我停住腳步 我指尖一按 拍下這一幕
思索著當年的梵谷 提著畫具 走向前方花園時
是否也曾跟我現在一樣
停下腳步 從陰暗厚重的石牆通道
看著這棵明亮懾人南法豔陽下
柔美微醺的薰衣草田邊
王子般帥氣挺拔的這棵橄欖樹

這通道 似乎有著時空穿梭的能力 能把我從過去帶往未來
石牆內 似乎有著鼓舞激勵的魔力 能讓我將夢想變成體驗
我想 梵谷 畫出星空下的咖啡館那天 星星一定很亮
這通道裡 似乎太暗了 不然
你覺得會不會有“豔陽下的橄欖樹“這幅畫誕生嗎？

我在Arles梵谷的療養院
p.s. 我想把我這幅 叫做“希望”
（我知道你會想說“開門見樹“ 很抱歉 但太不詩意了 你應該一起來的）

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!)