I persevere, I gain
Xu Tianyi, Class 6-7, Shimei Primary School, Changshu City
"The city of Yucheng is pillowed at the foot of the mountains, and the seven streams flow like strings." The ancient city of Changshu has a special karmic relationship with the guqin. The seven streams in the city are horizontally aligned and merge into the main north-south river channel, just like a guqin. Growing up in such an environment, I unknowingly fell in love with the guqin and was fascinated by its mystery and solemnity. During the summer vacation when I was in the second grade to the third grade, my mother hired a teacher for me, and my career of learning the qin began.
When I first started, Mr. Yin taught me only the two fingerings of "hooking and picking", and asked me to practice each of them 200 times a day. The first two days, I still seriously play, but to the third day, I feel that learning the guqin is too boring, yelling "do not learn", my mother heard, immediately frowned, said sternly: "Xu Tianyi, you count your a **** learn a few days of the piano? Only two days to learn you want to give up? You learn the piano before is not sworn to learn the piano in the future will be good? You have to be persistent in everything you do, including playing the piano! If you can't even stick to this, you shouldn't learn." Listening to my mother's words, I silently into the study, seriously play the piano, and determined to persist.
After a few lessons, Mr. Yin decided to teach me to press the strings, which is done by pressing a piece of flesh on the right side of the thumb firmly on the string and dragging it. I gently dragged the string as required, and it hurt! You know, the strings are like steel wires, how can you scratch the wires with your flesh without pain? It was as if there was a sharp knife cutting my fingers fiercely, and my fingers were connected to my heart. I stopped and wanted to rest for a while, but Mr. Yin said, "Keep going, you have to be persistent and persevere in playing the piano, and it won't hurt if you wear out your calluses." I had to continue practicing, I endured the pain, tears in my eyes. "Hiss!" I couldn't help but scream out, and when I looked down, my fingers were already bleeding! Seeing my fingers bleeding, Teacher Yin told me to stop, but still told me to practice more every day. The next morning, as soon as I woke up, I realized that a callus had grown on my hand!
Now, I have been learning the qin for three years. In the process of learning the guqin, I have felt the depth of the culture of the guqin. In "Wine Frenzy", I got to know Ruan Ji, a talented man who feigned madness in drunkenness and staggered in grief and anger; in "Phoenix", I heard for the first time the ancient story of Sima Xiangru finding his soulmate Zhuo Wenjun with the sound of the zither more than 2,000 years ago. I know that the moonlight in Guanshan Yue, which shines on the warriors guarding the border, is bleak; the moonlight in Liangxiao Lianxue is pale, pouring down on people like water, bringing them a beautiful night; the moonlight in Autumn Wind Lyrics is sad because the favorite person is far away ...... a zither song, I will experience A spiritual communication with the ancients. (Article reading network: )
Looking back carefully, in the three years of learning the qin, there are tears, laughter, joy, tension ...... I not only got the artistic cultivation, sharpened the will, but also felt the infinite charm and deep connotation of traditional Chinese culture.
2. Listen to a famous song to write an essayOne of my favorite famous songs
I'm going to jam the throat of destiny, and it will never be able to overwhelm me completely.
The four movements are well-structured, concise, vivid, emotional, grandiose, and full of strong artistic influence - it is composed of it - the Symphony of Fate.
The opening four notes, strong and heavy, that is, fate is knocking on the doors and windows, seems to be with a vague sense of trepidation. A bright Allegro, scherzo style runs through the first movement, driving the music forward. The vigorous and courageous tune reflects Beethoven's strong will to challenge the feudal forces with indignation. The horn with the horn tone changed from the fate motive, gentle, lyrical, beautiful, seems to tell Beethoven's desire and pursuit of happiness and a better life. Gradually, the transpositions began to become more frequent, which was the fate motive breaking in again.
When the first movement gradually tends to end, panic and anxiety and gentle soothing in the music, bring me to the magnificent and unstoppable momentum, I do not know, a hundred years ago, Beethoven, whether it is also in such an exciting mood interpretation of his people overcoming the darkness of the strong will of the song and the conviction of victory?
