星子:
你好,我很关注你的作品的插图,现发给你几个网址,请查询选材:
1.http://article.yeeyan.org/view/163202/147009
1.1【设计图集】如斯美丽的摄影
1.2【图集】唯美的动物数码绘画作品
2.http://article.yeeyan.org/view/163202/145637
2.1【设计图集】出色的鸟类摄影作品
3.http://article.yeeyan.org/view/163202/145610
【设计图集】百年红外摄影
4.http://article.yeeyan.org/view/163202/150134
【设计图集】令人叫绝的空中摄影
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祝贺星子获得加拿大2010文学新秀奖励;特转载此事:
星子荣获2010年度 MARTY文学新秀奖
星子荣获2010年度 MARTY文学新秀奖
【多伦多在线】一年一度的MARTY艺术奖颁奖典礼，2010年6月3日晚在密西沙加艺术中心隆重举行。来自密西沙加和安省其它地区的300多位艺术家，诗人，媒体工作者，社区名流参加了颁奖仪式。
本届共设13个奖项，分属文学，表演，传媒和视觉艺术类别。得奖者包括世界知名的摇滚乐队illScarlett，著名作家Kathy Buckworth 和So You Think You Can Dance Canada 的舞蹈家Austin Di Iulio，国际著名导演Richie Mehta等等。诗人星子（Anna Yin)荣获本届文学新秀奖。
MARTY奖的前身是创办于1981年的密西沙加艺术奖，由密西沙加艺术委员会组办。这次共有93名艺术家获得提名，由一个独立的艺术家评审团选出最终13名获奖者。获奖名单由罗杰斯电视台经理Jake Dheer宣布。各位获奖者获得1000元奖金，奖杯，以及广泛的媒体报道和社会认可。
星子女士1999移民加拿大。2003年开始英文诗歌创作。英文诗集曾荣获加拿大 2005年 Ted Plantos纪念奖。获奖诗歌 "Toronto , No More Weeping" 曾在加拿大国家电台 CBC 播放。她在英文诗歌创作中体现的人文关怀和浓郁的中国色彩，得到加拿大文学界的广泛认可。
祝贺星子在英文诗歌上取得的成就。我们期望有更多来自中国的文学艺术家为加拿大的多元文化添光增彩。
正在观看博客的会员有： 没有
得知雨雨怀孕的事,我衷心为她高兴.因我知道孩子会给母亲带来什么. 兰儿前几天来电说,她对我印象最深的一句话是
如果我是单身,我也要有自己的孩子. 那是完全不同的,全心全意的爱和回报.
不记得看了那部电影,电梯里一对恋人打哑语.他们走后,别人问,他们说什么, 我永远记住了这句话.”You completed me.”
我想这样的感觉多幸福呀. 女人的一生,没有孩子,是不完整的,至少我这样认为. 当然我们也可以把自己的恋人当做自己的孩子,但那还是不一样. 我希望雨雨能够在新的生命中理会到人生不同的快乐.
我也希望兰儿重新开始她的新生活. 让我们做快乐的蜜蜂,采酿的是甜美,是浓郁.
A few days ago a friend of mine called me, I immediately confirmed my instinct. It was sad to know another couple going through the process of divorce. I felt sorry for them. I could understand how hard it was. I asked her if she made her final decision. She said yes. All the three years, since her husband worked outside of Ontario, she mainly raised their son up alone. She said in her life now with him or without him didn’t matter any more. She was a very dedicated and elegant girl before, she told me those three years she seldom contacted friends or joined in parties. Now she felt she needed to live a new life. She wanted to have her own taste of life. I agreed. I remember three years ago when Jack and I visited their new house, how beautiful and comfortable their house was. I felt happy for her since they seemed very matching. But two years ago when we were invited back, I could sense how tired she was and I spotted much mess in her house. Life was a ruthless grind tolling the beauty and grace into pieces. It alerted me but with the understanding of each family has its own way and own trouble to deal with. So I didn’t give it another thought. Now thinking back, I understand deeply each of us must first be oneself then be a wife, a mother and so on. Suppress one’s self is not healthy and eventually one would suffers from DEPRESSION. Many immigrants after a few years struggled in life and finally settle down, but they slowly slide into depression. Because of insecurity of future and tiredness of life, married couples always are too easy to go their extreme way to fight. Each fight brings another unsolved pain, eventually their marriage crashed. Sometimes I discussed that problem with my western friend Sue; she suggested finding family or marriage consultants. She said they saved her marriage. But most of Chinese couples are shy to talk their issues to others.
I tried once since our company insurance policy covered the fee and for me I would like to experience new thing and see how it worked. The consultant mainly listened to me and She never judge on who was right or wrong. She told me the consultant mainly worked as a tunnel for the couple to find their way to out the dark. Sometimes it is really nice to have someone listen to you. Without fear and worry, you put down all thoughts and just talk. During the process, you found you calm down a lot and you found many more important things in life should focus on and both of you should work together for that, not wrestled energy and emotion to break yourself. When I was back in China, I asked my close friends the ratio of divorces there. They told me very high. But more couples stay together just as a matter of form but no true meaning of marriage. I asked Yun about himself. He said he was not a good man but not a bad man too. It seems most Chinese marriage issues in Canada are more simple, but much complicated back in China. Most in Canada are due to too less love since one side or both sides devoted too much into financial issue or work. Most in China may be due to the many temptations which fast money and improper life style bring.
放了一周假,上班还真有点懒散 
想周末的诗歌活动,和跳舞晚会
天冷也不怕,一直舞下去...以后老了也会身体健康,心情快乐
Early spring awakens lush desires:
willows dangle twigs that softly sing;
beside the streams, reeds flaunt bright green fire;
hugging the shore, a swan preens its wing.
I wander alone, thinking of you;
poplar trees whisper, flocks of birds soar.
My paces descend in cascades of blue,
I long to join the rings at our core.
Life is mystery currents , I pray
Love and being loved embrace each scene.
When time goes by, they will gladly weigh
each moment as gold with its own sheen.
Petals will wither and rings will be worn,
I'd rather treasure this moment than mourn.
Sometimes I need to write to clear up my mind. Like now I know he is waiting for me and I wonder if I should join him soon. I could choose the easy and comfortable way to make our life easy and happy, yet before my PC, I slide myself into writing.
I feel writing is another world or another life of me. I could be free there, as Ning says.
There I am myself, I am the creator. In a real life, I play my roles: wife, mother then myself.
Most time, I should say I am content. But that only fills part of me, who am I and what do I want? I am not sure yet. Ning says people like me are hard to be ordinary. But what is the ordinary? I never dare to forget the reality, but I wish to live alive and live more meaningful. I cannot resist feeling bored about the same pattern each day, though I know that is life. Writing is a tunnel for me to breathe the fresh air and to embrace my dreams. Writing also becomes my meditation. Through it I can feel the changes inside me. I can feel the peace there. Thus I know what I treasure. I continue writing and write to gain and write to let go. After day by day’s practice, soon I could confront myself and write to my heart. Friends tell me to write bravely, fake or true, not to worry, just write. I guess I should take their advice.
Right now the hinder of my hesitation blocks me to bring the whole story out. Now it may be the time to uncover the life.
<<Life on the Edge>>
江南带的谜语很好玩...我带的智力环也不错.想不到他们还都解开了.
JASON 和爸爸表演的还好没砸锅,倒是砸了木地板...不知道主人心疼不?
心情: Amused ]和我长期相处的好友和我老公都觉得我脾气倔,人直没心眼.
为此老公一直想改变我. 多年前在南京读书时,因为我哥想管我,
我毕业时一举南下,天高皇帝远,谁也管不了,快活了好几年.
成人妻了,却处处得检讨自己是不是说了实话又得罪人了.
老公为我好,所以总批评我,虽然我也努力过,但很多时候我真的不知道
哪里又说错或做错了. 直到最后,我说我不想改变自己,
我只要人生几个知心朋友就够了. 喜欢我的性格就喜欢我,
不喜欢我也不可能去讨好人,
我不想为别人活着. 我想要自己活得真实.
这次回国,这也是让好朋友们最羡慕的. 我有自己的精神家园.
不过也有利有弊,朋友批评我太活在自我世界. 很少和外界沟通,
也对,我确实很少和别人聊天,拉家常的,很多谣言什么的,我也很少去答理.
在国内时,我就算是后知后觉,公司很多消息我是最后知道的.在这里工作八年的公司
我依然如此.但我很快乐,很忙,不仅工作,也忙自己的学习. 所以,这么多次裁员,
我想着下一下可能是自己,因为我从来不去拉关系,谁都可以轻易裁掉我. 不过我确实也不在乎了. 到哪都不可能有铁饭碗的. 所以我想我以好的心态来迎接会更快乐.
快乐不是别人给的,而是自己给的,北夜这样说. 我很高兴他年轻轻地能悟出来.
有这样的心态,人生就不会怨天尤人,不会把自己的不快乐强加于人.
生活中我们确实多少会遇到缺乏理性,或借中伤别人来换取自己的快乐的人, 一笑而付之吧,我们不值得浪费时间和精力的. 生活中美好的事情很多, 我会更加集中精力多学点英文和多读点东西, 多尝试新事物, 多花时间陪陪家人, 这样的快乐很平静,
也很真实
你谱写了一首爱情诗
来表达对我们倾斜眼睛
的爱慕和崇敬,
来抗议André Boisclair
提到它们所带有的种族歧视和侮辱.
我们来自另一个种族,
黄皮肤,黑头发以及其他特性,
这些我们引以为傲,
并且坚信造物主给予它们的美丽.
但是在魁北克一个政党领袖的讲演中,
它们沦陷为”那些倾斜的眼睛”.
现在不管多少象你一样
敬重我们同样拥有独特的美和同等的权利的,
站出来大声疾呼和赞美
我们的眼睛多么美丽,多么优雅,
他的视野和演说留下的阴影
仍然挥之不去.
我们永远不会称呼自己
“倾斜的眼睛”,
也不会贬称你们或他们
为“大鼻子”.
我们相信每个人都拥有美丽的灵魂,
每个人都是独一无二的人.
超越倾斜的眼睛之上,
我们看到每个完整的一体,而不是某个特性;
我们热爱自己和别人,
坚信每个都是不可分割的人类.
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我的西方诗人朋友PAUL写了首爱情诗,抗议魁北克一个政党领袖的讲演中,提到亚裔后代为”那些倾斜的眼睛”,这种明显的种族歧视引起普遍华人的不满. PAUL发给我,让我给他建议.
我读了他的诗歌和这些事件由来,写了这首诗歌.来表达我的观点.
征得PAUL的同意,我将我们的邮件公开,希望更多人能了解这些潜在的问题. 其实我参加的西人活动,接触了各种西人, 对华人以及中国,他们各有不同的看法, 我想以后以英文小说方式写出.(LIFE ON THE EDGE) 谢谢关注． http://www.coviews.com/viewtopic.php?t=34853
You wrote the poem about our slanted eyes
to admit your admiration and adoration,
to protest the way André Boisclair addressed them
with a racial insult.
