Slow music, like falling rain.
The notes jump from time to time, like a pleasant wind blowing through the ripples on a calm lake, slowly dispersed and gradually disappeared between the water waves.
Listen carefully to the thin rain. In the rainy morning or dusk, sitting in front of the window with a pot of light tea and listening to sounds like nature, such as crying or whispering, is definitely a spiritual practice and a spiritual enjoyment. In the intermittent rain, it is full of warmth and yearning for happiness.
The poet said that poetry is a song sung in the mouth of sadness or joy. Poetry has words, so this kind of song should refer to songs with lyrics. Poetry and songs express an emotion with the help of certain rhythms or melodies and words. They do have a lot in common. No wonder there is the word "poem". Rhythm or melody creates an atmosphere, refers to certain emotions of people, and words limit people to certain associations and feelings.
After listening to the decadent music of pop songs, those who are in love or lovelorn are noisy and feel sorry for themselves. After a long time, their hearts are impetuous and inexplicable loneliness. It seems that those jokes describe their own stories, but in fact they are just the dreamer and wishful thinking of the songwriter. Our stories and feelings are far more complicated than these simple expressions.
When impetuous, it is more suitable to listen to some gentle pure music without text restrictions, such as piano music.
Quietly listening to this piano song "Kissing Rain", translated as "the mark of rain" in Chinese, it seems that it really rained. The shower that moistens everything in spring quietly hits the black tile surface of the old house in my hometown, tinkling like a cool and delicate spring water singing. In the darkroom of the old house, a girl was lying by the lighted window, staring at the misty rain and fog with her child's eyes, her eyes were simple and spoony. She is watching the rain. Densely woven bright lines are silk shirts given by the sky to the earth, raindrops falling from eaves are crystal beads thrown by the sky. The rain outside the window is so crystal clear, but slightly cool. The girl put her chin in her arms, looked up and saw the bright green leaves in the rain and fog. The light was really beautiful, like someone's bright smiling face, and then the girl pinched her mouth and smiled.
It seems that everything has returned to a simple and clear childhood. Those long and lazy hours are always shining with sunshine and green leaves, just like the spring water pouring out from the bottom of the pool, emitting beautiful bubbles and then running away playfully.
The spring water of music flows slowly, and the heart is gradually soaked and moistened. The roads we have traveled, the people we have met, the feelings and stories we have had, and the joys and sorrows we have had also flowed from our hearts like running water. "The Seal of Rain" silently tells the lost beauty or bitterness, and there is no passionate climax. It just tells quietly and gently. All the past joys and sorrows seem to have faded and precipitated in this silent complaint, leaving only the murmuring sound of running water, and the clouds are light and the wind is light.
We often have special feelings for a piece of music. When they think of it, the softest string in our hearts will be gently plucked, because at this time we are not only listening to a piece of music, but also a piece of lost feelings and memories. When a piece of music becomes the carrier of memories in a person's life, even if the past is vague, as long as you hear this piece of music, all the memories will come back. This is the charm of music.