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7月30日 Recent Movements I have been toiling on a speech script for a week now, and am still working on it. I have revised it a dozen times. It has been changed so much that the original ideas are nowhere to be found. I tried to complain a little to Mum,hoping she would at least soothe me a bit. It was not much help. She said I was the one who decided I should like to major in English, and I should suffer whatever the consequences. She even went as far as tell me that it was only the beginning of a lifelong torment--if I find revising a paper a dozen times a torment. I had to admit she did have a point there. Well Mum, you'll be happy to know that I am beginning to enjoy this task. I mean it, really.
Do not let us dwell on seemingly unpleasant subjects. I will talk about something more cheerful. I went the other day with Mama to the library of NJU's Foreign Language Department. I had been there before, but that was when I did know much about English and English Literature. Boy, was I exited when I went into storeroom after storeroom to see dusty old original copies of English novels. I simply could not tear myself away from the shelves. It is lucky that Mama is the teacher there, so she can borrow 15 books at a time and keep them for 3 months. I helped myself to those lovely books to my heart's content. The librarian's eyes popped out when she saw the profound books I borrowed, knowing that I had just graduated from high school. Well, it felt great to have others in awe of me. It is perhaps vain. I will try to check it another time. Perhaps I shall begin by switching vanity to pride. After all, Mr. Darcy has remarked that:" Vanity is a weakness indeed. But pride, where there is a real superiority of mind pride will be always under good regulation."
I am now almost sure that no one really reads my writings on my space. That is one of the original reason I chose to write in English. But know it hurts a little. Just a little. I am not too self-conscious.
Though no one will read my blog, I still want to post this question here. It is like this, I have recently got it into my head that I want to buy a new cotton bag. It should be neither too thin nor too thick, deep-colored with simplicity in design, big enough to contain 3 copies of National Geographic at once, and above all, inexpensive. Do any of you ladies know where such a beauty could be found in Nanjing?
August.1st
Mozart's Short Biography in his mother tongue!
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart Familie letztes von 7 Kindern nur Mozart und seine 4 1/2 Jahre ältere Schwester Nannerl (eigentlich Anna Maria) überlebten das Kindesalter Vater: Leopold Mozart, Mutter: Anna Maria Mozarts Vater war der erste Musiker in der Buchbinder- und Steinmetzfamilie Allgemeines Mozart hatte 6 Kinder weder Mozart noch seine Frau konnten mit Geld umgehen so lebte Mozart in Armut und mit Schulden, obwohl er sehr viel verdiente Mozart hatte ein heiteres Wesen und wenig Respekt vor adligen Leuten
Daten Mozart wurde im Dom von Salzburg auf den Namen Johannes Chrysostomus Wolfgangus Theophilus getauft, die ersten beiden Vornamen ließ er wegfallen, den letzten übersetzte er ins Lateinische Amadeus (=von Gott geliebt) * 27.01.1756 in Salzburg (Österreich) besuchte nie eine Schule, sondern widmete sein ganzes Leben der Musik war schon als Kind ein Genie spielte für den Adel am Hofe Jan. 1762: Reise nach München Sep. 1762-Jan. 1763: Wien Mozart erkrankte Nov. 1763: Paris Apr. 1764: nach London in London traf Mozart Johann Christian Bach, von dem er sehr beeindruckt war
1765 Reise nach Holland Mozart erkrankte lebensgefährlich an Bauchtyphus 1766 Rückkehr nach Paris und dann nach Salzburg Sep. 1767: Wien Mozart erkrankte an Blattern Jan. 1769-1777: Konzertmeister beim Salzburger Erzbischof 1777: Konzertreise nach Paris 1777: Mozart verliebt sich in Aloysia (sie wollte Opernsängerin werden) der Vater war gegen eine Heirat der beiden, da die Familie Weber nicht wohlhabend war Aug. 1782: Mozart heiratet Aloysias Schwester Constanze Weber, da Aloysia schon verheitatet war März 1781: Mozart kam nach Wien, auf Wunsch des Erzbischof von Salzburg, bei dem Mozart arbeitete 1778: Mozarts Mutter starb Rückkehr nach Salzburg 1779: Hoforganist in Salzburg 1781: Übersiedelung nach Wien Mozart weigerte sich, nach Salzburg zurückzukehren (Salzburg im Gegensatz zu Wien provinziell) Mozart wurde mit Fußtritten aus dem Hause gejagt ab nun freischaffender Künstler 1782: Heirat mit Constanze Weber 1784: Freundschaft mit Haydn in Wien wohnte er bei Aloysia Webers Mutter 1787: Salieri schnappte ihm eine Stellung als Hofkapellmeister am Hofe von Kaiser Joseph II. weg (Mozart erhielt nur die minder bezahlte Stelle des Kammermusikers) Mozart verachtete ihn fortan 1790: Mozarts Gesundheitszustand verschlechterte sich 1787: Mozarts Vater stirbt 05.12.1791 in Wien Todesursache: offiziell: rheumatisches Fieber 1994 untersuchte man Mozarts Schädel und stellte als Todesursache Schädelbasisbruch fest (durch Sturz im Alkoholrausch) böse Theorien: von Salieri aus Neid vergiftet sonstige Theorien: Nierenleiden
