Douliu Humanities Park and an Unforgettable Chapter of My Life
Reflecting on Public Affairs in My Hometown of Wuqiu —-
My Page of Love with Douliu Humanistic Park
Many years ago, when I first arrived in Yunlin, the city's beautiful first impression on me was the Humanistic Park.
A stretch of green lawn and a large pond of lotus flowers, leisurely people and free-flying kites, and especially the eight large orange characters that captured my heart.
[Humanistic Park, Yunlin Takes Off] - characters both elegant and full of momentum!
I remember once bringing Chuang Feng-chia of Newtalk Media here, and then having Feng-chia take a photo of me as a memento, which shows how much I loved this patch of land.
I never expected that I, a woman from Wuqiu, would see my figure change drastically over these three years because of illness, and that this patch of land at Humanistic Park would also, without my realizing it, age in sync with me?
These past few days, while I was thinking about ending my residence in Yunlin, I took several walks around Humanistic Park, only to discover that the beautiful first impression had truly deteriorated.
The lotus pond has dried up, the walkways are overgrown with weeds, and the once refreshing and verdant atmosphere is gone. Could the park also be suffering the calamity of menopause?
Later I heard it was because of old grudges over political positions between the designer and the authorities, and the representative work seemed to suffer collateral damage from deliberate neglect!? Is that really so? Actually I do not know either, but it is an indisputable fact that a park of such fine quality presents a scene of the public sector having no heart to maintain it.
This is not my hometown, yet it makes me think of my various experiences with my hometown of Wuqiu. People who simply devote themselves with warm sincerity and deep love to their native place are often greatly wronged under the vision and breadth of mind of those in power, and often feel much indignation and worry over hometown affairs that should be acted upon but are not.
Deep in the depths of my heart, Wuqiu is actually a Humanistic Park of Taiwan. Yet under decades of heartless inaction, when will there be the dawn light of taking off and showing its face?
I should be a designer who has ideas to change my hometown; I should have the ability to let "Wuqiu people" truly have a sense of glory and the capacity to plan entrepreneurship for the whole township, letting Wuqiu display the radiance of its special status across the two shores. Can I selfishly enjoy a retired life of strolling and no longer grieve over my hometown's death?
Should I plan the rest of my life? Or should I, for the vitality of my hometown, once again devote myself to my hometown's public affairs?
This page of love for the Humanistic Park has stirred the dead sea of my heart and shaken the sea of my love for my hometown....
Last night, I could not sleep.