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。
2010年元旦来临，祝各位朋友幸福、健康、创新向上！
仅将江西庐山东林寺大安主持的弟子道元法师的短信转发大家分享：
[至远者非天涯而在人心，
至久者非天地而在真情，
之善者非雄才而在胸怀，
至亲者非血缘而在关爱。
愿远者近，
久者恒，
善者圣，
亲者共。
今天又是弥陀圣诞，
正在冬季佛七中，
就让我送去千亿圣号的祝福吧!
东林寺 道元]
Thanks Fuller679.
Happy New Year.
I read the post you linked. Great buildings of art.
Thanks.
Anna
请欣赏：[2009美国国家设计奖作品赏析[组图]]：[http://home.ifeng.com/gj/detail_2009_12/25/226910_0.shtml]
正在观看博客的会员有： 没有
（一）
再次梦到一条船，
手里抓着一把船票。
检票人说，过期。
半途折返。
醒来，默思良久。
悟道：放手。
（二）
睡梦中，我抱着你。
长长的双臂缠绕。
夜寒袭来，
我希翼象一粒花仔
蜷缩在你的怀里。
其实，我并不坚强，
来世，我做你的儿女。
（三）
梦见庄周，
一群人等着解梦。
说来道去，一个字。
我拜过，他不语。
拿起我的手，
手心向上。
两个字,
一个在他的手里，
一个在我的心里。
Jason always asked me to tell a story before sleeping.
Last night I made several riddles and he thought very funny and good. He said I could ask them in my workshops too.
So I write them down in case I will forget.
Riddles: (the rule, you have three chances to ask a question, and I only give Yes or No. After three times, you must say the answer.)
1. It has legs. It cannot move.
2. It has eyes. It cannot move but it can grow.
3. It has legs. It cannot run. Sometimes more legs come and it turns heavy; other times, those legs go and it turns lighter.
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加了游记了。。。（以及TIPS)
因为ON Call，和加班， 不能去宿营，所以只有其他方式补偿儿子。
第一天带他去家附近钓鱼，他钓到两条小鱼
带他去看国庆日表演，和烟花。。。
第二天打球，以及去ROM 看兵马俑展。
第三天去朋友家摘樱桃，打球，BBQ。。。 朋友说上次我获奖，要我请客，所以带去香槟。。。
钓鱼回来，写了半首诗。。。。（I Want to Kiss。。。。没写完。。。）
看兵马俑回来，写了首诗。。。http://www.coviews.com/viewtopic.php?t=46967
其实到哪里，都有收获。去宿营回来的朋友刚打电话来兴师问罪。。。怪我们没去，不过他们也玩得不错。。。 
因为加班，所以不能去宿营了。。。
还好，密市今晚有烟花，还有7：00PM
7:10 pm Marshall Dane 的表演。。。（上次见到告诉他说，我喜欢他的表演，并觉得他会获2010 MARTY Award) 他说，不一定，密市有太多优秀的艺术人才。他觉得很难。今晚亲眼看看他的表演。
http://www5.mississauga.ca/rec&parks/websites/mymississauga/2010/canada_day/map_schedule.pdf
就要去宿营了。
去年写了 Rain...因为下雨。
希望在山中再写点什么。。。
朋友家后院两棵樱桃树，打电话来叫摘樱桃。可惜太忙，没有时间过去。只好叫她们多摘点，带到宿营地大吃特吃。
“忘了她”，
心里说上一百遍，
一千遍，
隔着一个海峡，
两岸的鸟声依然不断，
镜子里的缘愁越来越长。
拿起剪子，
院子里的树开始修剪。
一片，两片，剪下爱，剪下恨，
落了满怀的沧桑。
抽刀断水，月光凌凌的脸
留不住
岁月穿梭的梦。
拿起，放下，
一生写满，
石碑上留下
千山外的相思。
最近要自己安排自己加班。因为月底要去宿营，以及月中去卡尔加里。但先前安排的工作进程不能影响，只能自己加班了。。。
不过还是很感激经理让我休假，我也保证自己先期完成工作。
生命中我们都可能经历不少人和事。有支持你的，有打击你的。有的是好意，也有敌意的。了解我的朋友和亲人总是说我很坚强。因为都认为我很坚强，我反而没有不坚强的理由。不过无论是对我好的，还是不好的事，我总是能积极地对待和解决。累不累？累！ 苦不苦？苦!
有些时候我会放下，算了轻松过吧。但昨天我真的面临着做重大决定的冲动。思量很久，哭了三次，我还是放弃了。感恩吧。如此，心境就平和了。生活对我已经很宽容，我也愿意表白自己对所有过往的感激。生命中没有这些人，这些事，我又如何找到自己的挚爱：诗歌，以及体验到爱和痛。人生是由无数个过程组成的，我记下了它们，并且有足够的理由来怀念，来庆典。我只能说我很幸运。我总在想，路也有相交的时候，如果我们都带着憧憬，未来还是充满希望。
我感谢我的所有，感谢诗歌中闪耀的人和事。并祝愿每个人。
门廊的两盏灯一整夜不闭眼。
它们互相点亮着黑暗里的温暖。
走过多少夏天，我从来没有注意到，
孤独袭来的时候，我只是其中的一盏。
守在灵魂的门廊，我倾听一夜夜的风雨，
翻开的书页里，一个身影串出来，又进去。
月光在我的笔上滑动，无声地溅入夜的长河。
不经意，我已习惯独饮独醉，辗转于句子里。
每一次转身，我听见一尾鱼的游动，一只鸟的身影。
也许，其实，我照见镜子不断地重复破碎的迭影，
叠进来叠出去，今天，昨天，春夏秋冬的记忆。
书页的空白部好像告诉我，该去填写什么，
阳光春风铺满我们一生的语句和转折，
不再迟疑花开的月夜和星空的呓语。
让红酒的香郁流连成温暖的河道，
再一次倾听爱在天籁的挚明。
因为公司在机场附近，所以这周大家都在家上班了。
为新书设计的插图草稿。。。贴几个
Love Is Deluxe
You will not persist—
love.
