The story is very simple: a crappy real estate developer who did not do business upright, made a fortune by secretly letting rats go, accidentally met his mother's former businessman, was invited to participate in a piano competition, and wiped away the thick layer on the piano at home. Thick ash, began to practice the piano again. In the process, his eyes gradually softened, his movements gradually became brisk, and he became tired of the business tricks he used to take for granted. When he finally came to the concert hall to watch his wife play, and gently followed the notes in the air with his enemy's blood-stained hands, my eyes were slightly sore.
That's how I found an inexplicable resonance in the film, and every scene in the film made me feel the same way. As a former piano boy, I also had a childhood surrounded by music: no games, no partners, no books, no freedom. I used to hate this kind of life so much, in the interval between piano practice every day, I always lie on the railing of the balcony by myself and look at the children playing downstairs with envy. I still remember that in the composition "Childhood" in elementary school, I only wrote one line: Children who play the piano have no childhood. That sentence made my Chinese teacher reminisce for several years.
Like Thomas, I also put down the violin in my hand. In those years, I didn't even dare to listen to music, and I carefully avoided all possible opportunities to touch the violin: I quickly changed the channel when I saw the violin while watching TV, and hurried away. I went to the piano shop and never went to any concerts again... I thought that I could forget all the melodies I knew by heart and escape all the misfortunes that the violin brought me. However, the more I did, the more uneasy I became. Even if the cocoon on my hand is replaced with new leather, even if the brand on my shoulder gradually recedes, even if I occasionally hear music that no longer reflects the fingering in my mind, I still can't forget the violin, and I can't stop all the repetitions about practicing the piano in my dreams. Scenes……
I finally realized that I can't escape, I can't escape for the rest of my life. What the violin brought to me, as early as the second I picked it up, was deeply imprinted in my soul. The nearly ten years of music career brought me not only violin skills, but also a kind of dependence on music. It turns out that music is like opium, it is addicting. But when I picked up the piano again, the feeling was just as unwilling as Thomas who was powerless in the face of the piano. We had the same posture as musicians, and we could never find the rhythm of the music again.
When he fell into the arms of music again, he was at a low ebb in his life: his father's remarriage, his infatuation with his best friend's wife, the worldliness of shopping malls...all of which disgusted him. Once upon a time, he also had his own dreams, and he also pursued a simple life. . So what exactly has changed us and what keeps us disappointed with reality time and time again? is it time? Or the note that we have forgotten?
Maybe every child who has learned an instrument is an idealist, and the purity of music makes us imagine the world too beautifully.
But we still have to thank music, at least we have a spiritual shelter, in the face of the cruelty of reality, it is it that restores everything to its original appearance.
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