A strange magic, integrated into my lover's voice, dominates my mood at will. Because I satisfied my magic with silence, I diluted her language.
People, she is music! I heard her-when my lover sighed after some sweet words, or smiled in some sweet words; I heard what she said-when she spoke in intermittent language, sometimes in fluent and coherent language, and sometimes in a language that left half between her lips.
I saw the influence of my lover's heart with my hearing eyes. She asked me to focus on her emotional treasure through music-the voice of the soul-and neglected to taste her language treasure.
Yes, music is the language of the soul, and the tune is the breeze that stirs the strings of feelings. She also felt a delicate hand knocking at the door. She awakens her memory, which will trace back and reproduce all the past events that have influenced her.
Music is a gentle melody. If she is sad, she will recall the painful and sad time; If she is in a happy mood, she will recall Shu Lang and the happy time. She put all her memories in an imaginary photo album.
Music is a collection of sad sounds. When you hear her, she stops you, fills your heart with pain and anxiety, and paints you with misfortune like a phantom.
She is also a collection of cheerful melodies. When you feel her, she captures your whole body and mind, so she dances happily in your chest.
This article is Ji Bolun's earliest officially published work, which was published in lop's American Arab Expatriate Magazine.
She is the sound of strings, drifting into your ears with etheric waves. She may turn into a tear and flow out of your eyes. This tear is the pain of the lover's distance, or the pain of the wound bitten by the tooth of time. She may become a smile, bursting from your lips, and that smile is actually a symbol of happiness and well-being.
She is the body of the dying: it has a soul and comes from desire; It has a reason, from the heart.
Man appeared, and music inspired him as the language of God. Different from other languages, she tells the hidden meaning inside, between one heart and another, because she is the whisper of the heart. She is like love, and its influence is everywhere. So the savage in the desert sang and shouted, and the kings of China in the palace swayed back and forth. The mother who lost her son intertwined her with her own wailing, and then she broke a stone's heart; Happy people spread her with their own happiness, and then she is an ode to those who have been knocked down by disasters. She is also like the sun, illuminating all the flowers in the field with sunlight.
Music is like a bright lamp, which drives away the darkness in the heart, illuminates the heart and shows everything hidden in the heart. In my opinion, music is a beautiful image of the true self, or an illusion of life feelings. The mind is like a mirror, standing in front of all kinds of events and actors in the world, reflecting images of those feelings and hallucinations.
The soul is a delicate flower before the wind of evaluation. The morning wind blew it and bent its stem in the morning dew. This is also the cry of a bird, which awakens people from Meng Dan. So people use it to listen, feel and praise wisdom-the sweet calls of birds and the creators of their subtle feelings. Natiha inspired his thinking, so he asked himself and asked around him what secrets this insignificant bird's singing revealed. It could pluck the strings of his feelings and inspire him with the meanings contained in previous books. He asked: do birds call flowers in the fields or learn soft skills in the canopy? Are you imitating a flowing spring or chatting with the whole nature? But he couldn't find the answer.
People can't understand what the birds on the branches are saying, and they can't understand the tinkling of spring water gently flowing on pebbles and the sound of waves slowly pushing to the shore. He can't understand the story of rain dripping on the leaves, and he can't understand the story he told when he tapped the glass window with his gentle fingertips. He doesn't know what the breeze said to the flowers in the field. However, he feels that his heart knows and understands the meaning of all these voices, so he sometimes trembles with joy and sometimes feels sad and annoyed. Some voices call him in obscure language, and wisdom puts him in front of nature, so his heart communicates with nature frequently, while he is silent, hesitant and stands aside. Perhaps tears replaced his language, because tears are the best transmitter of language.
Time is with me. Oh, a rational man! Get on the stage of memories and see clearly what position music plays in those ethnic groups that are covered by time. Come on! Let's think about what influence music has left at all stages of the development of Adam's son.
Deirdre people and Egyptians worship music as a great god, bow to it and praise it. Persians and Indians believe that music is the soul of God on earth. A Persian once said, "Music was originally the fairy of the gods in the sky. She loves human beings and descended from the sky to the ground to find her lover. When the gods learned about this, they flew into a rage and sent a strong wind to follow. The fairy scattered the strong wind into the air. As a result, the strong wind spread to all corners of the world. The fairy herself is not dead, absolutely not! She is alive, living in people's ears. "
An Indian philosopher also said, "The sweet melody consolidated my hope for a beautiful and eternal existence."