It is deluxe.
Instead, you will halt—
what is wrong with a peacock,
unfolding splendid feathers and trade?
But, my eyes fall on
the bareness,
and cry.
Twilight
I awake to listen,
a still hill glowing in twilight.
Waves from the faraway ocean
cradle me;
warm breezes stir high-land reeds.
A water lily
in her own petalled reflection,
rippling in crimson,
vanishes into the dawning light.
As I said before, the reason I wanted to join Jerry’s classes was to improve my verbal English. But from his first class, I knew what I could learn was far more than that. From his stories, I could see how strong his will was. But even strong persons still need motivation from others. Listening to his speeches, I am sure many students were encouraged. Lately I read Lang Lang’s book Lang Lang: Playing with Flying Keys, the same impression came to me. The road to Rome really depends on one’s persistent effort. Most of us lack the will to continue our dreams, thus most of us fail.
Yes, indeed the road to Rome is very difficult. The reality can easily shatter our beautiful dreams. Sometimes we do doubt the reason to pursue a long unpredictable journey when we could retreat ourselves to a normal and relax life. Many times I ask myself to be like others, and just relaxed. Many times, I still cannot give up. I don’t know why. I sense that that is my hope. That is the freedom beyond life. But what do I want to prove? What do I want exactly?
I never ask for too much from life, indeed it is generous to me. But still I feel empty.
Last week, I went to check my lottery ticket. A lady joked with me, "Good luck." I smiled yet thought if I really had luck, then the dream I hold now would be given up. It gave me an ironic shock. It seemed my dream was never larger than a lottery jackpot. Indeed, I was like others. So I told the lady that maybe without luck I was blissful. She didn’t understand. I didn't say any more. But I was glad that maybe my destiny was to continue my dream.
Life cannot be meaningful without purpose and dreams.
我确实很溺爱我的孩子。快十岁了，每天我还会陪他睡一会。而且不时地要抱抱他。我总是一见他，就想抱他，亲他。早起，我还是他的玩具马，七十磅，我驮着他下楼。很多时候，我因此挨批，但母儿俩俩会相视而笑，有时真觉得老人说的儿子前生是母亲的情人，很有道理。其实我对所爱的人都很溺爱。总是怕伤害他们。所以一直以来自己倒假坚强了。儿子刚生下来，护士都说很英俊。我也看着像我父亲，那时的母爱幸福感真打开了女人的第二次世界。因此我总是对每一个女人说，无论如何，今生一定要做一次母亲。 儿子从小就很乖，很懂事，我一直觉得很幸运。所以很想很想有第二个。不幸流产了两次。而后来爱上了诗歌，诗歌成了我的一群孩子。
虽然我很爱我的孩子，但如果我计划做的事，我一定会去做。有时儿子不明白，说我不爱他了，我会告诉他，妈妈也要去做自己喜欢的事。每个人都有自己的追求和梦想。妈妈会为了梦想去学很多东西，妈妈也要自己的时间和空间。我想让他知道，这世界不只是为他一个人转，这世界在任何时候都可以有梦想。儿子对我很有信心，每次我办活动，他都告诉她老师，并邀请他同学来参加。这次获奖前，儿子说，你不赢我会惊奇的。我笑了，怎么比我还有信心？儿子说，你获了不少奖，你很努力呀。 现在儿子摆在家里的奖牌比我的多多了。有体育的，有音乐的，有数学的。
有时我想只有一个孩子，也是一个的好处，可以更多时间做自己喜欢做的事。
这几天在读朗朗的自传。本来是买给儿子读的，但他就不读，因为他知道为什么想他读。
我倒是读的泪流满面。做天才很难，真的要很坚强。做天才的父母，更要坚强。
读了朗朗的书，我开始理解为什么他那么喜欢钢琴，为什么弹得那么张扬，除了他的天分以外。那是因为他的世界在里面，那么小的孩子，更多的时候只能从音乐中得到快乐，得到解脱，是幸也是不幸。在此，我也更深地理解成才除了天分，毅力是最终的决定因素。当然更重要的，朗朗说的对，是他和他爸这样的team。一样的梦想，一样的坚强。虽然这里面牺牲了多少亲情。
想想自己以及其他爱做梦的人，很多时候也想放弃，不想坚强下去。所幸的我，总在最低潮的时候有过朋友，爱人以及老师，甚至陌生人的鼓励。当然也有劝我放弃的，我知道他们的好意，诗歌这条路是孤独的，有一次，一位朋友很意味深长地说，但一个人选择了其他人很难共享的爱好，她注定是孤独的。我说，我知道我的选择就是孤独的，但我总以为一路上会有某个人，或某种交错，某种神秘，让我去感受，去领略。如果生命中失去了这些，我的每一天和第二天都是一样的，活着如同一潭死水而已。
我们每个人都有自己的选择，有些人坚持了，有些人放弃了。我一直记得一位认识不久的朋友，很坚信地说，你会做到任何你想做的。有些时候，我们靠的是别人的信心。
我的免费英文老师Terry总是这样说，安娜，如果我觉得你的诗不好，或你没有潜力，我不会浪费我的时间的。我失落的时候总有人来鼓励我，我以为自己很坚强，其实也许我错了。除了幸运，我还有他们。
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谢谢！
I just listened to the first charpter and I was attracted by the book!
