I have always believed that every person who loves music is a person with a dream. The movie "The concert" tells the story of a person who is unable to hold the baton again due to political reasons. Once he gets the chance, even once, he wants to only have a complete concert. I thought it was just such a story, but the more I went on, the more I was moved by the power of music itself. Every musician they found has their own life experience, whether they are drivers or salespersons, everyone is so unremarkable, but as long as they have a musical instrument in their hands, their souls seem to be able to regenerate. Exuding light, whether on the street or in the back alley, the pieces of wonderful music that they have at their fingertips are not affected by their career or life. This is the moment when a person is truly free. Until they're all in the recital hall, dressed in black, playing the Tchaikovsky Violin Concerto in D major to the conductor's rhythm, all what they've done, lived through, or missed, there For a moment, everyone is intoxicated by the music, and their mood ebbs and flows with the music. It is tight and melodious for a while. From their expressions, you can read such a message, "This is music, this is what I have. It’s a dream come true.” Maybe they have never imagined standing in a concert hall and playing for the audience, but everyone who loves music has a potential dream, that is, being able to be in the music, being able to tell the music through music Everyone, who am I! The meaning of my existence!
Music has such a power to make you crazy for it, because it contains all your madness, it realizes all your fantasies, it completes all your delusions, and becomes your most beautiful when you can't find an outlet. Language, all the notes are the peaks of your emotional swings the moment it strikes. It is something you will never lose, because every heart that loves music has music in its heart, just like the heroine's mother was escorted to a labor camp, when she had nothing left, her fingers still automatically played "Tchaikovsky" Violin Concerto in D major, that was her solace, the source of all her happiness, the proof of her existence.
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