Thursday, January 21, 2010

a writing lesson ...


I would like to share a writing lesson I learned from our American teacher when I was a college student a few years ago.

In our first writing class, she brought a red apple, put it on a transparent glass plate, placed the plate on the desk near the window, and adjusted it a few times. The sunlight was streaming on the red apple and its holder, and casting a narrow shadow on the desk, a glimmer of smile was on her face. As she was walking away from the plate slowly, and looking around us, she started to talk, I couldn't remember the exact words she said, what she told us roughly as follows.

'I would like you to describe the red apple and its surrounding in about one hundred words, which must be strict to the sketches of its physical appearance. After that, you are going to add another one hundred words to stretch its look to other areas that are related to it, for example, giving a brief description of an apple tree, an apple orchard, its sweetness and nutrition, etc. "

We were stunned, biting our pens, or gazing at the apple, or peeping at each other, as our teacher was pacing up and down the class room, saying a few encouraging words now and then, giving out a few hints here and there. However, it didn't help, a large portion of our papers remained empty, we were only hear the clock ticking faster and faster, and ticking louder and louder, the time was running out ...

The underlined theme she taught us is that to learn a language, especially a foreign language, we must get back to the basic, the square one, and start from the scratch, like children, who usually describe things and their surroundings specifically and vividly and concretely, as apposite to them, we adult tend to think abstractly and generally, and use many big words (abstract and general) which is the number one enemy of the language learning.

For example, most of us know words like fruit, vegetable, light, we may not understand, cranberry, kale, dusk (or twilight) ... on the contrary, children usually pick up these specific words before they learn the categorical term, like fruit ...

Just like most of you, I am still working on the crazy English. Is it crazy? No, as our teacher said, "It is lovely, the school catalog calls it as an English course, I would call it as a course of magic, the magic of words and ideas."

Sharing ...

As I am taking a backward glance at my childhood and my adolescence, those happy moments are flowing through my mind, like a movie, my mom and dad were teaching my brother and me to swim, watching the colorful sunset together from the lookout, reading the bedtime stories for us …

One particular scene is coming up to my mind at this moment, and lingering, it was an autumn night, one of the beautiful nights in four seasons, stars were twinkling in the dark blue sky, and tree leaves were shimmering under the silvery, full moon as they were swaying slowly with the cool breeze. My brother and I went to bed reluctantly at 9:30, after playing.

Suddenly, I was hearing a gentle voice in my dream, getting louder and louder, and my dream was broken and gone after my brother and I were woken up by my mom,

"what's going on?" I asked in my sleepy voice as I was rubbing my eyes, and looking at the clock, it was close to the midnight.

"Come, come to the window." She whispered.

As we were gazing into the starry sky, a shining object flying across the heaven far, far away, leaving a bright, slightly curved, long path, as its tail was blurring and fading away. "Wow, awesome!" We were astonished and excited, it took us a long time to fall back into sleep.

When I was a boy, I didn’t think too much about why my mom woke us up along with other things my parents did for us, although some seemed a bit uncommon, I have taken things for granted. As I’ve grown up, replaying those scenes, I always come to the same conclusion.

My parents have taken us with them to embark on the adventures together, to open the windows for us to see the wonderful world, to share wonder and excitement with us … They have been passing their enthusiasm, optimism, wisdoms and many small things on to us, things money can’t buy.

I joined a global consulting firm after graduated in China seven years ago, and my work projects have taken me to many places and countries around the globe… and those moments are always with me.

Small things here and there

Wow, wow, wow, everyone in the party mood!

I am not supposed to log on to the internet as I've promised my friends, "No internet while on vacation". You see, I am on vacation, not even half way through yet, and still have two weeks to enjoy, and in the middle of nowhere.

Somehow, I miss this community after the noisy parties and a few drinks. Yeah, I drink for the moment of excitement and celebration. As we are saying bye bye to 2007 and unfolding our arms to embrace the new year, 2008, we are excited about the challenges and opportunities lying ahead of us.

May I say a few words?

First of all, thank to China Daily for providing a home for us.

Thank you for posting questions and answers.

Especially, thank you for spending your precious time on reading and replying my posts.

I've found out that my posts for the last year are scattered around, some of them may be worth being revisited, so I said to myself, "Why not put the best of them together?" I would like to open a thread for them, like punching my school assignments with three holes and putting them into a binder.

Those are not self-help manuals, formulas for success, pieces of advice ...

Those are small things, simple things, things here and there, reflecting the ways I look at things ...

Happy New Year!

When we first met

When we first met
I could not see your spirit at all;
I had to tease it out, with the feather of my breath.

And now our souls are like twin censors;
Flames from the very first breath, that lit the cosmos
Fuming themselves almost to heaven's door;
From there one day, God himself will tease out our essence

And we will shoot upward, like stars in the archer's bow
To fall back again, into the tapestry of his long enduring,
Our eyes the mirrored galaxies
Of the planes that he breathes through.

Hair White as Snow


A paling crescent,
My languishing beloved;
Raising another cup of chill,
Snow flying, I drink my fill.
Who must overturn the chest to previous life,
Bits of love affairs stirred up alive?

As life reclaims its due
And the cycle starts anew,
We meet, fall in love, then part
For the sake of our bound lot.
Your brows knit in frown deep,
For rosy cheeks yellowing with age, you weep.
Should annals of history turn to dust,
Still my love would be burning and never rust.

Of thousands of waters bustling to East,
I take one scoop of love to taste,
Obsessed with the butterfly
Fluttering from your fairy life.

Your moonlit hairs, white as snow
Outshine the picture of our parting in woe.
Incense burning away,
Who's touched by what I pray.
I invite the Moon to witness
The purity of my reminiscence.
Our love will last flawless
In her limpid radiance.

Your hair's now as white as snow.
Alas! My tears endlessly flow.
Has my lifetime wait
worn away my own youth,
or furrowed your face, or both?
In the tipsy mundane world
Days reel along.
Nothing can erase my LOVE word
I engrave on the stele for long.

La-r-La La-r-La La-r-La-r-La
La-r-La La-r-La La-r-La-r-La
The bronze mirror revived your naive trail,
As you were bunching a ponytail.
My dear, play spoiled as you please.
I'd keep you company this life, wining at ease!