Author: James Redfield
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DgNSBbeT-Es
和Marshall Dane 合影
七月要去卡尔加里看真正的牛仔了。
同楼的公司每星期请跳舞老师教一次跳舞。
说我们也可以加入，5元捐款。
今天中午去跳了，女孩多，所以我和一个年轻女孩搭档。
不错。虽然我会跳舞，但没有正式学各种慢舞，大家都很放松。老师也不很严格， 所以反而学得轻松。
上次被一对一地教，（60 元一个小时， 朋友给我免费票）老师给我列计划，我想我又不往职业发展，就很快逃跑了。
现在这样中午休息时去跳，又锻炼身体，又交了隔壁朋友。
现我们公司同事让我教跳舞了
Thursday night (June 3) will be an exciting night since the 2010 Marty Awards’ winners will be announced. I have four tickets. I invited my good friend and also my English teacher Terry to join me. Today, I called him to ask him come early and stay at my house for supper. Then we all go to the Gala together. I mentioned I may need to do my hair. He laughed, “Anna, you need not worry about your image. You need not to be a dragon lady to be there. What stands out for you is your work, your poetry.” I replied, “I want to be neat in front of them. It is a formal event.” He said, “As far as I know, you always look neat. So don’t worry. Remember I said you looked like Neighbor-girl in your first chap-book cover, and the name card you put your photo on which looked dragon lady. Both are good. And now you are between. So you need no more fancy.” I laughed, “Ok, then I will save the money.”
Indeed, I seldom do my hair. I always keep it simple and straight. So what I need is to wash it, then my hair seems ok. For ten years in Canada, I only did three times. When my hair needs to cut, I call my friend who is a hairdresser and go to her house to cut for 15$. This way I save time and no trouble to make decision on what kind of style I need. Simply, no style. Anyway, so far so good.
Of course, I like to be Dragon Lady: elegant and pretty. But most time I am the Neighbor-girl: a casual and natural self. But I must confess I do want to be beautiful and lovely.
At the bar, I chatted with my colleagues. One said something in me lit up. He was not sure what exactly it was. I knew what he meant. I knew what it was. I talked with a girl friend in Regina who was single and hoped to find someone in her life. I said, “When you find something special and meaningful to you, try to enjoy and go for it, don’t worry. Your door will be open.” I know what opens my door. I know the world is beyond and make my life worthy and happy.
“Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.”
For long time, I secretly believed that I was like Scarlett O'Hara in the famous novel. I didn’t mean we experienced the same, I meant I had the same confusion like the dreams she dreamt. I chased a vague figure in the thick fogs without destination. And I woke up to face the reality.
Of course, I am much lucky. I have never encountered the civil wars. I have never needed to make a tough decision to exchange dignity for surviving. Survivor, the word is not for me; instead, I do feel blessed by a lucky star. But still I secretly believe I have something from her.
What is that? I don’t know it exactly. Through my writing, I start to discover a new world. I am glad that my space is not bounded any more. In my writing, yes, I could be Scarlett. I could experience a different time and space. I could stand up and face to the future. I always remember In the finale, Scarlett stands once more, resolute, before Tara.
“After all, tomorrow is another day!"
Some friends wonder why I like to daydream. In fact, I am a realistic person. But I like the beauty and pureness of our dreams. I need fancy to keep life chores from outcasting me.
I like Virginia Woolf saying, “It is far more difficult to murder a phantom than a reality.”
It is true, I always invent a new way of living in writing, sad or happy, all the same to make my life worthy. Ideally, everyone likes to live with a different life. But we all have only one life to live. I always tell my friends, I choose the safe way to experience more. I take the reward and risk both. You may say, what risk is there, just writing? You will know if you write and find the deep and naked soul. And the freedom beyond.
Writing is so amazing that it stirs up your passion yet it also give you the peace. Once I had a good friend named peace by his name. We lost contact long ago. I wonder if he finds his peace. Of course, everyone defines peace differently. When I read Emily Dickinson’s poems,
I wonder how peaceful she has retained. Some friends told me that I would be lonely because of my unusual passion. I replied I enjoyed the solitary. My loneliness made my time not be wasted in the claimed-to-be friends of crowds. I mean I still love party and people, but don’t like waste time for any meaningless things.
One day I will go to Tibet. Though I am afraid to go there since I fear that mystery place will attract my soul and won’t let it go. For many things, I am like this, fear then retreat.
One day, I must act like Scarlett. Because everything will soon be gone with the wind.
最近很忙。加拿大一家出版商已正式接受出版我的英文诗集。 很开心出版费用和销售他们负责！
书名他们建议改一个，从我自己的诗歌中找一句。 另外再增加30首。(总八十首左右） 所以现在还忙着再选三十首，其中他们一个编辑Mike会一直帮我定稿。 对我来说，无疑是一次很好的学习机会。我也给他们看了自己制作的诗歌展示，希望以后帮助推广。：） 九月他们会做书目推广和预售。正式海报出来后，我也会自己跟进一些相关活动。因为我自己很想学习他们整套流程，所以会积极参加。书定好了明年二月提交。我希望明年回国国内有售。 ：) 到时会到几个城市做诗歌展示，以及交流活动。现在也积极在海外交流以积累经验，丰富生活，推荐优秀诗作。
书名我暂时提供了几个，等出版商来定夺。
我们四人谈得很来，之后一起去吃中餐。
My lucky cookie said:
"Your persistence will soon be paid off". They agreed and said, my poems were very good, reflecting true feelings and thoughts through daily life and natural images and asked me to keep writing.
I am very happy indeed!
I admire great speakers. I wish I could speak in public like them. Several years ago, I joined Public Speaking Club and I enjoyed it very much. I made great effort to make my speech interesting and meaningful by using multimedia or other creative ways. Though my oral English was not good, people still enjoyed my speech.
Two weeks ago, I went to jerry’s class. He is a wonderful speaker, I must say. A great story-teller and a natural actor if his stories are made up. He has the talent to hook you with his stories hour after hour. He has the skill to change your attitude and move you to act. Through his talks, you can feel his passion and energy. The most important point that he makes in all his talks is that if he can do something then you can do it too. He makes no excuses for quitters, or for blaming others.
He seems to know how hard it is to change our habits and to commit ourselves to our promise to practice. So each week, he tells another story which stimulates us to keep our promise and strengthen our will.
I believe that I too have a great passion, yet mine is towards poetry and his is for teaching. But I can see the difference between our passion and result. My passion brings happiness mostly to myself. His passion brings happiness to himself and also others. I can see how happy and how proud he is, because he knows that he helps others and changes others’ lives. Now I know why I feel empty sometimes even although I am happy and proud of my poetry. I want my passion also to be shared and to be used to help others. I want my skills to be used to change others’ lives too.
I believe that everyone has asked himself, “What is the meaning of life?”. But most of us quit asking eventually.
I believe if we find the answer, we will be happy and we will live a meaningful life. I believe that Jerry has found his meaning. I may be finding mine yet I still have a long way to go.
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revised... Take a look and have fun!
这几天借了“Adventures In Search of The Past". 很佩服那些考古的。。。要我去，边都摸不着。。。
前一阵电视讲达尔文的很好，可惜要陪孩子，没看全。。。以后补上。
我不懂为什么很多人无事可干，我只恨时间太少。。。放眼世界时，寂寞都没有时间了
决心不再沉浸在个人情感。。。多学多体会，过好每一天，感激每一天。让生命更有意义，无愧于自己，以及爱我的人！
朋友们，珍重！
摆放在卧室里，
窗帘打开，
也不过低矮的天地。
等不到星星，
等到月亮高挂，
看清了，更神伤。
美丽是一种苍白。
太高太远太寂寞。
把镜头对转吧，
纵使疾风遽雨，
草枯木荣，
离你更近的，
点点留在你底心田。
11岁以下比赛的第三名，被选入省队。。。
六月要去阿尔伯特省比赛。
这下我的休假要改了，要陪他去。（也许以后我们的休假就是到处练球和比赛了。 
儿子真是黑马呀。昨天我们打算上午打完就回，因他下午有课，我晚上有课。结果他以先输两局，再连赢三局，打入半决赛。
所以只好等下午比赛，结果下午，他又是这样赢了，打入第三名。
我们很高兴，本来只是去培养点经验的，却没想他打进了安省球队。 ：）
儿子早上有比赛。。。第一次去，培养点经验
中午赶回，晚上我去上课。（昨晚都有点想打退堂鼓，怕自己坚持不下，今早起早自己打气，好吧，下决心，就半年，看看自己能不能坚持了！：）
1. Story for "Tie" (A poem about Facebook)
2. Story for "My Car as My Body"
3. Story for Rain poem.
4. Story for "After Reading Ted Hughes' Full Moon"
5. Story for Mr. Tiger
6. Story for "Longer Than I Know You"
1, 2 is on
http://anna.88just.com/story.pdf
http://coviews.com/viewtopic.php?t=46562
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Go6I2_PpBU&feature=related
wrote a poem for Love.
Nobody notices the withered rose,
nobody except me.
In my hand, I hold the bud
from you, in the reversed Time.
Drink it, I hear your voice,
as at Present.
I lie down--
the past, the future,
each, a river.
The current--
our blossoms float over it.
为了我的梦想!
每晚两小时练习！上班有时间也练习。
我给公司的同事打了招呼，如果听到一些怪怪的声音，可能是我在练习发音。。。
这几天梦到Tiger， 总想写点什么。但又不知如何写。
。。。。
I just wrote one.
http://coviews.com/viewtopic.php?p=235248#235248
I am glad to be nominated for EMERGING LITERARY ARTS Award.
The final winner will be announced on June 3, 2010.
Here is the link
http://www.mississaugaartscouncil.com/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=107:call-for-marty-nominations&catid=33:mac-events&Itemid=87
Please feel free to VOTE for the People's Choice Award.
