The pure mountain, the wonderful family

Now they are back in Japan, the mom is showing the way, the dad is taking care of the child. Peacefully, they are living a wonderful, elegant life.

The sketch of the roses

At the end of last month, I made this oil painting, I tried to paint in this way, to feel it, but it's not as good as I wanted.

It is a long way

It is a long way to be mature. To know more, to control my temper, to be more caring and patient, to relax, to be more flexible...

When somebody has done something wrong, do I also make the same mistake? When somebody has done something good, what about me, can I do it better?

Try to breathe slowly, read more, and think more, the way is so long for me...

Cold winter begins

It has been snowing several days. On the third snowing day, I went outside to have a look around the town. Getting outside of the car, stretching my body in the windy snowing air, bingo, a photo was kept in the Camera.
The next day, I uploaded the photo into the my class forum, and also sent to my friends and students. Some of my friends said it seemed to be so cold from the photo; some of my students said " Teacher, in the picture you were not wearing as elegant as you were in China " Thanks to my students, elegant is exactly the life style I want, and it seems that I am losing it, how terrible!
How can the Christmas trees be so green, because they never give up to the cold winter. Why people love them so much, because they never accept to getting down, and they always trying the best to keep elegant that makes them so attractive.
Los, Los, Los, meine Freunde.

搞吧，搞吧，只要开心

还是继续画我的画，我还是以我
的风格，我还是用我的颜色来描绘这个多彩的世界！

A place in Bad Saulgau

At this time, it's so colourful in Bad Saulgau , yellow, orange, red, brown... and the last green, falling slowly down onto the ground. There are animals dancing or running in the sky. All of us are waiting for the new pure, cold winter... and there is an old grandpa coming from the sky with a lot of presents:)
Do you know where it is?

幻飞

蜡光交织，引蛾自灭；
思絮如沙，随风幻飞；
无酒自醉，灵魂不对；
进退何能，薄力求神；
五彩缤纷，苦求明灯；
长梯云痕，伤神心疼；
吾知也吾，何时起舞？

Candles flashing, insects killing;
Thought like sand, wind blows me again and again;
Drunken without wine, soul is what kind?

Free Calligraphy lessons

I plan to give free calligraphy lessons for beginners. If you are interested in calligraphy and Qigong, you can send me an E-mail (tonyline007@hotmail.com) about your situation and tell me why you want to learn it.
Because it is for free, and there's only me teaching calligraphy, meanwhile I would like to read and answer questions. So, when there are too many people, some people maybe have to wait until the next time.
When there are enough people, then we can decide a time to begin the lessons. I will give the lessons in English by E-mail. When you send the E-mail, please write down "Learning calligraphy" in the "Betreff". It is better to write in English or Chinese, when you write in German, please don't write too complicated : )

Wind dances with me

You push your power into our world
Every time, when you are dancing

Maybe, you are the king of the universe
No, you are not the king, a king can not be as strong as you
But I am sure you are something

Wind, please take me with your journey
I want to dance with you!

Greeting to the old lady

Today in the afternoon, We went outside to have a walk. It is a littble bit foggy. We walked along the little path infront of the hospital. There are many ducks in the small lake, so we spent a long time sitting there looking at the ducks and taking photos. The way how the duck TALK is very funny:) I could not help laughing every time when I heard them.
Later we left the small lake, just when we walked into the small path again, we saw an old lady sitting on the long wood chair. She saw my camera, so she asked me whether I want to take a photo from her. Sure, I was very happy. I took some pictures from her, and we talked a lot. She liked to share her story to us, I really forgot she was just a stranger. She looks between 75 to 80 years old, but a very friendly and healthy woman, and she is very sunny with a warm heart. Really, I don't know why, but I would like to communicate more with the old people, especially now I am far away from my parents. At the end, I asked her if it's possible I paint her, she agreed at once, and also asked me to write down it is a 92 year old lady in my painting.
Greetings to this old lady, I am sure will paint you. I have found the beautiful rhythm from you.

