Once again she (Ronia) hid her face against Lovis’s knee and made her rough yellow gown wet with silent tears. Night and darkness had fallen; even the worst days come to an end. … … But Lovis sang, and the world became as it should be. Ronia sank into the deep peace of childhood, and with …
The story of Mio and Pompoo lost track of each other in “The Deepest Cave in the Blackest Mountain” I (Mio) rose up from the ground and something fell out of my pocket. It was the little wooden flute that Nonno had carved for me. My flute, that I had played around the campfire on Greenfields …
The days getting shorter, the weather getting colder and colder, year is getting closer to its end. I have no excitement anymore and my only wish is to stay healthy and alive for the rest of the day in the year. I have had enough for this year, please just leave me in peace. I …
Today is Eternity Sunday in Germany. It is a Protestant religious holiday commemorating the dead. I would like to share 3 pieces that touch my heart on this very special Sunday. 1. A prayer in English: God be in my head and in my understanding. God be in mine eyes and in my looking. God be in …
The merman sing again, the peaceful world restored. His music is more powerful, his voice touched human heart. He is still singing when the starry night fall.
Let me introduce you the popular dessert among Chinese and Japanese – the red bean soup. Culturally, red bean is a symbol of faithful love, according to the Chinese poet Wang Wei (701-761). He wrote: 紅豆生南國，春來發幾枝。Red beans grow in south, new branches come with the spring. 願君多采擷，此物最相思。I advice you to cherish them, for they can most represent …
Make yourself a cup of tea, and let us read a poem about Mid-Autumn Moon written by Su Dongpo (1037-1101). A little cultural background before reading the poem. Mid-Autumn festival is an important festival for Chinese, Japanese, Korean to be with family. Full moon is round, round in Chinese calls “yuan” 圆. When family is …
Last year summer, I was in some places in Thüringen to attend an organ academy. My first stop is Eisenach, the birthplace of Johann Sebastian Bach (1685- 1750). Bach is my all time favourite composer, of course, I visited the Bach museum in Eisenach (Bachhaus Eisenach), where he once lived. The exhibition begins with Instrument hall. …
What has been written in the sand last only until the next ocean wave to wipe it away, without leaving a trace nor proof. But the one who wrote the message in the sand, and the one who understood the message will keep it in their heart and treasuring it dearly. Like music. Once played …
Finally, the time has come to share with you my favourite poem Septembermorgen by Eduard Mörike about my favourite season – Autumn. It is talking about on a September morning, where the woods and the fields are still dreaming, but soon you will see the Autumn – the golden world. And I, on a September …