Music is the god of the Greeks and Romans. They built a towering temple for him and still tell us about their magnificent altar, offering the best sacrifices and the most fragrant incense. This god, they call it Apollo. They described him perfectly, which made him stand out, just like a river with trees floating on the water. Apollo played the piano with his left hand and plucked the strings with his right hand. His eyes stared into the distance, as if he saw the profound details of everything.
People say that the sound of Apollo's strings is the echo of nature, and it is the natural sound he translated from the singing of birds, the gurgling of running water, the breeze blowing and the swaying of branches.
In their myth, there is a saying that the music on orpheus's strings touched the hearts of animals, so that fierce beasts followed him. The same is true of plants: flowers turn
It refers to human beings.
Refers to the peoples in the ancient two river basins.
The god of music in Greek mythology. He craned his neck to look, the branches swayed to him, and even inanimate objects were moving.
They said that the guilty daughter killed orpheus, and they threw his head and lyre into the sea. The head and harp floated on the sea and finally drifted to an island, which the Greeks called "the island of songs".
They said that the waves, with orpheus's head and lyre, wrote touching elegies and sad tunes with its voice, which spread all over the space and could be heard by sailors.
These words, after the glory of that nation has passed away, we call them fantasy stories from fantasy and dreams created by imagination. However, all these words prove how profound and enormous the influence of music is in the hearts of Greeks. They tell these things out of a healthy belief. If these words come from delicate feelings and love for beauty, it is poetic exaggeration in this respect, and what can I report? According to what poets usually say. This is a poem.
The ruins of Assyria left us some paintings, depicting the king's team advancing, with musical instruments as the forerunner. Their historian talks to us about music. They say that music is a symbol of glory in celebrations and happiness in festivals. Yes, because happiness without music is a girl whose tongue has been cut off. Music is the language of all nationalities on the earth. They praised their goddess with golden songs. Singing carols was then and now an obligation, just like their prayers in temples and their sacrifices to the living who were worshipped. Sacred sacrifice begins with inner feelings. Prayer is also a revision of the results caused by spiritual guidance and emotional tremor. The free style that is not close to words but advertised by words is caused by King David's remorse. So his ode filled the land of Palestine, and his melancholy created a moving melody from the passion of regret and inner sorrow. His reed flute appeared as an intermediary between him and God, asking for forgiveness for his negligence. The sound of his clavichord comes from his heart. As his blood flows to his fingertips, the work of these fingers is great for God and mankind. He said, "rejoice in the Lord!" Praise with a trumpet! Praise him with flute and harp! Praise him with tambourines and tambourines! Praise him with the harp and organ! Praise him with a burning voice and praise him with cheering money! Let everyone praise God. According to the Bible, when the end of the world came, an angel was blowing his horn all over the world, so the souls rose up, dressed up and came back to life before the creditors. The author of this poem spoke highly of it.
Music, he endowed music with the status of the messenger sent by God to the human soul. What the author said is only a picture of his feelings, only in a way that conforms to the beliefs of his contemporaries.
According to legend, at the beginning of the tragedy of the Son of Man, the disciples sang hymns before going to the olive garden where their teacher was arrested. I can still hear this heartfelt hymn of compassion. They saw that some misfortune would befall the messenger of peace, so they sang touching songs instead of farewell speeches.
Music marched in front of the army and went to war. She rekindled their fiery determination, inspired their fighting spirit, gathered their stragglers like gravity, and formed an inseparable team. The poet didn't walk in front of the team, didn't go to the battlefield, didn't go to death, and neither did the speaker. Pens and books don't accompany them, but music walks in front of them, like a great commander-in-chief, giving their weak bodies an unspeakable power and inspiring their love for victory, thus overcoming their hunger and thirst and marching fatigue and going all out to fight. They followed the music, rejoiced and followed death to the land of evil enemies. In this way, human children use the most sacred things in the world to popularize the evil in the world.
Music is the shepherd's companion when he is lonely. The shepherd sat on a rock, among his flock, playing a tune that his sheep could understand with his reed flute, so the sheep ate grass obediently. For the shepherd, the reed flute is like a friend who never leaves, and a lovely partner. It replaces the terrible silence of the valley with bustling pastures, drives away loneliness with moving music tunes, and fills the space with sweetness and warmth.
