我搭上11点20的地铁

穿梭于冬天北京城市的夜晚

回到我的小房间

打开那温暖的台灯

忽然想起朴树的第一张唱片《我去2000年》

那张震撼我心灵的唱片

记得在唱片内页他说道他的9W台灯

夜晚   窗下的台灯   温暖的光  和人

挺孤单的一个画面

画中人坐在台灯旁

漫无精心地拨动着吉他上的琴弦

窗外已经飘起了白雪

来到这个梦一样的城市

我是否还是像以前一样孤独

幸运  离我有多远

小小的音乐王国在缓缓的建起

可有时忧伤总离我不远

是否在思念着某个人

寻找记忆的深处

没有发现具体的影像

你为何而来

忧伤

是否想把我带到另一个世界

有没有答案

窗外的雪还在继续的下着

画中的人睡着在吉他旁

忘了关他那蓝色的台灯

是去厨房烧一壶开水

然后泡一杯热茶

带着我的吉他

坐在阳台上

让初冬温暖的阳光在我的琴弦上

舞蹈

十一月的第一天凌晨开始下起了雪

比我们预想中都早了许多

有时我会放着电影《天使爱美丽》的原声音乐

看着窗外的雪景

随着手风琴、弦乐和钢琴那些来自法国

的旋律

浮想联翩

驱散这初冬的寒意

亲爱的朋友们

原谅我没有把首演的消息告诉大家

对！我的乐队已经开始在北京演出了

到目前为止已经演了两场

发现自己并没有原来想的那么兴奋

会告诉每一个朋友

反而不想让朋友们知道

也许有太多的担心

总体两场演出下来还是不错的

第一场大家自我感觉都非常不错

第二场我真的是被气坏了

这都是好事

辞掉了工作

享受着这难得的悠闲时光

弹琴、听音乐、写歌

努力地把一些新歌的编曲做完

期待着下一次演出的到来

一年多了

来到北京

时间过得真快

像一次冒险

充满了惊奇

似乎成为了一个遥远的记忆

在梦中

她也离得好远好远

留下来是一堆忧伤的梦境

和歌

尘封在远古的深处

So fucking tired.

挣扎啊！

从来没有过这种感觉

最近工作倒非常轻松

而自己不想上班的感觉却是那么强烈

来到这个城市也快一年了

自己想干的事情还要更多的努力

而工作？

太多的问号。

好倦

想睡觉

已经两个月了

乐队成员？

折磨人啊

今天  我离开了那个学校

心理空荡荡的

本以为我会非常兴奋

但我却感到非常伤感

最恨的是 不能跟我那帮孩子们 说声

再见

太多深刻的没有说声再见 的 再见

回想这一年多的许多画面

他们黑漆漆的大眼睛

天真 纯洁 的表情

看我的眼神

其实这一年多来并不是我在教他们

而是他们在教我怎么样去体验生命的

精彩

希望他们永远不要长大！

汗！！！！！！！！！！！！

幸好没有什么大事

还进了局子！

吓我一身冷汗！

上个月的事儿

发了张广告招女歌手

结果有一个  也只有一个

非常个性的北京女孩给我发了email

喜欢摇滚！会弹钢琴！还能写歌！

把我乐坏了！

不过最让我高兴的是

她的声音非常适合我小唱片的感觉

于是我们合作了

目前录了两首大歌

在合作中

我们度过非常愉快的时光

虽然我们两个都不是开朗的人

并檫出了火花

一起合作共同写了一首歌的歌词

她还给我的吉他 话筒 风扇

取名为 小红 小黑 小紫

小唱片正在进行中

一个小小的心愿不久将会完成

    One day my boss told me that I could take six days off. So I decided to go to Beijing visiting my friends and looking for my memory of Beijing.I bought the ticket and told two of my close friends that I was planning to go to Beijing. One of them said I could stay in his place.

    May 3rd when I had finished my work, I carried my bag and took a taxi to the train station. I couldn't believe I was about to go back to Beijing when I was standing in the hall of Guilin Train Station. It was like a dream.

    19:20 P.M. the train departed. It wasn't pleasant journey. I had to sit on the seat nearly 29 hours. During the time, there were two men who tried to grab my half seat and they succeed. Maybe because of the holiday, the train was crowded. A lot of people couldn't buy the tickets for seats. They could only buy the tickets for standing. I saw a very young mom holding her little baby and sitting on her stool in the aisle. I felt sad and that made me think a lot of about life. For those people maybe I was lucky.

    May 4th 11: 40 P.M. I arrived at my friend's flat. Two of them had been waiting for me. When I entered the room, XiaoYu, one of my close friends, said: "Come, have a drink!" I threw my bag immediately. Three of us were holding the glasses, they said: "Welcome back to Beijing!"

    Later we had a little party. I brought the demos of my home making album, which I haven't finished to them. They listened to it and said no bad, but they preferred to my new songs that I played to them after that. XiaoYu said it's been a long time! Haven't heard this kind of music that could make him feel so peaceful! He used an English word to describe it, pure! I guess he really likes those songs. Two of them always support me, encourage me and they are always nice to me. They are just like my brothers. That night we were drinking beer and whisky, talking music and life. Sometimes they talked about business, market that I don't understand at all. Then I realized "I am in Beijing now!"