We are from another ethnic group
with yellow skin, black hair and many other features
which we respect as beauty created by nature,
but in a speech presented by the Parti Québécois Leader,
they descended to the “slant eyes”.
Now no matter how many people like you
who respect us having unique beauty and equal rights,
speak up to praise
how much grace our eyes hold,
how beautiful they are,
still the shadows from his eyes and his speech
could not be cleared up.
We will never call ourselves
"the slant eyes",
nor call you or him
"the Big Nose".
We believe we all have beautiful souls
and each is an incomparable human.
We see every human as whole,
but not a part of body.
We love ourselves and others
as the undivided human.
note: My friend Paul wrote a love poem to protest Parti Québécois Leader André Boisclair insult Asia descents as "the Slanted Eyes".
Read his poem and the event about "the slanted eyes", I wrote this poem.
http://adultaddstrengths.com/2007/03/16/parti-quebecois-leader-andre-boisclair-refuses-to-apologize-for-slanted-eyes-asian-comments-racism-still-acceptable-in-quebec/
Every night I check Jason's homework. Tonight I found I had trouble to understand one of Mathematics problem.
Last time I didn't know what was the family number, so I googled it and found what it was. Since I was grown up in China, a lot of terms in English I had no idea what they are. Sometimes I find it is difficult to explain or to understand.
So tonight I googled it too for regroup...and I found it really help a lot. Here are the links to share.
http://www.mathematicallycorrect.com/books2a.htm
慢慢地雪水将要化开,
慢慢地天空也会放晴,
可我不忍心你的离去,
虽然那是另一个季节
那还不到寒冷的时候.
走过生命的低谷,
我学会仰视每片落叶.
可我还是把你守在梦里,
那个鲜花的国度,
我不愿割舍一个女人的勇气,
一位华人的悲愤--
你的笔倾透了地下不冥的血泪,
你的心也如芒箭遍布!
多少人遗忘了,
多少人放弃了,
而你一直追踪,
把无眠的夜空洗尽,
历史让人触目惊心!
那些矢口否认的,
那些篡改事实的,
在你经久收集的证据里,
却没有感到羞愧,
他们披上人皮
再次表演他们的兽行.
慢慢地雪水要化开吗?
慢慢地天空会放晴吗?
我不忍心你的离去,
我不愿割舍
一个女人的勇气,
和同是华人的悲愤!
(I want the Rape of Nanking to penetrate to public consciousness. Unless we truly understand how these atrocities can happen, we can't be certain that it won't happen again."
- Iris Chang )
http://www.coviews.com/viewtopic.php?t=34527
thanks to Eric & Champagne to discuss this too.
Writing Down the Bones: Freeing the Writer Within
http://www.coviews.com/viewtopic.php?p=182913#182913
心情: Amused ]We shoveled the snow one hour to clear up our drive way. Snow didn't stop, so we didn't go out for Jason's basketball lesson. Anyway I thought it would be canceled, if not then there may be only a few people joined. It was the last lesson. I will register him another session soon.
We played outside for long time.
Sometimes I do feel the urge to express myself. It is like the underground river struggling to find its way through the dark. I long for the torch, a breakthrough of light and voice gushes forth from the depth of my heart to find the listener, I am the receiver.
Sometimes I do dream a lot. They are strange dreams. They repeat the same scene with my runaway in the fog. I wonder what I run for. They seem to be puzzles and I convince myself life is a puzzle.
All these years I have challenged myself for changes. Now I understand life is currents of a river, each person pushes through his/her way. I wonder where my destination is and where Ning is going.
曾经
我的爱一半热烈一半沉默
寒潮热流不断交锋
因思念而骤雨
因挚爱而沉凝
渐渐
我的爱一半云天一半浅海
交融的尽头齿白如雪
一半迷离一半峰涌
风暴中痴迷
终于
我的爱一半海潮一半港湾
潮来潮往,朝夕归里
浪花卷满,相依相存
眷护于港湾
直到
我的爱一杯黄土,一片落叶…
听国内的朋友说,她家里人几乎常年在外. 忙应酬.
我想我们这里真的算很幸运了.除了可以在家上班,几乎下班可以自由做自己喜欢的.所以全家在家其乐融融.
昨天还和老公商量,以后每年带儿子出去玩,多回几趟国...陪他玩的时候,我们也回到我们的年轻时候,好好过好每一天,不要等到老了,再后悔.
我和他说,不知道如果是自己会怎么办,什么心情?
不过有时变化也好...谁知道呢, 比如我的同事被裁员之后,都很快找了更高工资工作...虽然有的人还想回来.可能是习惯了吧.
心态很重要..要相信自己,我祝他找新工作顺利.
心情: Amused ]"我是你温柔的爱人",昨晚我大发诗兴,对老公这样说,他笑了,去,睡了...
看来我温柔不够,热情有加.
Jerry 说自我回国之后,越发风采精神,说你回国干了什么,这么神采飞扬的...我没有告诉她,因为我了解了我希望知道的事实.
最近更疯了,开心果一样,因为了解了另一个事实. 我想我是一个为爱活着的小女人. 有儿子的爱,老公的爱,朋友亲人的爱...已经很满足了....
不过还是很贪心地去买彩票...看来真是小女人
又有一些贴打不开了...
只好让JACK紧急处理呢...也不让我们悠闲着
我还在加班自己的项目.有点麻烦的BUG
JACK 就是快手,处理完了,都好了...我也该睡去了...明天再测试我的程序
It is interesting to read this since the issue of education rises everywhere.
The struggle and confliction between different ways in teaching also occurs between generations. In my house, I disagree with Jason’s grandparents’ teaching theory.
Just look at ourselves, how many of us had free spirits to express us or to pursue what we wanted? Some even did not care what they wanted or thought. They just followed. When we got together lately, some of my classmates regretted they never had their own thoughts about who they were. Our model minority is more like model to pursue what their parents prepared or hoped for them. As parent, I agree this is a shortcut to be successful. I have watched a movie titled “Shortcut to Happiness”. The angel asked the protagonist what he wanted most in his mind. After thinking a few minutes, he replied “To be a successful man.” he was a writer, so the angel fulfilled his dream and in 10 years, he was a very successful man. But during his rapidly accumulated reputation and richness, he recognized he didn’t feel happy.
When I watched the movie, I had wondered if the protagonist was a lady, what she would have dreamed for. Maybe it was not to be successful but happy. Maybe she would not ask for reputation and richness, but for happiness and love.
Back to “Model minority”, I guess in some way it rings the alarm.
随便呢,反正是自留地. 有些慢慢会留下来以后整理,有些就是给朋友和家人汇报一下呢.
儿子可能真是隔带相传. 我爸打篮球特棒,号称五大王之一,昨天儿子篮球比赛,一个带球进篮,很漂亮,看得教练都惊了. 他是对里最小一个,还不到7岁,进队要求7岁以上,我说服他们收的.
因为我陪他玩球时,发现他运球很不错.由于自己学生的时候,也特别羡慕那些篮球打得很好的,所以一心想好好培养他.
昨天他爸终于也承认他确实不错,想把他送俱乐部再培养.可是那样要一周练三次,儿子已经有很多活动了,而我们都上班,不一定能安排过来. 不过看看吧,明年重点一两个. 可是国际象棋,音乐老师都说他有潜力, 就怕太多了,反而什么都不突出了. 钢琴我是一定让他坚持下去,我知道他不错. 篮球也好,就是个儿小了点..不过,这样也更长个.所以呢坚持 游泳以及滑冰也是基本技能,不好取舍
老公几个月来一直有项目,很想帮帮. 其实也是帮自己.因为他不睡,我就睡不着,一直等着,有时两三点. 其实我一直劝朋友别熬夜,所以我有时希望老公少些项目更好. 还好他坚持健身和带儿子游泳,滑冰,所以身体还是不错.而且现在脾气很好,也很随和.
我们家今年开PARTY很少,因为太忙,家里有些乱,等明年地下室装修完,可以搞小型舞会和卡拉OK,就多开PARTY.
老公和我都是喜欢PARTY的人,尤其他BBQ很棒,还有我家的火锅也特棒,吃了这么多家,我还是对他赞不绝口,所以好朋友都开玩笑说我有福,这样夸下来,我自然不用下橱了....很惭愧,我就很少下橱 朋友都说我不食人间烟火,所以
一直下决心,要学几手,露露,还没开始学呢
心情: Amused ]When music streams through thin walls,
light breaks through the darkness.
It leads the path to rose clouds,
and tunes the melody of joy.
What a beautiful moment,
a moment we fall in love,
a moment to surrender
dreams many to one.
Let me love you and love more,
you and I as stars to bloom,
we sing and dance in freshness,
as May's blossom.
Let love lift you up,
and music float above,
let me love you,
as you love me too.
Snow is falling,
yet I feel warm,
before we taste salty,
I will live in my dream.
Snow piles there,
And my snowman will never fall,
I save him for the whole season,
till the bell rings me awake.
O, my snowman, pure and white,
O, my snowman, placid and bright,
You live in my dream
and dance in my mind,
But I fear
waking with tears brimmed
from your eyes.
太忙,忘了昨晚的课换到星期二了.星期三想起的时候晚了.
还好,和老师联系,老师说不要紧,因为我所有的作业都交了,我只误了一堂课,不影响证书. 我只是可惜,我很喜欢这样的课. 明年要报三门,如果有更多时间的话和课程时间正好的话,我希望完成5门...
用上明年的假期.
喜欢的事就很愿意去做,一点也不为难.
心情: Happy ]
有时也会为自己的热情吓一跳.比如现在. 不过这两年,或者说这一段时间确实发现爱就要说出来,做出来.
我和儿子的感情很好,其实我并没有物质奖励他,但他知道我对他好,爱他. 我每天都说爱他,也很精心地和他玩各种游戏,很多是自己发明的,予教于乐.他每天总是很开心,也很喜欢我的算数,语文游戏等.每次他做错事,我一定让他手心放在心上,好好想清楚,再来面对我. 这一招很好,不和他对抗,他反而能静下来,好好承认自己的过失,也能记住.
对老公说爱你的改变更大,更多的感受到相互的温暖和信任.也就更相依相存. 当然也要感谢两位默默影响我的朋友,让我懂得自己该如何珍惜.
一生中总有顺流逆流,找到自己能彼此信任的,人生会快乐很多. 我想我身边有这样一些人,谢谢你们.
但没有整理出思路...发现写小说确实和写诗完全不同
我也不急,慢慢打补钉一样... 最近要忙着准备节日...JASON 生日原想带他去美国DISNEY...朋友说等他再大两岁去更好.
所以今年圣诞节我们放一周假,我还在犹豫怎么办呢?
也许在家过也好,老公和我都可以好好休息一下
说起写作,很多朋友觉得我写得很大胆.我也和一些作家探讨,说怕写. 因为很多东西可能触动别人. 可是他们却鼓励,说读者自己选择被触动的,那是他的心理或经历.不用怕,每个人可能有不同的诠释,难道作者都对此负责? 想想也是,真正懂你的人也就几个,足已....
