Monday, May 20, 2013

an ancient love song: she lives beyond the water


--==在水一方==--
琼瑶词
林家庆曲

绿草苍苍,白雾茫茫,
Grass, green and misty; white fog unfolds,
有位佳人,在水一方.
A sweet maiden, lives beyond the water.


绿草萋萋,白雾迷离,
Grass, green and sad, white fog blinds me,
有位佳人,靠水而居.
A sweet maiden, lives by the water.

我愿逆流而上,
I would go up stream,  
依偎在她身旁.
Be close by her side,
无奈前有险滩,
Yet, swifts lie ahead,
道路又远又长.
Road long and far.


我愿顺流而下,
I would go down streams
找寻她的方向.
Seek her out
却见伊仿佛,
Suddenly, I see her,
她在水的中央.
In the middle of the lake,
there she stands.

我愿逆流而上,
I would go up streams,
与她轻言细语.
Whisper to her,
无奈前有险滩,
Yet, swifts lie ahead,
道路曲折无已.
Road twists and turns.

我愿顺流而下,
I would go down streams,
找寻她的足迹.
Seek her out,
却见仿佛依稀,
SuddenlyI see her
她在水中伫立.
stands in the middle of the lake.

绿草苍苍,白雾茫茫,
Green grass wet and sad, white fog unfolds
有位佳人,在水一方.
A sweet maiden, lives beyond the water.



whispers from the waves: China weekend, Fort Lauderdale May 2013


Whispers from the waves
Carried over by the winds

Leaving Fort Lauderdale, I feel as open and remote, as an expanse of blue sky and water with a few pale grey clouds. Those are the picture of my moods, grey being my sadness that I had to leave.  Travelling thousands of miles away from China, and we met as if we said goodbye only yesterday.  Where are those 40 years gone? 40 years were wiped out. We ran, and swam like kids again.  We know that our tune are “old golden girls”  Our skins are not as smooth and tight, our eyes and faces not as fresh and youthful. We were called grandpas and grandmas by the little swans. Yet with the swimming caps sporting red, blue and white,  the brigade of “grannies” are more youthful and lively . We appeared under the blue sky, flying our red star flags.  We jumped into water and beat the waves. We rocked and rolled, as we were kids.
Although we tried to be young, our knees are stiff and our hips are less sturdy. We still lined up, and gracefully asking the winds to send our greetings home, sporting the .synchronized swimming gestures.
However, the kids constantly remind us that we are grannies. To be called upon by our third generation to face our mortality is not a “low order”.  We faced our ages by jumping into the sea. And we realized 40 years did go by.
Fu Dajin called us the Granny team. The Reunion group organized  one Chinese team and the Americans another. Many China born Chinese had turned coats to join the American swimming team. In 1973, FINA drew the line in the water that we could not swim at the same time in the same pool.  Today, we did a rematch, to break that “charm”. Led by our national red star flag, and singing “song to the Athletes”, we marched in, exchanged gifts, totally enjoyed the unique meet. Helen got a big bonus by joining the most celebrated American team, being a diver and broke her record of slowest time in breast stroke. We were all for the slogan “ competition third, health first and friendship second.” A few of our old girls took the roles of referees with stop watches. Oh what fun it is to swim with the 76 year old Fu Dajin, and with Bruce next to him. Bruce gracefully, and slowly touched the end and slower than Fu Dajin, who had once been the fastest flying fish in Asian.  It is a real treat to see him swim, luckily the movie “ enter the water dragon” records a short footage of him swimming in his prime. Fu Dajin had his shoulder broken a few months ago, and pulled into the water by us. The slogan for us “oldies”, just to finish the lap and that was it. Helen was most confident that her modest goal would be fulfilled with flying colors.  She can’t be the first with old Olympic champions around. But it posed no problem if she wished to be the last. Which is the same as being the first.  The greatest challenge is not to compare oneself with others but with oneself. Feeling better than a moment ago  is the reward we get every moment down the road, and we can’t deprave ourselves of such gifts. China has old sayings in every thing thinkable and there is one for us to reflect” if you compare goods, you need to throw away the less perfect, if you compare people, the second to the first does not have a place in the world. Try to give everybody a place to feel not less but better. This is what age is teaching us. The world is not a breakfast for champions only. All the raindrops reflect sun. Everybody has his/her own place in the world, and individual road to travel. Upon this stage of our life, we need to have new reference, new comparisons . We have gained wisdom, which only age favors. We need to reflect on our own, be intimate with our own thoughts and reflections. Comparing oneself to others is better left to the young. Our life is going through our fingers quietly and steadily. Time runs through the hour glass structured by  our senses of or mortal body and our position in space like golden sand and those are our drops of joy and peaceful gratitude.
On the beach, swimmers carried a surfing board laden with fresh flowers, they walked slowly and solemnly towards the sea. This was the annual ceremony of remembering the swimming buddies who had passed away last year. They spread greetings and prayers  over the winds far and wide.
On the beach, Mr. Qi had generously donated 3,000 dollars for the cancer research.  Other Chinese also joined in and in return to their donation, they each got a gift—a floater which was designed by Bruce, to reduce fatality over the sea.  It immediately got a nickname as “fart following bug”. (not very elegant but the most welcome currency of Beijing style speechy expression)  One could put all the small bits in and held onto it when floating. The feel was comparable to holding your mistress No.2 or No.3. Very wavy sensations.
After the open sea swim, everybody went to the closing ceremony which was handled beautifully by Bruce’s beautiful wife and good boy son. On the big screen the documentary of 1973 was being shown while Helen invited all the volunteer members to come onto the stage.  Bruce bowed three times as the Boss of the Hall. Then more photo opps. Louise was busy twisting her tongue so she did not get a chance either taking photos or watching the show.  Please every participant; send your photos and stories to share with us.  You can find those published on Sina, many people are waiting.

