No trace of past lives. As I said, the prosperity in the past was unimaginable. Genovavola has undergone stormy changes, and its history, like that of Poland as a whole, is full of thrilling events and unexplained decline. In the19th century, this is a forgotten corner. It turned into ashes, or rather, into a graveyard. Fire, robbery and improper management completely destroyed the palace-style luxury mansion and countless ancillary buildings. Not only do few people remember that a tall French teacher once lived here, but even the owner of this mansion hunted by the vengeance has been forgotten. Splendid buildings and aristocratic pampered living places have disappeared without a trace, leaving only a humble hut and a small house. This is the house of the former French teacher, his wife and a distant relative of the master. Since this small house has survived, it must have been illuminated by some kind of glory, or sheltered by some kind of god, so that it can go through vicissitudes and not suffer the same fate as other buildings. It has also spent its own difficult years. For a long time, no one can remember who was born here. However, it has been preserved and unexpectedly become one of the most precious monuments that the Polish people can appreciate. It has not only become a sacred place for Poles to worship, a temple for spiritual feasts and a historical relic to visit, but also, like the first foreign pianist who proposed to renovate this hut and build a permanent monument here, today, many foreign musicians, pianists and composers regard it as their lifelong wish to visit this cradle of great art and this inexhaustible source of Chopin's great music.
This cold hut, far away from the thoroughfare, stands alone in the field and is hidden in the deep forest of the garden, just in response to the proverb: God flies into the wilderness and enjoys freedom. Otherwise, how can we understand that it is in this humble wing of the aristocratic family that one of the greatest musical geniuses in the world will be born? Chopin is one of the great men who created European culture today. His works not only add luster to European music, but also make the whole European culture shine. His creation is so profound and self-sufficient. Therefore, it can be said without shame that his art is an indisputable part of world culture.
There is no doubt that artists' creations are closely related to their respective backgrounds and the surrounding scenery. The relationship between an artist and his landscape is much closer than most people think. Childhood and youth often leave a deep impression on a person's life. A melody that touched his heartstrings in the earliest childhood often appears repeatedly in the works of mature artists, and here, it will also show the origin relationship between the country of childhood and the mature period of creation semi-consciously and sometimes completely unconsciously.
When you go to France for the first time, for example, in early spring, you arrive in Paris via Fontainebleau and see reddish-brown trees, calm water, dense bushes and pastures cherished by Pierre Rousseau along the way. Only then can you truly understand the impressionist painting art, however, it is not only the great French painting art that shines. In fact, the whole French music can not be separated from the misty light fog that covers this area, the colorful trees and pastures, and the light reflected from the ground and refracted in the clouds and heather. Only in Fontainebleau can we appreciate the faint sadness in Debussy and Seville's music, the harmonious colors in Ravel's music and the French folk songs in francis poulenc's music.
To better understand the connection between Chopin's music and Poland's scenery, it can be said that there is no place comparable to this simple Mazovshe village-Genazzovavola. At first glance, this statement seems absurd. What do this barren land, this flat path and the roof covered with wheat straw have in common with the infinite wealth and full enjoyment that Chopin's music has given us? However, as long as further observation, it is not difficult to find that things are not that simple. I think we underestimated the value of Matsov scenery.
Admittedly, it doesn't have that kind of flamboyant beauty. But it contains many subtle color changes. Only those who have lived in this area for a long time can have an indissoluble bond with the scenery here, and can see the subtle differences in shape, sound and color and give them due evaluation.
I wonder if the scenery here can please a foreigner. Juliusz Carden Bandrovschi, a Polish writer between the two world wars, once thought about this question. He said:
"I don't know if the landscape here is harmonious. A path twists and turns, hidden. If not, it finally disappears at the edge of the pasture. I wonder if the layout here is reasonable. There is a forest over there, and a row of thatched huts covered with wheat straw here extends all the way to the mountain. When you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see a winding river flowing slowly in the valley. Although it is not blocked by anything, there is no need to make a big turn. Behind him is a dreamlike plain-the continuous shrubs linger on the ground like smoke, making this plain particularly confused. "
"Ah, such a view! Monotonous, fuzzy and angular. In addition, there are drizzles and smoke cages. "
This is the autumn scenery. But there are other seasons in the year. Every season has its own charm and color.
