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                         රɲޙ                                                                                                     ؍ɲ་                               Profile
                                                                                                                                                                   â2013၅ඤӍᎉ֙ద᜗ʮᗫ
                         Huang Yu Shan                                                                                           Lin Yu Shih                         Media and Marketing for 2012-2013
                                                                                                                                                                     Fulong Sand Festival
              Profile                                                                                                ϼྼႭd຅Ӎᎉ̅ו፬ɛɲޙ༧ҢᒗᇃࣛdҢͿࣩίཥ                      â؇̏ԉࠬ၍ஈ༷ኰሙ
              â2013၅ඤӍᎉ֙ݺਗ˖܁ᐼΆྌ                                                                                      ໘ۃɮɮೌجɨഅ€̻੬ᄳᇃνఀ˥ٙҢd߉್൚ᇊ                         Member of Recreational Dept. of the
                                                                                                                                                                     Northeast and Yilan Coast Administration
                Planner for Campaign Literature of                                                                   ənnࡡΪ݊j˜ʦϋϞᗫӍᎉٙɓʲɛeԫeيd
                2013 Fulong Sand Festival                                                                            ேᜫҢʞբᕏ௓eϵชʹණf˄εيᜫҢชਗi˄εԫ
                                                                                                                     ዧ೯ҢٙᆠАi˄εɛٙ˹̈ᜫҢһ̋ҳɝl™                          Honestly speaking, when Yu Shan, in charge of the
              â؇̏ԉࠬ၍ஈ༷ኰሙ                                                                                                                                            2013 sand festival, asked me to write something for the
                Member of Recreational Dept.                                                                         ˜2013၅ඤ਷ყӍᎉᖵஔ֙™ಂග዆዆5~6˜Շࡈ˜d                    festival, I suddenly had an empty feeling in my stomach.
                of the Northeast and Yilan Coast                                                                     ࢕ɛe؃ʾேႭ˜Ңᜊəl™Ⴍྼίdவݬಂග˜Ңٙ                       The reason? I was too heavily involved in the festival to
                Administration                                                                                       Ԓίडජɨ˦टeːίӍή༁ᔕဆeൖᇞ˂˂ᕎʔකԟ                       describe my emotions in just a few words! During the
                                                                                                                                                                    two-month festival, the first thing I thought about after
                                                                                                                     77ࢭӍᎉʿᇲᔝٙऎnn™                                  I opened my eyes in the morning was always the sand
                                                                                                                                                                    sculptures, and the last thing that I dealt with before going
                                                                                                                     Ңা੻ݺਗಂගdλ఻ࡈմ͋݊வᅵක֐ٙj˜ɓϘd˄
                                                                                                                                                                    to bed was also the sand sculptures. All I remember about
                                                                                                                     ජᆠઋՑೌᇊჃd࡝ɨ˦ԓdɛʆɛऎ༷ٙ܄ఱኺИҢ                       my everyday life during the festival (especially in holidays)
                                                                                                                     ̘ٙ༩i၅࢙ɽඵֳᏖਓᐼʿᑡ຾ଣdႅැܙ೯ή१ί                       was this:
              Ӎ୐ࡁႭ                                                                                                   ɝɹڮආ຾᏶i࡝ක෤dՇ̨SNGԓఱરί੹ࠀ዗᎘d                      Early in the morning, I got off the train and headed to the
                                                                                                                     வࣛᘆͫБቖྠඟ-؍ᐼeːຄeʃ౶ഃᐼึක֐೯̌d                      office. Before I reached my office, crowds coming from
              ݌ૉӍ୐ࡁ༧ҢႭ                             Wishes of Sand Grains                                             ᙬੵήί௹وࠦn˼ࡁӊմᜊ౬ᙄᕚdยΤᅼ(੄෡Ⴢ)e                     nowhere were blocking my way. Under the scorching
                                                                                                                                                                    sun, I saw Associate General Manager Dai and Manager
                                                                                                                     ย׉ᖕ€੄Ϟɢ--਷ყ̶݋Elmoeยչѫ€੄ᐑڭ--ଋ
              ˼ࡁซࠅ஗ଡ଼Υϓೌᅮ᚛ږ࡝                                                                                          ᛉnndϞ૚ɦʔ̰ሯชٙ༑ᕚdᐼᜫɛᜓఃஹஹl™                      Xue of Fullon Hotel stand in the entrance of Fulong beach
                                                                                                                                                                    with big smiles on their faces. From where I was, I could
              Ϊމவᅵఱ̙˸͂Ꮨ͕ໆၪᚐ່͍                                                                                        ᒔϞɓࡈఙ౻݊வᅵยစٙj˜ᄎਓஈڗʿᑡ຾ଣ஗પɪ                      see two SNG trucks parked on one side of the Rainbow
                                                     I heard the grains of sand speaking last night.                                                                Bridge, and Manager Lin, Xin Yu, and Xiao Si, teammates
                                                     They wished to be concentrated to become a Mazinger             ୋɓ˦ᇞdટաમஞi๎ޙሙڗ͜਷ęeߵႧɧᑊ੭ቃ                      from Liho Marketing, standing not far away, staring at the
              ݌ૉӍ୐ࡁ༧ҢႭ                               (Machine God),                                                  ಁή༧ʈ೻ɛࡰeӍᎉࢪ๖ஷiᖍ໊ϨݴङߠήίࠇၑӍ                      SNG trucks and trying everything they could to promote
                                                     In order to fight against crime and defend for justice.         ᎉˉʂiɲޙࣅഹӍᎉྡɓࡈɓࡈί࿁Ⴍ׼ؐi່ഭ௟ഹ                      the festival and get more media exposure. Before I noticed
              ˼ࡁซࠅ஗ଡ଼ΥϓڀϢ                                                                                                                                            it, the news anchor on the beach started interviewing Mr.
