我停住脚步 我指尖一按 拍下这一幕
思索著当年的梵谷 提著画具 走向前方花园时
是否也曾跟我现在一样
停下脚步 从阴暗厚重的石墙通道
看著这棵明亮慑人南法艳阳下
柔美微醺的熏衣草田边
王子般帅气挺拔的这棵橄榄树

这通道 似乎有著时空穿梭的能力 能把我从过去带往未来
石墙内 似乎有著鼓舞激励的魔力 能让我将梦想变成体验
我想 梵谷 画出星空下的咖啡馆那天 星星一定很亮
这通道里 似乎太暗了 不然
你觉得会不会有“艳阳下的橄榄树“这幅画诞生吗？

我在Arles梵谷的疗养院
p.s. 我想把我这幅 叫做“希望”
（我知道你会想说“开门见树“ 很抱歉 但太不诗意了 你应该一起来的）

I stopped, and snapped. Froze this moment in my memory card.
wondering, when Vincent Van Gogh, carrying his painting gears, walking toward the garden, did he ever stop here?
Like me, staring at the tree which is standing tall and handsome like a charming prince under the blazing sun from the thick heavy dark hallway?

In this hallway, it seems to have the super power of time travelling that could bring me to the future from the past.
Between the stone walls, it seems to have the magic power of inspiration and motivation that could turn my dreams into reality.

I think that night must be very stary when Vincent drew “Stary Stary Night”. Where I stand here is too dim to draw, otherwise, do you think there would be a painting call, “Sunny Sunny Day”?

I am in Arles, where Vincent Van Gogh used to be treated.
P.S. I’d call this piece of work “Hope” (I know you’d just name it: Open the door and see the tree. Yet, that’s not so artistic and poetic!)