English: Caused by classroom demands, I re-picked up this melody. Meanwhile, again, I re-picked up a fragment of warm memory dreamed in my heart-sea, in which I felt about the changing of seasons from summer to autumn, was working hard with my learning and exercises of this tune, and was waiting my mother's coming in an accommodation of Newcastle. Oh, see those photos, I was also travelling to some beautiful corners of Newcastle, with a small statue carved with little bear's mother and himself who were cooking a big cake ... beside a Oven and in a warm house?... almost... just as my mother's coming then and that autumn to winter.

This melody was stored in a deep part of my heart-sea's melodies-list. To be honest, I used to be able to play out a real feeling of Seasons-switching, in which you can hear the fall of a piece of snow-flower, and then spring was coming, while summer, autumn, and sometime in a warm house watching winter's coming outside the window... I even wrote them down in my manuscript that somewhere should be like... However, currently, I had no so many delicate moods to express them out, while, no so good hands' conditions as before... In fearing about lost, I re-picked them up in time. Though in terms of seasons' changing, no one clearly know whether it's because of a 'recovered' witch lady's contributive jobs passing by, or seasons' objective willing. Here, it's really like a switch initiatively or passively on or off. You could ask a master level cartoon composer Joe Hisaishi and this movie (Wikipedia introductions: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joe_Hisaishi; https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kiki%27s_Delivery_Service). In my stories, it's a natural magic never fallen. Thanks for this opportunity to play for you with those photography fragments of my memory!

Jason M. C., Han (d) 16:02, 10 June 2018 (UTC)