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行！咱English Bay 扭琴 李秀
日予掩咧，青草咧走揣地面的伴。花蕊予佻弄到倒西歪，仔舞到嗖嗖叫，四界是新的柔。做了瑜珈（YOGA）三步：喘入、禁、吐，个早起想欲一个花，迎接的新奇，但是花蕊滑溜溜位手跋落；想欲唱一首歌，抒散台囤的工作力，但是嘴舌仔雄雄打，歌消失天界彼粒久久出面的石。因汝日就想欲去本咱束好，到English Bay海扭琴的。
母的，位就恁姐弟的身上。五是的起，我就予汝始接音。
「啥物我琴？」著汝五的小手，欲去老的所在琴，汝按呢。
「我的！汝是老母藏心甘底的望。我是少女的，彼欲展的花蕊，普普仔我的心。有一日，汝我青春的身放，像天光前的一片光。汝的生命溪水停偎我的港口，汝的喘是我暝日的焦，汝的候成我的起起落落。然，我的符，就是汝的旋律。」
自按呢，莫扎特、多芬、柴可夫斯基是咱母囝交流的。汝嘛已著生活的歹流，正是美章的料。是啊，心的旋律，往往是位坎坎坷坷的心爆出。
有一冬，汝著世界大先生的，接受的，汝嘛自然家己的琴，是位母的腹肚就始矣。喜偎倚港口，彼个生命的溪流，其尾日夜航中，往的河流，勇猛泅向大海。但是等汝有能力家已帆的，是航向「店管理」参原初主修的音是完全仝的潮流。股雄雄冲的倒流，到岸的景全然失色。暝深人的台，我流著目屎敲予咧美波士音院的汝的阿姐，分母的望，干靠伊完成矣。
彼个暗暝朦朦渺渺中，有一寡物件看像幻影定著。我只有等待天光的刻，我彼个注目的焦倒。感上天，我醒起的，伊披著身的彩虹，金光笑咪咪向母拽手拍招呼。
窗仔拍，日照入，汝位瑞士出，位一个生份的吹一爽的春天息。原音店管理，一仔都突，而且是互相成。
我的心向是野的一匹，只是参空容允我胡狂奔。此我已汝的世界意踅。有一遍咱作伙去美旅行，就予我感受著汝的遮，享受著彼片奔的世界。汝阮予恁用上好的，大了後汝嘛欲予阮用上好的。我享受的不但(m-nā)是比佛利山五粒星的豪店，嘛到踏著滇的土地，像琴子起的音。
阿姐初初做人的老母，予人美的束。我想廿冬後，伊嘛参我仝款，游走回的溪流中，歌唱生命的延。罔，此毛已翻白，不而，有的是咧花子。我有一粒向望的心情，接受血汗孕育的幼芽，伊即伸出一大片的青色和，予我拍心的窗舒爽。
2000年的夏日正中，母仔囝散步温哥Burrard Bridge，抱著English Bay的海，看整个Downtown Vancouver以及Granville Island之的参帆船。一向曝日，若遇到赤炎炎的日bih，款作常予汝笑。但是此我喜面，因日下汝活力十足。步行中的面容心咧解旦即(ta-chiah)了的《牧羊少年的奇幻旅行 The Alchemist》的故事，相互一个西班牙牧羊人的奇遇。方一个神秘金字塔的所在藏有奇妙的物，的路程中，罔，老早就揣着料算的金，但是著任，伊嘛是前。
等peh山海，除的困到目的了後，是啥物。？bē用得！路草中所的痛苦快才是重嘛是所的「物」。行按怎知影有抑是？个寓言像有予汝一仔提示。人生路其嘛不了、快、健康参富等等的四步。
著日走外，不掀快的箱。家己的度底，因工作的咱倒若作伙。情是快的源，情、友情法度求，干情因血的（你血予人嘛是血），我珍惜而且硬硬掠咧欲放。嘛是因家已情的思慕才行作路。我的理念是情可，但是情的值愈限。我汝的老父心接受少年人的思考方式，密的才袂因理念的仝生距。另外我真，身体若健康，就少日後恁的。
你知影？密的人的影，1950年代哈佛大做一个查，126个生参父母的，以及35年後遮的生的身。果，参感情袂和的生中，有百分之九十一有重的病，包括高血、十二指、酒狂；参父母感情好，特是参母有良性互的生，干百分之四十有似的病症。款的象示童年的，影日後的健康。
好玄是本性，若小小的幼芽位小蕊puh出，就予我一路喜袂煞，像个路面青翠起，是我一向的；大海的，就算落雨天抑是大日嘛直直行危。我海的程度，予汝不按呢，母有可能前出世是海王的查母囝。毛由白，但是年的本色然存在，有足的喘力参意的汝仝步旅程中造新奇、探索新的天地。是我幸福？抑是你掠牢共同享受天之？因汝毋免像大利的一个歌手南迪，因母早早身，有名了後四十冬伊到每一个所在演唱，十字架参伊母的相片。伊伊的成就是受母的影，每句的歌含母伊的保庇，伊欲歌唱出母的孺慕，予每一个天涯的浪子位旅程中感念母的慈。
喜汝像老母赫精情的偎靠，病？毋是！心念是尖利的，它某一就永袂踅走。此，我已做人的阿，但是嘛常中走揣的慈，然生死若十冬，暗著想的彼粒心照常。
人往生的人像秋日片的恬，在生的人像夏日花蕊的。下上重要，夏日的花向心情拽手，咱母仔囝用餐Davie Street常大排的希餐。配酒、菜、参服生的有汝的。生活的以前是我教你，即汝引我。地球是的，生命程嘛是款！但是有仔我恁的天真的形影。
