I remember going rafting at Hsiukuluan with my friends when I was at university, taking the train from Hualien to Juisui by night. Air was blasting in through the wide-open windows, and we stood in the open doorways of the train, as if ready to drop down into the corn fields at any time.
還記得大學時代和朋友到秀姑巒溪泛舟，一行人從花蓮跳上開往瑞穗的夜車，夜氣從敞開的窗外大把大把地湧進來，我們站在大開的車門邊，彷彿隨時都會掉進鐵軌旁的玉米田裡。