Chopin was a Pole, born in Warsaw in 1810. His father was a Frenchman who had lived in Poland for many years and had deep affection for the country. He opened a boarding school in Warsaw, is a very cultured people, Chopin's mother is Polish, very love to sing, she often give the children to sing some beautiful, beautiful Polish folk songs.
Chopin began learning to play the piano at an early age, and at the age of eight he gave his first public performance in Warsaw, and by the time he was twelve he had become a nationally renowned pianist in Poland.
There was a famous Polish music educator and composer named Elsene (niè). He predicted that Chopin would be enshrined in the cultural history of Poland as a great national artist. He took Chopin as his pupil and taught him music theory and composition. After graduating from high school, Chopin entered the Polish Conservatory of Music, of which Elsene was the director, and Elsene still insisted on giving Chopin lessons in person. Elsene was not only a musician, but also a patriot. At that time, Poland was under the iron heel of Tsarist Russia. The Tsarist Russians not only deprived the Polish people of their freedom, but also tried to outlaw the Polish national culture. Along with some progressive Polish intellectuals of the time, Elsene stood up to defend Polish national culture. He practiced respect for national cultural traditions and taught his students that they should do the same. Mr. Elsnyi sowed the seeds of love for the motherland and its culture in Chopin's young mind.
Under the influence of Mr. Elsnyder, Chopin became very interested in his country's culture and folk music, and developed a deep affection for them. Chopin went to school in Warsaw, but most of his vacations were spent in the countryside at the homes of family and friends. Listening to peasants sing and play Polish folk music, which is the most fascinating to Chopin. One summer vacation, he celebrated the "Harvest Festival" with the peasants, which left a deep impression on him:
On the evening of the festival, a group of peasants walked slowly towards the village square, singing songs. At the front of the group were two young girls wearing wreaths of flowers, followed by women each holding a bouquet of ears. The villagers gathered, the violin played a happy dance music, men, women and children danced. The rhythm of the music is getting faster and faster, people are also more and more joyful, singing, fast spinning, colorful headscarves in the fluttering, colorful dresses in the fluttering. Chopin was fascinated by this wonderful, moving, full of vitality of the folk music, he took out his notebook and pen, buried his head to record the melody of these music.
The bright moonlight poured over the land, and the evening breeze gently blew against Chopin's excited, rosy cheeks. When the music started again, the clean-cut, elegant, shy city student actually took a girl's hand as the first pair of partners to dance. The villagers whistled and called enthusiastically for Chopin. After a round of dancing, Chopin from an old farmer took over the hands of the fiddle to play up, that robust, pure and beautiful, joyful Polish dance melody as a spring from Chopin's slender hands gushed out. Chopin in Warsaw to participate in many concerts, but also often in and out of the salons of the nobility to play, but, not once to make him feel so joyful, friendly, so sincere, pure and simple.
[Last Life]
Because of the distance from his motherland and relatives, homesickness and deep concern for the future of his country, Poland, had been tormenting Chopin, seriously damaging his health. Lung disease is not cured, deteriorating day by day, the slightest walk will sweat like rain, weak. On February 16, 1848, Chopin gave his last concert in Paris. On that day, the concert hall was filled with flowers, and the tickets for the concert had been sold out a few days before. Before the performance, Chopin was carried backstage in a sedan chair. Though he was too weak to support himself, his playing that night was as brilliant and heartfelt, as vibrant and poetic, as beautiful and moving as when he was in his prime. When he played the last note with all his strength, the eyes of the audience were focused on him. Chopin removed his fingers from the keys, wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, and slowly stood up from the piano. At that moment, the silent concert hall suddenly erupted into a thunderous applause, which came to Chopin like the waves of the sea. Excessive hard work and excitement, Chopin just feel the eyes of gold flash, everything is shaking, people rushed to help him down.
