A group of friends from far away

becoming the guests of the tribe Luvaniya in Taitung

absorbed in the mountains and the cultures

This is the song a tribal chief used to sing on the roof of his slate house

whenever he was about to pick a man to be his daughter's husband

Now we are going to make 'avai'

As I said, you have to do it by yourselves

We put in the meat in this way

(We were thinking,) what if we shared the local spirit and the local experience

with those who really understand or those who are really interested in our products, and invite them to our tribe

And show them how our elders farm in this land

Close your eyes

Feel it by touching

It's simple

It's true that there are many elders older than I am

But many of them have forgotten the ancient knowledge

I'm afraid that if one day I pass away

Who would still remember the meaning of the millet?

Look at the millet stalks

They used to be what the people used to pray for blessings

Just like the incenses the Chinese people use for worshiping

It's my idea that

I must show the origin of the millets to the children in the most beautiful way

Could the experience of "The Farmers' Trip" be a start for the whole tribe to transform into a school of millet?

We will host you in the most natural and unpretentious way

Harvesting millet, or perhaps a stroll in a forest

We will share these simple experiences with the people