We talk into deep night,
tears course down,
first till last
tastes sweet.
After twenty years,
we no more remorse
but remember each
tide from far shore,
as the placid twilight
Of dawn.
这周没舞会
明天下午去ELKA家诗歌活动,晚上带儿子听音乐会.
昨天见了儿子学校的音乐老师.因为儿子不到7岁是学校交响乐队最小的一个,圣诞节要演出,所以有点担心. 老师说JASON很有音乐天赋,现在就表现出来.有很好的音乐前景.
我在JASON 几个月时倒是梦想过,觉得他很有天才的成分,后来发现培养教育一个有潜力的孩子还是很难,后期培养和努力更重要...所以很愧地认为也许我们耽误了他,,,因为我五音不全,他爸好些.
现在老师的话又给我带来希望,所以要多多熏陶他和培养他
When it happened, I was only 6 years old, in Grade One. I didn't notice most of the time that I was alone on the playground until one day all of my other girl classmates circled me inside and stomped their feet. I stared at them and stunned by their look that apparently full of hateful and cold feeling. Why they hated me? I was sure that I had done nothing wrong. I just played alone. I was puzzled. But I ignored them and continued to play. Soon the bell rang and all of them ran back to the class room, I waited for a few minutes, and then I followed.
After school, as usual I walked home. On the way, I found there were some followers, first a few, sneakily, then many gathered, stamped their feet loudly. It reminded me of a movie about Cultural Revolution. The Red Guards gathered and followed their target along the street, with stamping their feet and calling the victim names to insult.
That thought scared me. I wondered why I was their target. I really did nothing. I was mainly in my own little world, playing and staying alone. Luckily they did not do any physical harm to me. But from that day on, there were always a group of girls followed me and stomped behind me and called me names. I could not remember what they called. Over the decades, I seldom think about that. Until today I read some books about psychology. The experts claim that many people tend to forget their unhappy experience and pretend it never happened, thus they may get less hurt.
True, I remember little about my childhood, especially things about that. Sometimes, I think they were merely my dreams, since they were so blurred and I never could remember who were among them, except me. I guess I survived a lot of dreams.
2007@ Anna Yin
最近很忙,承蒙几个朋友来电,说星子你最近作品少了?
谢谢你们的关爱.最近我因为不断调整自己,挑战自己,也在思考些问题,所以写得少了. 不过英文的写得更多些. 昨晚和老公倾心交谈一晚,很多疑虑烟消云散,心情开阔不少. 我很少写给老公肉麻话,好朋友都开玩笑,说我死硬,昨晚却听了不少真心真情. 我开心地哭了.世界上还有谁更支持你呢, 我知道除了真心诚意心疼我的老公,还有不少朋友,我真的很幸运.也很感激...所以不怕肉麻地写出来. 朋友说家,婚姻,友情都是要经营的. 因为自己很忙,确实疏忽了一些,老公还是喜欢我傻傻的样子,虽然改变不了我的单纯和直率,也就只好随我出国了. 所以特别要感谢他.
另外我在此也要感谢我的另几个朋友和同事,虽然她们不上论坛,也看不懂中文, 我谢谢她们在中西方文化冲突中给了我很多很真诚的帮助.
贴一首英文诗感谢大家.
Because fate is such
Shall we celebrate,
love survives another form,
no matter how oblivious mind insists?
I, the river,
meander to the destination,
you, the banks cradle alongside.
Looking within
or reaching out,
we have each other.
心情: Happy ]Tonight we as a poet group went to see a publisher, Howard. Howard kindly showed us the whole process. Most of Canadian publishers do not accept unsolicited submission. But he still does. He admitted it was hard because it took his business much time and labors to go through thousands of manuscripts.
The sad news is that we realize the market for poetry was very tough.
Even for famous poets, if their poetry books sell more than 300, it is good enough.
Most big publishers even do not consider poetry on their publishing list.
So for many poets, self-publish seems much easy and reasonable.
We asked a lot of questions and Howard provided a lot of helpful information. He also read some survey for book selling. Online book stores sell 52% of book items. The entire new tech brought opportunity yet also big challenge.
In the end, I showed Howard my chapbook which I designed. It revealed that we had common friend. Terry was his student before. And this summer Terry tried to introduce me to him and hoped him to give me some advice. Terry showed me where his house was, by hoping he came back from Paris. But by that time he wasn’t back. Now tonight we met at his business. Such a small world! Howard gave us each 10 books as gifts. He even suggested us to come as a group to pre-read manuscripts submitted to his company and share our opinion of worthy publishing or not. So we could participate in the real publishing process.
(I will write piece by piece... the sequence may be re-order..have fun...comments welcome)
(2)
Jane grew up in Hunan, where people possessed great courage, bold frankness and self sacrifice. In her hometown, the local culture contained stories about mythical creatures and legends of famous heroes. The most renowned person was QuYuan, a great ancient poet who threw himself into Miluo River because he was unwilling to compromise his principles of living with dignity to serve his country. His tragedy moved everyone around the countryside. People set May 5 as his Memorial Day. For more than 2000 years, people paid their respect to him. Each year around that special day, people host raced dragon boats to remember him, threw food into river to protect him away from hungry fish. Jane remembers her whole family would be busy to collect the leaves of wormwood and made ZongZi (A kind of rice cake wrapped by leaves). But unfortunately, his great writing was long forgotten. Jane’s foreign teacher Terry Smith once mentioned one of QuYuan‘s poems, Jane felt embarrassed because she knew very little of it.
But Terry seemed to have much interest in Chairman Mao, another worldwide famous person from Jane’s hometown. There was always controversy about Chairman Mao, but Jane simply respected and admired him and his accomplishment no matter how others criticized him. She worshiped his courage and wisdom which clearly laid on his poems and his writings. Jane disliked politics. Often she could hear Ming, Sam, Terry and many others bragged about their politic thoughts, she kept herself distant. What she knew was things could never be the same as how people talked or heard. Her father once said, history was written by people who represent the successful side. Words sometimes were dark tools. She remembered her father kept dreadful silence during the great culture revolution period, even after it was ended; he still could not talk too much. Jane remembers she heard him sigh; we were too small to know the truth. At a very young age, 6 or 7, Jane could not understand. She thought her father was big enough. Anyway, Jane didn’t question him since she herself was puzzled on her own chaos.
心情: Happy ]原谅我很久没有和你们通话，或聊天。。。哈哈，真的很久很久了。
不是相忘，是我除了儿子第一位，另有太多的梦想了
比如我还是每周去跳舞，去上课，去诗歌座谈，去家长会。。。
而儿子每周也有钢琴，国际象棋，篮球，滑冰，中文课，好在我每周可以安排两天在家上班，三天公司，所以比较灵活。
现开始写小说，为了练习，还是选用英文，，，路会很长，两个西方诗人自愿陪我走，说只要我愿意，他们会一直坚持给我鼓励和评改。。。
哈哈，，看看他们是不是有我一样毅力。
小说开头，他们认为不错，我现在想到什么写什么。以后再，慢慢整理。另外也感谢我多伦多的老师Terry, 还有酷我论坛上的朋友们。
虽然没有时间提醒你们， 嘿，记着哦，
老友A自己保重哦，注意减肥。。。（我就不打电话检查了 ）
老友B, 别熬夜，伤了神伤了身不好。虽然你比我年轻，可是以后会知道我说的多对。
C 更年期到了吧？ 注意心情，不要多猜疑，伤人伤己。做女人难，好女人更难。
老友 D, 爱好自己和孩子。。。有事尽管找我。
老友E,到新的地方，自己保重哦
另外，我很好的，请一定放心。我真的很幸运，很开心。在做着自己喜欢的事。
每晚看着儿子在自己身边睡着，我读着书，让我想起小时候自己在父母身边一样，总是要觉得很幸福，所以总是亲亲儿子的小手和额头，好美
He came to the beach again, which he thought of as his own secret place.
It was a tiny sandy land, quiet and remote, hidden from the world by a rocky rill.
People seldom came here. A couple of seagulls rested on the dark reefs.
Often, he would sit motionless near the shore for a long time. The birds got used to him; they never bothered to fly away.
The cold feeling rose in his mind. To the birds, he was another silent rock. He exhaled in a long sigh.
A distant sunset shed its crimson light over the waves. Rocks turned brown. He knew it was time to go back. He took his last glance at the place, and knew tonight he would dream of her again.
Many times he pictured her in his arms: her body cuddled him, her quivering lips whispered and her shiny eyes blinked …He wanted to bend down to touch her soft body and kiss her…but just then all fancy disappeared, he woke to numb dark. Many times, he ended up sleepless.
"How is she now?" He wondered. His longing, like the wind whirl grasped him.
Pain pierced him like many sharp knives. He feared this time he had lost her forever. How he wished she could forgive him. How he wished to tell her the truth. But his pride, the stubborn pride prevented him. Lichen grew cold and bitter over him, he turned to the darkness.
“I will. When I am old…”Her mind was made up.
“Why?” Sam pressed her with his question again,
She didn’t bother to answer, he never understood.
He couldn’t. They were not the same. She sighed.
“You cannot wait too long… you will forget.” He shook his head.
He was a good friend of hers and she knew what he said was true. But her worry oppressed her.
Later she turned to Ning and told him about it, his laugh shocked her. Soon he glanced at her glaring eyes, and took her seriously, “Jane, forget it, ok?”
He coaxed, “Why do you bother to write about it?”
“Why? It is my life. It is the truth!” She declared.
“Who cares, Jane, the main thing is to enjoy life.”
“I care. Besides. . .” Her eyes pierced his; his fear was like a looming shadow. All in sudden, she felt him distant. She swallowed her unspoken words.
The whole night sleep eluded Jane and Jane’s brain was like a flying train. Old memories displayed like fragments on the fleeting glossy window. A few times, she saw herself leaning on the other side, and she wondered if it was only the shadow or her reflection. Sam said she had two Janes within her. Many times he felt she flipped between them. He puzzled over which one was the real Jane. He complained, “Asian women are mystery.”
In return, Jane teased him that she had mastered the power of “face changing”.
Sam wasn’t sure what it was, so he went on his research of “Face Changing”. He was stunned by his search result which came with a movie clip. It showed an Asian actor kept changing his face in many different patterns within seconds. Sam watched: the actor tossed his head, all in sudden his face changed from green and yellow strips to red and black dots. Then the actor swung his sleeve, right away, his face changed into white and blue pattern… Sam was fantastic about the magic, one of the amazing arts in Chinese traditional Chuan Opera. Sam asked Jane how the actor did that. Proudly Jane told him: the key was to change masks quickly. Sam wanted to know more, but Jane was unwilling to give any hint. Sam was a little disappointed and retreated to his own research. Sometimes, he could not help carrying out observations on Jane, he would spy on her to see if any mask hidden beneath. Jane was often amused by his curiosity, but on the other hand she was not very happy about that.
