On the vast Chianan Plain with its endless views of green rice paddies redolent with rice blossoms, Wu Ching, a teacher of fine carving, kneels on the ground, head bent and eyes intently scanning the earth beneath him. A line of ants are marching across the ground. It could be accurately stated that the ants are focused on their work and completely oblivious to Wu Ching.
遼闊的嘉南平原，一望無際的綠油油稻田散發著稻花香，在風吹掠的鳥鳴聲中，精雕藝師吳卿蹲在地上，偏著頭，兩眼發直地緊盯著泥地瞧；地面上有一條黑線，正確的說法應該是，有一列走動的黑螞蟻正汗流浹背地辛勤工作著，完全無視於蹲踞在一旁的吳卿。