“Where other people keep diaries in which they record their momentary feelings, etc, Schubert simply kept sheets of music by him and confided his changing moods to them; and his soul being steeped in music, he put down notes when another man would resort to words.”
– Robert Schumann, letter to to Friedrich Wieck, 1829
昨天我室友的妈妈从北京远道而至。我和室友是小学同学，所以阿姨打13年前就没再见过我。10年前我去区加拿大了，一直生活在国外。阿姨见到我说，没变！一看还一北京姑娘。
我心里美滋儿滋儿的。
就是一点，阿姨今晨很早就起来开始收拾房子，打扫卫生，场面十分壮观。看上去还是时差没倒过来。
我还是比较想多睡一会儿的..
I’d like to, as stupefying of a proclamation (perhaps shameless too) as it is, get to know just about everything about: Bach, Beethoven, Schubert, Brahms. If we must talk about the goals of human life, I think this can be already a rather substantial one.
I’ve always thought that there’s much of a similarity between Chinese romanticism and Germanic romanticism (up until… perhaps even the Expressionists). But recently, I’m not quite sure if it’s just a similarity between my own idea of romanticism (“idea” is perhaps misleading; I don’t think we can form, logically, an “idea” about something like romanticism) and Germanic romanticism.
Why do I even begin to tear when I read the text of the very last stanza of the first song Gute Nacht from “Winterreise”.
Will dich im Traum nicht stören,
Wär schad’ um deine Ruh’.
Sollst meinen Tritt nicht hören -
Sacht, sacht die Türe zu !
Schreib im Vorübergehen
Ans Tor dir: Gute Nacht,
Damit du mögest sehen,
An dich hab’ ich gedacht.
Today, I woke up with such joy!
For the first time in a long time, I felt excited about the day ahead of me. (not that there’s anything special going on today.) I am so thankful for being where I am, with whoever I met, doing what I love. So thankful for being alive, healthy, loved.
All because of this enormous force, being, God who lives, and lives with me every day of my life.
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God hath not promised skies always blue,
Flower-strewn pathways all our lives through;
God hath not promised sun without rain,
Joy without sorrow, peace without pain.
God hath not promised we shall not know
Toil and temptation, trouble and woe;
He hath not told us we shall not bear
Many a burden, many a care.
God hath not promised smooth roads and wide,
Swift, easy travel, needing no guide;
Never a mountain, rocky and steep,
Never a river, turbid and deep.
But God hath promised strength for the day,
Rest for the labor, light for the way,
Grace for the trials, help from above,
Unfailing sympathy, undying love.
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