The second movement opens with a slightly faster cadenza, a variation on a double theme. The bouncy rhythms and undulating melody are lyrical and serene, and the hero's optimism and the confidence and strength to further the struggle gained from contemplation are on full display at this moment. The cellos and basses sound a leaping tone, while the violins sigh hopelessly. In the third movement, destiny is still threatening, and the first stage of the duel is still won by fate. But the darkness will pass and the dawn is at hand. With the dance theme played by the bass strings, the uplifting section is slowly played, which symbolizes the confidence and optimism of the people's struggle against the forces of darkness. The orchestra's range is increasing, the sound is strengthening, and an unstoppable force leads the music directly into the glorious finale.
The majestic triumphal march, the tune is brilliant, both and joyful, it is the immense joy of the people's victory. Far from the sound of the fate of the intimidating sound, but has been a lingering, can no longer stop the tide of history. Brilliant, bright tunes once again sounded, rows of mountains, the people after the struggle finally won the victory of the incomparable joy, at this moment, it is difficult to use words to describe. This duel with destiny finally ended in a complete victory for the light.
This is the Symphony of Fate, soaring, stirring, inspiring. This song in the full of life trials and tribulations, endure physical and spiritual double injury, to the fate of the challenge and cry, is the lonely speech, is the disease ***, is the indignation of the vent, is the life of the tortured question!
From Beethoven's music, I read out his tenacity, the fight against misfortune, and more by Beethoven strangled the throat of fate, with music to reshape the life of the indomitable spirit of deep shock!
I love it - Symphony of Fate. It is it taught me optimism, taught me perseverance, never retreat in front of fate. Difficulties and failures are not terrible, as long as I can persevere in the struggle, never say die, more hardship, will become my stepping stone to success; as long as I can be persistent, unswerving, I am forever strong!
3. I love the guqin essay 500 wordsDifferent forms of music usually come from different cultures. If Baroque music is a symbol of Western classical, rock and roll is a product of fast food culture, then I'm afraid that the only thing that can represent China's 5,000 years of long culture is the guqin of Yu Bo Ya and Zhong Ziqi. Listening to the sound of the strings of the guqin, a deep but floating out of the world will immediately occupy your mind, as if all the clamor has been far away, only the soul in the acceptance of a baptism.
It can be said that the guqin is the classical culture of the Chinese children for thousands of years. This cultural accumulation also determines the elegance of the guqin. Wandering in the music of guqin, you seem to hear the voice of Confucius under the apricot altar, the argument of Laozi by the Xiguan, the roar of Sun Wu by the Yangtze River, and Han Fei's orders in Xianyang. Everything is like a song, but it cannot be separated from the accompaniment of the guqin. The ancient Chinese culture is in the accompaniment of the guqin, the twists and turns of the song to the present.
But now, the accompaniment of the song can not be heard. The songs of ancient Chinese culture have been buried with the guqin's accompaniment in a tidal wave of other colors of music. Rap, rock, and hip-hop have taken over, and the faint sound of the guqin has been drowned out in a sea of foreign music.
I choose to stay in my memories and continue to swim with the songs of ancient culture and the accompaniment of the guqin***. I also from time to time as Fan Zhongyan helplessly said "Weiss people, I who with the return?" Unfortunately, no one paid attention. When the sound of the guqin in the headphones is covered by the music outside, I will go back to the pure land of ancient culture that I constructed by myself, and go back to the ancient time to listen to the ancient culture sing to me. When the tide of ridicule, ridicule, I can only pretend to Nietzsche's "walk your own way, do not care what others say" to chat ***. A local writer said that memories are poisonous, and that's probably true - I'm out of step with the times because I can only listen to ancient cultures sing.
