Portal:Green Sleeves (Impressionist Visualization)
- 1 Piano Improvisations:
- 2 Visualizations (English Impressionism) in memories:
- 2.1 Blue Flowers - as gentleman's lover - facing the self-reflexivity from Lake-mirror
- 2.2 'The beautiful views of Scotti-highlands' in a Far-land Home (Academic thoughts, musicality, literature-writing and case-realization)
- 2.3 Seasons-switching - Little bear's Home-waiting for mother's cake-cooking
1st Chorus - main melody: + 2nd Chorus - Improvising:
+ 3rd Chorus - Technique Improvising (Gu Zheng technique's in-setting)
= Total choruses - A Whole View:
Choruses Analysis and Training Ways as guides for heart-peace
Green Sleeves has a musical function (from psychology) for listeners' peacefulness. Now, please take several minutes For a moment, close your eyes, stay calm, and make some self-reasonings to somewhere deeply in your heart. Then, an Old life fashion will be visualized out... (Here, we can develop it in this Improvisation Chorus.)
Visualizations (English Impressionism) in memories:
Blue Flowers - as gentleman's lover - facing the self-reflexivity from Lake-mirror
A butterfly was passing by through those gentleman's lovers - Blues flowers , through its short Autumn life:
'The beautiful views of Scotti-highlands' in a Far-land Home (Academic thoughts, musicality, literature-writing and case-realization)
Once upon a time, I, each time with a parent or independently, used to have coach-visited Loch Lomond (and Luss) , or to Glasgow , and beside the waters-networks of Dee river  throughout which to Aberdeen , or in the area alongside Tay river's system , or to Edinburgh Leith for many times. Sorry, to be very honest, on the coach while travelling and listening to drivers' introductions, I can only get some general impressions of where I have been, and appreciate the fast-running landscapes outside my windows, rather than the detailed information. Therefore, I prefer to choose another way of expression:
We have been together, on the coaches, to visit the inky-greens-fulfilled and vertical-layers-coloured mountains on Scotti-highlands. While the whistles of Dee river or Tay river's flooding waves were safely passing by your window, on the other side, groups of lambs and yaks are lazily tasting the soft & fresh stars-twinkling edges of the yellow-breezing grass.
Weathers were always varying their emotions, like kid's faces, which cannot be predicted. After crossing this hill standing in the front, further climbing over the next rocky platform, suddenly, Weather father Jove  was blowing large snowflakes and air currents all around. At a glance of time, the world, itself, was changed to be a castle full of crystal cloths, colourful glassed reflecting-lights and silver 'make-ups'. What the most beautiful thing was a shoot of sunlight appearing from the crack of cloudy blocks in the grey sky, which can be compared with the fixed eye-pillar of Scotti heroes, poetries or saints, watching everything on the grand Scotti-highlands. Time almost terminated there besides, and 'coloured glass-castles' were in an unknown sequence contributing their sparkling flames from traditions.
I and my father were in the warm world behind the coach window, with the convenience and appreciations like in home, counting out the numbers of lambs & yaks groups, the boundaries of meadows, the amounts of valleys, houses in villages and peaks, one by one. We were always driving from a place, such as Glasgow, alongside the river, harrying up to another, such as Aberdeen... The rough and large 'colour bricks', the fast flying-by melodic far-lines of mountain-backs and the screens of impressionism paintings, almost carrying key personalities of Scots, have flashback-recorded all fragments and dug into the soil of your heart-depth. And, your heart would expect to run as a mountain hare to a higher speed, then transformed to be the wandering golden eagle (Indeed, I thought hawk is much wilder ), opening your wings and springing up, or cutting aside, or rolling opposite the strong wind and fighting against the blowing snow-mouth...
Could you imagine to fly upon the next Scotti-highland? Though the departure time is usually longer than the consideration, how many times, in the dream, we were on the coach lifted up by Giant's hands who is Jack's peer . Giant diver, please ambitiously take us to the next wild higher-up Scotti-highland for an adventure of unknown heart-belonging 2019! Yours always Jason M. C., Han (discuss • contribs) 06:35, 29 December 2018 (UTC)