The sound of the English language is like the sound of music.
And speaking English is like singing or playing music.
When I first learned to pronounce the English words, I chewed and played the words in my mouth until I could speak them correctly.
Afterwards, I learned to speak in sentences. The fluency, rhythm and intonation are cheerful to my ears. I feel like listening to music.
And I like the sound that I produce in my mouth when I am reading aloud because I feel like I am singing or playing music with my mouth.
So, it seems to me that listening and speaking are the very interesting way of learning the English language well.
I used to hate spring when I was small
because the weather is precarious
I would doubt the law of nature that
brings rain at the beginning of the new year.
Mum used to say
every beginning starts with hard work and hardship
So spring always feels like a bad omen.
Now spring has come again
It brings rain to our dry land
Fogs and drizzles cloud the sight afar
That we can’t see much ahead;
But while l am listening to the raindrops falling
The dripping is like music to our ears
dancing on the ground
Sitting on my armchair
I help myself a cup of hot coffee
The sweetness and sourness ferment and melt in my mouth.
The moment reveals that
we can still enjoy small joys in the midst of hardship
That sustains and carries us through to
the end of the year.
At the age of thirty-nine,
I really like spring.
My little angel
My little angel
She is natural
Like the darling buds
The gentle breeze of May
She is pure
Like the exquisite water
The gleaming light of sliver
She likes to coo and woo
“Mama Mama I love you”
Giggle and chuckle
Playing “Daddy Daddy I see you”
Today she turns 1 year old
“Happy Birthday to You!”
These eternal lines shall
Declare our dear love unto you.
I miss that night
I miss that night.
I remember it was very cold and
I was in total despair
huddling at a table outside a closed University café
dimly lit by an array of lonely lampposts
reading some poems given by my course tutor
so bad and so sad
that I couldn’t say a thing.
You said nothing either
but gave me a bowl of hot noodles
that you cooked at your place of study.
I devoured like a dog
Hungry for the food of truth and love
Which I got a real taste of it for the first time
In your presence
That was probably the moment I fell for you.
Composed upon St John’s Cathedral, Hong Kong 2022
In the early morning
While the city is still sleeping
Several souls wake up to the ancient bell
striking in the heart of Central district
Taking pilgrim’s steps ascending the narrow pathway
to the century old gothic church
fearfully approaching the majestic throne
kneeling down to pray for the many blessings
that have bestowed on the island for over a century
nurturing thousands of mighty souls
who safeguard the Pearl of the Orient
which shines through the aisle of history
leaving its people a page of its beauty and glory
now and forever.
Stream of Consciousness
I like to swim
freely and deeply
in my mind
sometimes like a ship
sailing quietly in the ocean
around the world
sometimes like a young lovely couple
paddling in the lake
feeling the blow of autumn wind
under the warm cozy sun
but other times like a submarine
immersing in the abyss
losing its way
or like a little boat
shaking up and down
in the middle of a stormy sea
There are good times and bad times
I still enjoy seeing things
within and without
in the journey of mind.
Dance! Dance! Dance!
Hey You! You! You!
Move your body
Swing your hip
Shake your bottom
Break your back
Stretch up High! High! High!
Reach for the goal
Go! Go! Go!
Sometimes life throws dirt at you
And it can be quite absurd to you
You question if you should go on
But there seems to be no answer
Time is drifting away
You are getting old
Your body is failing
You ache inside
But the other day
When you have a day out with your husband and daughter
Walking along the Victoria Harbour
Taking in the place where you have lived for so long
You have got the answer.
“I still love life. Yes, I still do.”
My shoes have trodden less travelled ways
The bumpy roads have made them old and weary
Now less fit to surmount the high rocks and spiky dangers of the mountains
In an attempt to reach the summit
Which, most of the time shrouded by shadows and clouds
leaving you stuck and unable to see the whole wide view –
Yet, more content and gentle to enjoy the familial trails of the endearing hills
where the easy-going winding roads sometimes surprise you with dotted trees of red leaves
or lead you to a hidden whole-new-world sea view
or just offer you a pleasant sight of a peaceful lake or a cheerful falling stream.
Thank you to my shoes that have come so far and brought me to where I am now.