「汝感阮可，是因汝控制。」敢是按呢？想像力富，但是我m-bat想。有可能位生命血汗所的，特叫人刻骨心吧。靠明亮的大窗仔，一爿哺食神王希的餐食，一爿欣加拿大北美洲有大溶（Multitude Pot）特色的多彩人往往。日光像璀璨的琉璃倒，但是像台的日歹鬼鬼
「老母有步，毋日曝矣。」
「按呢温柔的日，莫怪西洋人曝日。」
插白人中，家己色的皮感怪怪，不止是生活上、言嘛完全仝，太平洋的日，也暝日倒，遮真正是一个生疏的度，但是有汝的路相伴，然生份是真加安心。我即刻想著泰戈（Rabindranath Tagore1861-1941）的「英雄」，中後外的日，心澎湃想起欲首：
母！汝想咱咧旅行，一个生份危的土。汝坐一底，我著一匹，汝的身咧走。是昏的，日已落山矣，拉地希的荒山野地灰暗展面前。大地是一片的加荒。汝始惶了，想著毋知咱走到啥物所在阿。我汝，母！要，有我遮
阿，阿，竟然出感的目屎。目屎我上意的人泰戈捌行的痕。
个度汝像仔落水，甚至少眠感假期的延。汝家己虐肚，但是家庭是慷慨大路；台工了後真拍告，汝按呢就算袂阮的身，阮嘛看到汝；若有小可成就喜参一家口分享汝的光，但是遇著序是毋敢予阮知影，序大人（修正）。厝的人的搭心，戚朋友慕。干礁老父袂旅行，就干我享受。老父嘛按呢表示，有个囝仔伊老母蹉跎，伊就放心了。
「我毋敢向同事我是参老母作伙出旅行。」
「啥物？」旦即欲一尾的手雄雄吊半空中。
「汝目看，敢有像咱款的合？」
，大部份是的人，者就是全家伙仔，或者是少年人的聚。但是情情阿，汝看彼爿就有一快自在的母囝？干礁in的年大概比咱少廿吧。
「汝袂感我款年是陪人蹉跎才？」
然！然！汝的生命少年，汝的道路，汝一口喘lim食阮予汝的，就身走阮了。汝有汝的，汝有汝的伴，若阮作伴，若心思想到阮，要！阮就自然，老年刻有工去算去的日子，共手失去的物件不心疼痛。流河流唱的歌就流去位，破所有的堤防。但是港口留原的所在思念航的船仔。泰戈中的如今像汝浪走的形影，我常共花牢心，但是花的刺刺疼我身。
「老母，我即搭船去Granville Island菜，汝好好店看、作、，等我煮汝食的菜，好？」
甜蜜四序坐The Landis Hotel & Suite的玻璃桌仔，提出汝位香港予我的炭始素描，一爿等著我的服生推出佳。原汝是我生上熠完美的作品，我按呢心意足出我的心。
「、才是我家己培出的。」啊！矣，汝像青翠俊的大埋土的根：「我的挺拔汝啥物吧。」
管好天抑是落雨天，管汝疑母是毋是照人，或者是有法度煮出好食的菜。其尾我嘛是保存原有的歌港口守，向望三不五起的的波浪，予伊一帆泅向美好的未。我了解上天恩威交接人：「我你，所以汝；我治汝，所以害汝。」
我抱著清的，予我唱清明的歌曲，享受清芳的日子。比如咱两人被邀台仔，汝音我文，母囝分享予人。人生旅途的舞台，我坐，你一，踅的四。光明或者暗的交替，干情的密才映宇宙的天，相互永的印。
散去矣，日露出微微仔光，是你心心念念的好候。！我你提琴，汝家己提，像年仝款。走！咱English Bay扭琴！
Let’s go and play music by English Bay
I want to sing a melody, to relieve stored up domestic working pressure, but my tongue is suddenly knotted. The sun is obstructed by the dark cloud that catches it. The maple leaves happily whirl and dance with great energy in the breeze. The sky fills with fresh hazy air beautifully, gently. After yoga, I want to arrange a garland to greet the marvelous adventure of a foreign morning, but the fantastic flowers are difficult to decorate. The singing sound of a violin makes the sun vanish, now unwilling to beam with joy on the horizon. You, my son, say that without sunlight, you do not have any desire to play the violin at English Bay. My dear, it was our agreement - why do you break it so easily?
