Go fishing in the Taiwan Strait

The islands in that area

As small as a bonsai, the trees in that area

Shaped by the typhoon into the shape of a bow

Just like the fisherman in slippers in front of him

The backbone is extremely bent, and the distance between his toes

is as wide as the mainland and Taiwan

At the offshore farm.

He guides us to steady our heels

Showing us how to cast, using live shrimp as bait

And we worked all morning in vain

Not a single fish was hooked, and not a single crab ate us up

But we were enthusiastic, releasing the line, reeling in the rod

We fought with the sea and kept catching a wave and a blue sky.