Perhaps the last recital for Luna – at least in a while. Let’s make the best of this.

p.s. if you are interested in the concert, let me know asap and I can reserve you a comp ticket.

我记得小时候我的老师严肃地警告我好几次：不要选择音乐作为专业，很苦，真的。

最近妈去荷兰了。我一天练琴午夜回到家胳膊酸腿脚累，还得拎起饭锅做饭，我终于开始明白当初老师的一番苦心了。老妈不在，她让我周末帮她给花浇点水 – 我这一属猪的脑袋一直记不得。今天上午演完出很累，就打算回家，终于有心把家里三天没洗的碗给刷了，屋子给收拾了，花儿浇上了水。初春黄昏的薄雾里透过来的柔和的阳光照到那些绿色的叶子里，我突然感到，这些这么简单的东西这么美，我突然开始理解并且欣赏妈妈。我总是说她只顾工作学习，从来没时间做些陶冶情操的事情。

原来自己一直都特别不会欣赏别人并体谅别人。

前天我在《约翰 克里斯朵夫》里读到一段，很想分享。

“失败可以锻炼一般优秀的人物；它跳出一批心灵，把纯洁的和强壮的放在一边，使它们变得更纯洁更强壮；但它把其它的心灵加速它的堕落，或是斩断它们飞跃的力量。”

摘自： 七 卢内，第二部

或许分割我们的并不是“优秀”与否，或许只要我们去选择勇敢并真诚地走下去，我们都是那些“纯洁和强壮“的心灵。分享给所有面对失败和困难的朋友，和自己。

It’s amazing the different kind of people you can meet on the planet earth.

It’s also amazing how much they can inspire you.

事儿一多，一天就变成了一个礼拜。如果有人在晚上问我白天做了什么，我就要目光迷茫地穿梭回时光隧道里寻找我失去的童年了。

昨天晚上演奏的时候发生了一些我经历过的无法预料的事情，于是完毕以后跟几个朋友出去喝了点酒。点了一杯长岛冰茶，和Drew同学面多面语速超快地聊了一堆。让我感到好多了。今年是我出奇与众不同的一年，很多事情我觉得都要一个“成年人”的身份去面对了。 很多事情发生 -很多让人气馁的事情发生，我们总是还要以勇气和信心去面对。我总是在这个时候赶到特别的庆幸，我简直拥有世界上最甜最可爱最酷的朋友！

但是我昨天晚上还是非常不想回家。妈去了荷兰，回到家我就一个人 – 虽然平常我是非常非常喜欢一个人住的。Drew同学就问，你需不需要一个R-rated escort? 我说，成，但你得给我做饭，我饿死了。他说，哦那就算了吧。哈哈。

我总是睡不着。于是我凌晨2点半决定起来去厨房热一块pizza，抓了一听V8, 开了电视看了一部很嗳味的电影的一部分，我估计女主角要自杀了，我就把电视关了回屋睡觉。很自在。

有的时候，你把你的所有都赌出去了，并不说明你一定会赢。但是，你一定要去赌。这是生命赐给我们的美丽。

I told one of my girlfriends that I take tango lessons now, and she was so convinced that I go there “to pick up men”.

I tell her that I prefer it when I am dancing with someone, he would just dance and not talk non-stop. Because I’d like to feel what he wants with his body, not his words. Then, my friend rolls her eyes at me and gives out smirk.

Why?

It had lead me to realize that our society now lacks so much beautiful in mystery, elegance and grace. Everything seems to be about the most downright blatant sex. Sex, sex, sex. You tell someone you go take tango lessons, they think you go there to find people to have sex with. You tell someone you go see a movie with a friend from the opposite sex, they think that’s the person you are going to have sex with. You tell someone you go grocery shopping, they think you are going to find someone to have sex with, for crying out loud.

You go clubbing, your eyes catch another human body which you define as “sexy”, and you have sex with him/her to satisfy your “basic instinct”. Is it just me or it sounds much like grocery shopping? You pick up the red, supple, round apple and you go home and eat it and enjoy it for a while, then it’s gone. That’s it.

And it seems like this is the “norm” in our society. But really, our society has such bad taste.

I think anything has to do directly with sex is not sexy at all. Like, sex itself. Like, a pair of revealing, protruding breasts, or a behind that is bound so tightly in a pair of tights walking around on the street. But something that hides, but at the same time so subtle and quiet, that leads the thoughts and the interest of exploring more – more of the infinity of beauty, perhaps? – something that doesn’t (necessarily) lead to sex but lures and calls out to you and enchants. That is sexy.

Sometimes I find myself devoured by this sensuality. In this sensuality you really come to appreciate a person’s beauty (partially anyway, for I’m not advocating beauty by pure physical appearance or action, of course), be it a man or woman. – which is why I enjoy tango so much.