The last of the guqin, no longer able to sing for the world - it wants to sing, but by the reality of the bruises all over the body. Perhaps the song of ancient culture has died with the wind? Or maybe it has been pushed out of the mainstream by the waves of the great river going east? Or is it like a sunset that is about to set in the west - it can only end up gently sprinkling the beautiful afterglow with blood on the ground, and then fall into the deep darkness?
I don't know. But the song will never die in my heart, because I, like it, will never succumb to the current.
Last Guru, may you still have the chance to sow your voice into the world again, so that it may blossom once more.
Timeless in poetic song
A musical extravaganza began to unfold as the heavy rain fell from the heavens to earth. The rain washes away the chaos and clamor of the world with its song, and a firm figure stands by the river ......
Less than three months after leaving the fallen Yingdu, you have grayed your temples. Exiled in Jiangnan, your thoughts are still cohesive in your king, your people, even if the environment here is quiet, you can sing in poetry; even if there are flowers and grass here you love, you can praise with the poetry of the song, but you are still attached to your people, your king. Under the oil lamp, there is always the sound of heavy breathing in the air - so firm, so persistent.
You sang, feeling the river winds of fall and winter as you crossed the Xiangshui. You have been to Chenyang, looking up at the towering peaks - if not for the pavilion midnight, not see the sun and moon. But even more beautiful scenery still triggered your sigh - lamenting the lack of joy in my life, alone in the mountains, you once again in the melody of the flow of sorrow.
You eulogize the Jiangnan spring colorful, mugwort refreshing, birds fly freely. The car driver drove the car toward the far side of the rush away, you again a burst of soul, can not help but chant - my king, please ride the piebald to gallop Ruoxi, come to my road Fu first road.
Rhetoric scroll by scroll high stacked up, your song constantly in the poetic flow of indignation, your rhetoric tells me that although you in the loyal and see doubt, faith and see expulsion, benevolence and be slandered under, you are still thinking of your king, your people, so firm. The "HU Jiangli and Pai Zhi Ruoxi, sewing autumn orchids to wear" you in the poetic song wandering, you bend down, picking a tender herb, your sorrow in the melody of the remote
4. The ancient Qin a dream essayIt is an ancient Qin, is a good ancient Qin - - Rosewood wood carved on the wood, the ancient Qin, the ancient Qin, the ancient Qin, the ancient Qin, the ancient Qin, the ancient Qin, the ancient Qin, the ancient Qin, the ancient Qin, the ancient Qin, the ancient Qin, the ancient Qin, the ancient Qin, the ancient Qin, the ancient Qin.
It lies quietly in the window, see around the companion changed again and again, it is always waiting for their own master. Spring and autumn, flowers blossom and fall ...... Finally one day, here comes a young zither master - this person dressed in plain robes, head tied a round hair bun, face clean.
The qin master surveyed the qin store for a week, his eyes rested on the corner of the crooked ancient zither, eyes bright, seems to look through the thick dust to the wooden qin connotation of the aura, that many years of breeding into the dust did not stop the qin master's discerning eye. He slowly walked over and carefully took it out, his hands trembling with joy, gently brushed off the dust on it, embraced it, and gently caressed the taut strings on it.
For many years, it was the first time to be touched by someone, but I never thought that it would play such a heavenly music - heavy bass, mellow alto, and crisp soprano, each note is so rounded and full, the length of each syllable is so just right. When listening, I feel that the sky and the earth are rotating, gradually intersecting, and suddenly two phoenixes jumped out of the chaos, a silver and a golden one, with a body full of tassels, interlacing and flying, and gradually merging together, turning into a golden waterfall rushing down from a high place, gradually thinning and slowing down, becoming a gurgling stream ...... immersing people in a piece of meditation.
The end of a song, the qin master bought this qin, out of the qin store, stop traveling, secluded in the world, and the qin as a friend, with the book and ink as a companion, not put down. So, the beautiful sound of the piano echoed in the deep forest all day long, sometimes happy, sometimes sad, sometimes distant, sometimes short, each different, but similar to each other, any one of them can become a masterpiece, all for the essence.
