Faded Flower

Faded Flower

A flower with pleasant scent,
Desiccate in the hot sun,
Wither without rain,
A rare beauty in the plain.

A beautiful flower never dies,
Her fragrance only fades away,
Though her pedals look pale,
Vivid color still remains.

A Faded love never grows old,
Make a night glow,
Weather changing seasons,
Love without rhyme or reason.

BaKoGi

PuDong International Airport, Shanghai

The UA 836 flight to Chicago was delayed for 2 hours. I feel a kind of happy to fly back home, and I feel sad to leave China as there are a lot more to see and learn.

I could not go on blogger page and update during the trip. I did not know why. But, I will update when I get home.

See you.

First Night In Beijing

New Beijing International Airport

Our flight was delayed for 2 hours and a half at Washington DC, Dellus Airport. We finally landed to Beijing Airport just before 5 pm. We went through immigration counter and customs counter in order and took a monorail to claim our luggage. A thunderous rain welcomed us when we stepped out of Beijing airport. The traffic was heavy because of rain and 5 pm after office traffic. The guide brought us to a restaurant to have dinner. The guide helped us to check into Beijing Asia Hotel on Xinzhong Xijie Road.

Flying over Northpole Enroute to Beijing, China

Northpole can be seen from the window of our flight UA 897, from Washington DC, Dellus International Airport enrouth to Beijing, China.

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep By Mary Frye

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am the song that will never end.
I am the love of family and friend.
I am the child who has come to rest
In the arms of the Fatherwho knows him best.
When you see the sunset fair,
I am the scented evening air.
I am the joy of a task well done.
I am the glow of the setting sun.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!

Mary E. Frye (1904-2004)

香港艺人协会四川地震赈灾歌曲《承诺》现场版

An Upbraiding By Thomas Hardy

An Upbraiding

Now I am dead you sing to me
The Songs we used to know,
But while I lived you had no wish
Or care for doing so.

Now I am dead you come to me
In the moonlight, comfortless;
Ah, what would I have given alive
To win such tenderness!

When you are dead, and stand to me
Not differenced, as now,
But like again, will you be cold
As when we lived, or how?

Thomas Hardy

Love Of Home

Love of Home
My thoughts of kind
Home had jammed up
In my mind,
As the train sped up.

Left-by hazy mountains,
Paddy fields and green trees,
Coming along with the ever yearning,
Memories of my dear, thee.

The fresh wind,
Is not like in the downtown,
Caresses my face while my mind,
Drifted to my home town.

Many fields are full of green,
And filled with water,
Working farmers in the green,
As my longing thoughts nested in my heart center.

Though my feet walked out of home,
My heart remained at home.
Now, I deeply understand the love of home,
And home sweet home.

BaKoGi

(On the Express train between Bangkok and Hat Yai)

(On the 7th day leaving Burma for the first time)

For You

For You
Tick, tick, tick, tick and tick.....,
The clock struck ten.
Yet, you haven't back home,
My worries overwhelmed,
So tense in my heart,
Made me numb in all parts.

Walking up and down,
Feeling all were wrong.
Sipping and sipping strong tea,
Thinking it would make me glee.
But, insanity alone I did get.
For you, I didn't have a heart to neglect.

Watching the clock all the time.
Could not hear of its chime.
All my senses had lost.
I called you up again, God!
I was on top of the world,
When I heard your voice and words.

BaKoGi

President of Republic Of China, Ma Ying Jeou

Salute to President Ma Ying Jeou,

12th President of Republic of China.
Long live democracy. Long live Republic of China.

A new era has began.

Peace, Progress and Prosperity

Based on Honesty and Intergrity lead to

Greater Freedom and Democracy.

Taiwan, Are You Ready?

Are You Ready?
Friend, are you ready?
It’s May 19 already.
Tomorrow is going to be,
Celebration for you and me.

Friend, are you ready?
Ma Ying Jeou is going to be,
Consistent and persistent,
12th ROC President.

Friend, are you ready?
Economic woes to heal,
Unity for real,
Peace and Progress across the sea.

Friend, are you ready?
Taiwan, are you ready?
Tomorrow will be a new day.
Prosperity is on it's way.

BaKoGi

In Remembrance Of Victims

In Remembrance of the victims of

Burma Cyclone and China Earthquake

May Buddha Bless People of Burma and China.

Goodbye Ah Bian

Ah Bian can do this.
Ah Bian can do that.
Like a four years old kid,
Naming own name like an annoying spoilt brat.

Ah Bian can talk.
Ah Bian can walk.
Like a forty years old baby,
A tortoise shell without its body.

How would you answer your forefathers?
How would you answer to old soldiers,
Who fought a bloody war and sacrifice their families and lives?
Under the Strait, their remains were still laid.

How would you secure peace, security and prosperity?
Fight for a free and an equal Chinese society.
Demand Mainland be democratic.
Engage and negotiate without rhetoric.

Can Ah Bian be serious and visionary?
Ah Bian is for reversionary.
Divide and rule between Mainlanders and Islanders.
Once...our forefathers were Mainlanders.
For the present and future daughters and sons,
National father always be (Another Mainlander) Dr Sun Zhongshan.

BaKoGi

This is not going to be difficult to say goodbye to the most underperformed president and the corrupt president.

Please Donate for Victims of Cyclone Nargis in Myanmar (Burma)

Donate for Relief Cyclone in Myanmar by Mar Mar Aye

Please show your generosity spirit by making donations at the following organizations.

http://sasanamoli.blogspot.com/

http://www.mahasiusa.org/

Yet To Come

Yet To Come
When I close my eyes tonight,
I think of what we have; love.
That's so bright,
Like a diamond in the sky.

When I'm walking in the rain,
I think of you;
Who held my arm tightly,
Like you would never let me go.

When I'm feeling blue,
I think of you;
Who caressed me,
Like the wind.

When I behold the sunset,
I think of you;
Who kissed of the tears from my eyes,
As you whispered, this was not goodbye.

When you're out of my reach,
I think of you;
Who made my life worthwhile,
Like I never felt before.

But love, our best days are yet to come.
True love will last,
True love will shine,
To make our days again.

BaKoGi

Inspired by music of Smokie

Happy Birthday To Our Uncle Peter

Our beloved uncle Peter's (SuiSui) birthday will be tomorrow. May SuiSui be happy, healthy and peaceful year....and always. Happy Birthday, SuiSui.