The Hall Boss:Bruce Wigo



Bruce: the CEO of International Swimming Hall Of fame
He will not stop pushing the fully loaded “one wheel cart” until he can push no more

We call Bruce” hall boss”, which is a Beijing style term. It comes naturally from the linguistic economy that Chinese are famous for, to reduce every words to two syllables, or if possible, further to one.( For instance the word “food “ is corrupted to”foo”,economically drop “d”.  China born Chinese (cbc) mistress will happily tell you she can cook Chinfo, Amerifo, Italifo, Mesifo, and so if you eat their” foo”, make sure you don’t remain one (fool).Mr. Bruce’s name sounds like three syllables, so it is naturally reduced to Lao Bu, two syllables. This seems to have reduced the space, as well as historical distance of Chinese culture and American culture. The institutionalized system of inducting people into the Hall of fame remains me the ancient tradition in China to divine their emperors at TaiShan (the Tai mountain, supposedly to be the holy place for the first Chinese emperor ChinShihuang ). During the Han Dynasty, the great historian Si Maqian’s father lamented missing the chance to follow the Han emperor to Taishan for the ceremony. The father dictated to Si Maqian that he must become a historian in the royal court. The son promised his father “absolutely, absolutely, and absolutely”.  Si Maqian later suffered punishment of castration and dedicated all of his life to compile history. In his encyclopedia work, he included “divination” to his 8 volume book. In the classical book “Pilgrim To the West”, the monkey king and his three buddies escorted the Monk Tang to Indian and after returned to China, was inducted into the Hall of Fame as the “victory Buddha”. It bears out the common thread in both Chinese and American psychological buildup, that is the Hero worship.  To institutionalize Hero Worship is to provide the younger generation with role models and the youngster will be able to have some body to look up, imitate, and carry the tradition forward.  When striking early as a kid, one is able to focus and be fruitful in his/her pursuit in later years.  Middle age brings lot accomplishments and in sunset years, the old horse still wants to run, the old beauty still wants to shine. It is just being human. This is what Mr. Bruce, the Hall Boss is doing. Chinese has a long history of hero induction, but for the swimmers from China this year, they are on a higher stage, and into the bigger international family of aquatic sports. International Swimming Hall of Fame is truly the biggest family, with most comprehensive collections of the world.  LaoBu’s exhibition Hall is full of collections from all over the world. LaoBu is very sensitive to history, he goes everywhere with the mind of collection historical records, photos and memorabilia’s. He also writes profoundly on the history of aquatic sports. He confesses that the exhibit of Chinese history of aquatic sports has been the most challenging thing among all the projects he has ever handled. As soon as the project of Chinese Weekend started, he plunged himself into day and night grinding, spending many sleepless nights either working or worrying. To beat the deadlines, he worked long hours, burning midnight oil. It took him 5 months to swim from the first Chinese emperor hero who became legendary for controlling flood: the big fish, to 2012 London Olympic. He “collected every drop of water“, missing nothing in compiling and editing, struggling his way through Chinese literature and dedicated his entire attention to putting out this exhibition for the China weekend. It “shakes the egg York in the brainjust thinking of such a formidable task. It involves collecting, laying out, translation, going through articles of articles that the google translator help to create more mess than intelligence. LaoBu is not to be stopped. He is the tireless, resolute, Nothing No CanDo boss for this, and his dedication attracted and moved the Chinese volunteers and many of his Hall citizens to rally around him. He reminds us the Canadian doctor who went to China during the anti-japanese war period, who saved many Chinese soldiers’ lives and died of blood poisoning during his operation.  Chairman Mao in his eulogy said of this Canadian doctor that he came afar and dedicated his life to the Chinese liberation cause.’ LaoBu is also such an international figure that thousands of miles away in Fort Lauderdale had fell in love with the little known history of the Chinese legacy. What spirit is this? (quote Mao), this the international spirits. This is the spirits of the Hall of Fame.  Lousie, the Granny Lotus, was touched by his spirits and switched from Never work for him to Work for him anytime. Volunteers joined in one after another, a team of dedicated free lancers day and night, work hard, work the walk. Now LaoBu’s two syllable Chinese name has three more syllables added to it. Lao Bu Dang Bu Zhu
