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 …
Sinn. This poem continue with the old tale which made Heine felt so sad. Heine took me to Rhine river and told me the old tale. Once upon a time on this rock, sat a charming beautiful girl called Loreley. Under the golden evening sun, she combed her golden hair with golden comb. Shimmering, glittering, …
The place where I am right now is the right place for me at the very moment. Therefore, stop wishing I am somewhere else, but to pay proper attention to this very place. To be fully present in the city. …
During the social distancing period back in March and April. I always heard children talking or playing wherever I was. Their conversation was my amusement as I walked by and accidentally heard it. A boy behind the hedge raised his voice to call his friend at may be two houses away. “Paul! Do you want …
“Let’s have Fika!” K said with excitement. Right after I touched down in Stockholm, K met me in airport and announced we should have Fika. So Fika is the first thing I did in Stockholm. And I like it! Wait a minute, what is Fika? Fika is a Swedish tradition. An English word for …
In the year 2015, summer, in Basel at flea market Petersplatz. I picked up the CD box “George Frideric Handel Organ Concertos Complete”, 5 CDs for 6 franc. 2 years have past since my first organ lesson, and I was in my 2nd year of music college. I never heard about “Organ Concerto” that time, …
“Recently, it is very difficult for me to get up in the morning. I know my schedule and things to do, but why it is so difficult to wake up? I remember you in your last semester, you always make it to start your daily practice very early.” A college friend said. “Well, that time, …
“How old are you?” A 6 years old boy asked me years ago. “You guess.” I replied. “12 ?” I tried to control myself not to laugh out loud. With a decent smile, I said: “Wrong. Keep guessing.” “O, you must be as old as my cousin, 16?” According to the given answers, I think …
The Sun Singer in Millesgården is overlooking Stockholm across the blue water and facing the sun. He does not have arm to wave to the passing ships. Since waving to ships is not his purpose of life, not having arms is not as sorrowful as not having head and so no mouth to sing. This …
This line sounds familiar? It is taken from an old Chinese movie 20 years ago, called “Xin Dong”《心动》. I could not recall most of it anymore, but two elements are still impressive after 20 years. One is the lyrics of the movie theme song. Another one is this dialog. The couple parted because of fate, …