    May 5th. I planned to see the university I used to live and study. Two of my roommates who I haven't seen for four years said that they would meet me at that university. At noon I arrived first and I said I would be waiting at the gym. After a while, one of them, "fat boy", we call him, had arrived. He was scanning the crowd and couldn't find me. Just then, he saw a guy who was smiling at him and he thought "Is this guy?' Finally he recognized me. He said: " I can't nearly recognize you. You used to be having long hair." I said happily: " me too. You're fatter." "And you're thinner." So we kept talking, walking. A few minutes later, I met the other roommate. We had lunch together in the dinning hall four. That university has 8 big dinning halls. And now all of them are not as the same as they used to be. They are much modern and nicer.

    "Do you remember that guy?" "Do you know how has he been?" "Oh, he is working for…?" We had a long lunch. After lunch, we were walking on the campus and

looking for our memories. On of my roommates said:" It's just like that all the things happened yesterday." And I agreed with him.

    That day I felt I was in a dream and we just kept walking, talking, looking and laughing. I just enjoyed all the memories with them, sunshine and friendship.

    May 6th. It was an amazing day.
 
    At noon I went to see a girl who I can talk about poetry and literature with. We had lunch together and had a very nice conversation. She told me that she is getting married. I saw her happy facial expression and I felt so happy for her. After lunch she had to go back to work, so I planned to walk around. I got on the metro heading to Wang Fu Jing walking street. I like that place. I used to go there several times. Later I was there again, but I couldn't find the feeling I used to have. Anyway I just kept walking and taking pictures. Just then I was at the front door of Foreign Language bookstore. CD shops and bookstores, two kind of places I really like to go inside and take a look. It's a very nice place, quiet. I enjoyed walking, looking in there, even though I didn't have any specific books I wanted. I just scanned that great number of different books.

    A western guy was talking to a shop assistant. He tried to find some English studying books for his Chinese friend. I could tell they had a tiny problem of communication. So I went toward him and said: "Sorry to bother you, maybe I could help." Then we had a little conversation. I said the books which he was holding are good, good for the beginner of Chinese students who want to learn English." I asked him if he is French, because I could tell from his accent. He said yes. I also told him about myself, an English teacher, on my vacation… Before we said goodbye, he thanked for the help. After that I went the top of floor and bought a Chinese rock album, then I left that bookstore.

    I got on the subway, decided to go to Tiananmen Square. I wanted to check National Museum, but unfortunately when I got there, I saw some solders were cleaning the square. The tourists were forced to leave the square. Two of western tourists still wanted to go there, but the solders didn't allow. They wanted to know why, but the solders couldn't let them understand. So I thought it was my show time. I translated that the solders wanted to tell them. "They said they have a activity." They also wondered what kind of the activity, they were curious. Then I translated again, "Foreign government officers come."

    After that, one of them was kind to me. So we had a 7 or 8 minutes conversation. They told me that they had been here for only two days. They were from the U.S America. "It is very hard to find someone who can speak English." They said. They were very interested in some old Chinese building. They pointed at it and asked me what it was. I told them that was an old Chinese city gate. They also asked me something, but I couldn't understand. Then I realized I have to keep practicing my English.

    8 P.M. I got back to my friend's flat and we had dinner together. He said: "Let's go to a concert today." So we went.

    When we arrived at a bar, which is called "Jiangjinjiu", I saw two western people sat in front of the bar and played their music. I felt so exciting and couldn't wait to go inside, but my friend was taking pictures of me. I said: " Hurry up, Hurry up!" That day was Wednesday, so my friend said I was so lucky, because if we went at weekends, we wouldn't get any changes to get inside. That bar is too small, but we got two seats though that night. When those two musicians took a break, I went toward them talking with them. They are from Australia. “My first foreign English teacher is Australian and He is very nice to me. We still keep in touch!” “That’s why you can speak such a good English!” They said proudly.  They were so nice to me and I told them about my songs and my dreams. I also sang my songs to them.

     The most surprising thing is that the leader singer, Jane, her great-grandma was Chinese. That night we had a wonderful time together. Ian, one of them gave me his email address. My friend who can only speak a little English also joined the conversation. He said to Ian: “He is the best!” He put his hand on my shoulder, “You can become his music teacher and teach him to write good songs…” and Ian said: “I can give advice, hahahaha.” We had a long conversation and later we took some pictures altogether. I had never been so happy and exciting. I also could tell my friend from his facial expression, he was happy and exciting too.

    When the concert was over, my friend decided to take me to another bar. Which usually has some Jazz concert. Unfortunately there was no concert that night. Anyway my friend took me some photos in front of the bar which is called  "East shore."

    What an amazing day!

    May 7th. It was a great day too. I went to see a friend who used to be my guitarist. We haven't seen each other for four years. After that I became a tourist again. I was walking on the old clock tower street. I found a lot of interesting shops; things and I took a great number of photos.

   In the evening I went back to my friend's apartment. We had a little concert. My friend and I were drinking beer and playing some old Chinese romantic songs, which both of us love, but to be honest, that was the worst concert you've ever seen. During the playing, we made a lot of mistakes, forgot the chords and something like that. But we enjoyed ourselves! We felt so happy and so glad to be together playing some music again. I shot our singing and playing. (I keep the video and saw it a lot of times when I got back. That made me not feels so lonely).

    That night we were just singing, laughing and drinking. Later, we were talking about music, dreams, life, reality, poetry, philosophy, love, and girls.I said: "I am weak!" "I know" he said, "You're just like a simply boy who lives in his romantic dreams. French girls would like you." Yeah, I was so happy to hear that.

  So my days in Beijing were over and I would always remember those days.