Dvorak's Symphony No.9 in E Minor (Second Movement, Wideboard) (Homesickness)

Symphony No.9 in E minor "From the New World", Op.95: Second Movement. Laguo, 1893

? I have seen many writers and philosophers describe themselves as if they were still a wanderer, still looking for their home and their way home in their later years.

? What is home? Everyone can say a thing or two, but it seems that no one can say it all.

? The destination of the body, the destination of the soul and the ideal destination of life is called home.

? Throughout his life, he kept looking for a place to stop and rest and think. This kind of home is called home.

? There is a place where we find that it fits our soul and body so perfectly. We were overjoyed and in high spirits. This is a home that we call home.

? When one day I am old, unable to walk, and tired, there is a place where we can look back on our past gently. This kind of home is called home.

? In this broad board of dvorak's last symphony, I often hear more than just my homesickness.

? Accompanied by the initial stage of life, nurtured the body and mind, shaped the physical fitness and personality of the hometown, may be the deepest memory of everyone's life, but also often the greatest comfort to him. Although he may not find his home after all, people with hometown have such a unique homesickness.

? Dvorak, a composer with great enthusiasm for his country and nation, wrote his love for the motherland and nation into his music. This symphony was composed when he lived in America. Perhaps because he had a strong yearning for his country when he lived abroad, this piece of music was full of missing notes.

? At the beginning of the music, the solemnity played by the wind music seems to be the body of my hometown, rising slowly in the ocean of thoughts. The melody played by the British bassoon is the sadness of the lonely wanderer's inner thoughts, sometimes strong, sometimes calm, and so on.

? The gurgling water of the mother river, the winding road, the colorful leaves in the mountains in autumn, the starry sky in summer and the past events in my hometown have all entered the ocean of thoughts. My hometown seems within reach. How joyful and happy it is, just like the notes at the beginning of 8 minutes 12 seconds.

? Perhaps, this time wandering away from home is to return one day, and how lucky it is to meet the starting point and the end point.

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