."

Now I say, I will take care of me for you, and you take care of you for me.

Japan Day Festival 日本節

今天在紐約舉辦了一年一度日本節。是看朋友的Blog才得悉這個節日。

最近　ニューヨークで日本祭り進行しています。
友達のブログを読んで、知ります。

お好み焼き，直譯是把喜歡的放上去燒。

大家都很勤力準備呢！
皆さんは頑張ってね！

燒麵嚴陣以待。

焼き蕎麦は準備しています！

在排這個的時候，有兩個穿和服的日本女生對著我笑。
她們是在笑我臉上畫的歌舞伎的面譜。

然後我鼓起勇氣用日語跟她們對話：「白いの着物は綺麗です。

像是中國人聽到外國人說中文一樣，她們臉露喜悅：「ああ！すごい！」

我繼續用最基礎文法嘗試組成句子：

「あのところで顔を絵があります。」　那兒可以畫面

「貴方の白い顔が絵ができます。」　你可以畫白色的面

她們嘰咕嘰咕笑著：「上手ですね！日本語は勉強するていますか？」你日文很好耶！你在學日語嗎？

我說：「はい、日本語は勉強するています。」　對，現在在學日文

我趁機多練幾句：「あなた、今ここで住むていますか？」你們現在在這裡住嗎？

「はい！」　對

之後隊伍又繼續蠕動，她們展現太和優子的笑靨後前行，

今天來Japan Day的目標達成　。＼／。！

つづく　待續…

雖然在熱天下等待，但大會十分體貼的準備很多冰凍的綠茶。
天気はとても暑い、皆さんは辛い太陽の下待て。でも　涼しいのお茶をある。飲んて、気持ちがいいですた！

祟尚日本文化的人們。
忍者のほか好きです。

花姬君

小孩子義工幫忙清潔場地。
子供ボランテいア、会場を掃除に助けで

歌舞伎大花面。
歌舞伎は顔が絵が。

這個面譜名為般若，看佛經常常會看到＂般若波羅密＂。這個字雖解智慧，卻比智慧有深一層的意思。大概是＂不是憑聰明得來的，是悟道之後的自然流露＂的－妙智慧。
很想畫這個的原因，是源自於我最愛的一首歌亂世英雄的一句歌詞：
臉孔是般若還是修羅　自己尚未清楚


この顔の名は般若です。

顔を絵たのは私の一番好きの歌詞乱世エロイカたからよね：
持つは般若か修罗の貌か　まだ见えぬ己の影

傳統的甜品。
伝統なデゼートにある。

原來不想吃甜食，可是這麻糬太好吃了。
甘い食べ物は嫌いです、でも、このもちは美味しいね。

以草地野餐完結！
草地でピクニックのことが終わりですた！

日文文法應該錯得亂七八糟。。當作練習嘿嘿