Music guides the traveler's camel car, reduces the fatigue of the journey and shortens the distance of the long journey. So good camels no longer walk in the desert wilderness unless they hear the songs that drive them away; Camels will no longer accept heavy loads unless camel bells are tied around their necks. In our time, it is not a pioneering work for smart people to tame wild animals with all kinds of music and tame them with sweet songs.
Music accompanies our souls, crosses all stages of life with us, and shares joys and sorrows with me. Music, like an angel in our happy days, is like a compassionate relative in our difficult days.
Refers to Jesus Christ.
The baby came to our world from the secret world, and the delivery posture and relatives greeted his birth with joyful songs. A cheerful song, expressing the welcome to the baby coming into this world. When babies see the light, they greet them with cries, and they respond with cheers. They seem to be racing against time with music to see who can tell him sanity first.
When the baby cried, his mother approached him and sang with her warm love. He stopped crying and was happy, because he reflected his mother's favorite tune, so he slept comfortably. In the mother's melodious tune, there is a kind of power, a kind of hypnotic power, which makes her children hang down their eyes. She rubbed peace into those soft tunes to make them sweeter; Erase the fear in the tune and make it full of maternal breath until the baby overcomes insomnia and falls asleep, and his heart flies to the world of the soul. If the mother speaks in Cicero's language or reads Ibn Farid, the child will not fall asleep.
A man carefully chose his life partner, and their two hearts were bound together by the bond of marriage. They listened to the advice written by wisdom from the beginning, so their relatives and close friends got together. When the newlyweds get married at the wedding, they sing carols and pop songs, with music as a witness. On the day of gathering and rest, I seemed to be her-a terrible voice mixed with sweetness, a voice praising God in God's creation, a voice awakening sleeping life, making it move forward, spreading and filling the earth.
When death comes, music shows another scene of the life story. We heard the voice of sadness, and we seemed to see her fill the space with the shadow of sadness. At that painful moment, when the soul bid farewell to the coast of this beautiful world, flew to the eternal sea and threw her material skeleton into the hands of singers and mourners, they sang in a sad tone. They covered the material entity with wet soil, let him sleep in the grave, and expressed sadness and anxiety with depressed tones and songs-as long as the loess was still there, they kept repeating those tunes for his funeral. Once they become obsolete, as long as people remember the dead, their echoes will remain in their cells.
Cicero (143Mlod): an ancient Roman orator, politician and philosopher.
Ibn Farid (1181-1235): an ancient Arab poet, Sufi school, famous for his poems recording spiritual life.
I sat with a man who was specially endowed with a good voice by God, and God gave him a philosophical understanding of composition. I saw the audience around him, listened and felt very small. They held their breath and stared at him motionless, just as a poet gave up to an effective force that revealed many strange secrets to them. When the singer finished singing, they sighed-"Ah! Ah! This is a sigh, from the hearts of those who are deeply moved by music! How sweet this sigh is to these hearts! " Ah! ! "This is a sigh from a thirsty heart excited by memories;" Ah! ! "It's a small word, but it's a long word;" Ah! ! "This is not the voice of someone who hears the singer's voice or sees the singer's face, but the sigh of someone who sticks out his ears to listen to a tune edited by an intermittent voice. Living breath shows him a chapter in his past life story, or reveals a secret hidden in his heart.
How I look at the face of a sensitive listener! I saw his facial expression, frowning at one moment and frowning at the other, which changed with the turn of the tune. I can tell his character from his behavior and his heart from his appearance.
Music, like poetry and painting, expresses people's different states, depicts a glimpse of the heart, expounds the spiritual illusion, casts the wandering things in the mind into shapes and explains the good wishes of the body.
Nahavendesong
The song "Creating Harvey" represents the separation of lovers and farewell to the motherland, describes the last glimpse of the dear traveler, and expresses his great inner pain, especially the burning of the fire of missing. Nahavender's music is a sad voice from the deep heart, a call for an abandoned person to seek some sympathy for himself before he is exhausted from a long journey, a sigh of a person disappointed by suffering, and a cry of a desperate person crushed by patience. Nahavende music represents autumn, representing the withered and yellow leaves falling quietly, being teased by the autumn wind and blowing in all directions. Nahawende is the prayer of the mother of a wanderer who travels far from home. After her son left, she couldn't sleep at night and her thoughts were tangled. Her son's long journey, all kinds of intentions came at her, and she resisted with patience and hope. There is a meaning in Nahavender's music, no, many meanings; There are many secrets, the mind knows them, and the spirit knows them. There are many secrets that my lips try to tell and the pen tube tries to reveal, but my lips are dry and the pen tube is broken.
