Everyone is a person with a story, and every piece of music is music with a story.
Music, it is everywhere, in the air, in the light, every moment, fills our world, telling one story after another.
In music, we can trust the horses, unrestrained, indulge our minds and hearts, talk to sages or that person in the dark, hear stories one after another, and feel anything, as long as we—with our heart— to listen.
The movie "August Rush" tells one such story, a story about music.
Two people who have never met, two people whose voices are drowned out by the bustling world, and two people who share the same state of mind. Under the beautiful moonlight, they are attracted by the common music. In the moonlit night, he was not the only one who was childishly muttering to himself, there was another person, and another person just like him.
Staring affectionately, silently, the feeling in my heart is getting stronger and stronger, everything is so pure and natural. The sound of the piano poured out like moonlight, with a faint brilliance, the power in the dark entangled them, and the two hearts came together...
This is music. For people who are similar, have similar stories, and feel the same way, it is a bond. It is invisible and intangible, but it is very powerful. Once touched, it is like opening a Pandora's box and can't stop. , just like Lyla and Louis in the movie, they found each other overnight and could never forget them again.
The moments of embracing are always so beautiful, but also so short.
Many times, the reality is always a bit cruel and unsatisfactory. The secular and snobbish world separates Lyla and Louis, leaving only the crystallization of their love - Even - to face all the troubles alone.
Lonely days require company, and music happens to be a good medicine. Although it is invisible, it can provide a small harbor for the soul, so that the wounded heart can be comforted. It can also convey the power of love to make one brave and strong. Its intricate melody makes people stick to their beliefs and never give up in the stormy days.
A person's Even, looking up at the sky, listening to the wind, hesitantly but persistently believes, but always gets endless ridicule. How hurt he was when "Freak! Freak!" kept ringing in his ears over and over. Fortunately, there is music. In these painful and lonely days, I accompany him, give him strength, and make him strong, even when everyone forces him to say "You don't have family. You can't hear anything." , he still insisted on "I can"; when others were disappointed that his parents would not come to him, he bravely escaped from the orphanage and went to find his parents. He was not afraid, because the music accompanied him, and the music spread his voice.
The sound of wind, rain... No matter how noisy the outside world is, the melody in my heart never stops. The musical bond is extending, pulling the three people from different directions closer and closer.
I have always believed that the reason why a piece of music can move people's hearts is not because of how beautiful its melody is, but because of what it carries and the story behind it. After the separation, Lyla and Louis began to escape, with heartache and remorse, and withdrew from their respective music stages, thinking they could forget it, but the music has already been recorded, and the story continues. Firm belief, touch the strings again, my heart is surging, memories are pouring out like spring water, it turns out that everything is not over, and love has never left.
Even is playing, Lyla is playing the piano, and Louis is singing. They are all expressing their emotions with their own music, hoping that their loved ones can hear them.
Yes, I heard it, I have always heard it, so I have always believed in love, I have never forgotten love, no matter how difficult, no matter how lonely, no matter how depressed, I never give up.
The beating notes, like beating flames, pass through the crowd, pierce through the heart wall, the call of love, tighten the ties of music again and again, and keep pulling them towards each other.
When the music played over the park, when Lyla and Louis watched Even play, the music held them together and couldn't be separated...
The movie is over, but the music won't go away, it will live on, live with their touching story, live with love...
Years later, you may no longer remember the plot of the movie, or even the movie at all. However, when the music plays and the dusty memories are opened, the original mood, sweet or bitter, comes to the fore bit by bit. mind.
Looking back in the evening, an indescribable feeling popped out from the bottom of my heart, a plausible urge to feel sad and happy.
This is the power of music, no matter how far it is, it will be cut off, no matter how long it will be. It is like this, quietly, quietly, accompanying us, waiting for us, walking down the long river of time...
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