我见姑父的次数不多，主要在南京和北京,以及珠海。我去北京，他和姑妈一定要留我住在他们那。不知为何，他总是说我是作家，将来会出书。有几次和秘书开玩笑，说回忆录让我来写。其实那时我写东西并不多。也没有很强烈的写作欲望。尤其对历史，我很惧怕。因为我总是怀疑自己或者叙述人能不能很客观。
第一次见姑父，是我很小的时候，那时在我们小城市算一件大事。从来没有红旗车开进来。他来的时候，很多警车跟着，我只记得他很亲切，摸着我的头，说我会很有出息。那时我很拘谨，只呆呆地看着。
后来我考大学，当时想考北大，但怕上不了好专业，所以选了南京大学。那时姑父早已在北京任职，他很遗憾说，为什么我不选北大，或北京的学校。他并不知道我惧怕权位高的人，虽然我知道他很慈祥，也很喜欢我。也许我怕辜负他们吧。我在南大上学时，每次他来南京，一定会叫秘书打电话给我，让我去陪陪他。我也喜欢听他讲长征的故事。姑父很开朗，很健谈。每次讲，他都感叹真是九死一生。身边的人看着就没了。他说以后无论经过多少苦，他总是想着他的战友们，比起他们，他已经很幸运了。几次去北京，姑父姑妈都送我点东西纪念。我有时真后悔，没有请姑父题字。姑父写得一手好书法，但我想他年事已高，所以不忍心请求。十年前，在我出国之际，我又一次去看他们，姑父很苍老地说，不知何时能再见了。下次来，把你的书带来。
我说一定。这一去，就七年过去。2007年我回国看了他们，并把我的儿子带去。我的小诗集也送了一本给他们。很多事情都是想不到的，他开玩笑说，哇，用外文写书了，假洋鬼子。
再一次，他说，以后就更难见到了。
这次他说中了。我原打算今年回国，这一次带回我的新书。而不是小诗册了。可惜他读不到了，
我也无法请他题字了。 妈妈昨天打电话来，说他们定好了机票去北京。我哥哥从南京赶去。可我不能同行。只能在这里以文字悼念了！
We had so much fun. The dance and the poetry!
I hope to come back for high level dancing classes.
My reading of first poem: Rain
明天要去录诗。今晚自己先准备一下。。
在自家的地下室录了一首。。。不知明天图书馆怎么录，以后再比较。
周五去读诗，录诗。
周六全天诗歌作坊。朋友约打羽毛球，只能下次。
不过儿子最忙。四月我们一起在LONDON 呆了两晚，为儿子的全省篮球联赛加油。他们虽然年龄小，比赛却很激烈。头晚他们队26比21赢了。 儿子罚球两次，全中四分。 晚上他们在游泳池好好玩了。可能不太适应，没睡好。第二天的两场比赛很激烈，但都是差一分输了。 （25：24， 34：33）很多队员哭了。
家长也觉得可惜。否则他们可以打进决赛。
这周儿子学校全省联考。 虽然他功课都是A，但是他有时心不定。不专心。这是他的弱点。
五月儿子要参加乒乓球比赛，最近要抓紧时间练，前几个月为全省篮球联赛拉下了乒乓球。所以这几个星期要加油。
也忙也快乐。
Jason wrote it and since it is very long, I move it in comments.
发表人: anna从字典里剔除一个字，
不期然却添加更多
形容词，动词和名词。
感情就象房子，
关上一个门，
却打开更多的窗户。
哦，春风又绿了
眺望着的双眼。
小径长满了
不知名字的草，
而脚印淹没在
此起彼伏的夜色里。
从天窗中
倾泻而下的是你。
After he watched the movie.
I wrote a little poem.
http://www.coviews.com/viewtopic.php?t=45938
Travelling to the far East,
I meet a Bodhi tree.
Beside a river, huge leaves
and evergreen.
I ask,
Are you here waiting for me?
A sudden shower.
I puzzle,
Are you crying?
This time, still.
I wait
and wait.
Winds flip Bodhi’s leaves.
I say,
I need to go.
What do you want me to carry away?
On my palms,
the tree lets go seeds.
“After reading Ted Hughes' 'Full Moon and Little Frieda’ won the Poem-A-Day contest in Cambridge libraries.
As a winner I was invited to read the poem and record it for the library website. There will be an Evening of Poetry. All winners will receive a booklet of this year's winning poetry and a book certificate.
The event will be held on Friday, April 16, 2010 at the Cambridge Center for the Arts at 7:00 p.m. There will be refreshments and music.
Address is 60 Dickson Street
Last night I drove to college for my night class. It was a beautiful day and felt like spring. I wore white vest and a black dress. On the way, I heard a noise and thought my car tire might have been broken, so I pulled over and got off my car to check the back. I saw that the back pipe (exhauster) was dragging on the road which made the noise. I was worried and didn’t know if I could drive. One guy rode his bicycle came over and checked my car for me. He asked me if I lived near, and told me that I could drive slowly to home or Canadian Tire to repair it. But he told me to be very careful since the pipe was very hot. For safety, I wanted to call the car Tow Truck to help since I had first class visa card to cover this for free. So I called, 10 minutes later, the operator answered and I asked for help. Since I told them my gas tank fell, so they asked me first to call 911, police. During my talking over the phone, one SUV parked on the opposite side of me and signaled if I needed him to help. I waved to him and hang up my call. He moved over and brought a long metal wire. He said he lived close and saw me still here and came with the wire to help. He lied down and joked not to let other cars hit him. I smiled and back off in a place to let other cars clearly see us from far. Meanwhile, another car drove very slow to us and parked behind us and said he would like to make sure no cars could hit us. I was touched and thanked him very much. Soon the guy wired the pipe and exhauster on the car tightly, I asked if I could drive it for tonight and let it fixed tomorrow in the car repair center. He said ok. The other guy saw everything was fixed, so he drove away. And I said to the guy who fixed my car that I would like to buy him a lunch someday. So I left my phone number and he gave his phone number to me. It really was my lucky day. I will get my car fixed tomorrow since today I work at home. My car has been with me for nine years and it never gives any trouble. I guess now it turns old, so I need my luck from time to time. I don't want to sell it and buy a new one. Anyway,I keep hoping good luck.
