About Healthy Life

  Controlled breathing is the technique of taking deliberate breaths in order to provide the body with enough oxygen.Breathing is a natural process controlled by the respiratory center at the base of the brain. Therefore, we breath without thinking. However, th normal breaths we take are shallow and quick. They are enough to sustain. But, human life is more than that.l In the humdrum of life that takes chaos to the next level every single day, we are constantly looking for ways to cleanse our minds. In order to attain at least some level of mental peace, we need not look far. It is there in the simple act of breathing.

   This is where yoga come in. Yoga involves a combination of physical poses, breathing exercises and meditation acting together to provide relaxation. However, without proper skills, the many different positions of yoga are not beneficial and in many cases, dangerous, Breathing has to go hand-in-hand with these poses. The controlled breathing techniques must be practiced religiously alongside the positions for best results.

Just passing By

    There used to be a saying, "The poor fear kinsmen, the rich fear thieves." I remember when I was thirteen or fourteen and had just joined an opera troupe, some white-faced actors backstage smoked opium and heroin, and it was really frightful the way they filched things. We were living then in a tenement with a Grey-tiled roof, half of it flat. One night, getting on for three or four in the morning, footsteps suddenly sounded on the roof. My father, being experienced, deliberately coughed several times, I felt even more scared, wondering how the man on the roof would react. Father went on coughing steadily, time, till the man on the roof called softly though our  window, "Beg pardon, I';m just passing by," Father deliberately coughed a few more times and then, quite distinctly, the footsteps on the roof tiptoed away.

    The next day we heard that our landlord, Third Master Lu, had been burgled. His four sons brought some Japanese military police to our compound to make a house-to-house search. Coming in they swore, "You paupers! You've robbed our family!" How they stormed and blustered! All the families living in that quarter were poor, and Third Master Lu owned all the tenements there. The Lus had several business too and were men of property, so all of us, especially us children, were terrified of them.

   They'd come to work off their anger over this robbery on those of us who lived in their tenement compounds, a dozen or so families in each. Most o us were behind with the rent and had been beaten and cursed by the Lus.

   One day I was just going on stage to act a scene from an opera. I's dressed up but had nowhere to put my handkerchief. I noticed Grand Sun, who played walk-on parts. He was a good, honest fellow, so poor he'd not even a decent pair of shoes, and every day he went to several theaters on keep this handkerchief for me? It's one I embroidered myself." I added in a whisper, "I've already lost one. We've people here who filch things." Gran dad Sun fumed, "Hell! What swine! How can  the Poor rob the poor!" Then he took my handkerchief and I went on stage, not having the faintest notion what he meant.

   A couple of days later Gran dad sun came to find me backstage. He called me into a corner. "Take this,k Little Feng," he said, thrusting a paper package into my hand. Quite mystified I asked softly, "What's this, Gran dad?" He shackled, "It's just what you want." "Ho, what is it?" "Open it up and see, I know you'll like it." I unwrapped several layers of paper, and really was overjoyed. It was just what I'd want! A little teapot with golden flowers on it. I'd always envied the chief actors their little teapot, but I couldn't afford one myself Even if we'd had the money, Mun wouldn't have bought me one. Now, even though I had it in my hand, I couldn't believe it was mine. Seeing how delighted I was, Gran dad Sun said, "Little Feng, didn't you say you'd love to have a little pot like their to sip from? Hurry up and fill it with water."

Poem About Civic of Studies

The Balled of Civic Studies

General He Jian, the well-armed educator,
Has told us what in schools he'd like to see.
First comes a course that's known as "civic studies."
Perhaps you wonder what that course might be.

Good people all, I beg you to be patient
While I compile a textbook just for you.
It's not an easy thing to be a subject:
You must be very careful what you do.

Start by accepting all they they hand out:
Sweat like a pig, toil like a buffalo,
Work while you live, be eaten when you're dead,
Or if diseased, be rendered down to tallow.

Next you must grasp the art of the kowtow
First to the mighty general, our great head,
Next to that old fellow called Confucius,
Or else you're surely bound to end up dead.

Thirdly, no love: free marriage is just crap.
Better to be the nineteenth concubine,
Uphold morality, be sold for thousands,
And be to you poor parents a gold-mine.

Fourthly, do always just what you are told,
And carry out the great man's least commands,
For many are the duties of the subject :
None but the great man really understands.

But there is one more warning I must give you:
Don't cling too closely to this text of mine
In case the great man changes his ideas
And labels me "reactionary swine".

                                                                 Published in Dec. 1931
 

Small Poem

The Ballad of the Splendid chaps

Down south the meetings go on day long,

While in the north the beacons tell of war.

Up north they flee, and in the south they shout;

Cables, petitions from all quarters pour.

As everyone abuses all the others,

And each portrays himself as honey-sweet,

Civilians mock the generals' noble airs,

And scldiers think officials have cold feet.

Amid the sound of cursing land is lost,

amid the sound of cursing money's made.

But now the land is gone and cash raked in,

Shouting and swearing soon to silence fade.

Civil officials start to feel quite greedy,

While generals retire to their warm springs.

Let's all announce that no one was a traitor,

And write off all those past misunderstandings.

Now we agree what splendid chaps we are 

We gather round and smoke a fine cigar.

   

                                                                              Published in Dec. 1931

The Snake and the Rabbit

To respect the freedom of residence of the rabbit the snake made a law and went to proclaim it to the rabbit.
"Listen. From now on, if I should enter your residence without knocking and getting your permission first, you can prosecute me."
The snake announced this in real earnest. However, the snake did not know whether the rabbit would do as she was told. He felt that she had no sense of law and suspected that she did not trust him. He decided to test her.
The snake deliberately darted into the rabbit's buurrow without knocking and killed a little rabbit. Then he posted himself outside. waiting for the rabbit to come and file a charge.
The rabbit never emerged. His indignation growing, the snake went in again, arrested the rabbit and angrily demanded;
"Why didn't you abide by the law?"
"What law, sir? Whose law? "
"Why didn't you come  to file a charge?"
"You were the bandit and now you are the judge. whom should I charge and where should I bring my charge ?"
The snake hissed with indignation and swallowed the rabbit.
Then he announced to the public, "I killed the rabbit according to the law. And the entire lawful procedure of arest and trial has been carried out."