When the qin master gradually old, zitan carved on the pattern also gradually dim, the qin master know, since I can no longer accompany the old friend. Bitterness is bitter! Only this zither is difficult to give up.
Just as Bai Juyi's poem describes, "The seven strings are friends, the two ears are soulmates. The only friend who can solve the problem is the zither.
Outside the forest of the turbulent society, who will inherit this skill? The only way to get to the top of the list is to get to the top of the list, and to get to the top of the list. He let out a long sigh and couldn't help but weep, hugging the zither even tighter. He wiped his tears, placed his fingertips on top of the strings, and played hard, a song of sadness, such as sniffing tears, such as a song, bleak and sad, a piece of sadness.
Each movement is long and trembling, slightly cacophonous but without losing style, from static to dynamic, static and dynamic combination, suddenly fingertip fiddling fast, notes like hemp. This song is long but no repetitive syllables, if someone listen to the tears will be able to flicker.
Suddenly, "bang" sound, the strings broke, the sound of the piano came to an abrupt end, leaving only the echoes of the party and the strings of the wobbling, the piano master holding the mutilated zither, suddenly grieved to the extreme, a long sigh, running away from the Yellow Springs, leaving behind half a lifetime of regret. Looking out the window, the bleak wind and rain, yellow flowers withered, no half of the radiance left, all emaciated.
...... ...... The last zither master played this piece of music did not finish playing, after all, did not find who to inherit. Who can't realize the mystery, can't experience the qin master's state of mind at that time.
The poignant, sad, sad, sad, and empty. No one can tell its connotation, can't use the language to express the unparalleled language, can't reproduce its wonderful.
Thus, the zither master that unfinished sad song is called by those who can never understand the descendants - extinct song. Dongying Shengli First Middle School Junior High School: winged oranges.
5. One of my favorite ancient style songs to listen to essay 800 words" Get up, people who do not want to be slaves, build our flesh and blood into our new Great Wall 、、、、、、"
This is the national anthem of our People's Republic of China*** and the country, the original name of which is [ The March of the Bravehearts ]
Whenever we Whenever we hear this song, we will recall the past history of our motherland being invaded and oppressed, and the Eight-Nation Allied Forces seized Beijing and burned, killed and robbed, doing no evil. The Japs massacred people in Nanjing and practiced the "Three Lights" policy in the anti-Japanese revolutionary bases, which was even more unspeakable. At the same time also recalled the predecessors in the sword with all the invaders fight wisdom and courage, not afraid to throw their heads and spill their blood, braving enemy fire, courageous, sworn to drive the invaders, the spirit of the defense of the motherland.
Whenever we sing this song, we will think of danger in times of peace, and cheer up the spirit, and strive to learn scientific and cultural knowledge, in order to protect
The great motherland, the prosperity and strength of the motherland and struggle.
This song song is high and exciting, motivating, firm and powerful, in the war to inspire people to unite as one, the courage to go forward, the spirit of death to protect the motherland. In the study to encourage us to study hard, do not forget the shame of history, to build the motherland into a prosperous and powerful country. So I like this song the most.
Ah, I like this song, I like our great country even more.
6. Listen to a song to write an essayI. Essay on music 1, the flavor of music human feelings rich and sensitive, a little bit of life will pluck our heartstrings, triggering the initial human touch and want.
So there is music, music has become our best way of catharsis, music, every jumping note, are our inner world flaunted to the fullest, alive and well. Music can be confided in, there are confidants will have a listener, with a delicate and gentle heart to listen to that piece of boundless vast inner world, and music *** ups and downs, and music behind the heart of the same sorrow **** bitter, enjoy every jumping notes carried by the sweet and sour.
I would like to be a listener, a surface silent, inner fervor of the listener. Harmonious and beautiful afternoon, a person sitting alone in front of the window, tasting a cup of tea, put on a delicate headphones began to fly freely in the world of music, into that or low and melodious, or *** surging song left, open the singer's tightly covered heart, to feel his rich and colorful inner world.
