Just across the lane from Lin Ch'in-chih and his hydroponic garden, his father still rises at dawn and works till dark, stooped over in the fields planting seedlings and watering them from a bucket. He constantly gripes how the harvest was looking bad even before the flood.
走出林欽治的水耕蔬菜園，隔著鐵路巷，他的父親卻還維持著日出而作、日落而息的生活﹘ ﹘正彎著腰在田裡插秧，隔壁的厝邊用水桶一瓢一瓢的澆著土耕蔬菜，頻頻埋怨已經收成不好，偏又遇上天災的無奈。