每 逢 望 見 翱 翔 於 天 空 的 飛 機 ,

            就 令 我 想 起 穿 著 澄 色 飛 行 衣 ,

            戴 墨 色 眼 鏡 , 站站在 飛 機 前 的 英 姿 --

每 當 吉 普 車 駛 過 , 那 位 站 在 車 上 , 意 氣 風 發 , 雄 糾 氣 昂,

          接 受 民 眾 歡 呼 的 戰 鬥 英 雄 , 就 會 映 入 眼 簾 .

每 次 摩 托 車 急 駛 而 過 ,

           坐 在 爸 爸 摩 托 車 後 座 的 我 緊 抱 住 爸 爸 ,

           直 駛 向 車 站 的 那 一 幕 ,  最 令 我 難 以 忘  懷 -----

親 愛 的 爸 爸 , 我 愛 您 !!!!

Recollection of the Bygone Days         　　　　5/2005

Whenever I look up at the sky and see the fighter planes fly  overhead,

it always reminds me my daddy’s heroic figure

standing in front of his fighter plane,

wearing an orange-colored pilot uniform and dark-green sunglasses.

When I see a jeep pass by ,

an image always appears

before my mind of my father’s victorious Army-hero parade,

where he stood in the jeep and looked handsomely heroic.

He was resolute and high with spirits;

both joyous and happy as he wove his hands to

accept the warm welcome from the cheering crowd.

When I glance at the motorcycle  ,

 I will never forget the time when my father and I rode on his   

motorcycle.

I held tightly to him with both arms and rode in the back seat.

We zipped along as swift as the wind

and quickly rode toward the bus station --

Dear Daddy, I love you, I will love you forever and ever!