In the winter in Vienna, the cold wind blowing from the Alps is as sharp as a knife.
That night, Schubert (1797-1828) came home from piano practice in elementary school. Schubert was very poor and had no piano at home, so he had to go to elementary school to practice piano every day. Walking on the quiet road, I only heard the wind and saw the flickering street lights. The street shrouded in night seemed a bit desolate.
While passing by a thrift store, Schubert suddenly saw a little boy who had studied music with him. Like himself, he was a poor boy, even poorer than himself. It's so late at night, and the little boy hasn't gone home. Why is he standing on the cold street? Schubert saw something in the little boy's hand. It was a book and an old dress. Schubert immediately understood that the little boy wanted to sell these two things, but he still hadn't sold them yet. Who would buy a piece of clothing that is too shabby and a book that is useless? Schubert also had this experience and state of mind during his childhood. He knew what it felt like. Schubert looked at the little boy. The little boy was raising his head, and the eyes full of melancholy and helplessness collided with his. He saw that the child's eyes were full of tears. The deserted streets, the thick darkness of night, and the desolate cold wind engulfed the two of them. Schubert bent down and dug through his pockets, taking out all the money. It's a pity that there aren't many Gur shields. Schubert was a poor musician. The music he composed could not sell for much money, so he had to make a living by teaching music. He didn't even have a coat himself, so he had to share one with his companions, whoever went out to do errands would wear it. Sometimes, he didn't even have money to buy paper. He said more than once: "If I had money to buy paper, I could compose music every day!" He was indeed very famous for being poor. Schubert shook his head helplessly, handed the gulden to the little boy, and said to the child: "Sell that book to the teacher!" After that, he patted the child on the shoulder. The child looked at the money in his hand and knew that the book was not worth that many gulden. He looked at Schubert again and was speechless for a moment. Schubert comforted the child and said, "You will go home soon. The night is already very late." The child turned and ran away. The cold wind lifted his clothes like a bird flapping its happy wings. He quickly turned back to Schubert and shouted: "Thank you, teacher!" Schubert watched the child running and kept waving back to him, until the child's figure disappeared into the depths of the small street where the night fog was gradually rising. at. Schubert was also going home. As he walked, he looked at the old book. Suddenly, he saw a poem in the book and was immediately attracted. He couldn't help but stand under the street lamp and read it carefully. He couldn't help but recite it aloud——
The young man saw red roses,
p>The red roses in the field,
how delicate and beautiful;
ran quickly to see them,
praising them secretly in my heart,
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Rose, rose, red rose on the field.
The young man said I will take you back,
The red roses in the field.
The rose said that I hurt you,
so that you will never forget it,
I will never promise you!
Roses, roses, red roses in the field.
The rude young man captured him,
Red roses in the field.
The rose stung his hand,
Sadly sighing that beauty is useless,
I had to accept his destruction.
Roses, roses, red roses in the field.
This is Goethe's poem "Wild Rose". Somehow, suddenly, the cold wind and the dark night no longer existed, and even the world around him no longer existed. In front of Schubert's eyes were only the blooming wild roses. He seemed to smell the rich fragrance of wild roses and saw the figure of naughty children... A pure and friendly melody floated from the thick night, from the vast night sky, from the cold night wind, and drifted in the comfort of the night. Bert's heart was filled with ripples like flowers. His heart was filled with fragrance and the starry splendor of the day. Schubert quickened his pace and walked home. As he walked, he was so excited by the melody that he couldn't help but run home. He immediately picked up a pen and staff and wrote down this beautiful melody. This is the song "Wild Rose" that is still sung today. That year, Schubert was only 18 years old.
——(Excerpted from "Imagining Schubert" by Xiao Fuxing)
When he was 18 years old, one afternoon, he picked up Goethe's narrative poem "The Devil" to read, and suddenly he felt Excited, one hour later, the world-famous song "Devil" was born. This famous song immediately caused a sensation in Vienna and set him on the path of music creation. Schubert only lived to be 33 years old, but he wrote 634 art songs throughout his life. In addition, he also wrote 8 symphonies, some ensembles, sonatas, improvisations and other musical works. "Serenade" is appreciated by the world for its soulfulness and beauty. Schubert used harmonic color changes and various musical genres to depict personal psychological activities, which are full of the harmony and vitality of nature. He put his fleeting reverie into music scores and expressed what he felt Everything turns into a musical image, forming his unique romantic melody.
He admired Beethoven very much. In 1822, Schubert went to see Beethoven with his newly published works, and Beethoven happened to be out. Later, Beethoven discovered this piece of music while he was ill and said, "This work is full of magical sparks." However, when Schubert went to see Beethoven again, Beethoven was critically ill and could not speak. When Schubert was dying, he asked his relatives and friends to bury him next to Beethoven. Now their bronze statues stand side by side in Vienna Square.