In the early 1920s, Ding Wenyu and Wang Kerun, two Chinese mountaineers travelled to Tyrol in Austria. They stayed at the small village of Hinterwipfling and their goal was to climb the Wildspitze, Austria's second highest mountain that only five other people had climbed before at that time. First they had great difficulties because they had learned some English back in China but that wasn't of much use in a tiny settlement like Hinterwipfling and only the village doctor - because he had been travelling in his youth - and some school children - because English was being introduced in primary school education and the children were taught by the village doctor - knew some of the foreign lanugage. So the two Chinese mountaineers had a hard time getting what they wanted but after two months of planning and preparation they and the village doctor had reached a sufficient level for mutual understanding and Ding and Wang had even started to communicate in English among themselves. After two months and two weeks they finally had all supplies they needed and the weather conditions were agreeable too and so they decided to start on their venture.
Both of them were heavily loaded with equipment and had big rucksacks on their back - all perfectly normal for mountaineers - but there was one particularity: Wang, the younger of the duo was really fanatic about music and had made it a habit to carry with him a portable radio - one of the first of their kind - whenever going mountaineering. It was an awkward and heavy thing and Ding had complained to him any number of times but Wang wouldn't have it without his music, so eventually Ding had given up.
Three hours after the start of their trip they reached the first rockface.
I go flont, you come in back slowly. I secure. I not trust dis wall! Ding shouted to his colleague. Both strapped their equipment faster to their bodies and began what appeared to become a long and troublesome ascendance. The whole time Wang's radio was playing the newest jazz numbers, although the reception was heavily affected by all the rock around and the radio crackled terribly. They were truly a strange sight, those two Chinese mountaineers cautiously climbing a wall of rock, one of them with a radio strapped to his back and listening to jazz music.
As they were halfway up the rockface, Wang suddenly realised that the cords holding his radio in place had come loose and as he was about to tighten them again the radio dropped and fell down some 20 metres. It must have landed smoothly on a patch of snow for it had not broken and the faint sound of the distant jazz music still reached the two climbers' ears.
So it would have been a terrible waste not to go back and get it and the only problem that arose was that of determining who should go back down. The rockface was tricky after all and so it seemed the safest that one stays up to secure the other who's going down.
Through the stiff breeze, Ding shouted:
Go I to de ladio or you to de ladio?
Obscured by the wind, Ding's voice almost sounded as if he was singing. Usually, when you are in the Tyrolean alps, you can be quite sure that some indigenous man would be around going about his business. And so it was at that particular time, Sepp Johlbacher his name, who heard the Chinese mountaineers'
"singing" and found it rather beautiful. It is understood that the indigenous man had performed his
new style of singing at the local tavern after a few beers three weeks later and that thereafter it had spread rapidly among the villages of Tyrol and had been named
yodeling, a term that derives from the indigenous man's surname.
我姓王，我喜欢登山。。。
1st April is near - have you already thought about your April fool's joke? Here some suggestions I found on BBC:
