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When the Portuguese captain saw Taiwan for the first time, he could only shout "Ah! Formosa" ("Beautiful Island"). For the next four hundred years, Taiwan survived under the rule and authority of Portugal, Great Britain, Spain, Holland, Japan and China. Also, in the most recent past, Taiwan's environment and natural ecology have been badly treated, destroying what was a beautiful island and the environmental pollution has endangered the existence of all the lives in nature. "Ah! Formosa" describes this island that originally was an unusual paradise where birds sang on the breeze and inside the fragrant forest, butterfly and other animals cheered and jumped, trees are seen everywhere, big gardens with all kinds of flowers flourished, fish swam on the lakes and surrounding seas.

First Movement: One Bird Has Two Eyes

"One Bird Has Two Eyes" is a lovely children's song representing the lively and simple nature of Taiwanese children and the heart of the sincere and humble nature- worshipping Taiwanese. If we can see the world from a flower, then from the children's song "One Bird Has Two Eyes", we may hear the sound of nature and the heart of the local habitants.

Second Movement: Watermill

"Watermill" is a special scene in the early days of Taiwan when farmers stepped on the water mill to sing a country song. It is a bustling and beautiful scene which depicts Taiwanese working hard in the fields and children playing under the trees listening to the workers sing the lovely tune of the "Watermill".

Third Movement: "Our Beloved Formosa"

At the very beginning of "Our Beloved Formosa" the clouds of Ah-Li Mountain are rising slowly, lightly and elegantly, drifting to the top of this beautiful mountain. The whole movement describes beautiful mountains and seas of the Island of Taiwan with the clouds and water freely drifting in the air and above the land.

The lovely land is reflected by this warm, peaceful and harmonious song. "Our Beloved Formosa" calls, in its tenderly attachment, for the Taiwanese people to wake their long hidden passion and the deep love for their own land and resonates with an eager expectation for the future.

One Bird Has Two Eyes
One bird has two eyes, two feet are kicking.
With two wings to fly and one tail, one beak for pecking,
pecking the rice, pecking the corn!
Two birds have four eyes, four feet are kicking,......

Watermill

Whirling and whirling watermill,
whirling the water pouring out onto the fields.
Its head like the dragon, the body like a snake,
with the feet as a centipede.

Pumping and pumping, Wind-Drum is working,
with the head of tiger, the mouth of a lion,
and the belly like a spider.
Pumping, pumping the fresh air.

Our Beloved Formosa

Taiwan, our beloved Taiwan,
the sea around us is so vast, the mountains are so high,
so many different ships passing through the harbor,
visitors form far-off lands are all praise your spectacular beauty.
Sun-Moon Lake, Ah-Li San Mountain,
grasses and forests always so green
while storks fly over the water fields.
Wild birds rest on the back of buffaloes,
so wonderful and so beautiful.
the whole world praises you "Formosa", "Beautiful Island".


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The "White Stork Violin Concerto" is derived from a well-known Taiwanese children's folk song, and the white stork is known by children all around the world. The stork brings new life, and as an endangered species, it is a symbol of the danger that human beings face as we continue to deplete our environment.

Like the stork, the "White Stock Violin Concerto" music is simple. Storks always fly, eat and rest together. They are the visitors of rivers and small lakes, taking advantage of the beauty and plenty fullness of nature. The violin, throughout this song, makes a simple declaration, and like the stork, is continually singing and moving forward, flying to the highest peaks.

The Concerto itself expresses tears for the decline of life in nature and the resulting diminished hope and joy. In the end, the Cadenza is telling children, even under these circumstances, how these birds can still open their wings to access what is left as the best of nature.

¤j¦aªº©I³ê (¥xÆW¥ÁÁÁ¥æÅT¸Ö²Ä¤@¸¹) THE CALL FROM EARTH (TAIWAN FOLK SONG SYMPHONIC POEM NO. 1) Ämµ¹Áp¦X°ê Dedicated to the United Nations First Movement: Song of the Ploughman

For the past four hundred years, Taiwanese have shed their blood and sweat, laboring to plough and harvest. After the harvest, in the joyful ceremony to welcome the gods, the ploughmen offer song and dance. Among the delightful laughter and beautiful love songs, they describe the passion and jubilation in their hearts for their motherland. The Song of Ploughman narrates the musical theme, nourishing the ploughmens' unusual poise and spirit like the flowers that grow and the birds that sing on the beautiful island of Taiwan. The environment reflects the peaceful and optimistic character which is behind the hard working nature of the Taiwanese. They never forget to share their joy and gratitude to the land.