Ning had no such doubt on Jane because they both were Chinese. Most of the time, he felt he could discern Jane’s inner world, even Jane intended to shut herself in. Once Ning asked Jane, “Jane, why are you afraid?” without her reply, he went on “You must know you are better than you think.”
Jane still was not sure. “Why am I afraid?” The question lingered in her mind.
Farewell
1)
How could she say those words? She felt fallen apart.
The distant sunset, crimson in its final submerging seemed to extract all her energy. Tears coursed down her face, she bit her tongue.
Nearby, rocks stood mute, ignored waves scraping their bodies, millions of years, the same.
How she wished those words like waves, yet her heart, the rock.
But lichen grew cold and bitter over her. Her face turned to the darkness.
2)
Fate was an enormous net. She thought together they could weave one with sincere love.But evil took his hands in, made a huge hole. (not finished....)
My friend Doug was asked to write review for Ha Jin’s book “A free Life”By the book vendor. He would like me to make some comments about the scenes around in the book, so I borrowed the book from the local library. I read a few chapters, already I felt attached and hardly let go the sense of pain. The Wus are characters in the book, immigrants to USA and would like their son to become American; I, immigrant, too. Not only I could relate their uncertainty about their future, but also I could feel the longing for self recognition. Especially for Mr. Wu, he seemed to be an ideal dreamer. But he didn’t know what exactly he wanted to be. So the inner unease haunted him.
Just read a few pages, I was already sunk in a sad tone and many worries. Life was not easy there. I thought of my friends there too, we all had lives to live, to strive…
除了工作忙,周末有两个活动...
不过怎么忙,还是会好好照顾儿子和休息的
一直希望活到99...(贪心的很)
公司已有两个老外因工作压力精神崩溃,休长假了...一个经理,一个高工...
难怪好久不见他们.
所以一定要自己学会放松和平衡.
洛夫印象已选入 美国天涯, 姚园主编的《当代世界华人诗文精选》
http://coviews.com/viewtopic.php?t=21263
何均印象, 蔡利华印象, 温东华印象 (人物记 2)
http://coviews.com/viewtopic.php?t=33715
肖今印象, 长篙印象, 黄崇超 印象 (人物记 3)
http://www.coviews.com/viewtopic.php?t=33716
----感谢山城子致力于诗歌,诗评
站我面前的你
鼻梁上一定架一副眼镜,
怀里紧拽几本诗书.
当我们坐下,
一定会围膝长谈.
不需要什么美酒佳肴,
谈你的冬青,我的峦山.
而你的头上会伸出很多灵角,
手上的笔不断记着
那火花一样的绝句.
此时,我会沉默,
想象整个秋天,
橡树写满它的枝叶,
一片片,一叶叶,
让五颜六色点缀.
我只是树下拾穗的人,
偶尔拾到你的一两片,
就值得珍藏一生.
http://www.livingartscentre.ca/rss/events/
A lots to go!
(1)
She sits facing me.
Under soft rosy makeup,
her pale sunken face glows,
deep subtle eyes shade in pink.
I expect her to smile or laugh,
as free as dandelions.
Shaking her head, she frowns,
"One single wind blows life away."
I watch her,
a lark away from her golden cage-
wing toward freedom.
Yet a door with an exit,
mirrors her vain shadow.
"We shall be the same."
I retreat with her fading voice.
(2)
There are many like her,
sitting beside the dance floor.
I glance along,
whirling with a partner.
Under the dim light,
those flowers--once fresh,
silently wait for searching eyes.
I wonder if I should stay,
my wedding ring shines.
photo from http://planet.time.net.my/SunwayCity/hansheng/photos/lotus.jpg
睡吧，
睡成一幅静画，
隐身夜里。
从你的回想里，
偶尔溅起的水墨，
已经不再重要。
所有搜寻的翅膀
开始闭合，
它们遗忘着
曾经的飞舞。
即来的冬雪等待
散落如秋的花瓣，
披盖缓缓的河床。
一朵风中的白莲，
不停倾诉，
石头开花...
(二)
石头不会开花,
更不会醒来.
女埚的那把火
隐在石心,
安放在黄山的顶峰.
谁不想飞,
飞补那片雨天?
散漫的松枝
张开它们的伞,
网住前尘和星光.
沧海桑田
一夜之间,
那场不停息的雨
漫过所有心事,
退却竟无声无息,
仅留下飞来石,
遥想古远,
静夜沉沉.
(To a reader who has severe disease)
Behind the podium,
I read my poem with the language
I struggle to learn,
Fearing my foreign accent
scares the harmony muse.
Before the public,
you strive to read,
utter strangely but proudly,
you believe-
the listening hearts,
each catches your joy and praise of life.
Your voice cannot defeat
the disease you are suffering.
broken sentences block my sight,
But I do feel:
beyond your voice,
Your heart, your dream is dancing.
Our hearts, warm harbors,
settle life through ups and downs;
our dreams, winged ships,
fly away, hardly return.
Our thoughts and longings
stay and grow, like roots;
the deeper, the harder to release,
each clutches our soaked love.
The magic dragon
This summer we visited China. It is the first time for my son (Jason) to take a tour in China. We traveled four provinces and stopped at six cities during 30 days. The first city we visited was Beijing. We worried about the severely hot and dry climate. Friends supposed that we would be exhausted due to the bad condition.
But upon our arrival, it rained and the dusty sky was cleared away. The weather turned cooler and the air was fresh. How lucky we felt.
We stayed there for five days and we had wonderful sightseeing and other activities. Then we headed for NanJing, another hot and dry city which was 12-hour-driving away. Our friends there warned us in advance: Do not have a high expectation about weather condition. When we were close there, it started to rain. We were surprised at our luck.
and we had a good time in Nanjing thereafter. When it turned to hot and dry again, we left for Mountain Huang. There we experienced the four kinds of marvelous views: hills in rain, fog, sunny.
A Chinese saying said, when a dragon is coming, the rain is the prelude.
Since Jason was born in dragon year, so we made a joke that he was a dragon.
Jason was only six years old, he took it for real. On our last two journeys, Jason frequently observed the sky. When it rained again, we all smiled and were amazed. When we arrived at hotel, Jason told the receptionist, “I am a dragon. See, the rain, it is me to let it fall.”
On the whole journey, same pattern happened. In the end, we all believed Jason was a true dragon, a magic dragon.
每晚我都要给儿子四个HUG和KISS. 前天,儿子调皮,被我狠狠制了一下,然后让他自己写日记写下来为什么错了. 他哭着写完,给我看.最后一句话, "I LOVE MOM" 我抱着他忍不住哭了.他不解我为何哭,边擦我的眼泪,边问我为什么...哎,我是开心,无论如何,我儿子还是LOVE ME.
今晚,他说要给我发EMAIL. 他写了,"I LOVE YOU". 哎,这孩子,最知道我了...我开心地抱着他...这是我永远最好最珍贵的...
因为老这样写流水帐,被友人批,说总关注我的博客,建议我有时可用第三人称,不要白开水一样,平淡.
这里我只能道歉...说反了不是,我写我的博客,还有人管? 不行,还写流水帐...当然借口是没有时间,能涂写一下,已经不错了.
没有去督促检查老友减肥...又得道歉,我怎么呢? 我不容易呀...忙成这样,今天趁上班午饭时间为侄女学校家长理事会赶写了一下资助建议书,没想到晚上校长就通过了...
今晚在改自己作业...为了那些个90分呀...
更不用说陪儿子弹钢琴,下国际象棋,打篮球,做作业等等...不过儿子很乖,这星期以来,每晚也帮我练口语...以前教我弹钢琴,我说一次给他25分,,,他很开心,,还不知道讨价,有钱就行.
我知道我又记乱了...想到哪就写哪...天马行空. 等着挨批
星子个人网站:http://anna.88just.com
1。开幕词: 山城子：
http://www.coviews.com/viewtopic.php?t=32951
2。星子诗选
早期作品: http://www.coviews.com/viewtopic.php?t=32769
双语作品： http://www.coviews.com/viewtopic.php?t=32897
其他作品： http://www.coviews.com/viewtopic.php?t=32957
部分已评作品选 http://coviews.com/viewtopic.php?t=26684
3。 诗歌配画
A / 流星 http://www.coviews.com/weblog_entry.php?e=3565
B / 我只是一朵蒲公英 http://www.coviews.com/viewtopic.php?t=29053
C / 蓝调 http://www.coviews.com/weblog_entry.php?e=2008
D / 秋之颂 http://www.coviews.com/weblog_entry.php?e=2023
http://www.coviews.com/weblog_entry.php?e=2183
E / 午后的风 (看非马老师的画有感) http://www.coviews.com/weblog_entry.php?e=2214
F/ 向晚 http://www.coviews.com/weblog_entry.php?e=2182
4、多媒体作品选
A / 西席多媒体 http://www.coviews.com/weblog_entry.php?e=4818
B / 叶雨多媒体 http://anna.88just.com/moon_movie.php
C / 自制电子杂志 http://anna.88just.com/annaezine.exe
B / 星星物语 http://www.coviews.com/weblog_entry.php?e=3719
5、采访
A / 2006加拿大中文电视台安妮专访
http://ccetv.ca/ccetvlist.php?chan=1&col=1&s=110003
B /2005新时代电视采访
http://www.coviews.com/weblog_entry.php?e=4819
C / 2005 加拿大国家电台采访
http://anna.88just.com/myAward.php
D/ 研讨会：星子—— 山城子 对话
http://coviews.com/viewtopic.php?t=32952
6 (照片)
http://www.coviews.com/viewtopic.php?t=33127
7、诗歌朗诵（安妮朗诵）
A / 离回去的日子近了 http://coviews.com/viewtopic.php?p=174499
B / 多伦多 , 不再哭泣 （安妮朗诵）
http://www.coviews.com/viewtopic.php?t=21438
C / 笨妹朗诵 告别交响曲 http://www.coviews.com/posting.php?mode=editpost&p=157301
8、诗歌之路自叙(有梦就要去追求)
http://www.coviews.com/viewtopic.php?t=15840
英文版: http://www.coviews.com/viewtopic.php?t=32898
9、专题采访 （特约记者：Eric Liu)
原文 http://www.coviews.com/viewtopic.php?t=32937
翻译 http://www.coviews.com/viewtopic.php?t=32932
10. 西方诗人和读者评星子
http://www.coviews.com/viewtopic.php?t=33013
Regaining Memory: (by Terry Barker)
http://coviews.com/viewtopic.php?t=33281
11。论文集：（以发表时间为序）
山城子: 童年有诗意，欲辨非忘然——共鸣于星子早期作品《往事》
http://www.coviews.com/viewtopic.php?t=32913
山城子: 乡情、爱情、诗情，情情执著-学习星子的诗歌
http://www.coviews.com/viewtopic.php?t=26961
山城子:爱，掩映在夜晚——赏读星子的《无题》
http://www.coviews.com/viewtopic.php?t=18300
山城子: 血浓于水的游子情——读星子回国探访的两首小诗
http://www.coviews.com/viewtopic.php?t=32176
迪拜: "百合花, 在苍茫的河床骄傲地开放"----品星子的人和诗
http://www.coviews.com/viewtopic.php?t=32892
荧石: 星子诗歌浅读
http://www.coviews.com/viewtopic.php?t=32945
肖今： 星光下的精神家园——星子印象记
http://www.coviews.com/viewtopic.php?t=32962
觅雪嫦晴: 星子的天空：追求爱和自由的诗性天空
http://coviews.com/viewtopic.php?t=32996
黄崇超: 星子，在海洋的那边（也说星子诗）
http://www.coviews.com/viewtopic.php?t=33069
何均: 星子的诗：偶然的火花，必然的星辰
http://www.coviews.com/viewtopic.php?t=33111
温东华: 自然,妙趣;朴素 ——说星子女士的诗
http://www.coviews.com/viewtopic.php?t=33151
叶雨: 说说我眼中星子的诗
http://coviews.com/viewtopic.php?p=176361
长篙 : 也谈星子的灵性
http://www.coviews.com/viewtopic.php?t=33164
黑色闪电：山中岁月，异域心情——读星子诗歌《峦山之行》
http://www.coviews.com/viewtopic.php?t=33309
高岸: 读星子的诗歌<多伦多,不再哭泣>
http://www.coviews.com/viewtopic.php?t=33401
英文诗歌,中文诗歌,中外诗歌北美文学,北美生活
迁徙
在候鸟羽翼之上,
我们静看它们向南挺进
那个遥远的目的地,
温暖安全.