Observe these colors carefully all year round. In spring, lilacs are in full bloom, like lilac clouds floating in the sky; In summer, trees are thriving, full of green; Autumn is golden and foggy everywhere; In winter, covered with heavy snow, the makeup is exquisite, fresh and elegant. On this white background, the trimmed willows are arranged in a row like sisters, waiting for the spring breeze to dance proudly next year. The beauty contained in the scenery of these four seasons is so simple and elegant, but it is so lasting and deep!
The scenery of this land is an ideal prelude to Chopin's music. If anyone really wants to explore the spirit of Chopin's music and how closely Chopin's music is related to Poland, he should carefully understand what Eugene Delacroix called "blue tone", which is the same tone of Polish scenery and the music of artists born in this great plain.
From the picture, the scenery here is not noticeable. This is a great plain, Ma Pingchuan. There are neither cliffs nor canyons here. The open plain is endless, empty and monotonous. Both the Buzura River and the Utara River in front of Chopin's house turn here and flow through the flat pasture. When you look up, you will see lonely towering old trees, standing proudly, many low bushes and old houses shaded by green trees. They are old and doddering, but they illustrate the cultural level of the past. Farming land extends to the horizon, rye fields and oat fields crisscross, buckwheat in full bloom is white, and beet stems and leaves are emerald-like.
Adam Mickiewicz sang about this land, and his vivid brushwork described "picturesque fields" and "rows of quiet pear trees" on buildings. However, Mitzkiewicz doesn't know the Polish mainland. He has never been to Mazovsky, which he dreamed of day and night, and his feet have never set foot on this Yuan Ye. Warsaw on the Vistula River is a gorgeous flower dotted on this vast Yuan Ye.
However, Chopin was born here. Naturally, any bookworm would say that Chopin only stayed in Genoa-Zovavola for a few months after his birth, and then his parents moved to Warsaw. It should be noted that Chopin has a deep attachment to this birthplace and often goes to his hometown with his beloved sister Ludwig. When he was young, Chopin always liked to sit by this river and under a big tree beside a small bridge. When he comes here from Warsaw, he always takes this ordinary path full of weeping willows. The wicker was as gentle and lovely as it is today. Even a few weeks before going to Paris, he made a special trip from the capital to say goodbye to his hometown. In his mind, this little Zhuangzi may be the symbol of the whole country and countryside. Today, we have witnessed this scene, and the whole Mazovsky region will flash in our minds. Chopin also witnessed all this. He likes the hut, the small bridge and the running water. It was in that gentle autumn that he bid farewell to all this with infinite attachment and farewell, passing through Paris and wandering around the world. Unexpectedly, this farewell became an eternal tactic and an expedition to find the illusory golden fleece.
1848, when Chopin wrote a letter to Ge You zhimawa from Edinburgh, perhaps the scenery of his hometown came to his eyes. He wrote in the letter: "I don't miss my wife at all, but I miss my home, my mother and my sisters." May God bless them all the best! Where is my art? My heart is exhausted somewhere ... I can only vaguely remember the songs I sing in China now. "Therefore, it can be said that Chopin not only saw the scenery of his hometown, but also the songs he first heard here echoed in his ears.
We can find the song of this plain in Chopin's Mazuka and Nocturnal Walking-we can find a touch of local flavor in all his works that directly leave rural pictures here.
Exile, high cultural accomplishment, painful mood and Chopin's unusual view of his mission make these pictures complicated or shrouded like a fog. Frederick's great creation is far from Genazzovavola. Gorgeous metropolis scenery, frequent travel and rich experience provide him with another kind of creative inspiration. However, since he was in that distant and cold Edinburgh, thinking of "my home, my mother and my sister" at the end of his life, we have reason to imagine that the hazy scenery of his hometown has returned to his heart. Now, we are also excited to look at these big trees, these bushes and this clear water. If we hear or play the last Mazuka music of this great composer before his death, we will certainly hear the faint melody of the domestic songs of the past. Because his life has been bumpy for half a century, and because of the barrier of mountains, it is difficult to vote for the country. This group of Mazuka songs seems to have been filtered and purified by thousands of sad feelings of parting, far from the simplicity of the countryside, but they undoubtedly come from their hometown and are inextricably linked with this land.
The hut miraculously preserved in the long years has been used as a stable or pigsty and has changed beyond recognition.
"Lovely simplicity!" Carden Bandrovschi wrote, "The front of the hut has become a corral and henhouse, which is a place to protect chickens, pigs and cows, while the back is used as a habitat by the owners of these livestock ..."