In their music, perhaps we can find their own shadow, although the drift trance, but also let a person feel friendly and warm. Perhaps we are not like Zhong Ziqi and Yu Bo Ya, in a wonderful song of high mountains and flowing water in the interpretation of the highest state of friendship, and ultimately tied into a musical confidant, but at least, my new can be there to look for a short period of time to live in, have a moment of tranquility, produce spiritual **** sound, get the soul of the solace.
Music is like a never-ending lyrical poem, always leaving a long echo and infinite reverie, the aftermath of the sound, aftertaste. Listening to music is a kind of enjoyment, it is not only in the heart of the haunting, but also in the heart of the echo, it enlightens us, let us rejoice and encouragement, boiling blood.
Music gives us another world, a want to be as big as the world, where we can put aside all the worries and troubles, happy growth. Although the world of music is remote, but overflowing with ***, although plain, but full of fragrance, although distant, but blooming full of moving.
Let our hearts collide in the world of music, striking a brilliant spark, in your heart and mine long open invincible. Walk with the music gently, press the button, quietly, let the music trickle into my heart. Toggle the wheel, let me and the wind outside the window *** with the feeling of the music of the majesty of the robust and lingering sentimental. Listen to the mountains, listen to the rushing water. I realize the rhythm of music and the beauty of life. The strings are plucked and the tones flow out, forming a song, saying a section of the old love.
Stop at the temple of music and feel the majesty of the bells; the lingering rain and mist; the activation of hail; and the elegance of the white snow of spring.
Bing's life is no longer lonesome because of the two springs reflecting the moon, and wash Xinghai's life is no longer pale because of the March of the Volunteers.
Music, gave me faith in life. Feel Chopin's heart, pouring a cavity of patriotic ***; feel Beethoven's heart, compose the idyllic song, impact the door of fate; feel Tchaikovsky set up a carriage, in the quiet of the lake stopped to enjoy the swan's dance.
Bach's music, romantic and elegant, reflecting the style of a distant era, bursting with the heritage of ancient civilization; Schumann's serenade, quiet and elegant, soothe the restless mind, so that you are one with nature, feel the mystery of nature; Beethoven's Symphony of Fate, impassioned, stimulating, feel the blood boiling.
Feel the sound of heavenly music, clarify the mind, so that life is enlightened.
7. Listen to a song to write an essayFirst, about the music of the composition 1, the taste of music The human feelings are rich and sensitive, a little bit of life will be touched by our heartstrings, triggering the initial human touch and desire.
So there is music, music has become our best way of catharsis, music, every jumping note, are our inner world of the best, alive and well. Music can be confided in, there is a confidant will have a listener, with a delicate and gentle heart to listen to the boundless expanse of the inner world, and music *** ups and downs, and behind the music of the heart of the same sorrow **** bitter, to enjoy the sweet and sour borne by each beating note.
I would like to be a listener, a silent surface, the inner fervor of the listener. Harmonious and beautiful afternoon, a person sitting alone in front of the window, sipping a cup of tea, put on a delicate headphones to start in the world of music to fly freely, into that either low and melodious, or *** surging song left, open the singer's tightly covered heart, to feel his rich and colorful inner world.
In their music, we may be able to find their own shadow, although it is vague and indistinct, but also let a person feel friendly and warm. Maybe we can't be like Zhong Ziqi and Yu Bo Ya, in a beautiful song of high mountains and flowing water in the interpretation of the highest state of friendship, and finally ended up as a musical confidant, but at least, my new can be there to look for a short period of time to live in, have a moment of peace, and produce a spiritual **** sound, to get the soul of the solace.
Music is like a never-ending lyric, always leaving a long echo and infinite reverie, the sound of the aftermath, the aftertaste. Listening to music is a kind of enjoyment, it is not only in the heart of the haunting, but also in the heart of the reverberation, it enlightens us, let us rejoice and encouragement, boiling blood.
