The Phantom of Opera----a love seemingly ruinous but truly heartfelt

   The Phantom of Opera

   ---a love seemingly ruinous but truly heartfelt

    Yesterday, right in America, I was so lucky to get the chance to go to New York to see the live stage opera show, the Phantom of Opera.I am so deeply impressed and touched by it that I couldn't even get myself out of the story till now.

     I have watched the film of this story on line at home. I remember that I have been moved to tears and deeply immersed in it, though I forget all the details of the story except the love for the heroine from the phantom. Though, the story was once more presented before me on the stage yesterday, I was still ignorant of the accurate details and background of the story for the obscurity of the dialogues. However,I haven't consulted anything about the story so far, and I just want to take a record of the direct feelings the stage opera has brought me with the language incompletely being understood.

     People all thought the phantom was a ghost, who was malicious and evil. But in my understanding, the phantom was a man who was persecuted and biased by people. He was ugly and sinister, but so talented a genius in music. He fell in love with the heroine, possessive and dangerous, but strongly and devotedly! He was a real man who had never been cared and loved, but so thirsty for it! Does a man like him, living in the dark without any advantages as a social being, have no right to love or to be loved? Finally, he won a kiss from the heroine, which was such a great console to his soul that he let her and her lover go .

   
     Could you say his love is humble and selfish and meaningless? Could you say he has no right and need to be cared? Of course not! I am so touched by his words: " I love you... I love you..." which is echoing in the theater, bringing me to tears.

 

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Qinghai Lake

    In 1997, I got a chance to teach Chinese in Park University (I hope I am right for many years have gone!), and meanwhile, fortunately, I was admitted to studying Public Relation there with much scholarship. What an amazing opportunity it was for me to know the world and get enlarged. But life is just like a box of chocolate and you'll never know what is the next! I was denied the visa and I gave up finally.
    That year I was still young and had no much idea of what it really meant for a person to go outside and have a look and have a new perspective to look at the world.
    In my 40's, finally I could go here and there at home or abroad. In China, I have been to Qinghai Lake in Qinghai, Jiuzhaigou in Sichuan, Lijian and Shangri-la in Yunnnan, the grassland in Mongolia and so on. Traveling on these lands in China, I have become more in love with this nation which boats of  so much splendid and magnificent natural scenery of rivers, mountains, grasslands and highlands,etc. Often walking or standing in the nature, I could feel its largeness and vastness but how tiny a being the personal life is! Besides, these years I have been to India and some European countries, which, on the other hand, makes this world smaller to me.
    Right now, here I am in this small but cozy room located in Yale University in USA, the other side of China. On this land, I see people of different colors, appearances and languages, amazingly, all are amiable, friendly and gentle with smile on face, and what is more, all people here,including us, could make smooth communication and understand each other quite well in spite of the language barrier. All because, I think, we are brothers and sisters on this planet, though of different races.

Grassland of Mongolia

 

My Space in Yale

My Space in Yale

    The day I moved into Calhoun College in Yale was 27th, Jun. I share suite 11 of doorway J with a French lady, who teaches history in France. So unrealistically, I've got a room to stay in a place dreamed of by myself since childhood.

    The buildings constituting Calhoun residential college are formed in a circle with a beautiful grassland in the center. In the morning,the sunlight feels so soft and tender as if a mother touches you with her warm hands, and some students get up so early as to do some morning exercises, like playing Taiji, jogging or simply moving their bodies; In the evening, it is still as bright as a day at 8 pm, the evening sun glowing with its golden light set on walls of red bricks. We students from anywhere of the world are gathering in the courtyard, sitting at the table, in the chair or on the grass by groups, chatting and laughing.

    It is in peace and harmony. In it I am relaxed and feel at ease.