It's amazing that such a depressed state can regain its glory. The shabby hut was transformed into a small and exquisite typical Polish manor, and the simple and elegant furnishings in the room reminded people of the style of Polish houses in the past. There is not a piece of furniture here, and nothing comes from Chopin's old real house. However, whenever we look from one room to another through the open door and see the outline of the piano from a distance, we will feel that he is here, walking around these rooms. Once the tourist is exhausted, he will sit at the piano, press the keys and continue his lyrical or gorgeous improvisation.
When we see a big vase filled with flowers or green branches in the alcove where he was born, we will think that it is not a vase, but the source, which emits a sparkling clean stream-an inexhaustible clean stream of his music.
People from all over the world flock to this clear stream in order to have a drink and share this fragrant and intoxicating chalcedony. When people come around this hut in autumn or summer weekends and listen to the piano playing in the room quietly, nothing is more touching than it. The most outstanding pianists in the world regard playing a Chopin's work in this room as a great honor to show their respect for this holy place.
At that time, the front and back of the house were often crowded with listeners. There are young people and old people; There are new listeners who come here for the first time to appreciate the infinite beautiful world revealed by Chopin's genius, and there are also old listeners who often come here. For them, every time is a great spiritual enjoyment, and every time can cause sweet memories: reviewing the happy times in their lives and recalling every infinite and profound inner feeling aroused by this great music. Remember once upon a time, even Chopin's music became contraband! You can only play secretly in some small rooms and living rooms, and only a few people can enter those rooms. They went to listen to Chopin's music, not only to prove the greatness of our motherland's culture, but also to prove that a nation's spiritual life cannot be suffocated. So this beautiful music is sometimes a weapon of struggle. Schumann called it a cannon hidden among flowers, and it was not groundless.
When attending the weekend concert, although we are surrounded by * * * audiences, we can also repeat what Marquis Justine said to Chopin: "When I listen to your music, I always feel that I am having a heart-to-heart conversation with you, and even seem to be with someone better than you. At least, I have touched your best side. "
One of the greatest charms of Chopin House is that we can feel that we are having a heart-to-heart conversation with Chopin.
People sometimes get upset because of many things, busy work, unsatisfactory task completion, or because some plans fail; Sometimes we will encounter some hasty or disturbing phenomena in frequent cultural activities, so we have doubts about popular culture. At that time, as long as I went to Chopin's house to listen to a weekend concert, I could regain my confidence in Polish culture, believing that it had penetrated into the deepest layer of the nation.
People who can appreciate Chopin's music in this way are good at discovering the deepest beauty and the most valuable things in life from many superficial phenomena, daily chores, small troubles and annoying hardships.
When you arrive at Chopin's home, you will see it with your own eyes and be convinced that the inestimable power of great art is the most tenacious bond of the nation and the pillar and foundation of the national spirit. For Poles, Mitzi Kevic's poems and Chopin's music are such pillars.
We looked at this simple hut with surprise and tenderness, which is the essence of the Polish nation. It is like a ship, floating in the green ocean of the garden. Everything in the garden has been carefully cultivated, because the garden also wants to match Chopin's music.
We came here with many people to visit the former residence of great artists. We stood timidly by the door, admiring this place in happy ever after.
People go to the holy land to worship with piety,
Ordinary house, simple and unremarkable.
Just because you were born here ...
It should be noted that there were three doctors in those days.
Guided by the stars, I hurried to a simple stable.
……
This is what the poet said, but we are thinking, when is this house and this garden the most beautiful in a year? Is it autumn, summer or spring?
In spring, the new leaves of chestnut trees are almost bright yellow. They hang on the roof, just like the delicate wings of newly hatched butterflies. Pink Japanese cherry blossoms are like a cloud floating over the manor at sunrise. This delicate timbre is like the softest tune, and it is like playing lightly on the black and white keys.
In summer, the water is covered with white and yellow water lilies, and the flat leaves spread out like rafts of dragonflies and beetles. The reflection of water lilies in the mirror is like a refrain in a song. Summer in Chopin's House often makes people think and recall Chopin's most mature works. Especially at dusk, the water smells fragrant, just like the arpeggios of a string of boat songs, and the slender silver-gray and lavender trunks are arranged neatly and methodically, just like the first few paragraphs of a narrative in F minor. Xu Lailiang breezes gently, the trees sway and the garden rustles. This rustling sound, this rich fragrance, makes our hearts wander, as if listening attentively to the melodious melody and beautiful harmony of this unique music.
