A friend who knows music has a side-recognized composer.

I like music, especially pure music. Besides La Traviata and Madame Butterfly, there are Haydn and Mozart. In addition to "Mountain Flowing Water" and "Fishing Song Night", there are also "Going My Own Way" and "Self-pity for the Shadow" ... While listening, I also choose what I like and pass it on to my friends. I like it as always, and listen quietly as always, but suddenly I find that I can't fully analyze all the connotations. Some of them are just taken out of context.

If you are sad, listen; Passion, and then follow the exile thought of passion ... there is really something in it that is incomprehensible. You know that music is the deepest knowledge, and you dare not comment easily.

The first pure music I came into contact with was Dedicated to Alice. At that time, she seemed to be a silly girl who had just entered middle school and had many childish ideas. Suddenly one day, I had a whim and sent a poem to the host of the variety show on the radio. Of course, this is related to the project. Unexpectedly, on a fresh and pleasant summer morning, the host on the radio actually read my poem in the program, and the background music was this song "Dedicated to Alice". I don't know music, but the beautiful melody has been remembered since then, until now. ...

I used to like the music of the song Death of a Swan, but the reason is very puzzling. When I was in college, I occasionally attended a welcome meeting of a club. A girl recited a poem written by herself on the stage. The name is Swan, and the soundtrack is Death of Swan. In fact, I can't remember the melody at that time, except that a young teacher suddenly came up and said excitedly that I used this song as the background and recited my own poems in college.

I was so surprised to see them on the stage at that time, as if I were watching a period of youth and the story in that youth season. I remembered the name of that song: Death of Swan. Perhaps, it is not only an interpretation of the disappearance of life, but also an interpretation of the disappearance of youth?

I am an active person, because I spent a lot of time running between various clubs and student unions on campus, met many people with stories and listened to all kinds of stories: simple, pure, sad or sad. Slowly, I also became a person with many stories. I always inadvertently think of a story in soothing or elegant music. Sometimes I burst into tears, and sometimes I have a smile on my lips. ...

I have to admit, for me, music, or the understanding of music, is still a little knowledge. I can't understand it all, just like reading a literary work and empathizing with it is always only a small part of a great book. Because I don't understand, the more hazy music is, the more gorgeous and beautiful it is in my world. ...