No war in Afghanistan.
Economic
recovering.
Greener
earth.
…
I
didn’t make a Christmas wish ever, neither a wish especially made on (for?)
birthday. Well, sometime, may be a
new year wish probably, in order to give myself seemingly a new chance to start
on – because for me to make all the three wishes are quite bothering: my
birthday is in November; Christmas is in December; New Year is of course in
January. Don’t forget there’re
still more to come – Chinese New Year usually in February, Easter in March…
I let myself to
have a holiday of about a week.
The definition of a holiday for me is not to practice. In this holiday I went to places where
I usually don’t have the chance to go.
I
went to the Peak for a performance.
That was a windy foggy day on the Peak and we have to play some silly
stuff with our sticky frozen hands. I could see my bow, as well as others’,
swell, due to the high humidity, to the point that the wood part of the bow
touches the strings. A group of
something like VIP was sitting in the first role, shaking in the cold wind with
the whole orchestra, hanging some hardly maintained smiles on their faces,
celebrating the whatever times anniversary of the district’s festival, which
aims at promoting and rising the district’s cultural atmosphere.
To
win the coming election.
I
went to a ball which full of doctors, high ranking government officials and
‘upper class’ people. We have to
play some dance music for these people.
People came out and dance after their meal, or chatting, or anything,
and gave some applause after each song. Very fake. This
was not the first time I join this kind of performance, but this was surly the
one I feel worse. “Why should I
play here? What should I play for? To whom am I playing for?” Haha.
Horse
races always, dances always.
I
went to a primary school’s Christmas service. I haven’t seen such a big gang of kids for a long time. They very much reminded me the
Christmas I had when I was small.
I’ve played some pieces for them and they all seemed excited. Their teachers were Christians. They made use of this opportunity to
bring the Good News to the kids and it could be clearly seen that the kids are
so pure hearted.
Christmas
presents from parents.
More children
believe in God.
I
went to a carol singing in a jail.
That is a women’s jail. There’re
there because they’re illegal immigrants, drug dealers, etc. Any kinds of communicational devices,
food and drinks, money, etc, are not allowed to be brought into the guarding
areas. People there are totally
isolated from the outside world – well, that’s the true meaning of staying
behind bars. I thought there would
be a very scary place with scary people.
While we entered and settled, we hear the girls chatting, laughing,
shouting out of the window – ‘Merry Christmas!’ to us. They sometimes do have their own time
there. While we were singing, some
of them even leaning on the window to listen. I’m sure our songs, as well as our prayers, are not wasted,
but rather, are some little blessing in this dessert.
Freedom.
I
went back to my home, reading my music, and listening to Arthur Grumiaux’s
recording. Suddenly I remember
this is the 365th day after my homepage’s birthday.
…
I
have never been having so many pieces in hand. I’m quite discouraged as I really feel helpless – my techniques
can’t allow me to finish all the pieces before the deadlines that are so
closely coming. I took up my
violin, tried to put it on my shoulder.
No. I put it down, hung it,
and ready to cry. I put it on my
desk, kneeled down and pray. I
want peace.