The story about the Doppler effect

Cyrus 2022-09-25 09:22:26

"In the 1950s, there was a guy who played the saxophone. His saxophone was great, but he was too avant-garde. His music was very different and it was unacceptable to most people. He didn’t follow the tradition. He bowed his head and couldn't find a job, so his life was very difficult. One day his friends got together and said to him, "Man, you have to go to Europe. There they are playing different pieces of music, you belong there, go. "So they pooled some money for him and bought a ticket to Paris.
He came to Paris full of expectations, but when he got there, he found that his music was still too avant-garde. He still couldn't find a job to play. He was not recognized. He was very sad and fell into deep despair. He spent all his money, so he had to sell in the street, he stood on the street but no one paid attention to him, he was poor and even rummaged. Every trash can on the street. So one day he decided to jump off the building to end himself.
He climbed to the top of the building. It was very gray that day and everything was gray. He looked down and then up. That was the highest place he could reach. Just when he was about to jump, the sky suddenly opened, and a light appeared in the sky shining on him like a spotlight. Without a word, he picked up the saxophone and started playing "Over the rainbow." ". He couldn't remember the other pieces of music, so he played this piece over and over again. Suddenly the people below began to gather to look at him. At this time, the police came to the roof and prepared to catch him secretly from behind. At that time he Still trying to recall the next piece of music, he turned around and saw the police coming, so he jumped down. He jumped down, he died, but he was still conscious, he heard the sound of an ambulance in the distance.
Um... Then this is the Doppler effect."

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