A faintly fermented scent of pineapple, half-sweet, half-putrid, hangs in the air, and the tropical sun of southern Taiwan is already promising another hot day. The farmers are thoroughly soaked with sweat in no time, and the salty perspiration rolls down their foreheads and stings the eyes. But who has time to worry about such trifles? A customer is waiting for 30 pineapples.
南台灣的日頭高掛，微微帶著酸甜腐臭味的鳳梨田煙霧蒸騰，不一會就全身濕透，汗珠刺得眼睛發痛，可是客人等著送貨，哪敢稍歇？