-the tireless, never stop BruceHe  started his story telling from the Big Fish, all the way running up to the last dynasty, and then to the Republic. He continues swimming all the way to New China and met bigger bumps, old boss met new issues (a set Chinese cultural revolution jargon). About this period of history, he could be said of knowing nothing, which is not an overstatement.  Let’s say he knows some but far from desirable .We encouraged him by not pushing this button and he just pushes the cart on. He dared himself jump into this open water of so much currents, swimming against the tide, a long march in the water. In the history of aquatic sports.  He is CEO, researcher, editor, writer, movie producer, host, he pushes the cart and it has not tipped over yet.  With LaoBu as our Task Master, the volunteers are touch and moved “as Mao said, the God is moved”. As a team, we gladly and willingly joined in. WE are in the same “pirate boat:, and there is nothing we care, but row ,rock and roll.”. Old photos came through the web, China’s water dragons are stirred, they came out of nap or cozy grandma and grandpa’s routine, to search their memories, and contribute. We write our own history, we write collectively as a team with LaoBu as our captain, tireless and farsighted, dedicated and warm, not to be deterred by anything. Ups and downs, just like floating in the water, he just pushes the cart. He was fascinated about the stories of Chinese mermaid and Wu Chuanyu, totally touched. He followed every lead and found Chen Gongcheng, Wu’s native friend Huang Hongjiu, and personally picked up the phone and talked to Huang, inviting him to the event.  LaoBu brought his beautiful wife and with flowers, met Huang at the airport .  LaoBu also interviewed Huang again before seeing Huang off to Holland. He was amazed with details about the history of Chinese aquatic sports.  To change a heart with a heart, he was able to put out a first class exhibit with its blue background that offset the precious photos and collectables. When entering the exhibit hall, Chinese participants were moved to tears by this heartfelt presentation. This is the most wonderful cooperation between LaoBu and his loyal Chinese team members. This a history for us, by us, and it is a dream coming true. It has been 60 years since the Chinese swimming team was organized in 1953. We have dreamed our way to Fort Lauderdale, and it is no longer a dream. When Mu had to bite his finger to see if it is a dream or reality, we all share such euphoria. We have worked our butts off for months. Now, we will meet, will see each other for the first time. We knew so well the speech, the voice, the tones and the style of all our volunteers, now we are going to look at each others’ faces. It is almost overwhelming. Many times we asked ourselves, now is our time, now the time is here. Is it true?  Is it real? Four days flew away in a blink of eye. I remembered one middle night, LaoBu asked me to help “put out some fire”. I entered his office for the first time. It was nothing like a CEO’s office, more like a wareroom, with things scattered everywhere.  He does not have expensive “boss suite. No marble desk top, no leather armchair. In his creative chaos, I pushed away piling clothes and dug a hole to land my butt in. He was doing the editing of the movie, a short form, and we discussed how we could do something really make everybody happy. He had a heavy heart when someone was not happy. He keyed in the subtitles and made copies and wrote in long hands letter of good will. I had worked with many Bosses, and CEOs. He has been the most hands-on boss, a handyman, a driverHe opened boxes, carried boxes on his shoulder, nailed in flyers, streamers, tried mic and DJed. When in emergency, he kept his cool. Almost 10 minutes before the big night ceremony, the translator still did not show up and we just had to go ahead, and we saved the night. He was on all the details. For  non profit organization, I used to have not so favorable comments. But LaoBu showed me how he worked and I saw it with my own eyes.  He does not have the CEO “fashion or style”. He did not surround him with “high-ended-ness”, Stuff spilled over the floor and table. Posters hung on the wall, an English translation of an old Japanese poem. His clothes hung on the long table, one sock looked lonely and tie lazy and tired. Middle nights, three kids were still working and came to talk to him.  If he was not a model himself, how he can have others follow his way? It is his personality and charming drive that had others willingly follow. LaoBu has been the chief designer, chief writer, chief in hosting, logistic support. He has worked as a tailor, a very skillful one with great taste, in bringing out the most beautiful artwork in this exhibit. 4 days flew away, 5 months flew away, 40 years flew away, 60 years flew away.  We could not blink fast enough to catch time, but the exhibit has frozen the most beautiful moment for us in the frame of May Fort Lauderdale, 2013.

