Long Ago In China, Knot-makers Tied String

To Shut The Door At The End Of The Workday, Which Does Not Spill Over Into Evening. To Throw Away Books After Reading Them So Theydon't Have To Be Dusted. To Go Through Boxes On New Year's Eve And Throw Out Half Of What Is Inside. Sometimes For Extravagance To Pick A Bunch Of Flowers For The One Table. Other Women Besides Me Must Have This Daydream About A Carefree Life.

I'm So Proud That My Offspring Became A Musician. I'm Full Of Awe That We Are Able To Have A Whole Family Live The Life Of Artists.

Attraction Eludes Control So Stubbornly That Whole Societies Designed To Organize Relationships Among People Cannot Keep Order, Not Even When They Bind People To One Another From Childhood And Raise Them Together.

Reading Ngo Tu Lap's Poems, Terrible Nostalgia Wells Up In Me- Nostalgia For A Lost Time And A Far-gone Country, Nostalgia For People I've Loved, And For Creatures Of Forests And Rivers. I Feel Gratitude Too. War Is Over. Peace Arrives With These Beautiful Poems.

A Story Can Take You Through A Whole Process Of Searching, Seeking, Confronting, Through Conflicts, And Then To A Resolution. As The Storyteller And The Listener, We Go Through A Story Together.