Author page: Angelina An

The world is but a stage as music mirrors life. A rhythm born from a collage of melodies. A bright light illuminating each instrument when the night was silent, expressing what couldn't have been spoken with words. Crescendos of past recollections. Reminiscing on…

The window blown open sways, and the years come with the wind. The rain nourished the ground with a light shining in the distance. Across every hillside the sound of drums starts falling through the leaves. The appearance of the tree is…

It's a time to string red lanterns for good luck as willow green paints the season. People listen to the chattering of their loved ones, as  tea slowly diminishes from their cups. A night with family brings luck and happiness, and the…