Second Movement: Song of the Cradle

In the Song of the Cradle, the charming, sweet and delicate lullaby, the Taiwanese describe their genuine and eager heart toward the motherland. The dreamlike fantasy of the second movement warmly and lovingly expresses the secret of Taiwan, the mother of the Taiwanese. Its name is -- "Formosa" -- "beautiful island".

Third Movement: Tune of Anticipation

The humorous and cheerful rhythm of the third movement tells of the Chinese ancestors of the Taiwanese, struggling and staking their lives to cross the black water ditch (the Taiwan Strait). At the end of the poem, the Taiwanese ancestors have safely landed on the island, to cultivate the land as pioneers through hardship, and then, to dance joyfully. This knowledge of their ancestors now encourages the Taiwanese to again struggle and stake their lives to gain back control over their fate and create a new society.

Song of the Ploughman
With the bamboo hat on my head
to shelter from the burning sun,
holding the plow in my hands
walking through the water rice field.

Oh my dear plow, working with me
all day under the scorching sun,
all my body sweating
we are working together to plow this harsh land.

Paddling the water-wheel with my feet
by the sluice gate,
holding the plow in my hands
at dawn when the sky is still gray.
O my dear plow, working with me,
the icy water pierces through my body in the early morning
we are toiling together to plow our own land.

Song of the Cradle

Rock by rock,
rocking my dear baby.
Baby is going to sleep
so fond of rocking close to me.

Tune of Anticipation

In my lottery box there are three lots, and
Taiwanese people want to choose their lot.
Being the slaves of dictatorship for three-hundred years,
we now are changing our fate!
Our fortunes are in our hands!
No time to wait to break through!


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THE DREAM JOURNEY OF THE LITTLE BALLOON

SCENE ONE -- A big city playground is covered with young grass and surrounded with bushes and a variety of flowers. The playground was built for children.

On a certain day, a little balloon is dreaming of a journey. On that morning, children in their school dress -- light yellow shirts and blue shorts and skirts crowd together on the meadow. They are playing and laughing. Each has a fine string in their hands and at the top of those strings are colorful balloons which dance in the wind in the rhythm of the hopping of the children. And at the same time, they are singing the song of "The Dream Journey of the Little Balloon".

Suddenly, as the wind is softly blowing, an orange balloon gets free from the hand of a child and floats up and up into the sky. At this moment, all of the children stop what they are doing and lift their eyes to look at the floating balloon. Some shout, "It's gone with the wind", and the child who has lost the balloon cries, "Don't go, my little balloon!" The little balloon pays no attention. Riding on the wind, the little balloon feels more and more comfortable, and pretends it is a bird now free from its cage. It flies and flies delightedly, like an angel with white wings, remarking how lovely the world is and looking forward to the journey he is about to make. This is the beginning of his dream.

Music: Overture

SCENE TWO -- The beginning of the journey.

Music: So Many Pretty Little Balloons


The Little Balloon flies away from the bustling playground, over a town and cultivated lands to a small garden fenced with bamboo filled with flowers and vegetables. Surprised to see the flowers and vegetables not grown in vases nor manufactured, a butterfly catches his attention, saying, "Hi, good morning." Her voice is like the sound of a silverbell.

Music: Song Of Good Morning The fair garden is visited by beautiful butterflies, making matches of pistils and stamens. The butterflies say to every flower "good morning", The butterflies say to the queen of the roses "good morning", The butterflies say to the fair orchid "good morning", The butterflies say to the pure water lily "good morning", The butterflies say to the sincere tulips "good morning", The butterflies say to the cute cherry blossoms "good morning", The butterflies say to the lilac, violet, peony, and chrysanthemum "good morning". The butterflies say to every flower "good morning"

As the Little Balloon is leaving the garden, he sees the gardener, shouldering a bar with two buckets. Bidding farewell to the garden, the butterflies and the gardener, the Little Balloon floats into the clear sky in the middle of a sunbeam shining through on the garden.

Music: Song of the Garden The small garden with brown soil. The small garden has many uses, it Can grow large trees and with red blossoms. From the early morning, the gardener is not afraid of the toil. He grows vegetables and sweet potatoes, With vegetable and sweet potatoes, life is rich..

A sudden gust of wind fills the air with the fragrance of flowers as it causes the Little Balloon to fly higher and higher. The Little Balloon is going toward an old pine tree on the hill. Its old beard-like thick leaves are mixed together. Several owls are sitting on the branches. Their tiny white, hat-like spots look like crumbs sticking on the grandfather pine's beard. This sight made the Little Balloon quite happy as he nods his head to the pine tree.

