大一下的時候, 有一位物理系的學長新詩比賽得獎, 他把我叫到社團教室的角落，拿出他在語教館摘到的四葉酢醬草貼製的卡片告訴我：「我的詩得獎了，我把其中的一句獻給你。」我欣喜顫抖接過那張卡片，上面寫著：「新鮮是腐爛的開始。」然後我醒了一大半。
今天早上睡睡醒醒到十一點才真正起床，喝了薑湯逼出了汗才減緩頭痛，到日文系開了一個小會，喝了廣島太郎老大的咖啡下樓，又喝了系友 Hayley 小姑娘送來的蔓越莓咖啡，神清氣爽，沒想到打開電腦就看到另一位系友 Katrina 寫的一首詩 "Literature Doll"------
It is extremely touching--intellectually and emotionally!!!
<Literature Doll> By Katrina Huang
Everybody has a treasure box.
Everybody loves dolls.
I found and put them in the box.
In college life, I have four.
Brother Linguistics, Brother Translation,
Sister English Teaching, Sister Literature.
Poetry was who I beloved. That was her nickname.
Into society, I put her back to the box.
Dusty and rusty, I try to forget.
"You are not practical and no one knows you.
All the other dolls make money talk."
Not until today's class,
in my heart, I hear ticktock ticktock.
An activity A practice teacher brought,
Sheets of paper, flashes of words,
"midnight's glimmer, bee-loud glade..."
"Oh, my owner, where are you?"
Silence of the air, did the time stop?
Why I hear my poetry doll just cry?
Hurry up, I want to run.
Find a keyboard and take that down.
To my dearest, to my joy,
Now I know so much I miss you.
You are the one who makes me learn,
in the world, there's a word called,
Dear Prof. Yu-hui Huang
Every word, I just want to devote to you,
'cause you are the biggest dolls seller!
Happy we did meet you.
Lucky that once we could get
spice and beauty from the life!