Music gives us another world, a world that is as big as we want it to be, where we can put aside all our worries and troubles and grow up happily. The world of music, though remote, is full of ***, though plain, but full of fragrance, though distant, but blooming full of moving.
Let our hearts collide in the world of music, striking a brilliant spark, in your heart and mine long bloom undefeated. Walking with music Gently, press the button, quietly, let the music trickle into my heart. Let me and the wind outside the window **** with the feeling of the music of the majesty of the robust and lingering sentimental. Listen to the mountains, listen to the water. I realize the rhythm of music and the beauty of life. The strings are plucked, flowing out of the melodious tone, the formation of a song of good sound, said a section of the old love.
Stop at the temple of music and feel the majesty of the bells; the rain and mist; the activation of hail; and the elegance of the white snow of spring.
Bing's life is no longer lonely because of the two springs reflecting the moon, and Wash Xinghai's life is no longer pale because of the March of the Volunteers.
Music has given me faith in life. Feeling Chopin's heart, pouring out a mouth of patriotism ***; feeling Beethoven's heart, composing an idyllic song, impact on the door of destiny; feeling Tchaikovsky set up a carriage, stopping to enjoy the swan's dance on the shore of a quiet lake.
Bach's music, romantic and elegant, reflecting the style of a distant era, bursting with the heritage of ancient civilization; Schumann's serenade, quiet and elegant, soothing the restless mind, so that you and nature as one, feel the mystery of nature; Beethoven's Symphony of Fate, impassioned, stimulating, feel the blood boiling.
Feel the music of the sky, clarify the mind, make life enlightened.
8. Listening to guzheng music imaginative essayExample
Today, I appreciated a famous piano piece called "Piccolo for Shepherd Boys", which made me roam around and be mesmerized by the sea of music.
This piano piece is lilting and self-effacing. Listening to this wonderful piano music, I seem to be deep in it, and my mind seems to have traveled to the unrestrained, fast and free life in the countryside.
Early in the morning, the sun opened, sleepy eyes, I led my big yellow cow, took my straw hat to a boundless big field. I played my beloved piccolo, humming a cheerful tune, its on the back of the bull. The melodious flute drifted in the sky, the birds in the attractive trees for me to sing; two butterflies dancing beside me, like two little elves for the tune; the fish in the creek are also in groups, spitting bubbles, like a group of enthusiastic spectators in the applause for me.
The rhythm of the piano music became light and joyful at this time. I rode the big yellow ox to a crystal clear stream, jumped off the ox's back, and while the ox was drinking, cupped my hand and splashed water on the ox's back. It shook its head and wagged its tail, as if glaring at me, and shook the water from its body, and the yellow ox and I played and frolicked in the stream.
The rhythm became soothing again. When I was tired of playing, I rested against a big tree. It was dusk, the sun had gone down, and I played my melodious flute and returned home exhausted with the yellow ox.
This mesmerizing piano piece is over, but the sound of the piano is still in my mind for a long time, is that I feel the carefree, free atmosphere of the countryside, and the pastoral children of that kind of simplicity, freedom, harmony, and happy life is also enviable.
9. to hear a song to write an essayThere are millions of songs in the world, each song has a story behind it. So far, there is still a song hovering in the bottom of my heart, every time I remember, I feel inexplicably melancholy. I, for one, understand that song.
I went to Lijiang on vacation. I sat on the plane longing, longing for this piece of paradise in my heart. The civilization and landscape here is so old, you can definitely find an original simplicity.
We first landed at the very edge of the old city, where lives one of the oldest Naxi family. Just as we arrived, we heard singing coming from the house. Strange lyrics, strange tune, but a strange sadness. I stood outside, transfixed by the sound. When the singing stopped a little, we knocked on the door and went in, and the owner stood up in a panic and politely asked us to sit down. I asked the owner, "What does that song mean?" The master froze for a moment, shook his head: "elegy ......" I do not know why, but see the Naxi old lady's face, strange sadness filled in her every wrinkle between ...... indistinctly , seemed to hear her humming that song again.