I have enjoyed music very much since my childhood and expected you and your sister to study piano and violin. The age of five years old is the best time to start music education, and I wanted you to connect with melody as young as possible.
“Why should I practice violin?”
“You were hidden in my heart as its desire, my darling, you were in the dolls of my childhood’s games; and when I made the image with clay I made and unmade you then.
“Ever since girlhood, my heart has been opening its petals and preparing for you. One day, you were in my youthful arms, like a glow in the sky before the sunrise. The river of your life anchors in my harbor. Your breath is my dedicated focus day after day. Each of your emotions brings me up and down. Certainly, my notes are your melody.”
Therefore Mozart, Beethoven, Tchaikovsky are the bridges linking us. In a television interview, you also admit that your musical talent started from my pregnancy. Joyfully you walk through life, escorted by the Sun and the Moon, toward a broader future. When you have the ability to control your own life, you switch to hotel management which is a totally different direction from music. This adverse current crashes into the shore and the beautiful scenery fades away. Angry tears stream down my face. I call your sister at the Boston Conservatory to tell her about her mother’s unfinished dream.
In that unclear deep dark night, I see many illusory and puzzling images. I wait for the sunrise, wait for my focal point. When I wake up, he is already dressed with the rainbow in the dawn light and waves to his mother.
Yes, the window opens, the sunlight arrives, you return from study in Switzerland. It feels like a sudden cool spring breath from a hot unknown island. Music and hotel management apparently do not conflict, but complement each other. From now on I’ll find more pleasure in all your abilities.
My spirit is like a wild horse, but my age is not. Now, I am able to recognize your hotel expertise. Last year, we traveled to Los Angeles. You say that when you were little, we educated you well. Now that you have grown up, you want to do the same for us. At that moment, not only do I enjoy staying at the Regent Beverly Hills, but I also hear a song like a hill stream among its pebbles.
Your sister just became a mother. She is tied up in the gorgeous fetters of a marriage. Twenty years from now, she will also sing of life as a circling brook. Although my hair is gray, I will have love unceasing, blossoming and bearing fruit. I am in a glorious mood to accept your efforts to help and support me.
In the year 2000 on a summer afternoon, we are walking on Burrard Bridge. We embrace the sea breeze of the English Bay and look out toward the downtown Vancouver skyline and sailing boats. You always tease me that I worry too much about exposure to sunlight. At that moment I accept the fact joyfully because under the sunlight you are so energetic.
While we are walking together on the bridge, you describe the book you have just read as your handsome reddish face gets tanned from the sunshine.
The Alchemist is a Spanish shepherd’s story of his travel. It is a fable concerning a treasure located in a remote mystical pyramid. In spite of quickly obtaining wealth, the shepherd continues his journey. Finally, he achieves his goal after he has completed many puzzling and arduous tasks. Actually, he also discovers many things which he had not known before. Following the painful path often results in finding treasure. Without actually attempting it, how can we know if we can achieve our goal or not? This fable seems to give you some enlightenment. What completes life? It is actually nothing more than four steps: love, joyfulness, health and wealth.
Walking in the sunlight in the foreign land with you, I often open this cheerful box and enjoy it. In our country, because we have our own careers, we do not meet often. I believe that blood relationships form the strongest bonds. You tease me that if you donate your blood to a friend that is also a blood relationship. Although romantic love is valuable, the blood relationship is totally the strongest. Therefore, I always hold onto blood relationships tightly. Your father and I are modestly trying to catch up with the new generation’s thinking, so that our communication will not be too different. I also keep myself in good shape and eat healthily in order to reduce your burden when I get older.
Do you know the effects of having an intimate relationship? According to a study by Harvard University, 91% of people get serious health warnings when having trouble with parents. These include hypertension, duodenal ulcers, excessive drinking and so on. On the other hand, only 40% of people have the same problems when they have a good relationship with their parents. This shows that one’s relationship with parents in childhood is linked to future health conditions.
