Can you hear?
The music.
What do you feel when you look at the waves of wheat undulating in the wind on your journey to the distance? Maybe the painter will feel the light, shadow and color; the musician will feel the melody and rhythm; or maybe nothing, you just feel calm.
When I was a child, I didn't know Mozart, but I already knew "the twinkle and the twinkle, the sky is full of little stars." Although the chords were changed, although the music was full of thinness and childishness. But there are inexplicable and moving memories in this music, there are secret emotions that can make you cry, can make you laugh, when all this is mixed together, can you feel something, you You can feel it, but you can't touch it. Maybe this is music.
God said: let there be music. So there was music. God said: Man, you will love music more than food, more than life, more than yourself. So, we have Mozart, Beethoven. When you listen to Mozart, maybe it's like August when he heard the wind, this sound, this music has long existed in the universe, so pure, maybe you don't hear it, just because you don't listen. Maybe music waited for Mozart, just as August waited for his parents, all the while waiting to be found.
Do you get excited when you hear music? Will it feel down? When August slaps the guitar for the first time to make music, when August plucks the strings for the first time to make music, when August wields the baton to conduct his own symphony, do you feel excited? The world and you and I long for music, for miracles. Even though it's just a fictional story, it's still fascinating. And hundreds of years ago, in faraway Europe, the musical prodigy who was born made the people of that era so lucky and so excited, perhaps not only because of the music, but also because he was obviously just a child, but he had already become a master.
When I first listened to Maxim, I felt that his music was mixed with some impetuous and grandstanding things. Because classical and electric guitar are incompatible in my eyes. But with the passage of time, I also fell in love with rock music and classical music at the same time, maybe the two are not contradictory. When the variations of the cello and electric guitar are played one by one, the emotions are intertwined with the melody. Sometimes the music is like a link, connecting you and me, connecting the world with you and me. It's like August standing in a strange city, but he can still listen to the horn of the car and wave his arms leisurely. Perhaps there is a natural symphony between heaven and earth.
If I lose my hearing,
it doesn't mean I lose my music.
If I die, it
may just mean that
I can no longer hear Mozart's
first two lines, written to Beethoven, and the last three lines, by Einstein, to Mozart. Please always remember that on December 5, 1791, Mozart left forever, but stayed forever. Please always remember that on March 26, 1827, Beethoven closed his eyes forever, but in the dark world, there is still music. I will remember this movie:
August rush
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