Art and Life
When I was young, I was just a child beating the waves and chasing sand on the beach. The sea never gave me the talent for literature, and the muse never touched me with her hands. I. When I grew up, I left my hometown by the sea. In a bookstore in the city, I came into contact with so many books for the first time. Once, I pulled out a book of poems from the dazzling bookcase, with a quote from Tagore printed on it: "Use the money in your hand to buy a book of poems, it will make your heart as happy as a little bird, free. Flying in the infinite emptiness." Just after one glance, I bought it as if it were a treasure. From then on Tagore led me to a colorful world. I am obsessed with poetry, just as I am obsessed with the deep and vast sea.
For the first time, I discovered that the charm of poetry is as bright as the sun. The poems reveal the optimistic and bold Li Bai, the deep and melancholic Du Fu, the elegant and graceful Li Qingzhao... They use different styles of pens to show me everything in the world. Gradually, I understood Wang Guozhen's sincerity, Shu Ting's delicacy, and Wen Yiduo's profundity; I made friends with Shelley and Pushkin, and appreciated the brilliance of the world's poetry garden. Slowly, I found that I could no longer live without poetry. Poetry always touches my heartstrings with its invisible hand, and makes me fascinated by the moving sound of the piano. So in class, I learned about Gu Cheng’s yearning from the teacher’s mouth: “The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to find light.” "The artistic conception. I really feel like a happy bird, flying freely in the infinite emptiness, as Tagore said.
After reading many poems, I can’t help but have a dream to use my poems to gently open the door of the literary palace. Whenever others were playing, I was fascinated to explore the beauty of all things; when the lights in thousands of houses went out, I composed poems under the lamps alone, and the thin tip of my pen flowed out the singing of birds, the blooming of flowers, and the growth of tender grass... …Use your own pen to compose the songs in your heart and rejoice with all things. Whenever I mail a poem, waiting becomes a part of my life. Although most of them have fallen into the sea, my chest is unusually open when I think of Jiang Guozhen's words: "When you are frustrated, sing a song; when you are troubled, write a poem. Because life is always beautiful." Occasionally, when I see my words turned into printed words, I am so excited that I can't sleep well for several nights. Although no one applauded, I felt that the door to the palace of literature was slowly opening, the muse was smiling at me, and my immature poems were fulfilling my literary dream.
I am obsessed with reading poetry and writing poetry. Those lines of poetry are like flying butterflies, taking me to the beautiful and colorful garden; that line of poetry is like fireflies, "emitting a faint light, but when accumulated, it will become a bright light." ".
I will always be associated with the Muse, and I have no regrets.
Art and Life
I never keep anything close to me, because I always feel that things will be lost if they are kept around me. Only those things that are kept in my heart will never be lost. I will forget...
It was summer vacation one year. Due to my piano exams, I could only suppress the joy of getting into junior high school and practice piano at home. The weather was so hot, I had ice in my mouth. Practice hard. From morning to noon, and then to evening, I could finally shake off my sore arms. I couldn't help but walk to the balcony...
Suddenly, I heard a voice, along with the sound of the summer evening. The unique breeze, sometimes hazy and sometimes clear, floated into my ears, brushed my cheeks, and brushed my bangs. The leaves are rustling and the sunset is subtle and soft. At this moment, the world became eerily quiet, as if only this sound existed. Oh, it's the sound of the flute. Someone is playing the flute. The sound of the flute is melodious and smooth. Only people with a calm mind can play it so well.
I was intoxicated and quiet...it took a long time before I woke up from my thoughts and imagination.
In the next few days, I noticed that the flute would sound every evening, but the flute sound I heard later was never as good as the first time. Every day, as soon as I put down the piano, the flute would sound on time. I would run to the balcony and look at the construction site downstairs and listen carefully.
I imagined that the flute player was a lonely old man, talking about his thoughts; maybe it was a child. The scene of a child riding on the back of an old buffalo and playing the flute appeared in front of my eyes...
One day, When I went to the balcony and looked down as usual, I saw a construction worker sitting on the ground, playing his flute. Suddenly, the sound of the flute stopped abruptly. When it sounded again, I was surprised to find that he was playing the tune I played! Although the sound of the flute is intermittent, I can still tell that this is one of my favorite tunes. Without seeing it with my own eyes, I cannot believe that a person who listens to the music with his ears can play it exactly with the flute in his hand, and he can play it so accurately, even though he is not very skilled in playing it. The ones who did all this were the same workers I used to despise! I was shocked!
In the evening, my mother actually talked about this worker: "Look at other people, building a house under the sun every day is much more tiring than you, right? They can't help but blow you to bed at night, how can they live so well? Isn’t it quite easy?”
I won’t complain anymore. So, in the morning, the sound of the flute in my dream woke me up; at night, the sound of the flute outside the window accompanied me to sleep. When I was practicing that piece of music, the flute always sounded quietly, but softly, as if for fear of being heard by me. Finally, he was no longer afraid. So the sound of the piano and the sound of the flute blended together, making it exceptionally harmonious, graceful, peaceful and wonderful. I was so excited that tears welled up in my eyes. I felt that I had found the true meaning of this piece of music, and it was this worker friend who helped me find it. Yes, my feelings have been sublimated...
During the grade examination, the sound of the flute was always lingering in my ears. I understood the music in my own way. Finally, I passed the tenth grade! When I excitedly rushed to the balcony to summon up the courage to tell the good news to the friend I had never met, I was stunned. The excitement and tension of the past few days made me forget about the building rising in front of me. Yes, I will never be able to work with that flute again!
I don’t know which corner of the day I heard the sound of the flute again. I always feel that the sound of the flute sounds so familiar. It turns out that the sound of the flute and that memory have been treasured in my heart forever!
Dear friend, are you still playing the flute? Did you know? How much a girl from far away hopes to play a song with you - "Homesickness Song".