在這樣厚雪覆蓋的天氣裡、一步一步地行走在唯一一條被鏟過雪的路面上，迎面而來的風冰得有點扎人。對目的地方向感全憑站務員幾個簡單的方向指令與手勢，對錯全無容我懷疑的餘地，因為在一片白茫茫的大地之中，也看不到其他可行走的道路。走著走著，突然下起了一陣不小的雪，我一手拉緊衣領，一手撐著傘，還聽得到雪打在傘上嚓嚓作響的聲音。頓時一種自以為的豪情壯志湧上心頭、一種眾人皆醉我獨醒的自作多情，覺得自己為了一個明確的目的、目標，這樣不辭千里與嚴寒（其實也沒有真的多寒，只是我的衣著並未為了這樣的天候做好準備）地來到這前不著村後不著店的小地方，相較於在素日汲汲營營後只圖尋歡作樂的片刻中無限輪迴中人們，自己真是TMD太性格了。
Taken in August 2015. The family trip to Lourdes, where I wished for some miracles.
After the trip, daddy was seriously ill and never came back home.
Which makes me realize that miracle is not a result to look forward to, but every attempt we make.
After the trip, daddy was seriously ill and never came back home.
Which makes me realize that miracle is not a result to look forward to, but every attempt we make.
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