持续飞行和聚集,
它们形成人形,
悠长而整齐.
翱翔天空之下,
大地满尘, 湖泊干枯…
高耸的烟囱
还在投放层层烟雾…
地球,过量开发之后,
将见证不可逆转的损害.
迁徙循环它的模式,
结束于无地可容.
Winged migration
Beyond their wings,
We watch them heading south,
Somewhere their destination afar…
warm and safe.
Constantly flying and gathering,
they align with lines
long and neat,
with a V form.
Beneath their soaring,
lands dusty, lakes drying…
airs puffing from tall chimneys
cast layers of smog.
The earth with over exploitation
will witness an irreversible damage:
The winged migration
circles a pattern and end up
with nowhere to land.
先送大家一个图片
再送一个 Winged Migration
http://www.sonyclassics.com/wingedmigration/home.html
beautiful and powerful video...
(you leave the film by conviced you can soar...)
My Poetry Journey: Through Poetry, I Became Peaceful and Happy
In 2006, CCETV Anny interviewed me by asking me the following questions “How did you start your poetry journey? Did you write poetry in school?” (The TV link is here http://ccetv.ca/ccetvlist.php?chan=1&col=1&s=110003)
During our interview, I replied, “I studied Computer Science in Nanjing University decades ago. But I liked to read poetry. Like other students, I read poetry and dreamt about romance…”
I did write a few poems in Chinese and I made some friends who studied Chinese literature at the same University at that time. But my poems seemed too vain and meaningless. So I stopped writing poetry and I occasionally wrote prose. One of my old friends who was very good at fortunetelling told me, “You are always full of dreams and energy, you always desire places that are faraway; you are like a sailing boat untied, never to settle down.” I liked the image and I adopted the name: a boat untied. I wished to explore the world freely. Later I used “Starlet” instead.
I immigrated to Canada in June 1999 and two months later I found a professional job and still work for the same company. The first three years, I was very busy and happy with the freshness of a new life. Even more wonderful, my husband and I had our son. Soon we bought a car and a house. Everyday I was content with work and my baby.
Then one year later, after I survived many layoffs, our company began another round of layoffs. In the meantime, I encountered another difficult situation. Due to my poor English and lack of communication skills and leadership skills my career was hindered. I was stressed. I urgently wanted to improve my English. But I didn’t know how and I felt helpless. Besides we had other chores in life, sometimes I had no choice but was silent and ignored this pressing issue about improving my English skills.
One night after I read the story “The Emperor’s Clothing” to my three-year-old son. I began to think,
Why are we not like children, happy and honest? Why don’t we enjoy and appreciate life? Why do we fear to pursue our dreams?
That night after more than ten years after my first poetry writing, I had the urge to write, to express myself. And I wrote it in English since I wanted to practice it. I let my tangled feelings and my thoughts out and I felt released. I felt that I was not like a machine. I didn’t want to live to work, but work to live, and to enjoy life. I posted one poem to a Chinese forum and I got strong encouragement. Soon my desire to write grew wildly; my inspirations were like springs bubbling up.
Like a dry sponge in the clear water greedily absorbing the water, I eagerly read my inner world. I heard the calling of my heart, the melody of its songs; I touched the sparkles of aroused insights.
Each delicate slice of life or each moment had its own history, its own meaning and wisdom. A beautiful poetic world began to unveil itself before me. I indulged myself in the impulse and joy of writing; I found the fulfillment of my dream. Poetry became an enormous visual world that reflected reality; it became those echoes and spirits which I would like to leave after my time is over. I began to understand what my dream was. I knew from that time on, that my life had another hope. I want to pursue the exploration of the poetic world. I asked myself, why give up pursuing your dreams. Why keep silent? I told myself: each heart is a beautiful world, why let oneself give up and destroy Life? Everything has a possibility, but if you give up trying, you have no possibility. Allow yourself another different sky, pursue your dream, even if you become worn out, you will have no regrets because you have tried.
Emily Dickinson lived almost entirely in her hometown. She never saw the ocean, but in her poetry, she touched God, met God and saw spirits like feathers flying…Poetry gave her a wonderful and broad universe; she used her imagination and wisdom to share her unlimited enlightenment with many later generations.
If I can entry the world of poetry, even only a corner of it, conveying the enlightenment of life through my inner voice, I will be much honored.
I once made a speech titled “How can you become beautiful?”
I showed the audience two groups of my daily life photos. One group was taken one year ago and the other was taken five years ago. I asked them to guess which was the latter. They all guessed wrong. They thought the more vibrant and beautiful were taken when I was younger. They were shocked to know that five years ago, in the photos I was like an old lady. They wondered why a withered flower now seemed to be blooming. They didn’t know that after I found my passion: writing, I slowly discovered the beauty of life and myself. I remember one book that said that writing was a journey to discover oneself. Writing not only let me express myself and but it also let me look into the depth of my heart. I found a pure heart; I found strength, meaning and passion. I re-gained confidence to life and to myself, I felt peaceful and happy. All these inside changes were reflected on the outside, I became beautiful and happy. My photos and my real life with those changes surprised many of my friends. They said that I was re-born and full of passion and happiness.
Benefiting from the change and grateful for the support from both Chinese and western friends in various literal forums, I thought about setting up a new Chinese literary forum to convene many serious literature lovers together. We soon built our literary forum coviews.com and focused on exchanging ideas, encouraging each other and made friends through our common literary interests. Though we all have busy lives, we spend a lot of time pursuing our passion and building a spiritual home.
With the encouragement from friends and family, I continued to write and write; in 2005 I received the Ted Plantos memorial award and my poem "Toronto, No More Weeping" was aired on CBC Radio soon after. And I also had more than 50 poems published internationally. I have printed three chapbooks:” Jasmine Star Light", "Beyond My Knowing" and "Farewell to Sunflowers" etc.
Between passion and reality, I struggle to create a good balance. I once wrote:
Bridge
I am really tired
of coding,
that roughage
only machines can chew;
I use it
to exchange what my body wants,
yet write poems
to feed what my soul hunts.
The bridge between them
I call life.
People tell me, “You are lucky, a lot of people much older than you still cannot find their passion”. I know I am lucky and my love of poetry made a lot of changes in my life. I enjoy indulging myself in poetry which is pure and beautiful. I am grateful that my hubby always supports me and understands me. I appreciate him and all my other friends. I know how much I should cherish love, friendship, life and my passion. I live in reality and dream in poetry.
How I become beautiful
You never know
how darkness is broken through
when crisp birdcalls arouse;
How the hue of Magnolia
unwraps a dream
when spring approaches
upon the crowning hill,
stars gleam
and moonlight bathes
a little self
inside
小时候，
月饼是甜的，
塞得满嘴甜甜的。
长大后，
月饼是亮的，
晒得满心亮亮的。
如今，
月饼是咸的，
隔着一个海
潮夕一碰就碎了。
Whose garden I dream in late May,
Apple blossoms scent along the way?
A meandering stream leads my steps,
Over branches winds cruise ahead.
I hear birds chiming a soft song,
A lotus nods in the green pond.
I wish I could be closer, let
My shadow silently grow wet.
Yet I ‘ll part, awake from the dream,
her petals shall wither and weep.
Fate's such a mysterious myth,
how I wish to grasp each minute.
When fall comes, who will remember
apples, red, round and big to harvest?