LaoBu. Bruce, you push your cart as far and as fast as you wish, and we are on the sideline now, give a buzz, you find us.   

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

to my dear old friends in China's aquatic world



致友人
To my dear old friends

天上星星数不清                             stars countless
水中蛟龙皆英雄                             dragons enter the water
百年浪里敢击水                             going against tides
风里雨里并肩行                             through rain and snow

天高路远水清清                             long journey ahead
中华水军不了情                             our dreams still young
劳德代尔再聚首                             we meet again
平生壯志在高峰                             still with the same dream


lyrics "diving heroes" ----to the Chinese diving buddies



梦在星空:
Diving Heroes

中文及英文
Lyrics by Xiaoxiaooneperson
(潇潇伊人)

1:
Such blue ocean                 水碧蓝
Such blue sky                      天碧蓝
My dream flies                    我梦飞
Faraway and high              高又远
My heart so young             我曾少年
My dream so bright           我梦耀眼
Looking back                    猛回首
Hair turns white                 已白发容颜
Such memory of innocence           当年纯情
I hold dear and tight                      捧在胸前


2:
Standing high                      我站在
On that platform                  那高台
Heart racing                         魂欲惊
Reaching for the sk             可接天
Full of hope                         心中充满
Full of confidence              无限信念                
Stars are born                     群星现
Red flag bright                    看红旗耀眼
Such memory of glory                  辉煌当年
I hold dear and tight                      捧在心间

Chorus:                     合唱:
Remember that day                      不忘当年
Remember that flag                      国旗鲜艳
We held our hands                        你我手牵
We shed our tears together            热泪襟前
The same dream                             同一梦想
Carries us high                                送我云颠


Friday, November 30, 2012

Poems of November (4)


31.
The month of November
Clear sky a quiet heart to reflect
Cozy in its thoughts amber
Sees the world in all its ideas collect
A gate tower to command a pure vision
Resisting the fireplace temptation 

32.
Deep in December’s icy mockery
Green memories silently lament
Snowflakes across cemetery
Stir the frozen bones to secret torment
Water bands connect
Sun beams direct 

33.
Seasons follow their turn
Years pile up their weight
The end ends in a new tune
Which dies on an old date
As if never to suspire
Whatever so to require 

34.
Youth is a golden path to a young heart
Even in the desert far and dry
His dream a bright summer star
Shinning on the roses that never die
Heroes everywhere alike
Before the sun and moon, a flying kite 

35.
In fortune’s ever turning ball
He puts his trust in every draw
Whose luck it is nobody to tell
Out of blue fate may be a thrall
Before his luck of slim chance
He dares to take his stance 

36.
Hidden in caves of emotion
Bewildered to a confusion
From all the shades of communication
Abstracts an essential delusion
Genius of frustrated creativity
Breaks through to his insanity 

37.
See the hair turning white with me
The last of our best life yet to come
Lean over the walking stick to steady the knee
A life to have before to overcome
When final breath here a past
You and me up there to last

38.
Feeling perfectly merry
A spark to initiate a holy sympathy
Yin and Yang flow to marry
That mystery of elemental tendency
Rejoice the world is allied
Water and air blended

39.
From her curtained window
She commands age
With long shadows
Stone statues to emerge
Unhewn by fears and hopes
To erect on green slopes 

40.
Following the pendulum swings
A royal road stretches to an old oak tree
Broken limbs to wave away its pains
Bare fingers to point to a sky free
Rooted in its stubbornness
Change of season, its moodiness