Durham for Christmas
ZealWill be in Colchester on 6-8th January... May see the Colchesterians around?
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Enoch ChengNewest
Tangshan, my TangshanWithout a doubt, Tangshan is mine.Tangshan, my Tangshan
Ten years ago, I was a 23 year old young man who carried a portable pressurized antiseptic container, wore a pair of leather shoes and a white apron and laboured among the shocking ruins. I had not realised that life had granted me this land of heroism and tragedy, no, not until now, when I return and depart again. This time, I discover that Tangshan and I are now inseparable.
Not long ago, my friend and I saw a book entitled ‘Today in World History’ in a bookstore. I do not know why, but I took it from the shelf immediately, and, almost subconsciously, I flipped to that page. Indee
by ~knightofgarter
The ViolinistThe case was uncovered. A hand stroked the bow, gently, mildly. He picked up the bow with great caution Like a warrior with his favourite sword-The Violinist
He relies on it, he cares for it, And he lives with it.
He looked at the violin- No, he was looking back at the past. Reminiscing, wondering, murmuring, He shook his head, suddenly. With a kiss, He drew it out.
He started to play A Largo- a slow, grave piece Like a mountain, Withstanding the tremendous pressure of the sky, Witnessing the numerous changes of the earth, Withholding the e
by ~knightofgarter
Flowers. Lovers. Butterflies.Butterflies. Flowers. (by Enoch Cheng, inspired by Wai-man Wong)Flowers. Lovers. Butterflies.
I plant some roses,
and water them
with tears.
Why do you leave
without telling me?
Answer me!
In your last letter you sent me
by ~knightofgarter
A Song from the Border 'I'A Song from the Border, by Wang Han, translated by knightofgarterA Song from the Border 'I'
We drink From our luminous glasses: Our best wine.
Yet dash! For the Trumpet! Trumpet!
Trumpet calls !
Slaughtered! Lay and rest in peace
On the battlefield…
Please don't laugh... Who has ever returned From a war?
by ~knightofgarter
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The EndThe dead awake. The sleeping rise. The fatal trumpet blasts the skies. In dazzling white the Lord descends, And all of his creation ends.The End
The quick and dead view him with fear, As each thought, word, and deed, is clear; No secrets undiscovered stay, Nor space, nor worlds; nor time, nor day.
To heaven or hell each soul must fly - Each body quakes; no eye is dry, That sees the glory of the Lamb Of God, great I AM THAT I AM.
The universe trembles in awe And yields to its Creator's law; The day has come, it is today That all t
by ~dasliedvondererde
MelancholiaYou don't notice the unclouded sky overhead When you wish you were happy, or sleeping, or dead! When, surrounded by friends, you are still quite alone, And you'd rather shed tears in a room on your own; When there's nothing to save you from being so sad; You're not ready to be, if you e'er will be, glad. You can not try by thinking to cheer yourself up, Though you'd let none else drink from so bitter a cup: When your soul is divided between hope and fear, In your mind (not your heart) all is gloomy and drear!Melancholia
(Wednesday, 7th June, 2006.)
by ~dasliedvondererde
Music, a roundelayO Music, sent down from celestial spheres,Music, a roundelay
Thou sound of heaven that soothest mortal ears,
To which a man might listen ev’ry day,
And, in so doing, waste his life away,
Fain would I hear thee!
O Music, thou that quellest human fears,
O thou, that bearest heaven to him that hears,
Thou sound divine, without which man is naught,
Expressive thou of ev’ry human thought,
Fain would I hear thee!
(Spring,2005. [Tuesday, 19th, or Wednesday, 20th, April, 2005.])
by ~dasliedvondererde
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- Interests: Organ, Economics, History, Translation, Football, Rugby, Assassinations
- Favourite movie: The Big Fish, The Pianist, Finding Neverland
- Favourite band or musician: J.S. Bach, G. Handel, J. Strauss
- Favourite genre of music: Classical (Baroque above others), Country, Folk
- Favourite artist: J. Constable, C. Monet, P-A. Renoir
- Favourite poet or writer: Rabindranath Tagore, Wisława Szymborska, Fyodor Dosteovsky
- Favourite style of art: Impressionism
- Favourite game: Anything to do with city-building, or with a good story line with accurate history facts
- Favourite cartoon character: Brain
- Tools of the Trade: My Brain and my blood.
- Website: http://www.xanga.com/historicusenoch
- MSN: cheng_wing_hong@hotmail.com
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I'll spend a day to catch a moment, and it won't bother me at all...
Can you point out some great places to visit near York? I am planning to take my sister to there!
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"Honi soit qui mal y pense"
"shame upon him who thinks evil of it"
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Lol I'll ask my Mum for some cool places around York.
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I'll spend a day to catch a moment, and it won't bother me at all...
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The future belies your preconceptions...
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Want to share part of the plunder?
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