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成长的故事
从小我的个性就很直，受的打击也比别人多。但我并不长心眼，也因为此，所以更快乐。小学时，邻居女孩和我同班，因我父母为老师，家境稍好，而远在新疆的姑妈每年都给我们寄好东西，我总是分给她和几个好友，大大咧咧地从不计较。
可是后来所有女生不和我玩，我倒也不在乎，反正象男孩性格，和男生去冒险什么的，我也自得奇乐。可是她们并不放过我，每天放学跟着我后面，象斗地主，游街似的。我爸那时经文革是出名的沉默，因为我外公的历史问题，他们受了不少牵连，只不过弱小的我并不懂得这些，虽然文革已经结束了，她们跟着我，我只是和另外一个好友一路躲着，我没有告诉过家人。（不知是不是没有勇气，还是个性？）现在想来，并没有影响我什么，我也记不得了。后来老师知道，开始调查，才知邻居女孩背后不断造我的谣言。老师让所有女生排成长队来和我道歉握手和好。人小，什么都可以原谅，所以很快又和好了。
但我记得我爸叹气，我妈担心地看着我，我哥（那时他刚初中）则嘲笑我，“看你还傻，给别人这么多，结果，哈哈。。。” 不过我自己却一点都不觉得难过，满地跑开，去玩了。（换到今天，也许我就会难过了，因为我懂得了什么是真心的付出，那时东西都是父母的，所以没有感觉，我哥到现在还抱怨我，把家里的两本很稀有的邮票送给同学，而且还不记得送给谁了。唉）
记忆里我是太贪玩了，好在成绩一直拔尖。因为不是很乖的学生，所以评奖时老师总有点不情愿。初中时，更加直来直去，班主任被我气得不行，因为我几次课堂上指出他的错误。那是老头子，比较固执，而我坚持我没错。所以他一定要我换班，告了我很多状，我妈几次敲我的头，可惜我不悔改。物理老师也被我矫错了几次。他反而大大赞赏我。我初三年级后，总喜欢拍拍我头，说他儿子如何如何优秀，好象潜意识我是他儿媳妇了。后来和她女儿同在一个大学，和我是好朋友，果然为她弟弟提亲。我当时真欣赏她的爸爸，心想，要有他爸爸一半潇洒，就好了。
某年回家，她爸爸提起儿子也写诗，学跳舞，清华的博士马上要出国留学，让我们再联系联系。其实我是想见识一下，时间正好错开了。。。
人生有时是这样，没有缘分，别人怎么想，怎么安排都不行。
还好，数学老师不告我的状，他告诉我妈说，真喜欢教我这样的学生，因为我听课，眼睛会放光。我自己也感到了。当我对他的才华佩服之极，我整个就觉得他神了，我会很专注地听着，看着，眼睛放电。不知道是不是传说的暗恋？
而我应该最感谢的是新来的班主任。 我在学校是出名的调皮生，但学习出奇地好。胡老师比较年轻，但总铁着脸，一来就给我们全班下马威，定了几个铁纪律。
出人意料地他当众宣布我任班长，说信任我。下课他对我说，教了这么多学生，他一眼觉得我很特别，他相信我以后会很有出息。 那时的我，父母也没这样诚恳，这样信任我。得，我服了他，马上委任了另几个调皮但很有才华的好友为体委等等。
说得也怪，我学习好，但和学习好的来往不多，反而和有喜欢玩的学生结伙成群的。除了和他们一起玩，我也总是督促他们学习。所以他们的父母特别喜欢我，款待我。这样我也背了不少责任，给他们义务补课等。不过只要和我在一起，他们父母怎么都会放心。可我父母急死了。生怕我耽误了学习。我妈其实也觉得他们都很聪明好好的料子很可惜，所以也帮着补习。我爸就铁着脸，嘿嘿，想想也知道为什么呢？
记忆中我做过几件很特别的事。
因为我上的初中是妈妈所在的普通中学，高考上线率不高。很多学生会选择高中上重点中学，几乎100的上线率，还有保送名额。初三毕业，统考我排前几名，可以直接去上重点高中，但我和妈妈说我要留下来，因为我觉得不公平，也对不起教我的老师们，所有的好学生都到重点学校了，那当然我们学校比不上。我不愿让我们学校总是落在后面。当时校长很感动，老师们也很受鼓舞。其他几个优异子弟学生也受我影响留下来。老师们也觉得这孩子神，有主意。高考时总排名我第5，学校的老师们都很开心。
我也是很有运气的人，我的敏感的鼻子让我救了两次人。
第一次是初中时，我在姨妈家留宿，早起去卫生间，头晕，闻到煤气味，我迷迷糊糊地走到门口，打开门后，就倒在地下。过了很长时间，大家才醒悟过来，差点煤气中毒出人命。
另一次是逃学去岩洞探险。一行6人，野睡农家。倒了好玩。到溶洞后，他们都要滑下另一个更深的洞，我感觉不对，闻到异味，马上让大家出来。后来知道那是瓦斯洞。
还有一次是我大学放假回家，邻居女孩（还是那个女孩）失恋自杀。我发现及时救了她。（经过我不细说，我给了她一个耳光，告诉她如果要我救，就听我的，如果不要，我就不管）她果然乖乖地听。。。
我也做了至今还后悔的事。
那是在育儿园，我要背比我大一岁的孩子，结果摔倒，把她搞骨折了，
后来没接好，她走路一直撇着腿，我远远看她就逃跑，因为我觉得害了她
不好意思见她。现在真想知道后来她如何？是不是怪我？
人生有多少难以预料的事，唉。。。
THE MISSISSAUGA NEWS
Wordsmith wins Ontario Society of Poets award
Sandy Millar
Nov 27, 2005
（原文） http://anna.88just.com/books/MississaugaNews.htm
刚刚开始诗歌创作两年，密西沙家诗人星子（英文名Anna Yin）很惊讶自己能获安大略诗人协会盛名的Ted Plantos纪念奖。
“我难以相信。”星子说。“我以为他们告诉我别的事，所以费了点周折才听清楚。我感到被选上非常幸运。”
星子参选的作品是三首，包括纪念小女孩张东岳，诗名为“多伦多，不再哭泣”。另两首是“一定会有什么”“月夜”。（Toronto, No More Weeping，There Must Be Something, , Moon Night. http://anna.88just.com/myAward.php）
她的诗都少于38行，自由诗形式。但暗含着传统的格调。
不是所有的诗人有能力挖掘确切的字句，但星子拥有这不常见的天赋。
星子说，“我并没有刻意去琢磨字句，它们自然地就出现了。我想如果你用心去写，发自内心的感受，诗句就很自然流露出来。我一般10 到20分钟完成一首在有灵感的情况下。”
她最经常的主题是自然，动物，爱情和感受。但多数会封装着尖锐的围绕希望，渴望和悲伤的主旋律。
正如 I.B. Iskov（安大略诗人协会成立人）写道，“通过她的精致的，敏感的不易忘怀的风格，星子的诗歌将带你从令人激动的异国情调的地方到你的后院。读她的徘句以及悲伤忧郁甜美的诗歌，你将爱不释手。”
仅在她写诗的第一年，星子就写了100首。
现在她对诗歌有了更好的领悟，可是她开始放慢步伐，在进一步前进前，寻求来自诗友们不断的评估和批评。
到今天，她已写了170首，两本诗册。
她也获得一些小的奖项。
星子用英文也用中文写作，她的作品很多能展示出图画般的意境。
今年评奖的评委是著名的诗人John B. Lee。他说星子的作品让他很快做出选择，因为她的很独特，并发自内心。
安大略诗人协会成立于1999年，有188成员。基于多伦多，它是一个卓有成效的组织，在全省有14个分部. Ted Plantos纪念奖成立是为了给予新的优秀诗人和作家资助。
Now we are old growth
trees, infertile to yield fruits
and branches loosely sagging;
we remember our youth
like fish's fresh fins made joyful splashes
or nightingale's soothing song
sparkled lonely stars.
Love begins with crystal dreams,
ends with dusty winds?
we bow to the soil beneath
and roots stretch deep and far;
embracing with radiating warmth
we hold each other's hands.
它太爱蜂蜜了,
一瓶又一瓶,
直到肚皮涨开…
我六岁的儿子
心比眼睛更纯净,
他相信故事里的一切,
用针线来缝补
那样的裂痕.
窗外的树已到深秋,
果子开始脱落,
我以路人的静默聍听,
落了,
枯井深深.
故事的熊
依然还会贪吃,
那棵老树和我一样
叹息.
一阵风低低地笑着...
好久没去跳舞了。
昨晚的音乐很喜欢，我和老公说就闭眼跳，想像船摇摆着，心情放松在无人的地方。。。在海上或原野里。。。
很喜欢这样的感觉。
一首接一首，跳累了也心甘。。。。还好都是成人或熟人。。所以很放松。。。
以后会常去跳跳，不停地跳一个半小时。。。当人开始多了，我们就回家了。
梦笔生花
----黄山一景
让云留下，
远远眺望
或萦绕
高挑的你，
群峰中，千百年执意
风雨不化的天石
擎着的仅有的笔，
一棵如你一样坚韧的松。
我自蜿蜒而下
成你脚下的山泉，
在你停笔休憩时，
轻奏你心深处的心声：
远近的你，
不需叹息，
每夜，我和着你开花的声音。。。
The Peak called Dream of Flowers Blooming at the Writer's Pen-tip
Leave clouds behind.
Gaze from a distance
or linger around the steep
tall one among the ranges.
Millions of years pass,
still you hold
a tenacious pine as your pen
which blooms like dreaming flowers,
in spite of storms and blizzards.
I yearn to become
a spring at your foot,
and when you stop,
I sotly tickling the depth
of your heart;
No matter how close
or far you are,
each night I echo
the sound of your blossoms.
心情: Happy ]Terry phoned me two days ago to invite me to join their BBQ for the students' open ceremony.
They are international students to study in Canada and Terry is one of the teacher.
Terry also told me the good news. The textbook was approved by the dean. I have helped to translated 10 poems and it also included two of mine (English and Chinese poem)
they will print and hand out to students next week and they will mail me the copies too.
I am glad to know the good news, but I cannot go for the BBQ since I will be still work, though I want to meet the students. Terry said maybe next time he could invite me to read poems to them. Sure, I could do that.
Then Friday night I will go for dance with my hubby.
On Saturday I will bring a friend to Poetry Event hosted by Elka. and as usual, I will bring two poems to read and comment. I am looking forward to all those events.
