Whenever a temple celebration took place, by the side of the glistening green rice paddies could be seen the strangest of processions: following in twos and threes behind the manically colorful flower trucks were old gents on bicycles and youngsters on motorcycles, as if under a magic spell, eyes fixed straight ahead on the dancing and twisting flower truck girls, to whom "wearing clothes and being naked is about the same thing."
每逢廟會，總會看到綠油油的稻田旁有那麼一種奇異的隊伍：五光十色的花車後，跟著三三兩兩騎著腳踏車的老先生或騎著摩托車的少年家，彷彿被下了魔咒般，眼睛直盯著「有穿和沒穿差不多」的女郎又跳又扭。