In mein gar zu dunkles LebenStrahlte einst ein süßes Bild;Nun das süße Bild erblichen,Bin ich gänzlich nachtumhüllt. Wenn die Kinder sind im Dunkeln,Wird beklommen ihr Gemüt,Und um ihre Angst zu bannen,Singen sie ein lautes Lied. Ich, ein tolles Kind, ich singeJetzo in der Dunkelheit;Klingt das Lied auch nicht ergötzlich,Hats mich doch von Angst befreit. Heinrich …
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 …
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, …
I Strings in the earth and air Make music sweet; Strings by the river where The willows meet. There’s music along the river For Love wanders there, Pale flowers on his mantle, Dark leaves on his hair. All softly playing, With head to the music bent, And fingers straying Upon an instrument. CHAMBER MUSIC By …