As the Little Balloon nears the foot of the hill, he sees a river winding its way like a long, long blue ribbon. The Little Balloon can smell the clean, sweet aroma coming from somewhere. Oh! young leaves are beginning to sprout out on the branches of trees. New grass is growing from the earth, and flower buds are gently waiving in the wind. The Little Balloon is happy with this landscape, and hails to the world that "Spring is coming".

Music: The Vision of Spring Spring has come, everywhere is green and fresh. Different colors are embellished on the banks of rivers and on the earth. Birds are singing their melodious songs. I imagine your fair cheeks, And dream of your sparkling eyes. The Spring has such charming qualifies, Splendid spring comes to our pleasing eyes.

The Little Balloon flies near the river. On the surface of the water, ripples are being made by fish. The Little Balloon sees rocks and sand under the crystal-clear water, in which schools of fish is leisurely swimming everywhere.

Music: Song of Little Fishes Fish, fish, swimming in water. Joyfully swimming to and fro. Feeding on plankton when hungry, Sleeping on rocks when weary. Being really free swimming in the river.

The Little Balloon slowly floats along the river to say hello to the fish. Then, a gust of wind brings the Little Balloon above a green field. He takes in the broad view of a rice field in front of him, spotting a strawman, with a long pole in his hands and dressed in a checkered coat, a straw hat and a red scarf. The Little Balloon calls to the strawman: "Hi, strawman, you have new clothes, haven't you? You looked so wonderful when you were dressed like a policeman" The strawman did not answer, exhibiting an air of complacency. The little balloon called again, "You should warn those sparrows that they should not to be too greedy!" The strawman keeps waving in the wind, seemly to say: "No problem!"

Meanwhile, there is singing about the "Strawman",

Narration, with the children Straw, straw, strawman, stained with mud, Neither afraid of wind, nor sun. Rising a pole to expel the skylark and the sparrow. Narration, with adults Strawman, strawman, standing guard under the sun, Not daunted by wind and rain. Just helping the rice to grow up. Strawman, strawman wrapped in a checkered coat, Driving out sparrows like a cop, Just helping the rice to grow up.

The Little Balloon took leave of the strawman and rice seedlings, coming to a hill where many cows were eating. A young cow is sucking the milk of its mother. The Little Balloon floats down to say hello to the young cow, who was frightened when he heard his voice having never seen a balloon before. Then the mother cow said, "Hi, are you alone? Where is your master?" "I left him to travel all around the world", said the Little Balloon, "and have made many friends". Just then, the wind began to blow and the Little Balloon had to say good-bye. "Very nice to meet you, you are so lucky to be able to play on this field."

Then the Little Balloon arrives at a square, where he can see children playing baseball in barefoot, hide and seek and other games. Some children are flying kites, almost reaching the constantly changing clouds.

Music: Fly a Kite Kite, kite, fly in the sky. Kite, kite, fly in the sky. Wind so strong, fly in the sky. When the wind stops, you fall to the ground. Wind blows, wind blows, in air the kites float.. Loosing the string, the kite flies higher. Holding tightly, it won't fall down, won't fall down.
Music: Hide and Seek Na-Dou Di-Dow Fleas and roaches A roach doesn't hide God Bless Puppets, Gii- Chu

The Little Balloon flies over a hill and reaches a forest when the sun is going down. The Little Balloon feels a gust of cool wind coming that brings him down near the ground. Unfortunately, his thread entangles on a twig and he cannot flee from it. It is dark, nothing can help him. Suddenly, he feels lonely, thinking of his young master and his warm hands. At this moment, the Little Balloon wishes his young master could keep company, so the little balloon sings in the dark.

Music: Lonely Night In the lonely night only myself. The black world reminds me of My family; my lovely family. Though surrounded by the darkness, You still in my mind. When I remember you, I have no loneliness.

All is silent until a voice in harmony comes from the distance. For a while, as he is singing and listening, he makes out the voices several children coming toward him with lanterns in their hands. Then he remembers, today is the Lantern Festival - - the first moon on the 15th day of January, and he falls asleep.

As the day is dawning, the sun rises and the fog in the trees is disappearing. Many birds sing in the trees and wake the Little Balloon.

Music: Home of the Birds The vast forest is a happy home of the birds, In which they play freely And happily chant We welcome, welcome you. To the home of birds.

The voices of the birds spread out widely in the forest. The Little Balloon has never heard such beautiful singing. He excitedly calls out: "Wonderful! Wonderful!" Forgetting he is caught on a twig, the Little Balloon wants to play with the birds immediately. Every bird is talking to him. "Who are you?" "What kind of bird are you?" "Why are you on the twig?" "Will you come to play with us?" The lonesome little balloon is unexpectedly surprised by so many birds. Almost too excited to speak, the Little Balloon tells the birds of his dream journey and asks if they could please untie the string so that he can continue his journey.