On the second day of the concert, Chopin's condition worsened: fever, shortness of breath, and extreme weakness. The doctor who saw Chopin felt that this was not a good sign for a patient with severe lung disease. This was just as the storm of the 1848 Revolution was sweeping across Europe. The people of Paris against the tyrant, the struggle for democracy and freedom of the fire has been lit, Chopin lying in bed, looking at the fire reflected in the window glass, listening to the distant gunfire and the street "long live freedom" slogans. Not long after, the fire of revolution has spread throughout Europe, people running around: Berlin revolution, Vienna revolution, Italy, the people of Milan drove out the Austrian invaders. Mickiewicz was organizing the Polish Legion. Poland's Poznan region broke out in the uprising - the sick and weak Chopin heard these news can not restrain the excitement in his heart, the Polish motherland has hope again. Some Polish compatriots to return to their country to participate in the battle, Chopin was overwhelmed with emotion, no matter how much the doctor to discourage, he insisted on going to the station to see off his compatriots. From the station back, the mood of excitement, the action of the exhaustion of his serious lung disease further deteriorated, his heart beating rapidly, breathing heavily.
He was in pain for a year, October 1849, thirty-eight-year-old "piano poet" Chopin left the world. In accordance with Chopin's will, his friends took out the silver cup brought from Poland eighteen years ago, and sprinkled his coffin with soil from his homeland, which had been kept in the cup for eighteen years. He missed his motherland all his life, and he wanted to smell the aroma of his motherland's soil when he died. In accordance with Chopin's will, his friends put his heart in a box and shipped it back to Poland from Paris. The heart can only rest in peace when it returns to the bosom of its motherland.
Chopin's heart was placed in the Cathedral of the Holy Cross in Warsaw. During the Second World War, German fascists occupied Poland. In those days of white terror, the Polish people risked their lives to keep the box containing Chopin's heart safe from the German invaders. On October 17, 1949, the 100th anniversary of Chopin's death, Chopin's heart was solemnly welcomed back into the old church.
Although Chopin left this world, his heart will always beat among the people of his motherland, and his music has become a precious cultural heritage left to the people of the world.
[Patriotic deeds]
(I)
Chopin grew up under the milk of Polish folk music. He not only loved the culture of the Polish nation, but also y loved his Polish motherland. At that time, his motherland was suffering from the Tsar's slavery and humiliation, the Polish land was divided into pieces by Russia, Austria and Prussia. The Polish people's anti-invasion struggle was like the underground magma impact boiling, at that time Poland was like a volcano that was about to erupt. The young Chopin was worried about his suffering motherland and was inspired by the coming revolutionary storm.
One day, Chopin came across a poem titled "The Soldier" by the progressive Polish poet Witwicki. It was an exciting poem, and Chopin read it over and over again, unable to stop himself from whispering it:
The time has come,
The horses are neighing,
The hoofs are busy.
Farewell, mother, father, sisters,
I bid farewell to a long journey.
Riding on the wind
I will jump on the enemy
and fight in blood.
My horse is as fast as a whirlwind,
and will surely win.
My horse,
fights valiantly,
if I die.
You will turn your head alone,
and gallop towards your homeland
......
Reading this, Chopin was so excited that he could read no more. His clear, white face was red with excitement, and his big, deep, quiet eyes glittered with the call of battle. He pushed open the window and looked at the sky, which was cloudy and gloomy (mái). But he heard a thunder in the silence, Witwicki's poem "Warrior" is the cry that breaks the silence, which expresses the Polish people's desire to get rid of slavery and the revolutionary passion of the battle.
The wind is blowing outside the window and the clouds are rolling in. Chopin seemed to see the red flag flying, horses galloping (chěn), a note turned into a sword stabbing at the heart of the enemy. He turned around and leaned over to the writing desk, picked up the five-line score paper, and composed the poem "The Warrior". Composed by Chopin, Witwicki lyrics of this "Warrior" song as if it had wings as soon as in the Polish patriotic young people sang, this song inspired the Polish youth have thrown themselves into the revolutionary flood.
(2)
On the eve of the Polish revolution, Chopin's father decided to send the twenty-year-old Chopin abroad for a traveling performance. At the time, there was a trend in Europe where musical travel seemed to be the route to fame for musicians.
In early November 1830, Chopin's friends held a farewell party for him as he traveled abroad. At the party, his friends gave him a most precious gift: a silver cup filled with clay from his homeland. Chopin took this silver cup with him and left Warsaw for Vienna.