发表人: anna通信录上一行行名单，
我已经想不起谁是谁了。
在他们的名册上，也许
我也只是和夏天有关，
味同柠檬的遗忘。
日历象叶子一样脱落，
往事并不像我们眼中的鸟，
飞来又飞去。却更像烛光中
某个节日的特别纪典。
有一天，相遇也许不再相识，
这样说的时候，没有特别的忧伤。
只有中眼里偶尔闪过湿润，
蓝天的画布上却飘过
一朵，两朵的白云。
1. If you want your dreams to come true, don't oversleep.
2. The smallest good deed is better than the grandest intention.
3. Of all the things you wear, your expression is the most important.
4. The best vitamin for making friends....B1.
5. The 10 commandments are not multiple choices.
6. The happiness of your life depends on the quality of your thoughts.
7. Minds are like parachutes...they function only when open.
8. Ideas won't work unless YOU do.
9. One thing you can't recycle is wasted time.
10. One who lacks the courage to start has already finished.
11. The heaviest thing to carry is a grudge.
12. Don't learn safety rules by accident.
13. We lie the loudest when we lie to ourselves.
14. Jumping to conclusions can be bad exercise.
15. A turtle makes progress when it sticks its head out.
16. One thing you can give and still keep ...is your word.
17. A friend walks in when everyone else walks out.
18. The pursuit of happiness is: the chase of a lifetime!
- JWD -
我们同事越来越注意身体了。每周在公司上班三天，在家两天。
我们总是约好同一天在公司，除了开会，工作，我们再一起爬楼梯。
经理带上手机，放上摇滚，我们一组就上上下下地走几个来回。
中午吃饭时，年轻的几个居然也在讨论什么东西健康，当然更免不了各式笑话。有些我不懂，不过挺喜欢在一起的。
比我年轻两岁的女同事一直还是身体虚弱，所以很多活动，哪怕聚餐，晚会她都不参加，有时看她忧虑的样子，真为她惋惜。
速度慢的化，可以先下载。
http://anna.88just.com/download.htm
所有的意象写尽了，
我告诉自己可以离开了。
梦，在一只笔下纠缠着，
难以辨认哪一部分真实。
时光等着剪彩一本书的扉页，
卸下的镜子里一枚玫瑰眼看着枯萎。
我没有说，我爱你，
也无法道破，在涟漪的荷塘，
你能看到怎样的倒影。
多少年过去，当你翻到最后一页，
重读我眼影的忧郁，
你会看见炉火中闪过的灿烂，
和雪后延伸的脚印。
从一本书里，
我带回一面镜子。
照见里面有人在狩猎，
并射伤了一只老虎。
镜子外面，我捂紧
胸口。
而稠密的林子，
一只笔在堤岸边书写。
上涨的水位，
雁过，无痕。
一只猫照见她的倒影，
树欲止，风满楼。
正式获得了Creative Writing Certificate From University of Toronto.
The final project I used <<The Door Ajar>> got very good feedback and suggestions. I will revise some poems or sections accordingly. The editing work is tough but it is a good learning process.
Lee said, We’ll have gathering for graduation, probably in May or June. Hope to meet them all again.
这首是因为每月一次的诗歌挑战，月月主题不同。。。二月是把自己当作另一个历史人物，用他/她的口吻来写。
因为我很喜欢普拉斯。。。Sylvia Plath. So I wrote this to try to be her writing.
Lament
I cut an echoless love
in pale moonlight.
Ashes of stars slip
from my face.
You remain in a secret garden.
My shadow clings to a splitting wall.
Water rises on a lake
and the moon drowns.
A taste of blood lingers
on my bleeding fingers.
捧着满腹的心事去告别，
我以为会空空荡荡回来。
清晨我枕边撒满阳光，
似我唏嘘了一夜的时光。
总在年终和年初徘徊，
明镜高堂处燕子筑巢。
旧时相识却异域相见，
饮就千山万水还恨少。
时不我待，我自蹉跎，
青鸟殷勤来相顾，
蓬莱还系故土，
红绳飘在他乡。
一本字典从头翻到尾，
你试图寻找两个字。
商店里却充斥着放大的
包装和精美的庆典。
窗外，一只空塑料袋
在不停地漫舞，街头等车的人
神情漠然。
聚光灯下，从纽约带回的
梵高的静物画鲜活起来，
你听到高脚杯碰触的声音。
面朝大海，春暖花开了。。。
你要寄出的卡片上找不到地址，
也无法复制一座桥—
它延伸的天堂。
电梯把我们送到顶层，
一道门通向天庭。
在微弱的星光下，
我们为各自蒙上眼睛，
四周静寂，只有我们的呼吸声。
踩着心中的步点，
我们向一阵涡流漂去，
衣裙象鼓胀的风筝。
我们看见月光下
海潮涌向沙滩。
电梯把我们接回底层，
地铁连着一条走廊。
在闪烁的广告牌下，
我们摘下眼罩。
叫卖声却让我们失明。
被人流涌动，
我们向站台走去，
你向左我向右，
出口的风吹来，
我们冷不丁打了寒战。
虹灯下的“天堂”分外醒目。
Inertly, I say to you
that I am a fish
in a shallow container.
You utter nothing,
but offer me a dream.
In the dream, you hold a key
to a treasure.
Unlock the case,
a cat stretches her soft paws.
Tilting her head,
she crawls out and stroll
straight to the container.
She snatches the fish
and swallows it.
Climbing up the tall roof,
she makes her way to the out world.
You point at me:
You too have the key, Miss Cat!
Mr. Tiger
Through the white fence
I watch you wandering along the dark river—
a slender figure,
with golden and yellow spotted fur.
Under flashes of lightning,
the sadness flickers behind your bright eyes,
and hunters set up traps to wait.
“Come with me, Tiger”
I call to show a way to escape.
My voice drops,
as I notice myself, the bait.