Isfa Qu Jun
I listened to Isfahan, so I saw-with my hearing eyes, I saw the last chapter of a dying lover's story. His lover died, and his hopes were dashed, so he used his last life to cry and wail, and the rest to mourn. Isfahankou is the last breath of the dying on the boat of death, between the coast of life and the eternal sea. Isfahan is a kind of self-mourning with intermittent sobs and deep sighs. This is a tune, and its echo is a bitter silence mixed with death and sadness, tears and loyalty.
If Nahavender's music is full of thoughts of people who want to live, Isfahan's music is the groan of the person whose ring of hope is broken.
Sabaqu
We listened to the "Saba" song, so whether the heart shrouded in ghosts woke up. My heart woke up and danced in my chest. Saba is the tune of happy people, which makes people forget the sorrow, looking for happiness and drinking happiness. The character tasted a strange beauty, so he wanted more. He seems to know that happy souls are competing with this delicious food, so he stays awake. Sabaqu is a love story of a happy lover. He conquered time and distance. The tranquility of the night makes him happy, because he can meet a beautiful lover in a distant field. This tryst brought him joy and joy. Sabaqu blows like a breeze, making the flowers in the field sway and nodding happily to it.
Lasdeju
In the dead of night, the song "Grating" has a rhythm immersed in emotion, describing the influence of those love words in a valuable friend's letter. He is cut off from the news in a distant country. Suddenly, a letter came, which revived the feeling of hope and promised the reunion of the soul. I am like a singer of Rastus, spreading the news that the dawn is near and the darkness has gone. As the saying goes, "If your night is over, catch up!"
The word "breeze" used here is consistent with "Saba" in shape and pronunciation.
In Baalbek's complaining songs, there is a subtle and unique tone between blame and reprimand. Its tunes are a mixture of exciting Nahavende songs and pleasant Saba songs, which can play a dual role in people's minds.
Now, I have written many pages. I saw myself copying a passage from a long fu when I was a child. When God shaped the first man, the angel sang that carol. Maybe I am like an illiterate, reciting a sentence from a book written by wisdom; That book was written on the title page of feelings before time appeared.
Ah, music! Ah, holy Otraby! Your artistic sisters have been dancing for some time in the past few centuries. They have been left in a forgotten house for some time. You laugh at them because you have never left the stage of your thoughts for a day. You are like the echo of Adam's first kiss on Eve's lips. Echo has echo, echo has echo. They spread, circulate, surround everything and live on everything. For their workers, their work is interesting; Other talented people are happy with their achievements because of the enjoyment of hearing.
Ah, daughter of heart and love! A container for the bitter juice and the sweet spring of love! The illusion of the human mind! Sad fruits and happy flowers! The fragrance rising from the bouquet of collected feelings! Ah, the lover's tongue and the disseminator of the lover's secret II. A craftsman who makes hidden feelings into tears! Ah, the revealer of poetry and the organizer of the rhythm necklace! A master who unifies the crumbs of thought and language! I wrote a book of feelings with beautiful elements! Ah, the wine of the soul raises the drinker to the highest place in the fantasy world! Ah, the inspiration of the soldiers! Admirers, purists of the soul! Ether wave with heart shadow! Ah, elegant and gentle ocean! We entrust our souls to your waves, and we entrust our hearts to your depths! Please take them to the other side of the material, let us see the feelings of the soul in the nether world and enrich them! The feeling of the soul, expand a little more! Let people with arms raise their arms and build a script for these great gods! Angel of revelation, please fall into the poet's heart! Please pour poems and prayers praising this great saint into their intelligent cells! Let's expand the imagination of painters and sculptors. Create various images and feelings for her!
"Rust" is the same root of the verb "chase" used here.
The bride of the ancient Greek god of music. -the hidden meaning of the original note.
Residents of the earth! Pay tribute to her priests and nuns and hold festivals in memory of her servants. Erect a statue for them! All nationalities in the world, pray for her! Salute to orpheus, David and Mausuli! Read more works by Beethoven, Wagner and Mozart! Sing in the name of Syrian Fauquier Hallerby! Egypt, sing in the name of Abdul Hammouri! The world, respect those who spread themselves in your sky and fill the air with their lovely souls! Respect those who teach human beings to listen with their own ears and hearts! Amen!
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