最近业余时间在读书，各种书。
也在听音乐，慢慢学弹钢琴。（不期望很多，只会一两首就好。。。）
还有呢，就是继续社交舞。。。
没办法，是爱做梦的命，也是爱折腾的个性。。。
为年华已逝 与老朋友争辩,,,所以想分享一下这首,
http://www.coviews.com/viewtopic.php?t=19700
当你年老时
傅浩译
当你年老，鬓斑，睡意昏沉，
在炉旁打盹时，取下这本书，
慢慢诵读，梦忆从前你双眸
神色柔和，眼波中倒影深深；
多少人爱你风韵妩媚的时光，
爱你的美丽出自假意或真情，
但唯有一人爱你灵魂的至诚，
爱你渐衰的脸上愁苦的风霜；
弯下身子，在炽红的壁炉边，
忧伤地低诉，爱神如何逃走，
在头顶上的群山巅漫步闲游，
把他的面孔隐没在繁星中间。
WHEN you are old and gray and full of sleep
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead,
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
By W.B Yeats
黄山美景
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回加拿大两星期了，一直想写点什么。。。几首诗开了头，被我掐死，因为缺少内涵。
反而因为对国内空气和水污染的深切感受，很想寻找一些好的国外产品和对策，所以花了时间在网上和朋友圈里查了查，了解，然而因为是硕大工程，全民问题，觉得自己很难起到任何作用。这里写出来，希望多一点交流。
走之前，很多人就告诉我们国内变化很大，发展很快，但污染也厉害。我们也算做了心理准备。第一天到达北京，机场还干净，但光亮明显不如多伦多机场，也许是灰蒙蒙天的缘故吧。可是等我去卫生间，就被呛出门。有几个年轻女孩在里面吸烟。 还好呢，外面没有吸烟的。然而出了机场，在北京呆了几天，除了下了场暴雨之后，能看到蓝天，就只有去长城看蓝天了。也许是因为缺水，街道边的植物感觉很脏，很灰暗。很多高层住宅和楼宇，看上去很新，可是附近却比较脏乱。 规划很不协调。朋友买的别墅才三年，看上去却比我们这十年的都旧。在南京时和同学谈起，他们南京也一样，买房一定要注意它的后期物业管理如何。
哥哥买的房楼宇很高，夫子庙附近，价格不便宜，可是旁边的秦淮河成了臭水沟，我都替住在那的人担心。可是很多人天天经过，习以为常。我问为什么不治理，说没办法治理，要大家都出钱才行。我不得不佩服他们的忍耐力。
等我上黄山的那天，我突然就想，要是住在这里多好，空气清新，景色迷人。
黄山真的管理不错，游客很多，但处处都很干净。连垃圾桶都黄山化了。儿子把那些石头磊成的桶（或是水泥砌的，但很仿自然的桶）照下来。不时就有环卫工人来清理。一路也有一两个武警给人们指指路等。。。
这样的好地方，人们自然不忍心破坏的。。。有一两个人想摘野花，另外的游客马上劝住，说为后来的人想想吧。。。
黄山是我看到的最奇妙的山了，我们看了日出，橙红橙红的缓慢升出。。。从远远的云彩中，一点点地变红。。。不枉我们四点起床登山。可惜我拍出来成了黄色的日出。我们也看了黄山的云雾和迷离的雨，更看了千奇百怪的松。 我们一路告诉儿子黄山松的由来，自然的天然造化，以及那些石峰和石阶。 那些挑夫的艰辛和宽慰，黄山迎来一代代人，又送走一代代人，留下了多少美丽的故事。。。那些石头有很多形似神似的（送子观音，八仙过海，仙人指路，猫捉老鼠，八戒等等）
让人应接不遐，爬起山来也更加有趣。
几天后我们也去了扬州，小园林似的城市，干净古朴。觉得生活居住其实反而比大城市更写意的。
回来后，开车途中听收音，说北京奥运之事，因为空气污染指数问题可能推延，很是遗憾。污染真的是中国的很大一个问题，我所见的朋友们都很努力，很不错，可是我总是觉得大家值得住在一个更好的环境里，而不是连蓝天都难以见到的灰蒙中。我们每个人和政府都要重视这样一个现实的问题，不要让以后的环保和医疗更多冰霜。可惜呀，发展得快，发展得猛，它的代价呢？
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桥上一群人兜售着
金鱼，
我买了两条，
在桥边兜空，
它们鲜活地游走。。。
昨晚，
隔着一个海，
我梦见一红一黑
向我游来，
想起上海的那座桥，
手凉如梦。
《旧巷 》
沈河
触碰旧巷的花草
一种思绪逆流而上
小溪从脑际流过 ，便有旧种子
往下而落 ，一丛草迎蜂招蝶
我担心水弄湿裤角
上岸 ，扔下诱饵
垂钓水潭深处
一头红鲤鱼动弹不得
不知是否被往事下毒
紫荆花香， 熏染我辨不清回家路
转眼而逝 ，一把把红雨伞
一只只白蝴蝶
备有嫁衣，凝成黄色的蛹
月亮捞起路上的灯红
看清漫长的路
my thoughts are like currents tracing back,
flowing from my mind, like old seeds
dropped. A tuft of grass
welcomes bees and beckons butterflies.
I worry the water will drench my pants.
So I come ashore, cast the bait
to fish in a deep place.
A red carp fails to move,
I wonder whether it is poisoned by the bygones.
Cercis' blossoms spare their fragrance,
making me lose my way home.
For a moment, red umbrellas one by one appear,
white butterflies all with bridal dresses,
congealed in yellow cocoons.
Moon fishes the red light on the road,
sees the way long and long...
雨倾盆而至,
缓行的车低诉
无心快语,
绿袖子轻飘,
上海的夜一洗而净.
岁月依然刻印
流逝的纹路,
抹不去的青春
一跃,又上了眉头
湿润着无邪,
雨漫过久远的台阶.
回忆终是一张茧,
曲终莫不过燃火的翅膀,
黑夜布满黑色的眼睛,
谁还在憧憬着黎明?
卷拂而去的风里,
又见清瘦的影…
今天偶尔到TIMMID 博客看看..
心都痛了...幸和不幸,天壤之别.
可怜!
http://www.coviews.com/weblog.php?w=21&sid=f8ed70c922a66dd91913affe1b809c71
http://www.coviews.com/viewtopic.php?t=31808
夏季三种木本花（三首）
文/ 山城子·李
冬 青
你开始小心打扮
在枝头酝酿乳白的情感
那是一穗一穗
小巧如米的花蕾
在一片浓郁里
默默地想念
期待先期到达夏天
预约了每一个黄昏与夜晚
是要放逐两颗心
溶解在风中
让馨香弥漫，避开每一个
雨点。然后
经冬而常青
The Chinese ilex
You start to dress up,
branches foaming creamy white
with ears of
tiny flower-buds,
exquisite like grains of rice,
in their richness
silently longing
Anticipating summer
to meet each dusk and evening
for setting two hearts free
and dissolving them in the wind,
You spread fragrance around
to avoid each
raindrop. Then
after winter
they become two evergreen,
Chinese ilexes.
Someone has a tiny heart,
not fit for an ocean,
but for grains of sand.
I never despise it,
wrapped myself inside:
those days rough and dark,
growing into a smooth envelope.
smiles light up the face
pure and bright
珍珠
有的人,心很小:
容不下海洋,
却让沙或泪凝聚.
我从来不轻视它,
因我自己包裹其中.
那些日子艰难昏暗,
安稳渡过如春.
微笑点亮面容
纯净光明.
多喝了些墨水
站在一起,
你以为自己很高,
那些墨水可以喝醉,
吐出来一定精彩.
我从来没有喝醉,
我也想试试,
天黑风高,
喝吧,吐吧,
那些墙真的很厚.
夜里却
看见那些喝高的,
涂抹着飘的句子
和“随地吐痰”罚条.
一个月前听AUDIO BOOK: 讲了一个很值得深思的道理,说孩子不懂得感激,不懂得珍惜,怪谁? 父母.
从小父母应该培养孩子的感激心理. 让他们懂得这世界不是亏欠他们什么,不是该给他们什么,拥有的东西应该珍惜和感激. 否则大了,他们容易走极端,没得到,就认为世界不公平,就忿世嫉俗,做出错事来.(作者举了几个例子,使我不得不想到如何对待我的孩子)
CAMP 回来,很开心,但也很累,孩子就不觉累,所以下班回来,他要我陪他去打网球,我答应了. 一起开心玩,儿子好玩,故意打得很远,让我捡球,我就让他自己去捡…于是我们斗上了. 我不让,因为我想让他知道和理解我为何来,他做得对不对?
我告诉他,不是说他要怎么样,我们就得怎么样? 后来他哭了,我问他,他为我做了什么?
他想过没有? 为什么? 他边哭边说,”SORRY”, 我说,”有些事不是SORRY,就WORK的”, 他说”SORRY always works”… 我让他好好想想…让他告诉我他做得对不对?
我知道,以前,儿子一哭,我就妥协,但发现他反而不珍惜了…没有感激心理.
这都是父母惯的,而他六岁,该明辨是非了,懂得尊重别人和感激别人. 做父母的得教育小孩,这是为人的基本道理,也会为他以后的人生不至于为一点点不顺利而怨天尤人,伤人伤己. 这样他自己也会更快乐,而不是抱怨人生.
1. 儿子比妈妈更豪爽
一行人在沙滩上走着,路遇一大水坑,绕吧.
长腿Ken说,”干吗绕?可以跳过去….” 我跟上一看,”好,我们赌.
我赌你过不了.”果然ken差了一点,没过.但半路杀出程咬金,要我们赌他跳,
还要真金”””好, 10元就10元.”我还是赌他跳不过长腿.
好家伙,练手了一下,来回跳,都过了.他老婆这才透露,他是体队跳远的.
所以我乖乖交钱. 大家开心了一场.
到了湖边,一行人忙着玩漂水花. 孩子们没玩过,手把手教. 看着乐.
程程还在兴致上头,”来,我们赌谁漂水花最多?或者赌我漂几个,公平起见,我不参赌”
KEN见识过他的技艺每次6-7个,而我只看了一次4个,Qing没见识过,所以让他先演示一下.
有个底. 程程笑呵呵地拿起石头,
我们都先检验一下,最后Ken赌7个,QING赌6个,我说肯定我赢,5个,
程程一漂,一个风浪下来,石头打在浪头上,弹得老开,得,才两个水漂.
我赢了.我高兴地把钱收了,交给儿子,儿子一想不想,开心地分了一半给他的好朋友
QING的女儿.QING老婆笑了,说,怎么样?儿子是给别人养的?
大家都笑了,看来娃娃亲,自然熟…
2. 难题:背还是不背?
3. 难题:招还是不招
4. 报仇机会难得,杀一把…
5. 儿子:我不干了.
很好玩,有不少乐事,,,忙完这两天写...
We just came back from camping. I was lucky, never got a bite.
It was very fun since my two classesmates' families and another couple also came, and we all tried to mess up the stories of each couple. (追拷过往故事,招供密秘等等...好热闹好精彩) And in the cool night we had the game: "杀人游戏" to have some fun to 报复情仇...
We also have competition of "背媳妇过河"...(哈哈,有照片为证,孩子们也乐开了花) and nice BBQ and Hot pot in the cottage. Too much food and laugh...
In the end, someone complained it is too pity we needed to leave...
We hope next year we will be back again.
先贴一些山水出来...
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去CAMP几天,回归大自然,去找找山和水之间的精灵,
回来后报告!.
祝愿大家节日快乐,心情舒畅,好事成双!
工作累了,我就会来这里涂鸦一下,休息的另一种方式.
(老公不许我在线和别人聊天,所以在这自聊 ^ ^ ,或者学点东西.
其实也根本没时间聊天...)
晚上再翻译两小段作者介绍,就差不多可以交稿了.
马上要准备明天讲演聚会,和长周末野睡...
经理昨天问我们工作进度如何? 我们叫他放心...他苦笑.
公司最近很多变动,我们组一直还开开心心工作... 七年了,在一起,不容易. 连续两次大老板被裁,着实让我们伤心. 其实商场也如战场...
Yesterday I invited Terry to be our guest to join TOPS workshop.
After the event finished, I asked his feedback, He was very glad to join and also ranked our poems and each unique style on our way home.
I was glad he was very honest and gave very detail to my style.
I brought two poems to read: One, Indigo Night, another, Garage Sale. They all agreed the first was my comfortable style, very beautiful and charming, The second had good content and meaning but need more polish and refine.
Decades pass.
Last night,
Over the line,
I heard you again.
Through blue waves,
I was listening,
And trembling with ache.
--indigo splashed along
faraway memory.
Breezes come and go.
sunflowers wither and bloom,
Your words settled as seeds,
left to tell--with sunlight.
As for the first one, I concerned about the tense mixed.
They said it depended.
As the first line: Decades pass. (It implies the time passes as the fact)
but if it is: Decades past. (It implies you were waiting and decades past. so it is up to what you want to say. For me, since my old friend called me 10 years later in my surprise, so it should be: Decades pass... since I was not waiting for his call...)
Another tense mix is the last verse:
They think it works, since this could be the fact...and the impact to you later on....
So the line:
Your words settle as seeds
or Your words settled as seeds
both works.
Later I commented, when I wrote it like this, I just felt it needed to be like this but I could not tell why...
so after the workshop, I know why and I understand myself more. Great!