Walking Lijiang, but found that I can not find the feeling in my heart. That should be quietly situated in the world outside the smoke and dust of the ancient town, that should be beautiful mountains and water, simple folk style of the ancient town, that should be wafted far camel *** of the ancient town, now, but by the crowded crowd stepped on the foot. I stood in front of a store that was, well, out of the way, but the reason that made me stop was that the owner of the store was also singing, and singing the same song. I walked into the store, which was covered in strange symbols. A quiet symbol that was clearly still, yet seemed to have a voice, telling something. "These are the ancient Naxi script, in addition to me, not many people will really write, really can write the word rhyme ......" under the calm words, I vaguely heard a kind of melancholy and sadness.
Walking in the crowded streets, my heart has been echoing that song, seems to suddenly understand the meaning of the song. It was lamenting, lamenting for a lost civilization.
There was a row of ancient houses in front of me, but hardly anyone visited them. I walked over. That is a row of ancient houses covered with tiles, I stroked those tiles, the rough cold feeling is to tell a section of civilization is gradually being forgotten? How many houses still have traces of tiles on the street? I stroked, stroked, touched a piece of tile, issued by the sound of that crisp ringing, with a hint of tremor, actually with that ancient Naxi people sing the melody of the song together ......
The return trip, I have been echoing in my mind the song, strange lyrics, strange tune, I understand the strange sadness. Yes, it's an elegy, lamenting a lost civilization. I love this song that touches my heart, though I don't know why, just as I don't understand why an unprecedented sadness wells up in my heart when I touch those tiles.
Time will take everything away. The melody of this song will eventually disappear. The ancient culture that has survived the vicissitudes of life is also in danger of disappearing. At that time, what should we take to prove that period of time toddling through the years, to mourn the lost civilization? There is a girl, had a sadness and joy because of this song, she listened to the song that tells of the several generations of the sinking and floating, with the back of the song, that ancient civilization.
10. Listen to the feelings of a song Essay"Liang Zhu"
Liang Zhu song, since before listening to countless times, high school had a period of self-study is always accompanied by this song, and often the initial intention is to regulate the boring study, a few minutes later but stopped the hand of the homework, lying on the table to listen to music only. So on this track, I have their own preliminary understanding, very very happy, the teacher will be every detail is explained in detail, when *** read *** play, when to chase and play, when to mutual love, when to resist marriage and disobedience, when I found the teacher will be in my head is a fuzzy understanding of the clarity of the language, the heart of the novelty and excitement of the time is really hard to say.
The first part of the flute plays a lively and beautiful melody that makes people feel relaxed and naturally associated with the beautiful outdoor scenery of birds and flowers and butterflies dancing. In the middle, there is a section of the most relaxed and lively rhythm in the whole music, which is said to be imitated by the woodwinds and the solo violin, conveying a very bright mood, and it seems that we can see the happy time when Liang and Zhu were having fun and studying together in the same classroom.
The rapid rhythm of the ensuing antiphonal part and the atmosphere of anxiety it creates make people's moods heavy and anxious, and I am sorry that I am not sensitive enough to the instruments to analyze clearly the role they play.
The most classic and heartwarming part of the show is the cry of the dead. The music suddenly turns sharply downward, impassioned and decisive, the tuba and cello continue to play in unison, the tone of grief and anger, tense rhythm, a profound depiction of Yingtai's grief in front of Shanbo's new grave to cry out the sky, then, drums, boards, gongs, bowls, seems to be like a mirror to see a big change in the color of the sky, the grave collapsed, Yingtai took off her wedding clothes, wearing white mourning clothes, without hesitation to throw themselves into the grave. At that moment, the heart really trembled, y appreciate the destruction of feudal forces, but also touched by the true meaning of love and greatness.
"True love, even if you are poor, even if the many evil forces of obstruction, still for each other, and still do not leave." And think about today's love, has been mixed with too many factors and no longer pure, straight call people cold.