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Golden moment

It is a winter Sunday afternoon. I have three hours for myself during my son’s music rehearsal. It is cold and heavy cloudy cover most of the sky. My heart longs for a warm place, maybe a corner with sunshine, or maybe a cup of hot tea. But where can I find it? I have no idea.

The Story of a Japanese-china Dish

My family used to have a beautiful china dish. Nobody ever told me it was a Japanese dish until one day I found the difference of words on the bottom. All dishes in my home had the word “China” except this one.

Little thing in memory

7:55am, the first bell rang; 8:00am, the second bell rang. Living next door to local element school, the school bell became the clock of my life. 7:55am, left home; 8:00am, reached the newspaper stand in front of my office building.