As for the textbook of one College, I have translated 6 poems for them and need to translate two more poems and e-mail them with my two poems: the Great Wall & The farewell symphony.
So all will be in Chinese and English. Next week I will work on the format of the textbook and I plan to finish it before I leave Canada.
They plan to print them and bind them as a booklet for student's texbook in early August. After I come back, we will meet again to discuss to have reading session to the students later.
So all is clear and set. I am glad to help them out. In the same time, I also learn a lot. Great!
今天中午老公有约,和美女吃饭. 我先打电话,开玩笑贺了他一下.
哈哈,他给我匆匆解释了一下,晚上我再拷拷他…
不过想想我单独约会了不少诗人和其他朋友,老公并不过问,前年,第一次和朋友去酒吧,和几次单独去跳舞,他虽然有点不愿,但还是让我去了. 而我因为了这份自由,却越发想家,每次都是匆匆回家…还是有家的感觉好.
所以很久都是家人一起活动,儿子也总要我参加,如不行,我就带着书看着他们.
儿子五岁时也喜欢吃醋,早上爬到我们床上,我喜欢搂着他,但老公怕培养他的娇气,
所以我就会说不能搂着睡,儿子会很委屈,那你们呢?
现在儿子大一岁了,今天早上他跑到我们卧室上卫生间,临出我们房时,想了一会,还是爬到我们床上,其实我一直眯着眼看他,等他来了,我说,”好好去自己睡.”
儿子搂着我,”妈妈,我喜欢你, 我要保护你.” 我心一软,让他留下来.
不过周末早上是我们全家最高兴的时候,儿子知道他爹会唤他来我们这,然后再拷问他,最喜欢谁,爸爸还是妈妈?儿子总是回答我们俩. 不管如何受威逼利诱,所以大家都开心.
过往生活中我们也有一些风波,不过有一些也许是好事,可以调剂一下生活,太过了,就伤身伤心. 所以我们平平淡淡的过,互相给一些自由度.所以这次回国,我同意他后回来一星期,而以前,他说想回国发展,我也并不阻拦,让他自己决定.我从不勉强任何人,也不围劝任何人,我只把道理和我的观点说出来,不强行让别人遵从. 我想有的路要自己走,有的决定要自己做.这样他才能真正知道和体味出来代价.
由此推延,想想其他人, 每个人的生活并不会一帆风顺,真正珍惜的才会很满足,很感激生活,而有些人也许永远不理解,也许总是责备抱怨,伤害了别人也伤害了自己,旧伤难以愈合,新伤又发,这样的人生我是折腾不起.
退其次,我感激珍惜我的生活.
心情: Happy ]
状态: Working ]前天收到邮件,打开一读觉得头都大了.
这学院的课本教材取材诗歌多是上世纪末本世纪初的,很多押韵的,让我来翻译补充到他们下一期课本里,我真觉得有些压力.因为要翻译好确实有很大难度...不过,他们很理解,让我自己决定和选择.
今天我再细细读,并和老师一起探讨,发现在诗歌的理解方面还比较到位,老师的讲解更加强了深入的理解.
老师知识渊博又很有耐心,我很开心又多了一个良师益友.
上次老师带我去见他原来的导师,出版商,希望能够让他读读我的双语诗集.<<作别向日葵_Farewell to The Sunflowers>>.看他们有无意向出版..<<作别向日葵_Farewell to The Sunflowers>>目前是我自己自费出版.国外自费出版书很简单...而我就更简单.原意多为留下纪念和送给朋友等.
其实我在国内的朋友早说过他们帮我出版,只是我觉得如果没有真正的市场,我不想滥用别人的资助.所以推掉了.
所以老师带我去时,我也说起,担心没有市场,尤其在海外,双语更难.
他说,那家出版商如果真接受你,就说明他们认为有市场,因为如果由他们出版,是他们来承担费用.所以试一下,你就可以了解一下他们的观点和态度. 不过因为他的导师半年在法国,半年在加拿大,所以去他家时,他正好不在. 等以后再说了.
和老师也只是第一次见面,以他对我的信任,真让我感动.
所以这次压力很大,也得顶着...希望能更多抽时间多多交流,多多向行家取经. 这3年,我真的得到不少朋友的指点和帮助,不管是在论坛上,还是在其他活动中,真的很幸运.也很感激.
晚灯下,
我眯着眼,
你问,
“看你陶醉的?”
我笑了,
那只温顺的鸟
开始扑腾着离巢
我不再细细梳理
它的疑惑,
任它在秋千上打漾
越荡越高…
谁家的院子
叠送着花香?
悄悄闭眼,
手中的风筝越收越紧,
越飞越高,
呼吸
在天地间回旋…
今夜
恬睡无梦.
心情: Happy ] 状态: Working ]明后天将收到十多首英文诗,需要翻译,因为是古典的,先看看再说...
原打算帮朋友联系回国看病一事,昨天接到好消息,病可能会自己好的,所以放下了心,希望好友好人好运.
不过这事也提醒了我们大家,身体和心态很重要.也不能马虎.
现在我的轻松,不是物质上的,在物质上我想我是比不过国内的几个朋友,我也不去比,他们倒很羡慕我一直没变,还是那么年轻的心.
其实我想如果我老了,还这样忙而开心,就值了.
昨天和儿子算了一下,等他20岁,我真的还不老,还可以做很多很多自己的事,,,儿子说我可以和他一起上大学,我想也是,多好.想想都开心.
只是这样的话,我一定得保重自己,保持健康,然后继续梦想. ^ ^
Decades pass.
Last night,
Over the line,
I heard you again.
Through blue waves,
I was listening,
and trembling with ache.
--indigo splashed along
faraway memory.
Breezes come and go,
sunflowers wither and bloom.
Your words settle as seeds,
left to tell--with sunlight.
靛蓝的夜
十年,二十年过去,
昨夜,
电话一头,
我再一次听见你.
越过蓝色的波澜,
我一直聆听,
微颤着心痛—
靛蓝飞溅遥远的记忆.
风来了又去,
向日葵谢了又开,
你的话语安落成籽
留下述说--
迎着阳光.
This past weekend, Jason played in the playground. I watched him swing. He soon made a new friend: a girl named Lisa.
Since they were both in the talent show, so Lisa knew his name. Then they both joined another kids group to play tag game.
Half hour later, Jason approached me and asked me to follow him to find a few bad kids. I asked why. He said they did wrong to Lisa.
They used ugly words. I was a little concerned how to react since I didn't know those kids and worried if they would remember Jason and harm Jason later when I was not around. Because you never know who is in the dark side. But since Jason insisted, so we biked around and tried to find them.
Jason comforted Lisa not to worry; we would find them and give them a lesson.
Lisa was also with her big sister, she was 11 years old I guessed. She heard this and phoned her mom to ask her permission for her to handle the issue.
When we found these kids, Lisa's sister asked them what had happened and in a grim tone, she told them they were wrong to call others names, and use bad word.
I didn't say anything, I just watched, I was glad kids could judge and make things right by themselves. I hope each lesson they remember and help them on the right road.
I hope they won't take others' critique or help as hatred and revenge it later.
I told Jason be careful when such thing happened and remember to tell adults because they may get hurt. The world is not simple,
I remember when I was in element school, my neighbor's daughter was in the same class with me, and she made a lot of rumors about me thus few girls played with me.
But the good thing was I was a carefree and careless person, so I didn't suffer a lot. I played with boys a lot. Later when other girls reported to our teacher,
they were asked to say sorry to me. But I really didn't remember what they did to me. So when I grew up, I read a few books about psyche and wondered why I lacked my memory of my childhood,
then I seemed find the reason. The book said, your brain always choose what to remember, if something you want to forget, your brain may bypass these memories.
Yes. That is it. I choose to remember the fact that I saved the girl's life. It happened when I was 20 years old and she wanted to suicide. I found her and sent her to hospital. The doctor said if we were not there, five minutes later, she would be dead. But we never became friends, and I never asked her why she hated me since we were kids.
Sometimes you never know what others want and think. It maybe just two kinds of personality. So I wish Jason know how to protect others and himself too.
I don't want he experience the same as I. I want him enjoy every moment.
Though I never regret my childhood and still be happy.
(I guess I choose the right memory...^^)
I am glad Jason is very brave now. When he started to learn piano one year ago, on the Christmas Concert, everyone had a chance to play, he refused to do and cried.
But we pushed him and didn't let him give up since he had a good pair of ears and very nimble fingers.
Now in his school, there is a talent show to let students who has special talent to take the audition and make a final selection.
Jason is one of 20 kids in the whold school for final show.
He went to do all this by himself and his dad watched this show yesterday. We were so proud and happy.
Finally he built enough confidence and skills.
Today there are a lot of huge and beautful flowers blooming in our front yard. I took a few pictures, but I may not have time to post them.
Last night I also did update anna.88just.com
Long time I didn't work on it, and jason.88just.com I alsos have no time to post the latest photos.
I hope to have more time for web design since it needs a lot of skills to develop a good one. But for now I give up to another couple months later. Because I want to use the latest tool to do it for learning purpose and also real projects.
My old friend in China chatted with me that he planed to retire before 46...then he would build a big farm and rest in the courtryside, and resume his poetry study. I am glad he will make an arrangement to travel to ShangHai meet Jack, Jason and me.
Last week I made a new friend, Terry. We planed to meet next week to dicuss some projects.
By now, I may quit Speech Club, since I find another meeting and group more fit me. And still I plan learn a lot new technoledge...
(Life is busy. I have so much fun to learn new things.
But the most important is family and health... )
一堆资料,希望今天有时间看和贴出来.
昨天和Terry 聊了一天,他教加拿大历史的,告诉了我很多有趣的典故
和不为人知的事实.
人生要学要做的事情很多,前两年一直没找时间学习电子书和杂志,前几天做,发现很有意思.有时间好好整理一下.
My colleague complains his neighbor
has a general Garage Sale sign.
This season she hosts sales six times,
Each too convenient with editable date.
I walk by the dollar store,
shocked to see the huge window full of
garage sale posters.
A joke? But with a second thought,
I recognize a product.
The store owner and the neighbor
both make good business from it.
I remember the car accident
before a garage sale by the main road.
Took pity on it.
The sale owner collects her dollars.
绿党成员给我发来
一个请愿书链接。
竞选季节马上要开始了，
他们担心标牌成林
如废物展示。
那些标牌充斥着
硕大，鲜亮的脸蛋，
空洞得比得过差劲的皮影戏。
我们不会认识他们，
我们只会知道他们的名字--
这就足够了，填进选票里。
我签名请愿书
请求那些候选人
走出皮影。
The Election Signs
A member of Green Party
sent me a link with a petition.
As the election season approaches,
They warn of the waste of a forest of signs.
Those posters with faces, huge and bright,
more void than the worst puppet show.
We do not know them,
We do know them--their names
asking us to remember
and to sign for them.
I signed the petition
and pled candidates:
"walk out from these shadows of signs."
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