Even though there are many wrinkles around my face, my heart stays youthful allowing me to follow your steps and explorations of the new world. Is that my understanding of happiness? Or do you know how to retain family happiness? You do not need to be like an Italian singer whose mother died early, so that once he became famous, he always carried his mother’s picture when traveling. He said his success was affected by his mother. Each song contained his mother’s influence. He wanted to express his music so that it reflected his mother’s love.
I am so relieved that you are not like me who has always been too devoted to the memories of my parents. Is that morbid? No! The mind is so sharp that it sticks at every point and cannot move because the ongoing importance in my life of remembering the love of my parents. Now, in spite of becoming a grandparent, I often think about my own parents’ benevolent countenances in dreams. Even though they passed away decades ago, in my deepest heart, I can still feel the bitterness of their loss.
Life is like beautiful summer flowers and death is like autumn leaves. Yes, at the present time, the most important thing is that summer beckons with its magnificent floral display setting the mood. Now, after a long wait in line, we are dining at a popular Greek restaurant on Davie Street, selecting wines, ordering food and interacting with our waiter; these things relate to your profession. I taught you life and etiquette when you were a child, whereas now you teach me western manners. The earth is round and so is life. But sometimes I still prefer your naive manner as a child.
“You feel we were more lovable when we were kids, but that is because we were controllable!”
Really! You needn’t have said that. I don’t agree with you.
Sitting by the window, not only do I enjoy the Greek meal, but I also enjoy watching the melting pot of Canada walk by. What a big multi-cultural country!
Despite the strong sunlight, it is not as hot and strong as Taiwan’s.
“Mother is already used to the sun’s exposure,” you said.
“The sunlight is so gentle here that no wonder Westerners enjoy it so much,” I responded.
I am a yellow-skinned woman among whites. Not only is the language totally different, but also day and night are inverted. This really is an unfamiliar nation. Fortunately, having your company, my son, I feel I am in a comfortable environment here, although it is a strange land. I extemporaneously recite Rabindranath Tagore’s poem “The Hero”,
Mother, let us imagine we are traveling, and passing through a strange and dangerous country. You are riding in a palanquin and I am trotting by you on a red horse. It is evening and the sun goes down. The waste of Joradighi lies wan and grey before us. The land is desolate and barren; you are frightened and thinking you do not know where we are. I say to you, mother! Do not be afraid, you have me here…
I am moved to tears. I am touched by and beyond Tagore’s words all the time.
Living in this country, my son, you are like a fish that swims in water by yourself. You shorten your sleeping time in order to extend your vacation.
“I don’t feel comfortable letting my colleagues know that I am traveling with my mother.”
“Why?” I was surprised as I was enjoying the dinner.
“Look around, there is no such combination like us in the restaurant.”
I respond with no words. Yes, here there are only couples or group of friends gathered together.
“Don’t you think that it would be more “reasonable” for me to have this kind of romantic dinner with my lover?”
Sure! Sure! Young is your life, your path long and you drink the love we bring you and then you turn and run away from us. You have your play and your playmates. What harm is there if you have no time or thought for us? We, indeed, have leisure enough in old age to count the days that are past, to cherish them in our hearts. What our hands have lost forever…. Now I can see you are running like the red horse in Tagore’s poem.
“Mom, I am going to take a boat to Granville Island to buy your favorite foods. You stay in the hotel and do whatever you want. When I come back I will cook a 4-course dinner for you.”
I enjoy doing my painting in the Landis Hotel, waiting for my personal chef to cook for me.
“Oh, yes, you are the most gorgeous work I have even made!”
“Really? I don’t think so. My temperament and the talent are not from you. You gave me nothing.”
Come on, you seem like the grown green pine talking to its root; “I am tall and strong, but it is nothing related to you.”
I seem to remember God said to people, “I love you, therefore I punish you; I heal you, therefore I hurt you.”
Whether the sky is clear or cloudy, you are always thinking that a mother should be looking after others or cooking several delicious foods. As a matter of fact, I still understand the harbor’s melody; this song of mind will wind its music around you, my child, like the fond arms of love.
I always take pleasure within my limited time with you and your sister. I play piano, accompanying your sister’s cello and your violin. Enjoying music with you both is such a treat for me.
A few years ago, we were invited to share our experiences at a golf club in Taiwan. Your topic was music and mine was literature. In real life, I sit in the sedan chair and you ride the red horse around the palanquin. Whether it passes through brightness or darkness, I believe that only you, my dear, can shine like the universe eternally.
The dark cloud gradually disperses; the sun reveals itself with a smile. It is good weather, which you like. I bring the violin; you carry the music, like we did many years ago when you were a child.
Let’s go and play music by English Bay!
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