A hot sun glares down from a cloudless sky as a salty sea breeze ruffles the pennants atop row after row of shui zang. The fluttering flags seem somehow animate, as if the ancestors were trying to tell the people of Chinhu of the hardship they experienced when they lived there farming this heavily saline land.
驕陽酷日，萬里無雲的溽暑，鹹濕的海風掀動著一排排的水沙沙作響，像是金湖人祖先向子孫訴說著，在這塊「鹹水地」開墾的一頁辛酸。