What is the basic of art

What is art? The traditional meaning of art is a kind of elegant technique.
What Is art? For the normal art, we define it in terms of the good, truth, and especially beauty.
Writing and painting, they have a lot in common; Painting and singing, they have a lot in common too. So, what do they have in common? Beauty, this is the answer.
You know, noise is not music, at least it can not be art. So, if the painting only has noise to our eyes, it is also not art, even though it may be very meaningful.
Some people think, when there are many brush traces, then it is a good painting, because ' it is complicate ' As a good painter, he always try to find elegant way to paint the complicated things, the fact is that, it will be more work, but at the end, when the painting is ready, it will be much more better, at least it will be not so complicate (difficult) for people to see.
Can you feel the people who can write very well, or can you feel people who can dance very well? What is inside them? It is the beautiful rhythm. So, it is the same in a painting, a good painter is always trying to use the best beautiful rhythm to outline the shape, to paint everything, ... unless he wants to paint the shit. But if the painter can not recognize whether he is painting the shit or the beautiful rhythm, then it will be very terrible.
Once one of my students asked me to teach him painting, but his writing is really very terrible, so I told him: "First, you can try to write A, B, C, D...as well as you can, when you can control your writing, then we can talk about drawing and painting." was not so amused to hear that:" But, many painters they can not write very well, also they painted very rough, you see, some they only fulled the canvas with red colour, then they can sell them with a lots money. I think art is not only to paint real or elegant or meaningful. Otherwise, I think it does not mean that I can not paint what I want, then I can not be a painter...Ah, and you see, many expensive paintings they look very terrible and ugly, and even you don't know what are inside them" ... ...I answered:" In this case, you are already a painter now, you don't have to learn any more"
A good painting has the beautiful rhythm, a good painting can tell a story by itself. Sure, there is another kind of ' good painting', the painter painted the shit, but he made a good story to tell people how meaningful it is...
Here, please don't misunderstand, it does not mean that we can not change the shapes of the objects in our paintings, but try to make it in an elegant way. Creativities is very important, but first try to control your hands to paint what you want in an elegant way.
Painters, please work hard, we should not lie to the people. If you can not paint it well, if you can not paint it elegant, then do more practice, but don't try to laugh and stop the others. Remember, are you going to make the painting for your story, or are you only going to make a story for your painting?

To have some green

I have just finished this small oil painting a little moment ago, can not wait taking a photo of it to save in the computer : )
Just painted to cheer myself and say to myself: ' Have a nice day, my dear painter.'

Memory or dream...

This oil painting I have just finished today, the size is 80cm x 60cm. It is like a mixture with dream, memory, and reality. With this painting, I just want that, she, and even I and every one just take care of our bodies, please don't let the beauty disapear so quick. Try to love the nature more, and the nature will love you...

Waiting

25th this month is the traditional Chinese festival-The Mid-Autumn Day! All my friends, have a nice good day: )

My new painting

I had finished a new oil painting last night-------Ein Date zwischen Wagenhausen und Bolstern( A date between Wagenhausen and Bolstern), 80cm X 60cm. It is a place in Bad Saulgau.

My new paintings

The first is the town where I'm living-- Bad saulgau. Finished yesterday. It's a small but peaceful town. Our house is also in the painting, guess which? The name is Heimkehr ( going home)

The second is my first oil painting in the German local news paper: ) finished at the beginning of this month, about 70 x 105 cm.

Like a dream...

Every thing is like a dream...