Just a week after Chopin's arrival in Vienna, news of the Warsaw Uprising broke. The Warsaw insurgents drove the Czarist Russian rulers out of Poland and set up their own government. Hearing this news, Chopin was shocked and delighted, before leaving his country, although he had a feeling that the revolutionary storm is coming, but he did not expect the situation to develop so rapidly, he wanted to rush back to the motherland to participate in the battle, but friends sent a letter to discourage, persuade him to use the art of the motherland in foreign countries to serve. After a fierce ideological struggle, he finally listened to the advice of his friends and stayed in Vienna for the time being. However, patriotic feelings make Xiao gang anxious (zhuó) uneasy, he wrote to his teacher Elsene's letter:
"I got the news from November 29 (that is, refers to the Warsaw Uprising) from the day, until now, in addition to worry and nostalgia, there is no other feeling.... ...As an artist - I am still in the cradle, and as a Pole - I have spent more than twenty years ...... "
The money Chopin had brought with him was running out, and he still had to give recitals to survive. As he sat down at the piano to play in his tuxedo and bow-tied shirt, all he could see before his eyes was his country in battle, his friends marching with their chests out. Chopin was so distressed that he returned to his apartment and struck the piano so hard that it thundered, giving vent to his anguish and deep concern for the future of the revolution.
Driven by this feeling, he wrote the "Harmonies in B minor (xuè)". Through this piano piece, Chopin confided his tender nostalgia for his motherland and his passion for fighting. This piece occupies a unique position in Chopin's works.
(3)
In July 1931, Chopin decided to leave Vienna and return to Poland. But when he was passing through Stuttgart, he suddenly received the tragic news of the failure of the Uprising and the fall of Warsaw. This unfortunate news broke Chopin's heart like a hammer. He walked back to the hotel alone, grief, anger made him restless, he paced around the room. Smoke filled the motherland, the fire in the sky of Warsaw, fell into a pool of blood insurrectionists ...... these scenes haunted (yíng) around Chopin, so that he could not rest. He closed his eyes in agony, his heart clenched.
It was dark, Chopin lit a candle and put it on the table, spread out his diary and waved his pen to write:
"...... Will the Moscow devils be the rulers of the world? They trample on the graves filled with thousands of dead bodies, they set fire (fén) to the city! Ah! Why can't I kill even one Moscow Ghost? ......"
He suddenly put down his pen, stood up, struck the piano as hard as he could, and shouted, "No. Poland will not die! Poland will not die! It will never die!"
He condensed this burning emotion in the notes, he poured out all the feelings of grief and anger on the piano, Chopin's piano piece "Etude in C minor" is created in this state of mind. This piece of music is sad and angry, impassioned, the tune suddenly rises, and suddenly falls sharply, emitting a fierce roar, like a horse in the waves of emotion in the fight, gallop. This piece of music is full of perseverance, strength and fearless heroism, so people usually call this piano piece "Revolutionary Exercises". In this piece of music, Chopin closely linked his own grief and anger with the fate of the motherland, showing the Polish nation's tenacious and unyielding will after the failure of the Warsaw Uprising. This is one of Chopin's famous masterpieces with a large impact. Because Chopin's music has strong patriotic feelings, reflecting the Polish people's love of freedom and the strong desire for national liberation, the famous German music critic Schumann rated Chopin's music very highly, saying, "Chopin's work is a cannon hidden in the flowers."
[Selected Stories]
On one occasion, a rich man held a grand banquet and invited many guests, especially inviting Chopin to the banquet. At the end of the banquet, the gentleman with a full brain pointed to Chopin, pointed to the piano, asked Chopin to play a song as the fruit of the meal. It dawned on Chopin that the rich man had invited him to the banquet for this purpose - to entertain the rich. Feeling that he had been greatly insulted, he said in a sarcastic tone, "So there is a price for the gentleman's inviting me to dinner. However, I eat very little." With that, he took out a wad of banknotes from his coat pocket and flung it on the table, "Here, this is my meal!" With that said, Chopin walked out with his head held high.
Chopin soon grew tired of the glittering, glamorous life of the Parisian upper class. He rarely gave public performances anymore. He missed his country and his relatives, and only when he gathered with his fellow Poles in exile in Paris did he feel comforted and happy. Mickiewicz, the brilliant Polish revolutionary poet, was a regular visitor to Chopin's apartment. Chopin described for us with great affection the scene when he met Mickiewicz:
"I saw Mickiewicz again ...... I knew why he had come, and I sat down at once to play the piano ...... recently. Once I played so long that I dared not turn around, but I heard him crying. When he left, I helped him put on his coat myself, so that the servants would not see his tears. Mitzkevich tenderly held my head, kissed me on the forehead, and uttered the first words of the whole evening, "Thank you, you have brought me to ......" No sooner had he finished, than the whimpering again stuffed his throat, and thus, suppressing the whimpering, he went away. "
How moving the account ah, it is the deep nostalgia for the motherland so that this pair of far from the motherland, drifting in a foreign country of Polish artists so heart to heart, formed a deep friendship.