一切发生得如此突然。
故事的主人公走出地铁，
恰巧碰上一场雨。
他犹疑的眼神在一把突降的
天堂伞下舒展。
他们走过一段又一段路程。
雨水顺着女孩的眼帘流下，
在他手指上闪着晶莹的光芒。
一切发展得如此自然。
他们走进白色的小屋，
围着冬夜的炉火密谈。
一本书展开，一条河流过，
月光流泻在他们光洁的身上。
很久很久以后，
你意识到故事还有另一种结果。
你成为唯一的主人公，站在地铁的出口，
等待着另一个，雨一直下着，
一只白色的猫在街边游荡。
From the water mirror, I watch you.
Your soft lips glow like red wine.
Before I touch them,
I long to taste your fingers;
they are pale like snowflakes,
swirling upon light green skirts.
You have traveled from afar.
The fire inside you diminishes
like cold stars. Ice
drapes your dark pupils,
so heavy, I fear!
But the old saying:
a cat has nine lives--
you shall have nine to be loved.
So here I am to light myself up
and twirl as a scented candle.
And now I come to cross the river
and lie down by your side.
The river flows, the moon rises.
I shall take your breath away.
I shall bring you to heaven.
我们谈起莲的幽梦。
诗句找到共鸣，
在雨夜落下来，
象鱼次第跃出水面
荡响着石头的回音。
门开了又关上。
我们倾听面包和烤箱的滋滋声，
爱的迷惑填满空寂的生活。
你告诉我
沁读一个诗人，
浑然的愉悦,
诗以及她自身。
河流潺潺涌上我心，
象一条咬钩的鱼，
我冥思于潮的讯息，
渡船上茶水渐渐变凉。
因何犹疑？
我不敢
任何惠赠
担心和苹果相像，
却味同柠檬。
（注： 粗体字为《The Door Ajar》中十二首诗的标题
We talk about the Dream of Water Lily.
voices find resonance,
falling on a rainy night.
They echo the rock’s reply，
like fish leaping out of a river.
The door opens and closes.
We listen to bread and toaster sizzling,
as a love puzzle feeding our still life.
You tell me of the pleasure
of reading a poetess, "a poem herself".
River flows in me,
like a hooked fish,
I listen to the tide’s message.
The tea gets cold on a ferry boat.
I fear to offer
anything
for what appears to be an apple,
may taste like a lemon.
一面镜子，
几把折扇，一盒胭脂，
以及花丝绢。
摆上徽州砚墨，
沏上武夷名茶，
垂细帘，倚窗坐。
抿一口，低回首，
一口伴一诗句，
锁眉屏语，
如此神游，
大观园的人物
轻声浅笑地鲜活起来，
舒展如碧绿的茶叶。
水满上，诗诵读。
扇子拿起又放下，
风卷帘，人徘徊。
待抬头，又一秋。
古刹积雪覆盖，
鸟声渺。
月如钩，照空楼。
烛影单，茶水凉，
徒有心事付东流！
儿子其实很敏感，很在意别人。所以有时胆小。
我们一直鼓励他。从去年选拔上市里篮球俱乐部队员，我们周末就需要跑安大略的很多城市，送他打比赛。
今天他学校的球队选拔赛，因为只招四五年级的，所以他现在可以参加了。昨天回来告诉我，"妈妈，教练说,'I cannot wait to see you play!"". 今天一早准备带了球衣球鞋，兴奋得象飞轮上的小老鼠。：）
四点后，等他的消息。他们可能需要两次选拔赛。
儿子现在象个运动健将。学习也都好，音乐尤其是学校交响乐团的主力了。
今年可免费上Canada Culture Study 课。每星期二晚。今天第一堂。
二月二日休半天假，参加作品答辩和评审。
下班回来，每晚在家陪儿子打半小时乒乓，十时后自己练瑜伽。
工作上，又有老板被裁了。我们组还好，工作任务到了下半年。不过我还是安心做自己的，业余时间读诗陪家人写诗，安静地过日子，挺好。。。
http://anna.88just.com/2009translation.php
谢谢《中华诗人》
我的品和你的不一样。
我不在其中却会心疼。
所以我不能进入，也不能离开。
品，三个口，
每一口都不同滋味，
舔犊之情，爱恨之怨，聚散离合，
各为其道，各从其所，
人算天算奈何不得！
一本书打开合上，
一部剧上演谢幕，
喝彩无数，我自喃喃：
逝者如斯!