Musik schon mit 6 Jahren schrieb er seine erste Komposition, mit 12 seine erste Oper einzigartige Melodien strömten nur so aus ihm heraus Mozart war ein ausgezeichneter Violinist der österreichische Klarinettist Anton Stadler regte ihn zur Komposition mehrerer Stücke an, z.B. zum Klarinettenkonzert in A-Dur, daß er für die von Stradler entwickelte Altklarinette, die tiefer und voller klang, schrieb Epoche: Wiener Klassik Seine Kompositionen sind mit den Buchstaben "KV" versehen, nach Baron Köchel, der im 19.Jh. ein Verzeichnis von Mozarts Gesamtwerk anlegte über 600 Werke: 40 Sinfonien , 9 Opern, 8 Singspiele , Solokonzerte, Kammermusik, Messen, 27 Klavierkonzerte, 1 unvollendetes Requiem, "Le nozze di Figaro" (=Figaros Hochzeit, opera buffa, 1786), Klarinettenkonzert in A-Dur (Okt. 1791), "Eine kleine Nachtmusik" "Bastien und Bastienne" (Singspiel), "La finta semplice" (=Die verstellte Einfalt, opera buffa), "Mitridate, re di Ponto" (=Mithridates, König von Pontos, opera seria), "Lucio Silla" (Musikdrama), "La finta giardiniera" (=Die Gärtnerin aus Liebe, opera buffa), "Il re pastore" (=Der König als Hirte, Musikdrama), "Idomeneo" (Musikdrama), "Die Entführung aus dem Serail" (Singspiel), "Der Schauspieldirektor" (Komödie), "Don Giovanni", "Così fan tutte" (opera buffa), "La clemenza di Tito (=Titus, opera seria), "Die Zauberflöte" (Oper) 7月24日 Papa's Birthday Tomorrow!To Dad That one could ever have Aside from being a wise old chap He’s fun and can make you laugh
He is learned, smart, and scholarly But also up-to-date He knows what happened in history As well as the fashion of late
Dad is also good at sports His moves are simply enchanting He plays balls of any sort With a skill absolutely amazing
It’s a treat to talk with Dad For he’s wise and fun, I’ve said You never know what he has In store in his excellent head
If you’ve got trouble in your way And don’t know what to do Better ask for my daddy’s aid He is sure to pull you through
Every word I’ve written here Is as true as true can be If you doubt it, then it’s clear You are less fortunate than me
My dad’s got other qualities But I shall write another time Surely you can see the difficulties For me to find words that rhyme
Writing good poems is an art I clearly don’t master well But this lousy piece contains my heart It might pass, who could tell
Now Dad shall have a grin on his face And realizes what day it is today We’ll sing him a song of joy and grace Which ends in a clear and loud ‘Hurray’! 7月16日 My recent movements 1.We had a little reunion the other day. It took place in a quaint little restaurant. I sure was glad to see my old buddies again. Although we haven't seen one another for quite a long time, there did not seem to be any problem for us to fall into the old familiar entercourse.
Two of my old friends have been accepted by NJU. Good, there will be at least two people I like in my new school life.
I have also learnt that the only person I really hated ( and still hate for that matter) in my primary school years had failed his College Entrance Exam and will be doing his Senior 3 year AGAIN! I am sorry to own it, but I was overjoyed by the news. It is a bit evil I will admit. But I cannot help it. So forgive me, dear God.
We played a card game called UNO for the whole afternoon. The rule is simple. The game doesn't require much thinking. All the same, I lost dismally. I have never been good at cards, you know.
2.I accepted a task that is going to make my life hell for the summer( As a matter of fact it already has). I shan't say more about it, but it is going to be a tougher summer than I have expected. Don't worry, I haven't joined a secret force or something of the sort( I am good patriotic Chinese citizen).
3. Found this line on the preface of a book called 1,000 Places You Must Visit Before You Die, loved it and am going to quote it here:
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the places and moments that take our breath away.
4. Wrote a poem for dear Papa's 53th birthday. Going to post it here on Jul.25th. Please be sure to drop in and give him a good cheer on that day. Thanks a million! Danke Schon! Merci!Xie Xie La! 7月4日 My LOVELY Days Extraordinary though it might sound, I have cought a cold. Even I do not see how I managed that. I have not eaten anything cold( my doctor absolutely forbids that), nor have I stayed in a air-conditioned room( understand we live but a modest life). There is no way I could have caught a cold in the middle of the summer!
I am now spending my lovely holiday coughing as though I would be dead the next minute, sniffing till my poor parents cannot stand the sound any longer, and as it is summer, sweating furiously.
What have I done to deserve this?
Now, in addition to my usual Chinese medicine, I have to take asprin. I take so many kinds of pills and syrup these days that I have ceased to think myself as human, but as a first-aid medicine kit.
As to my other problem which requires the treatment from traditional Chinese medicine, well, I am happy to say that my blood test showed that I am improving. Perhaps it will not be long before I cease to drink the disgusting herb broth.
At present, however, I still have to drink it. And do not ask me about the flavor! Every time I drink it, it reminds me of World War II with itsstrong smell of blood. I dare say my imagination is a bit rich. But it does taste HORRIBLE.
Perhaps it is because of my present state of health, I suddenly find this poem bewitchingly charming:
When I am Dead, My Dearest
Christina Georgina Rossetti
When I am dead, my dearst,
Sing no sad songs to me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress-tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.
I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall no hear teh nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set.
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.
Beautiful, isn't it?
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