[Patriotic Forum]
Patriotism and small things
Patriotism is a noble and sacred feelings, but not all manifested as brilliant and heroic action. Those little things sometimes better reflect this great spirit, but also more difficult for people to do.
Patriotism is not a boast of the performance of our ancestors, not a tirade (màn) scolding the incompetence of the countrymen, and not a hypocritical oath, make a lament; patriotism means a deep responsibility.
Patriotism means that you have to walk every day according to traffic rules, take the bus to buy tickets to have the spirit of initiative, not in the ballroom and soccer stadiums to start a "war", do not evade taxes, do not give the police to find trouble.
Patriotism means that you cherish tap water as if it were Moutai wine, treat food as if it were gold and pearls, don't snatch up merchandise, don't climb flowers and trees, and take care of public telephone booths, which means that you don't leave anything on the road except your footprints.
Patriotism means dressing neatly, talking elegantly and behaving properly; it means respecting the old and loving the young, being modest and courteous, and helping people enthusiastically; it means that you should always smile, so that other people can feel with you: Oh, life, how wonderful it is!
Patriotism means less whining and more sense of humor; less smoking and more buying of treasury bills; no mahjong, more healthy and useful books and magazines; less going down to restaurants and dance halls, more going to the savings office, and more going up to the podium; it means more harvesting of food and less production of babies.
Patriotism means that you know one more Chinese character every day, recite one more ancient poem, enjoy one more Chinese folk song, and learn more about the rich and brilliant culture of your country; it means reading the newspaper often, watching the news broadcast every day, and caring about your country all the time.
Patriotism means that when someone asks you for help, you will never disappoint him, but make him feel that he has not come to the wrong person.
Patriotism means that when the director does not take up more housing, when the director does not buy more cars, when the mayor walks to the school more, when the governor often to the countryside to see.
Patriotism means you have to endure the pain of overcoming your weaknesses from time to time to turn yourself into a popular and respectable Chinese.
If everyone did that, China would have the greatest progress and civilization in the world.
Patriotism requires doing small things, but even for small things one should talk less and do more. I think I've said enough, let's do it!
(Liu Xiaoxu)
[Stories with the same title]
I can't forget my motherland
In 1908, Soong Ching Ling was 15 years old. That year, she was sent by her parents to study in the United States and entered Wesleyan University for Women in Macon, Georgia.
Song Ching Ling was a quiet and contemplative girl. She studied very hard, especially when she thought of working for the poor people of her country in the future.
On one occasion, when the class was to discuss a problem in history, she carefully collected information, thought hard and made full preparation.
At the discussion, an American student stood up to speak. He said: "I think it is difficult to estimate the development of history. You see, those so-called ancient civilizations, such as China in Asia, have been eliminated by history. The hope of the people is in Europe, in America, in us ......"
At this point, Song Qingling, sitting in the front row, shook her head in disbelief. She locked her eyebrows and listened patiently to her American classmates' speeches.
Song Ching Ling stood up as soon as that classmate finished speaking. The classroom immediately quieted down, Song Qingling looked a bit agitated, but she still said in a soft voice: "History is indeed changing, but it always belongs to the hundreds of millions of people. China, with a history of five thousand years of civilization, has not been eliminated and cannot be eliminated. Some people say that China is like a sleeping lion, but it will never sleep forever. There will come a day when the roar of the sleeping lion of East Asia will shake the whole world! Because it has a vast land, hard-working people, a long history, rich produce, and countless revolutionary aspirants, who are fighting hard for its revitalization!"
The classroom resounded with applause. Everyone exclaimed, "Well said, convincing by reason." "How powerful these words are!"
Although Song Qingling was abroad, she was always concerned about the situation at home, and she often told her classmates, "I can't forget China, and I am full of ideals and hopes for my country!" (This article has been viewed 324 times)