You asked me why Autumn is my favourite season, why don’t you come with me into the wood? Are you ready? Let’s go! The moss in the wood is fascinating. When you look at it carefully, it is a small kingdom with colorful living things. It is even luminous after been …
As my train slowly arriving in Leonberg train station, the small drops of rain were getting larger and larger. As I stepped out the train, Leonberg welcomed me with lightning and storm and heavy rain. The little umbrella that I have was rather useless in this situation. Anyway, for me who grew up in Malaysia …
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 …