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「……仄狹的隘道，兩側都是無際的懸崖，崖上蓋著大樹和高大的羊齒類植物，從兩邊崖上連接成穹窿形，卻讓一道澄淨的溪流成為一段一段的瀑布一直降落到崖腳，在那裡形成一方小小的潭，恰似一面反映著整幅圖畫的明鏡；蘚苔叢生的岩石從那些攀爬著的植物中突出；陽光在大塊大塊的綠色上面嬉戲著；直徑在一公尺以上的壯大的樟樹筆直聳立著，並且細長得像教堂裡的大蠟燭一樣，完全沒有枝條，達到無際的高度；脫皮的莖幹和寄生植物，成了微風的玩具；經過無數扭曲的藤葛，將這些樹身和枝條像繩索一般結合起來；到處有些蘭科植物以它們的香味薰香著空氣。…」─D.Thompson ，1875。

不過大家說……
把路拓寬比較好走，把水截走可以灌溉，樟樹砍下可以提煉樟腦，採藤編籃可以賣錢，蘭花應該擺在市場。能採的採光，能帶的帶走。再來呢？放把火用灰燼滋養下一批經濟作物吧！直到榨不出油水再看看有什麼賺錢的出路。

雖然蝴蝶漫舞美不勝收，但鈔票飛起來更美；
雖然淙淙泉音極其悅耳，但銀幣響起來更沁人心脾；
雖然綠色重巒疊嶂壯麗無比，但一疊綠花花的鈔票絕對比它好看。

我們看不清什麼被抹掉，也不知自己要付什麼代價。
只知進步之輪不斷在身後嘎嘎做響，
不停用金錢鞭打我們的靈魂。

Nankeng

“On the narrow defile, either side is steep cliff without ends. The cliff is covered with giant trees and large fern plants. They grow so nice and high that the top of plants connecting with each other in an arch shape while clear spring water running downwards through those fern arches. On the ground, waterfall comes into a small pond, as like a mirror perfectly reflects the whole picture; those moss-covered rocks stand out from the fully-grown climbing plants; sunlight freely shines onto those greenish blocks of vegetable nature; those giant camphor trees with diameter over 1 meter stand firmly from the ground. Those branch-less barks look like large candles in church and they reach upwards into the skyline; peeled stems and barks and parasitic plants all become toys for breeze; those heavily twisted and interweaved vines are like ropes to connect tree barks and branches; the air is fragrant by plants from orchid family everywhere….” - D. Thompson,1875.

But, people say…
A broader road is easier for walking, water could be took for irrigation, camphor trees could be cut down for camphor exacts refining, climbing vines could be made into baskets for sale, and orchid should be in the market. People take everything and bring away whatever they could. What’s next? Let’s set fire to burn the land into ashes so it could fertilize economic plants. Until there is no value at all, we could then figure out what else to make money.

Even though butterfly flying is so beautiful, bills flying is much prettier;
Even though creek running is so pleasant to hear, silver coin makes better sweet sound;
Even though green hills are such magnificent view, piles of greenish bills are of better scenic value.

We didn’t see clearly what was wiped off and we have no idea what price we got to pay, either.
We only know that the wheel of progress runs behind us and whip our souls with money all the time.