My favourite music

If someone asks me why my favourite music is Beethoven\'s "Moonlight Sonata", my answers are very simple, there are only two reasons: first, it is a music, and second, it is about the moon.

In my opinion, music should not have borders. It is not a song or poetry that has some language barrier, the music does not need any translation. What we need to do? just close our eyes and listen, the beautiful melody floats around you, it is without any words to limit your vision, the music can opens your mind, and makes your brain storm. You could find a lot of images and pictures in front of your eyes, and into your heart. In this time, you could swim in the music just like a free fish, you could fly in the music just like a free bird.

Right now, I would like to talk about the second reason. In China, we have lots of songs, poetry, myths, and stories regarding the Moon, and also we have the Mid-Autumn Festival. In our mind, the moon is the symbol of reunion. I am a immigrant, Toronto is a wonderful city, I love it so much, but, sometimes, I am homesick, I miss my hometown. 1300 years ago, a famous Chinese poet who name is Li Bai, he had a famous poem about the moon, it is simple but touching, until today, lots of Chinese people know it, even the children. By reason it is a traditional poem, that is not easy to translate from Chinese to English, but I can tell the meaning is like this:

Bed front a moonlight land
I thought frost had come on the ground
Head raised, I gaze at the moon
Head bowed, I miss my homeland

When I listened Beethoven\'s "Moonlight Sonata" under the moon, the music was amazing, I could feel it was like the moonlight pours down, touching my hair, my body, also my heart, it was like stream coming from my hometown, I seemingly sat beside the Yangzi River, I watched the moonlight glinting on the water, it\'s silence and peace. At the time, I seemingly backed to my childhood, sat down under the Moonlight, and listened to the story regarding the Moon.

I really love this music, because it is like a bridge that links the Western and Eastern cultures, it belongs to the world.

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My Dream

When I was a little girl, I had a lot of beautiful dreams. I wished I could have wings flying with birds, I wished I could become a fish swimming in a river, I wished I had a cave and were living with a rabbit, and I wished I could have gotten a gift from Santa Claus.

After I had a daughter, I left all of the dream to her. I knew that a dream was just a dream, I had to do some thing for the real life. I studied hard, I worked hard and I tried to do my best to be a nice wife and a nice mother. But I still had my dreams, I hoped I could be a successful mechanical engineer , I hoped I could create a good growing environment for my daughter, and I also wished I could visit different cities in my country, and different countries in the world.

A few years ago, I immigrated to Canada. Canada is a multicultural country. Living in this country, I have met different people and made friends who came from different countries, with different religions, cultural backgrounds. Also, I got lots of information, and learned lots of stories from different medias. I would like to say, yes, I still have a lot of dreams in my mind, but the first one is that: I really hope the world could decrease violent outbreaks to create a peaceful, safe living environment for the children of the world which my daughter grew up with.

Last weekend, I joined a party in my friend\'s house. We were playing ping pong, singing song and so on and so forth. After lunch, we were chatting in the living room. My friend told a story to us. He said, " One day, some guy walked on a beach, the lake was very beautiful, and the color of the water was greenish-blue. Suddenly, he saw an image which was very human-like, she stood on the water and she looks young, very beautiful and sort of tall .
The guy thought, " Am I in a dream?" He looked at the trees, the threes were green, and he looked at the flowers, the flower were colourful, everything was normal, and he looked at the houses around the lake, the houses were very arties and the sky was soaked in dark-red. He felt a little on the strange side, and he decided to go back home. When he just opened the door of his car, a young girl stood behind him and said, " Excuse me, could you drive me to my home?" He tuned back, and he was very surprise, how did the girl look like? She looked young, very beautiful and sort of tall .

My friend kept talking, blah, blah, blah, and all of us held our stomachs with laughter . And I asked my friend:" Did you fall in love with a ghost?"


July 18/2010

[quote:0cf146b276=\"我家三儿\"]友谊，是一把雨伞下的两个心影，是一张桌子上的两对明眸，友谊，它是思想土壤中的两朵小花，并不仅仅是在不幸中才需要朋友，因为幸福的人也要朋友来共享自己的幸福。

[quote:0cf146b276=\"闲坐小窗\"]　　白水，最近我一直在思考一个问题：

　　为什么从事现代诗歌创作的人愿意（原谅我使用这个词，因为我觉得他们死得太容易）选择自杀，而从事古典诗词创作的人总是呼喊几声“看惯红尘笑破红尘”之后，该干什么还干什么？

　　后来我从我爷爷的作品里找到了答案，即中国文化的精髓是什么，归纳起来只有一个字——和，很简单，但费解；很抽象，但现实

　　迷迷糊糊乱说了一通，哈哈哈