距离远不过一个点
从多伦多到北京到上海，
广义相对论认为空间是弯曲的，
更广义一点， 你知道你从来没离开过。
如何解释家园， 你的笔会画上一个圆，
更近去看其实是一个人。
她的头发象树枝茂密，一群蓝鸟在里面安静地做巢。
她的眼睛是后山围绕的湖泊，你记得在那里漂过水花。
饱满的月亮是她的脸， 挂在你树影婆娑的前院。
羞涩时会藏起来并且披上薄纱。
你曾经夜深难寐，画饼充饥。
这时你会添上四肢， 就象漫长的河流以及纵深的经络。
并且贪婪地把诗经的句子取了一瓢又一瓢。
难以涂抹的永远是中间的那座城堡，那就是心房，
你听得见天坛的回音， 久叩的门响了又响。
去开了新浪新家。。。http://blog.sina.com.cn/anna88just
看来还不怎么会用。。。因为计划今年回国看看，所以所以。。。。
在新浪转了转。。。
读了李银河阅读尼采。。。http://blog.sina.com.cn/s/blog_473d53360100gryp.html?tj=1
大学生英语演讲，写得很有文采。。。
喜欢得很。。。http://hi.baidu.com/yyx520/blog/item/668ff751acddc82242a75b1f.html
对于她的即兴讲演，虽然精妙，却给人有点空的感觉。不过已经很不容易了。
我也喜欢讲演，但在海外听过能到这样水平的也不多。抄一段感慨。。。
在顾秋蓓看来：语言不是找到好工作、有个好前途的工具，而是一种文化与智慧的外现。语言，为你打开一片广阔灿烂的新天地。从语言中，你可以学到许许多多超出语言之外的东西。在这样一种潜移默化、润物细无声般的过程中，你的思想、你的智慧会得到不断的提升和完善。
同感！
窗子对镜子说，
我们做知己吧。
我看外面，
你照里面，
好不好？
镜子沉默不语。
窗户于是把自己关上。
一块石头砸进来，
窗户破了，
镜子碎了。
镜子再也不能照见什么。
窗户却敞开着，
往里朝外都是风景。
（二）
躺在床上，我等着爱人。
满月的清辉透过树影的婆娑
投射到我手中的苹果上。
风过，窗外又落下几颗。
我像蓄水的荷塘，
等着鱼苗的放养。
白色的藕节脆脆作响，
姑苏桥拱起如受孕的宝塔，
一扁渔舟在钟声中荡漾。
我去美国休假了，回来知道她们把我的名字也放进去，抽到了一台手提电脑，旧一点，但家用没问题。
所以还是挺开心。谢谢她们。
从向日葵，紫罗兰
到麦田和星空，
我沉吟良久，
孤自一人聆听。
我渴望画家的笔
把我解剖成一道道光谱，
隐匿于某片画布的角落，
从那里我可以看着游人以及自己
穿过不同的世纪，
为某种约定，某种情绪失色。
来自葵花深处，
我听见婴儿的啼哭.
我不敢触摸花瓶
的幽蓝，尽管背景
满是粉色。
而星空下，教堂的钟楼
被黑暗笼罩，
钟声被地心力锁住，
我发现自己站在画室中心，
离每一幅画都很远，很远。
从表姐家带回青竹，
我们冒险藏于车中。
过关时没人查问，
幸免无难。
倒插水中，我盼望竹子生根，
青翠倒影送我江南乡情。
哪天故旅孤舟携我归去，
风和日丽云也轻轻。
只是家乡的茉莉花开此处，
并没有多少香气，
老歌却时不时想起，
让人泪如雨注。
早寐的人已醒来
说着新年快乐，
你的爱人还在梦中。
你没有惊醒他，
只留下一句祝福。
语言很像指针，
让情感指数不停波动。
站在甲板的你，
凝视远方，天堂如纸
等着谱写新的一页。
月亮在太平洋海岸
划出一道道银色的印痕，
船舷外涛声依旧，
夜泊
至枫桥。
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油轮像巨大的白鲸
停靠在大西洋群岛的
一个叫天堂岛的地方。
鱼窜而下，迎接我们的不是天堂鸟，
而是皮肤黑亮的出租司机。
唇舌交战片刻，他们欣然同意载我们游岛一圈。
车子在破烂的房子，简易的小路上穿行，
没有热带草裙舞以及鼓点音乐的原始，
这里更多西化的热情和淡漠，
偶而黑皮肤的孩子坐在门槛发呆的镜头
偏离我们来时的想象，
而一桥之隔，高楼大厦耸立，
青翠的棕椰树中车道宽广整齐。
出租司机今天很高兴，
这一时辰他挣了一周的收入。
他梦想搬到大厦里，桥的这一面
背靠蓝天大海以及金沙滩，
风景独好。
而我们的愿望简单得像透明空气，
踩在软软的沙滩上，什么也不想，
什么也不做，让海风随意牵着我们的衣角。
我们的镜头逐着自然的神魅，
大海张开她洁白的裙裾，
一次次拥我们入怀，
头发湿了，镜头湿了，
笑容也湿了。
我们成了一条条晶亮的鱼，
跳跃在朵朵浪花中。
可我不可以是一天到晚游来游去
的鱼，四小时之后，我们只能告别，
进入白鲸的腹地。
我留念桥的这一边，留念大海，
留念浪花的自由。
那些被厚玻璃与大海阻隔的千百种生命，
那些摆放在橱窗中精致的钻戒，
在川流不息的游客中不动声色，
成为带不走的风景，
这些被囚牢的文明
美得心碎，默然中
我仿佛听到大海潮起潮落的叹息。
Still two huge holes
surrounded by wood fence.
Still countless people stop by,
heads bowed, fingers crossing.
Inside, permanent monuments printed;
outside, names upon names are recalled.
Still, they lie without response.
Unsettled, we cross the path
and move on.
从一个起点到另一个起点，
相爱的人总不忘两件行李。
大的一件不断打开又阖上，
小的却不敢轻易去翻触。
现在你带着这两件行李，
安检的门打开，又关上，
没有谁能了解在危急关头，
它们比救生衣更重要。
你把大的打开，把小的，连同你
一起装进去。
就像你后花园那只爬行的蜗牛。
你想象如果没有这些行李，
你会象不断蜕皮的蛇，
痛苦着锐变和遗憾。
那些说起点就是终点的，
没有你幸运，
每一次出发，他们忘了自己
也可以拥有两件行李。
那些不愿去旅行的，
没有你的勇气。
每一次面对，他们只能把梦
托付给别人。
对发生的和没有发生的，
人生永远是个变数，
你的旅程是一个个起点，
你像当年那小女孩一样
紧紧拽着它们，
走过一程又一程。
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