Hospitals in China

Cynthia Zhang
Presentation on hospitals in China with International Chinese Sociological Association hosted by Princeton on August 10, 2018. You can find a practice session on YouTube as well.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SBGqAPn-vms

June Flower
In Commemoration of My Mother
Cynthia Zhang
Written on June 20, 2018

六月花
致母亲

我目睹你释放进入自然
三月还是冬天
四月五月万物生长
当六月到来
夏花铺满道路两旁

十年前的努力
化作了赏心悦目的现实
你在每一株每一个花朵里
就像我在环保的人海里

这也是你的理想不是吗？
我为人人，人人为我。

Covenant
Cynthia Zhang
March 14, 2018

Covenant

We all tell the same story:

We were the centers of Grandma’s universe.

What a lie!

The truth is:

Grandma was the center of our universe.

Sitting in Mom's Class
Cynthia Zhang
Written on September 25, 2011

Sitting in Mom's Class

I smiled to my memory of mom

As my first English teacher.

I cannot help wondering

What it took for her to teach me

In a class she organized for me.

I can still see my childhood friends

Chasing, laughing, peeking into

That secret cage of a caught owl.

I just begin to see mom

In a very different light

As a young, vibrant, and cordial

Companion and teacher.

She is an un-erasable element

In everything I have become.

And I want to grow with another human being

Into something bigger than the two of us.

Something knit together by an irresistable

Urge to embrace each other as

Companion, comrade, and the eventual home.

Just like the home mom built for me

With warmth, understanding, and knowledge.

I Wish I Were Dying
Cynthia Zhang
Written December 22, 2017

I wish I were dying

I wish I were the one.

I wish I were dying for you.

I wish I could bear all your pain.

I wish for my wish

You would live on forever.

No, for selfishness’s sake,

Please live as long as I live. 

逆水行舟-读王岐山卸任
Sailing
Cynthia Zhang
November 14, 2017

逆水行舟-读王岐山卸任

逆水行舟

不进则退

溯源强国梦

不敢忘、不能忘。

科学、民主、平等，

承载着

国人的厚望

几代人的牺牲。

发展与公平

勤考量

民生和私交

细权衡

修身为公

琢器亦为公。

畅想夕阳西下

归港的巨轮

驶向万家灯火

追逐杀人鲸的兴奋

圆了一个童年的梦。

一个与妈妈爸爸讲故事的梦。

Memories
Cynthia Zhang
Written October 2009

Memories

          Memories without photos are pearls. They shimmer in the darkness when the sand around them is filtered again and again by time.

          Memories with photos age. They cannot help. When the frames of the photos turn yellow (in the computer age, photos age as technology evolves), memories dim with the dated background and the old-fashioned clothes, hairstyle and smile. The only pleasant reason for flipping through old photos is to find a wrinkleless, fresh face. That face answers your questions about the growing youth around you.