Recomend a good software ---CRadio

The other day, one of my net-pal recommended a good software to me, that is CRadio. It is totally free and with no malware and plug-in of advertisements. These days, I indulged in the music sea. Especially those old songs, which recalled the past. Cool!

CRadio embodies more than 3,000 broadcasting stations, including finance and economics, entertainment, city news, foreign broadcasting stations, popular music, rock & roll, jazz, folk music, and symphony etc.
It can also play local media files, supporting updating online, built-in recording, shifting skins, multilingual service, hotkey operation, automatic reconnection, timing recording, timing playing, timing shutdown, and talking clock, etc.

Why not have a try?

You are My Sunshine

Autumn Leaves

On the way back from the dinning room, we strolled along the path. The falling leaves remind me of the song Autumn Leaves. Seems that I listened to this song for the first time about more than 1 year ago. That day, I got a PPT, on opening it gentle music flowed out with fantastic pictures, full of the room. Now a pity that I can't find the PPT, I am eager to feel it again.

(by Eva Cassidy)

The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sunburned hand I used to hold
Since you went away the days grow long
And soon I'll hear old winter's song
But I miss you most of all, my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sunburned hand I used to hold
Since you went away the days grow long
And soon I'll hear old winter's song
But I miss you most of all, my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall

P.S: The version of Clay Aiken is another different feeling. So great!

Rhythm of the Rain

Raining, it is! Almost lasts one month or so. Sometimes pouring rain, sometimes gentle rain. When raining, what's your feeling? Humid, relaxed, or sad? Today, raining outside, listening to the old and classic English song ---Rhythm of the Rain, it is sentimental. Seems that it's easy to remind you of some bygone days. The hero recalled his lover and the past during the falling rain. Maybe rain always stirs our memory, esp. those melancholy. It's hard to tell whether it is rain drop or tears running on his face. He can't forget the girl who has left him. It is an extravagant hope to regain the girl. He hoped that the falling rain can give ear to his love and his calling, but it is vain. It doesn't help. Let bygones be bygones. Let it be momery.

Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain
Telling me just what a fool I've been
I wish that it would go and let me cry in vain
And let me be alone again
...
...
Rain, won't you tell her that I love her so
Please ask the sun to set her heart aglow
Rain in her heart and let the love we knew start to grow
...

Story behind SEASONS IN THE SUN

Several years ago, when I heard Seasons in the Sun for the first time, I fell in love with it. I was addicted into her rhythm, singer's beautiful voice. At that time I didn't think over its lyrics, or its meaning. Just a kinda pure charming. So many years going on, today I listen to it once more, knowing the story behind it, I have a complete different feeling. If you tasted it attentively, you would be touched deeply.

It is said that this song is from a French chanson, which was finished by the famous composer Jacques Brel in 1961. Three years later, it was written in English named as Seasons in the Sun. Until 1873, Canadian singer Terry Jacks sang and made a hit in Canada and America.

It is a will. The author say goodbye to his lover, friends, papa, daughter who have ever share joy and sadness with him.

It is really an old story. Three persons, we call them A、B、C for the moment. In the countryside in the 1950s, they were classmates of a high school. A and C were good friends from the Childhood. B was a beautiful girl. It's easy to guess what happened in this kinda story. A and C fell in love with B at the same time. A was that kind of sunny, active, handsome boy. He was a jock, beloved by many young girls. He lived a happy and simple life. And the other way around, C was coy, withdrawn, good at drawing. He had been in loved with B for a long time before A & B were together. But nobody knew. It was be hidden deeply into his heart. After graduation, A joined the army, and C became a carpenter. One day after war, A came back to marry B, and then he was a cargo driver ... Of course A often went out for living. B ran the grocery store left by her grandma, so much need to be done. Naturally, C loaded the responsability of taking care of the mother and daughter. After a long time, it was just like what we imagined. A knew nothing about it because of his character, in addition to his love to wife, trust in friend. Until one snowy day, A went home on the half way, all came out in the wash. The whole things came to obvious ... Facing the betray, A was out of control and killed them. Deep into night, A gave himself up to police. Two months later, he was sentenced to first-degree murder. The death penalty would be done in early spring the next year. On the 3rd day before death, A wrote 3 passages, one for his best friend C, one for his father, the last for his four-year-old daughter. At the last minute of his life, he still regarded C as his best, believable friend.

It's hard to die ..........