Since the day it was born, music has become a means for human beings to express their emotions. When listening to these great immortal music, the tremendous shock to people's hearts is unparalleled. Music, as an art form, possesses immense power and the power to control the human heart, especially classical music. In these melodies without lyrics, it is possible to convey all kinds of emotions only through the melody. It seems to come from the hands of human beings. The voice of God inspires infinitely. Music represents a liberating force in any era. It can cross borders, nations, and languages, allowing people to dare to resist oppression and seek dreams through the power of art. But precisely because of this, music has often become the object of suppression, and musicians, as a medium for dissemination of music, have been persecuted in certain historical periods and in certain countries. However, the laws of the world cannot be countered and reversed. The beautiful food that can shock the human soul can never be destroyed. Perhaps as a species, humans may be destroyed, but music may not disappear with the disappearance of humans. disappear.
I remember watching a movie called "Eavesdropping Storm". The agent in the film was attracted by the sound of music and poems coming from the eavesdropper, thus saving the artist and showing the power of music. There are countless examples of this. Whether in movies or in real life, music is never just a spice of life. It has become the spiritual food that many people rely on for survival, a cure for wounds, and a struggle. arms. I think that Tchaikovsky, and even all the music masters did not expect that their music can transcend time and become an indelible treasure in human history. Sometimes, when I listen to these music and I can’t help tears in my eyes, I am often curious about what kind of world is there in the souls of these music masters, and how these melody can be produced out of thin air. Our hearts tremble all the time.
In the film, behind this great concerto, there is a sad story. This is the sorrow of a nation, the sorrow of a country, and the sorrow of that period of history. Suppressed by a huge and ruthless state machine, imagine that in a theater full of seats, an unexpected guest suddenly broke in and broke the baton in the hands of the conductor. The music stopped abruptly. This unexpected guest not only broke the baton, ended the music, but also broke everything. The wings of the human soul. Thirty years later, the young people of that year are already very old. In order to relive the old dream of yesterday, the group of teenagers set foot on the path of dreaming again. From a farce, piecemeal folk artists, chaotic arrangements, and playing opportunities through flickering, is this dream really just a dream? Can this concert really succeed? Until the sound of music sounded, late performers, noisy music, and an uproar audience still made us feel, ah, it turned out to be a farce. However, the wonder of the concerto may lie in this. In addition to the orchestra’s absolute leader directing, there is also the chief violin leading all the performers, who involuntarily walked into the dream of this music. Wake up from a thirty-year dream, give your body, mind, and whole soul to the music, sink into this melody, not only as a performer, but also as a listener, as An audience, as an experiencer and retrospector of history, is immersed in music. I always regret that I cannot become a performer. I remember a friend told me when he was listening to a concert with me: "As an audience, you can never really experience the feeling on the stage." Imagine the moment when the music ends, depressing The emotions in my heart, the pursuit of art, the unwillingness and shame that have been deposited in the long years, are all released at once. This huge power is moving. The audience stood up and applauded, and they threw roses on the stage. This may be the charm of music. Music is never a pile of performance skills. The notes written on paper are full of emotion. If there is no emotion, music will only be a few dry chords, which can never be called. It is music.
Regarding Tchaikovsky, I don’t think I need to repeat too much. A great music master and an inexperienced genius. At the same time, his concerto was repeatedly rejected when it was just born. Therefore, the greatest tragedy of an artist is him. Beyond the times. And transcending the times often means huge loneliness, not only not being accepted, but even slander waiting for him. The people of the world took their attention away from the music and began to "caring" about the lives of artists. The people of the world tried their best to explore. Music was left aside from afar, and no great chapter could be compared with a gossip lace news. People are more concerned about Tchaikovsky’s love history. He is a homosexual. He fell in love with his nephew and did not appreciate his music. This is the sorrow of musicians, the sorrow of music, and the world’s Sorrow! In this immortal work, we have heard sobbing as weeping, and we have also heard the incomparable excitement. The musicians may express the long-lasting sadness and depression in the countless sleepless nights through the melody. Afterwards, I got the intense emotions expressed. This may be one of the reasons why I like this work. After a long journey, I was reborn from the edge of despair and faced hope; this may be the tears in my eyes. The reason is that it is self-abuse. During the long dormant period, I will persevere and defend my dream to the death. When I finally succeed, it may be the most attractive, the most liberating, and the most comforting. Perhaps the power of music is just because of these ups and downs, and these oppressions make it even more powerful and noble.
The film ends with the end of the music, let us look through history, to see the musician with a beard, to see the great musician in Russia. Let us stare at him, see all his inspiration, all his talents, and also see the huge emotional burden he carries, see the nightmare in his heart, and see those struggles. Seeing his bumpy life, dying lonely, and at the same time let us return to reality and listen to his music carefully again. Perhaps, we will hear a little difference in this music, and we have never heard it. The melodies and emotions. Music, the most beautiful existence, is often not born in beauty. Excluding Tchaikovsky, let us meditate on the names of those music masters in our hearts. In those times when the media was extremely backward, they worked tirelessly to create and sway their inspiration. At the same time, let us pay tribute to those performers who are not only chasing fame and fortune, but they make those notes come to life, and they make music full of life. At the same time, perhaps we should also be grateful for the development of science and technology and the progress of human society. These have made music not only a plaything of the court people, but music is released, survives in the vast human world, and becomes you and me in the mp3, in the computer. The eternal good memory retained.
But at the same time, when you close your eyes and listen to music, don’t forget that listening to a concert on the spot is far more than listening to music through the medium. The power and emotion are transmitted to our bodies through light, sound, atmosphere, and movement. Immersed in our hearts. Finally, let us abandon this boring or even redundant feelings and comments, and return to music, because the only thing that can interpret the true power of music is the music itself. The lights dimmed, the voices gradually fell silent, the sound of music began, and the world spread out in front of my eyes.
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