Autumn has a unique flavor. This is the wedding season in the countryside. From time to time, there came a burst of violin sound, floating under the golden canopy and floating on the silent lawn. It reminds us that we are now in the hometown of Mazzuca Qu. When we walk on the tree-lined path in the garden, when we step on the delicate bridge, the fallen leaves rustle under our feet. As the "witness" of the long past, the leaves are like the unforgettable trio at the end of the sad sonata. They attract so many thoughts, so many memories and so much music with the dry rustle. We looked at the bare branches on the tree and sang a song in a low voice:
Trees grow freely.
Ye Er falls gently. ...
Then, we began to understand the deep depression of the man who died in Paris. After a long separation, he can only vaguely remember "the songs sung by China".
However, the most beautiful here is winter. Please have a look! The fields are vast and the snow-covered houses sleep peacefully. The trees in the garden become crystal ornaments, and they will make a clear sound like a silver bell, just like the bell hanging around the horse's neck in the past. Now there are no horses, no sledges, no foxes and no beautiful women wrapped in foxes. Neither Maria Wojinska, nor Delfim Potoka, nor Konstantia Gewadkovska, the first lover. No mother, no sisters-only endless silence. Everything is in the past.
Only he still lives here, pacing back and forth in the elegant room alone. Only the faint sound of the piano is resisting the snow and silence. Only music lasts forever.
If you stand in front of this hut in such a deep winter season and look at the roof bent by snow, bare branches and dark windows, you will feel like you are with Chopin.
You are having a heart-to-heart talk with Chopin.
(translated by Han Yi)
Precautions:
Bandrovschi (1885— 1944): Polish novelist.
Delacroix (1798— 1863): French painter.
Adam Mickiewicz (1798— 1855): a great Polish poet and revolutionary.
In Greek mythology, heroes, led by Jason, took the speedboat Argo to Korkas to look for golden fleece, who was guarded by the dragon. After going through all kinds of hardships, I finally got golden fleece with the help of Princess Medea and escaped with Medea.
Grimma Wa (1790— 187 1): Polish poet and politician.
Schumann (1810-1856): a famous German musician.
Jesus was born in a stable. See the Bible and the New Testament for details.
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Chopin (1810-1849) is a great composer and pianist in Poland and a "romantic piano poet". After Chopin left Poland in his youth, he has been wandering in a foreign country, spending most of his time in France until he was buried in the Lachaise cemetery in Paris. Chopin has always missed his motherland. Before he died, he told his relatives to transport his heart back to Poland.
Proust's prose takes Chopin's hometown as the starting point, describes the history and scenery of his hometown, and recalls Chopin's great life and his deep love for the motherland.
Chopin's musical thoughts are always drawn by the cottages and gardens in Genazzovavola's hometown, and the Polish national spirit and temperament are integrated into the soul of Chopin's music. The beautiful scenery of hometown in spring, summer, autumn and winter is integrated with Chopin's music and life, like a poem and a song. The author sublimates Chopin's attachment to his homeland into his love for the country and the nation, which is sincere and touching.
The people of Sri Lanka have passed away, but the scenery will always exist. Today, Chopin's hometown has become "one of the most precious monuments that the Polish people can enjoy" and "a shrine for people to worship and a palace for spiritual banquets". Chopin's music "has penetrated into the deepest layer of the nation" and has become "the most tenacious bond of the nation" and "the pillar and foundation of the national spirit". Chopin's hometown is not only the embodiment of Chopin's love for Poland, but also the symbol of the Polish people's deep love for their country and nation. The most striking sentence in the article: "The spiritual life of a nation cannot be suffocated." Every country has its own heroes, its own cherished poets and musicians. These poems and music are the solace of people's hearts, the source of confidence and the cohesive bond in times of national crisis. Without Poland, there would be no Chopin and Chopin's music; Similarly, without Chopin's music, there would be no national culture and national spirit in Poland today.
Immortal Chopin, forever Chopin. When we followed the author to visit Chopin's hometown again, "only he still lives here, pacing back and forth in the elegant room alone." Only the faint sound of the piano is resisting the snow and silence. Only music lasts forever. Chopin's music is so great that the Polish people' regain their confidence in Polish culture' and' the whole European culture shines brilliantly'.
(Huang Chen)