Several parrots help to untie the string and the Little Balloon slowly floats up helped by the wind which made from the many birds who are flapping their wings. Several birds stay with the Little Balloon for a while, and as the birds sing a good- bye song, the Little Balloon is filled with pleasures.

Music: So Long, Little Balloon Let us meet again! So long! My beloved friend. So long! My lovely balloon. You and me are free. We're pursuing our vision. So long! So long! My little balloon.

The Little Balloon feels very good as he renews his journey until the sun becomes warmer, making the Little Balloon expand and grow larger. The cool off, the Little Balloon hides himself under a prospering banyan tree. but this time he is very careful to avoid any branches. Unexpectedly, he sees a hare, with long ears and red eyes who is surrounded by five children. The children pass their hands over its fur, singing gladly.

Music: A Little Hare Red eyes, white skin. Young hare is good-looking. With big back feet and thin front foot, the hare Jumps and jumps when it walking.
The little balloon floats up with the singing voices of "The Little Hare" and sees a farmer who is wearing a bamboo hat. The farmer is bending in a rice field next to a orchard in which many trees are bearing fruits.
Music: A Season of Rich Harvest The sun is shining warmly, instilling hope in our hearts. When raining, vegetables and flowers are growing rapidly. This is an abundant ground. We look forward to a rich harvest, sun rises and sun sets. A moderate breeze blows, giving us hope in our hearts. When raining, everything gets nutrition. This is an abundant ground. Spring is gone and autumn will come. And soon will be a good season.

The Little Balloon is imagining field with bright, golden rice paddies. The sun beams are not so strong now. Suddenly, he notices there are some strange clouds in the distance which look like many fat persons wearing dirty clothes. The Little Balloon is getting closer and closer and he finally sees two large chimneys emitting dirty black smoke with a bad odor. As the Little Balloon tries to avoid the chimneys, he hears a weary voice from the real clouds.

Music: A Large Chimney A large chimney with dark nostrils Breathing with thick and dirty smoke. A large chimney with a big mouth Spiting out weeping stenches. Truly, you contaminate the air, And even the sun has red eyes. We do not want to stop you from working, But only ask for a clear sky.

When the Little Balloon leaves the dirty clouds, he floats toward a river moving slowly to the sea. A few strange barrels lying on the river bank are constantly draining out dark water into the almost dead river. The Little Balloon finds no birds singing and smells no flowers' fragrance here and the grass on the sides of the river are dry and yellow. He can't see any fish, but does hear some groans came from dirty rocks and withered grass.

Music: Big Barrels and Small Barrels Big barrels, small barrels, everybody says, You're useful, but you give us headaches. Big barrels, small barrels, everybody says, You're useful, but you make us worry. You made fishes run away, And the water is no longer blue. We do not want to stop you from working, We just want to keep the grass green.

The Little Balloon had many questions when he saw these situations. He asked himself, "Why are some places happy while others are not?" "Why some places are lonely, but some places are not?" "Is this world really so complicated?"

He now floats under a gray sky, finding that he is above a city with skyscrapers, straight roads, automobiles ruled by traffic lights. Not so far away he sees a school. Children are playing ball in the yard, others are writing and reading in their classes. Other children are singing:

Music: Our Beloved Taiwan Taiwan, Taiwan, Our beloved Taiwan. The sea around us is so vast, the mountains are so high, So many different ships passing through the harbor, Visitors from far-off lands are all praise your spectacular beauty, Sun-Moon Lake, Ah-Li-San(mountain), Grasses and forests are always so green, Storks fly over the water fields, wild birds rest on the back of buffalo, So wonderful and so beautiful, the whole world praise you "Formosa"

The Little Balloon follows the rhythm of this song and moves near the classroom. When he gets some children point: "Look! A little balloon! How lovely!" The little balloon thinks that they are his friends, but he would like to go back to his young master. So, he flies away, passing a room in which lovely girls are dancing!

The Little Balloon stays for a while, watching the girls dance. When the music stops, the girls walk to the window and ask: "Where are you from?" They even invite him to come in. As soon as the music plays again, they dance again. The Little Balloon is going to find his young master and thinks: "I won't leave him again".

Music: Finale: The Dream Journey of the Little Balloon -- variations

My friends, as you know, the Little Balloon is still looking for his young master. Someday when you are playing a piano or studying your schoolwork, there may come a Little Balloon near your window. Don't be surprised. Maybe he just wants you to be his young master, or to tell you about his dream journey.



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