                                                                                                                     डජ͜޴ዚা፽Ӎᎉ௰λٙ۶࿒iঅ֎ʔШίώ༷܄ʕː                      Liu, the vice director of the administration, and Manager
              ഗவ˚နॎຟٙئʆ੭ԸɓകҎૐ                        I heard the grains of sand speaking last night.                 ɰԒࡒʹ၍iᒔϞ፻᚛Ⴔ(ݛႴ)ӊ˂஗Ңࡁ̱ҘԸḏҘ                     Xue. And just at that same spot one month before, my
                                                     They wished to be shaped into a flower,                                                                        colleagues were busy preparing for the festival: Linda
                                                     In order to bring a gleam of hope to the broken country.        ̘.......ॆ݊Ԕ߮˼əl™                               Lin, chef of our dept., was discussing with sculptors and
              ݌ૉӍ୐ࡁ༧ҢႭ                                                                                               வԬ˪˪ᓙᓙdྕːᖎАٙఙ౻dуԴԫཀྤቋ€ɧࡈ˜                      engineers in Mandarin, Taiwanese, and English; Han Qun
                                                     I heard the grains of sand speaking last night.                 ܝٙʦ˂dࣛ੬ึίҢٙ໘ʕओତd˜݊لᆠٙe͚଩                      was soaked in sweat measuring the size of the sculptures;
              ˼ࡁซࠅˌʷϓӍʘၚᜳ                            They wished to be transformed into a fairy of sand,                                                            Yu Shan was checking the instruction plates one by one;
              މऊ̰ٙΝМࡁᑘ፬ɓఙ୿ᘌٙ߁ᖠૉึ                     In order to hold a solemn candle-lit  vigil for those           ٙd̥ϞଉଉҳɝՉʕٙɛdʑঐ᜗ึμֱٙ၅l™                        Yi Shun was holding a camera trying to find good shots;
                                                     disappearing companions.                                        ชᑽശঘᗎпהϞӍᎉࢪዚୃd˜Gi-Giᑽᑽ֔dഗʚڢ                    Ms. Geng was going back and forth between the Visitors’
                                                                                                                                                                    Center and the parking lot, assisting with directing the
                                                                                                                     ੬ग़஺ٙᏍώl™ᑽᑽ྆ጳࣚБٟConnieٙΎɓϣ౪હd                   traffic; and Bing Hao was so helpful and took on hardship
              Ӎ୐ࡁႭ                                   The grains of sand said,                                        ˜ᒱ್ዚୃҷəNϵϣdᒔ݊ڢ੬Ϟߗːή՘пdชዧʔ                      without complaining.
                                                     They felt so sad for today’s Taiwan.
              ତίٙၽᝄ˼ࡁλʔҜː޶                           They prefer going to rest on the seabed to suffering            းl™ᑽᑽږԓϞࠢʮ̡SiennaʿSelinaᗎпݺਗಂගٙ                All of the scenes are still so vivid before my eyes, even
              ˼ࡁࠅҳֆɽऎՑऎֵӐွ                           anxiety.                                                        භۜd˜Ϟઆࡁॆλl™ᑽᑽၠᇞ݈྅-Աёʿܔ΀ഃ˖                      though three months have passed. The 2013 festival has
                                                                                                                     ܁ྠඟd˜Ыࡁ฽బ௴จʿሯชٙ˖܁dଉಔҢːl™ᑽ                      come to an end, but the record-breaking numbers—75
                                                     I replied to them,                                              ᑽ௛ٻᚆʿجᔝନݺਗಂගٙᗎпi௰ܝΎɓϣᑽᑽהϞ                      sand sculptures, 450 thousand visitors, and 220 times of
              ҢႭj̙߰˸dҢɓ֛ึᜫЫࡁٙᗴૐྼତf                   I would help make your wishes come true, if I could.            ҢӚᄳՑٙӍᎉྫМdӚϞઆࡁఱӚϞʦϋ˜77ࢭၚರٙ                     media exposure—set a milestone for future festivals. I am
                                                                                                                                                                    so honored to be involved in the festival. My thank-you list
                                                                                                                     ӍᎉЪۜdՇࡈ˜45ຬᖑᆉٙɛᆓʿ220ۆྕːᖎАٙద                    includes: Gigi from China Airlines, Connie from Overseas
                                                                                                                     ᜗ᚣ̈l™௰ܝชᑽJoohengeˮϼࢪeᕧϼᒮʿהϞӍ                   Travel Service, Sienna and Selina from King Car, I-Chun
                                                                                                                                                                    and Chien-Chung from Greenline Vision, Cellina and Franz
                                                                                                                     ᎉࢪdΪމઆࡁٙ˹̈dਗ਼˜2013၅ඤ਷ყӍᎉᖵஔ֙™
                                                                                                                                                                    Collection, Jooheng and Master Wang, Boss Wei, and all
                                                                                                                     પΣɦɓϣٙ৷ࢤdᑽᑽઆࡁl௰ܝdᑽᑽϼ˂๵d˜ᑽ                      the sculptors and my good colleagues. All credit goes to
                                                                                                                     ᑽઆdᜫ၅ඤd˂˂˂ंh౹lll™                              you for making the festival a blast for us all.







            2013 福隆國際沙雕藝術季 Fulong International Sand Sculpture Festival                                                                                                    Rattle-Drum and Childhood Memories   鼓動‧童心
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