Here’s a poem about wine by William Butler Yeats, an Irish poet.

Wine comes in at the mouth

And love comes in at the eye;

That’s all we shall know for truth

Before we grow old and die.

I lift the glass to my mouth,

I look at you, and I sigh.

I’ve heard a saying – wine is born for women. At my age of 21, I’ve only drunk wine twice – once with my mom on her 46th birthday, the other at NAPA valley for a drinking test. From then on, I believed in the saying.

It has something to do with the color – red, which represents fascination and passion. At the first sight of a structured wine, it’s like a young girl who doesn’t have much experience in life. The light could come through the red color in the bottle. As the wine stays longer, the color goes darker, just as girls start to absorb all the sadness and happiness.

For the first time I tasted wine, I was sitting at a round table with my mother on her 46th birthday. She held a glass in the left hand. I could clearly remember the reflection of the red color on her face because the light flashed back. She was telling me all the hardships that she went through starting from her twenties. Because of that special moment, I grew to know a women, with a bottle of wine.

A shot of wine bar at Beringe, Napa Valley, California, on August, 2012.

The second time, I visited the Beringer wine cellar in Napa Valley, California. I saw hundreds of barrels lying underground. I was amazed. When asked to make a drinking test, I couldn’t even tell how it is different from the previous wine I’ve tasted. In a different environment, the taste and feeling, all changed. The longer the barrels lie down, the better the wine could be. Suddenly it reminded of the lyric: How many roads must a man walk down before you call him a man? The same to wine, how long must a barrel lies down before you call it wine?

Isn’t it interesting?


WAKE UP, Chinese people!

People make protests to show their objection by words or action. That’s the case in Iran where people show anger towards the anti-Islamic film, in China where people against Japan’s purchase of Diaoyu Islands, and else wherever people feel irritable with the government action.

In China, I haven’t seen people being so angry until news came that Japan purchased Diaoyu Islands. Tracking the source of anger, it’s due to not just the current islands conflict, but also the historical origin – Japan’s invasion into China during World War II. There’s a deeply-rooted hatred lying in the mind of Chinese people, especially for the elder generation.

In response to Japan’s purchase, Chinese people rally together across the nation to demonstrate on streets, burn Japanese cars, destroy Japanese properties, etc. They hate everything related to JAPAN. Protest crazily upgraded into violence. But what does that bring about? Success? NO! We are hurting our own Chinese people, we are smashing our own humanity conscience, and we are turning into monsters, while these acts do tiny help to address the conflict.

Here’s a short story:

Jianli Li, 51, met the demonstration while driving in his Japanese car on Sep. 15, 2012. The demonstrators destroyed his car, and more seriously, his head got hit by a U-shape iron lock. His wife begged the demonstrators by saying: “Buying this car cost us years of saving. Don’t do that to us! ” But that does no help. After being sent to the hospital, Li was in a coma for three days.


See what has been done? The islands conflict brings nationalism and patriotism. Everyone has their rights to demonstrate their anger, but not in this way. We don’t have rights to hurt others, and to damage other’s property. We should never blind ourselves with stupid patriotism. Refusing to buy Japanese products means less free trade and economic slowdown. Smashing Japanese cars means extra money are needed to repair, or even to buy a new car. Let’s do things in a smarter way.

Hey, guys! We are hurting more!