Prelude: The First Song in Heart
This is the third Mid-Autumn Festival since my stay in Germany, and I received a call from Wang Fei when I was still in work yesterday, Wang Fei is a student of the University of Munich, and she has been in Germany for relatively long time, though three years younger than me, she came to Germany two years earlier than me, and she is now a doctor of linguistics, and her German level is known by Chinese overseas students in Germany.
She called to invite me to take part in a Mid-Autumn party this evening.
“About seven or eight will be there, all girls, would you like to join in?” she said joyfully.
“Ok, I’ll go.”
“We’ll meet at the China Tower in the Britain Park, 9:00 p.m., don’t forget, the place appointed is the China Tower.” Wang Fei hung off the phone after finishing these words. And I am looking forward the coming of tonight the whole afternoon.
And we gather under the China Tower in the Britain Park at about 9:00 p.m. And the so-called China Tower in Chinese eyes is not with any Chinese characteristics at all, Chinese would think that it should to be a Thailand or Malaysia Tower or something else, and China has no tower like this. However, crowds of visits would come here to see what the China Tower is like and take photos, and the beer bars nearby has a much more prosperous business. Later, owners of beer bars set up tents beside the tower with wooden chairs and tables laid, and they even ask bands to give performances, and they sell their beer here.
But today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, a festival of Chinese, and it is not a weekend day, Muncheners don’t like night life, and it is already 9:00 p.m., and in China, it’s time for the whole family to be together, while now, there, under the China Tower, are full of serenities.
We are surrounded by trees, whose leaves are thick and in tufts, resembling clouds in the moon, and under the trees, there are carpet-like lawns and paths, and we can hear the muffled sounds of birds from time to times, if hearing carefully, we can even hear chatters of flowing water in Isar River not far away.
At this moment, this huge park only has us, several Chinese. And besides Wang Fei and Luo Li I only know a girl named Li Yuanli, who is the chairman of the Student Union. And we then introduce ourselves to each other.
“My name is Meng Xiaoyan(er), 23 years old, and I graduated from Spanish Department of Peking University, and I am studying International Finance here.” She was slim, with her soft and meek hair down to the shoulder, and her eyes and brows also seem vigorous, a girl hard to resist.
“My name is Guo Qing.” The woman speaking is around 35 years old, not good-looking at all, but kindness fills her face, which makes other easily accept her, “I’ve been here for 8 years, and I study here for post-doctor of math, and I’ll graduate soon.”
“My name is Jiang Shanshan, I came here with the disguise of studying, but actually, I’ve been working here and never had one class, I want to earn a lot of money, I’ve been here for three years during which I was earning mark at the cost of my youth, thus I do not want to be a proletariat after my return to China.” She seems like a fast woman, 25 or 26 years old, with a short hair, and she looks rather neat.