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, …
On a birthday party, I sat next to an 8 years old girl, with enthusiasm she told me about her violin lesson. She just learned pizzicato, and she can play 3 tunes on A-string, her teacher put sticker to mark where her finger should place. “If you would like to, I can play ‘the apple …
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 …
“A glutton for punishment” means someone who seems to enjoy doing something that you consider unpleasant, according to Cambridge Dictionary. “A glutton for punishment” is also a title of Richard Yates’ short story in his “Eleven Kinds of Loneliness” short stories collection. In this story, he described the day when Walter Henderson has been fired. It …
The dirtiest house Sophie has ever seen was Howl’s moving castle. Sophie was the cleaning granny in this castle. She was actually 17 years old, but she was under a spell that made her a 80 years old granny. Even if she was not under the spell, she was an old woman inside, who confined …
Come on, jump on the skiff. We go rowing on the Caribbean Sea now. Do not be panic, when I tell you I do not really know how to steer the skiff and I have no sense of direction. But I have a book with me, the book written by Ernest Hemingway. That is to say, …
If one thing from all the stories I read could be true, what would I wish for? Somehow, as I was reading “Mio, my son”, I discovered one wish …
“Rapunzel, let down your hair!” a six years old girl talked to this tower. The tower stay silent, she knocked on the wooden door, “hey, faster, Rapunzel, let down your hair!” I was thinking, if there is a door, it could not be the Rapunzel’s tower. “I guess Rapunzel lives in another tower, this tower …
Roses could be found in many stories: Alice in Wonderland, Mio my Son, Beauty and the Beast, Phantom of the Opera, you name it. Days ago, as I entered the rose garden nearby, I think of the little prince. The little prince was overwhelmed by thousands of roses. The reason was, this rose garden …
“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 …