The Misterious Girl

一九四五年的一天，北京某孤儿院里出现了一个神秘的女婴，没有人知道她的父母是谁。她孤独地长大，没有任何人与她来往。
In the year of 1945, one day, a new born baby appeared in one orphanage in Beijing, no one knew her parents. She was brought up there with lonelyness, no one communicated with her.
直到一九六三年的一天，她莫明其妙地爱上了一个流浪汉，情况才变得好起来。可是好景不长，不幸事件一个接一个的发生。首先，当她发现自己怀上了流浪汉的小 孩时，流浪汉却突然失踪了。其次，她在医院生小孩时，医生发现她是双性人，也就是说她同时具有男女性器官。为了挽救她的生命，医院给她做了变性手术，她变 成了他。最不幸的是，她刚刚生下的小女孩又被一个神秘的人给绑走了。这一连串的打击使他从此一蹶不振，最后流落到街头变成了一个无家可归的流浪汉。
Until the year of 1963, one day she fell in love with a tramp, her situation became better. But later, some miserable things was happening to her. First, the tramp disappeared suddenly when she had found that she was pregnant. Secondly, when she went to the hospital to prepair for her baby, doctors found that she was an androgyne, that means she had both penis and vagina. For the sack of her life, she got an operation-- she became a him. The most miserable thing to her was that her new born girl was taken away by a misterious man. Those series of terrible things broke him down and down, at last he became a tramp, god knew where was his home.
直到一九七八年的一天，他醉熏熏地走进了一个小酒吧，把他一身不幸的遭遇告诉了一个比他年长的酒吧伙计。酒吧伙计很同情他，主动提出帮他找到那个使‘他’怀孕而又失踪的流浪汉。唯一的条件是他必须参加伙计他们的‘时间旅行特种部队’。
In the year of 1978, one day, he entered a bar with drunk head telling a bar guy who was older than him about his miserable experiences. The bar guy was very sympathetic to him, and he suggested to help him to find the tramp who had made him pregnant. The only thing is that he had to join the bar guy's organization 'Time Travelling Army'
他们一起进了‘时间飞车’。飞车回到六三年时，伙计把流浪汉放了出去。流浪汉莫明其妙地爱上了一个孤儿院长大的姑娘，并使她怀了孕。伙计又乘‘时间飞车’ 前行九个多月，到医院抢走了刚刚出生的小女婴，并用‘时间飞车’把女婴带回到一九四五年，悄悄地把她放在北京某孤儿院里。然后再把稀里糊涂的流浪汉向前带 到了一九八五年，并且让他加入了他们的‘时间旅行特种部队’。
They entered the 'Time Bus'. When they had arrived the year of 1963, the bar guy sent him out of the bus. He saw a beautiful girl who was brought up from the orphanage, didn't know why, he fell in love with her and made her pregnant. Suddenly he remembered what he had to do, then he left her. He entered the time bus to the 9 months later, and broke into the hospital, where he found the new born girl. He took the baby and travelled with the time bus to the year of 1945, then he put the baby secrectly in one orphanage in Beijing. Feeling a kind of success, the bar guy took him with to the year of 1985, there he became a real member of the 'Time Travelling Army'.
流浪汉有了正式工作以后，生活走上了正轨。并逐渐地在特种部队里混到了相当不错的地位。有一次，为了完成一个特殊任务，上级派他飞回一九七八年，化装成酒吧伙计去拉一个流浪汉加入他们的特种部队 .
Since he had the job, his life became better again. He became more and more important in the organization. One day, his leader gave him a special mission. They sent him back to the year of 1978 in a bar. There he worked as a bar guy to help a tramp to join their special organization.

7 Habits

1 Fear
2 Hatred
3 Anger
4 Greed
5 Jealousy
6 Revenge
7 Superstition
All these above which I have too much?

1 Love
2 Sex
3 Hope
4 Faith
5 Sympathy
6 Optimism
7 Lolalty
All above thes seven items which I don't have enough?

Night whisper

Without your calling,
My wings are nothing,
Tell me,
I still can only look into the blue sky in how many mornings ?

I am your swan,
You are my hero,
The wind for my wings

Waiting for your calling,
Where's the bank,
there on your shoulder I want to land

Once murmuring I was crying,
Iced night made me lonely to die;
It's you, you came and held me to the sky,
so that I could see the star light

I am your swan,
You are my hero,
the wind for my wings;

I am your swan,
You are my lake,
waiting for my landing;

Waiting for your calling,
Where's the bank,
there on your shoulder I want to land

Gestern wir gehen swimmen

昨天游了一个下午，晒得很黑，不过很自我感觉很好，晒得很均匀:)
经过一夜的睡眠，被太阳晒过的头痛已经不存在了。
早上起来发现全身舒畅得有点散架:) 快感中带点酸疼。先休息一天吧，如果有心情的继续画画，但是明天如果天气好的话我一定会再去游泳的，这点决心我很确定。
几过好几次的湖却连句子都不记得，我真的很搞笑！下次吧，多记几次。

Cross the life

Wind come, wind go, for ever we are reading and listening to this old song;
Ordinary lives have come and gone, at least the one me I don't;
Baby what I am want is the truth;
More and more time has passed away, just feel that some one is so crude!
Who made me the feeling to mess my mood?
Crazy me waiting for an impossible truth;
Baby tell me why I am not sure......?

Half sweet

Wind blowing from the south, I just want to be alone walking near the sea;
Forgetting the time to come back, I am just chating with my friends making somebody miss me;

How tight you are holding my hands does not mean that I belong to you;
I have my own life, love is not being one all the time;

Insist half sweet to love, so that you never feel enough;
Just like in the cloud or frog, so that you never lose interest;

Insist half sweet to love, true love is not necessary to be together all the time;

Walking together is not easy, with some space and we both can breath;
So much sweet, not necessary to burn off at one time-- for you and me.

I want to fly, to fly freely... To feel the rhythm of the wave, to feel the taste of the sea...

This photo was taken on May, 8th, 2007, the only one with our classmates. It is a pity that not all of us were inside.
Sorry for leaving, recently I have no good mood for doing anything, everything in my head is, ah... in a mess...
Best wishes to all my classmates:)

Hello, every one

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