Music is not a collaboration of words and melody. It has a deeper side that benefits us a lot. Music has influenced me. Music has taught me the philosophy of life and enriched my after-school life. Now I will bring you an essay about flying on the wings of music. Let’s read it together! Chapter 1: Flying on the wings of music Composition
The afterglow of dusk casts into the house, which is warm but very quiet. Turn on the CD, piano music, Mendelssohn's "On the Wings of Singing", soothing, gentle, without impurities and excessive elaboration, simple and clear notes, overflowing in every corner of the room. Suddenly, I felt a pain in my chest. I didn't know where it came from, but it slowly sank down. My heart became a pile of fragments, and each piece had a shaking figure. It didn't matter who it was.
While typing on the keyboard, the silk fabrics of music are still flying, bright red and wrinkled, flying into the sky with the white doves. Yes, there is a whistle outside the house. In order to be in harmony with it, just like its name, stretch the wings of singing, rise and soar. So, I put aside the keyboard and walked toward nature, flowing water, broken bridges, and blue scenery.
I love life and I love this hometown where I was raised. I am flying in the air, enjoying the mountains of my hometown, the water of my hometown, and the green grass on the mountains and beside the pond. Even though it is winter now, I still hope that the grass will raise its head quickly, look at the day, and welcome the dew of spring with me, and dance together. So, I caress this green grass and this field, and I ponder, I have imagined countless dreams and tried hard to realize them.
In this time suitable for imagination, I know that I am far away from myself. I am just a light wind, I am just a mote of dust in the air, but I have a lot of breath of life, as well as songs, and the power of hugs from far and near. I kiss lakes and villages, and I hug every childish or calm face. The world is peaceful, tranquil and far-reaching.
There is no time at the height of flying. Time is just the prelude of the song, and the lyrics are sung with the heart. Riding on the wings of singing, the blue sea, blue sky, beach, coconut grove, and the cool breeze from the other side of the sea are condensed and glued to a painting on the wall. The oil stains are not yet dry, reflecting the golden twilight, and the heart is full of I sang hymns of praise, so I became happy with no reason and no end.
The music is still flowing, like a stream winding through the window, with mist steaming and lingering. Suddenly, a graceful and beautiful woman walked towards me. It was a pause, crystal clear, and exuding an alluring fragrance. I saw that the thick black hair was floating behind her, swaying as she pleased, while the surroundings were... It became quiet, and even the birds stopped singing. However, she continued to sing. It was nothing more than a slight vibration in the lake of her heart, a beautiful stop in her longing.
My thoughts drifted back, and there was still the sound of your footsteps in my ears. Also, that appointment with you in heaven made me look brand new. I stand at the window and look far away. Ideals and loftiness, everything, are running so reasonably in the process of realization. What I see is always hope and exhilarating laughter.
The song is pure. The black and white keys rise and fall. Once they rise, there is a beauty that occurs when the steel rope trembles. It finally becomes a chapter, the essence of a narrative. Continuously heavy or light, dense or loose, it is just a dream, the snowless winter you fall into after closing your eyes, not far from spring, and connected with goodwill.
Just let the song continue, just let it repeat over and over again, don’t stop, don’t close. It's just a machine, but it can create a burst of emotion and endless imagination. It's good to be able to imagine, even if we know that after traveling around, we still have to return to this origin, to the place where we originally started. This is not heaven, which lacks the original taste of innocence and authenticity. This is not hell either. After all, here, we can ride on the wings of singing.
Just fly high with me, white feathers, holy light, in this dusk, we are looking for the starry sky and the happy sheep! Chapter 2: Flying on the wings of music
In today's society, the competition for jobs in all walks of life is fierce. People are exhausted physically and mentally and are more eager to reduce their psychological burden. I use the "piano room" as a "psychological adjustment room" and the piano as a "stress reducer" to regulate my own tension. My nerves, under the constant conditioning of music, gradually become more balanced.
Colleagues often envy me for cultivating a "tenth-level piano boy", but they don't know that in the past eight hours, I was always busy supervising my daughter to practice piano, but I became "tone deaf". Now my daughter finally stops competing with me for the piano, so that I can have time to sit on the piano and catch up on this lesson. Squeezing in the time between going to work before nine o'clock in the morning every day is a great time for me to learn the piano.
Opening the piano that has been sealed for a long time, facing the 88 black and white keys that I have been with day and night, expressing all kinds of feelings to the best of my ability, is there really a way to hide in a small building and become one, regardless of spring and summer? Autumn and winter? feeling. Unknowingly, from that era's "Ussuri Barcarolle", "Friendship Is Priceless", "Holding Hands" to "Wish You Peace", "Tomorrow Will Be Better", and "Into a New Era".
My daughter often laughs at me: The left-hand accompaniment smells bad?! After a period of time and effort, I was finally able to reach the level of self-pleasure as I wished.
Over time, these tunes flowed from my hands unconsciously, and I never got tired of playing them a thousand times a day. It was like bathing in the spring breeze in March, giving me an ethereal feeling.
And what’s very good is that I did all this at will while memorizing music scores. When you are happy, you can still play and sing without any scruples, hoist your voice, roar, play, and when you are tired, you will be satisfied and reluctant to close the piano cover after you have had enough fun. Facing the rising sun, go to work confidently and take on new challenges.
Every time my sister sees our family exchanging skills around the piano, her eyes show longing many times. Finally one day, my sister also had a "Pearl River" brand piano at her home. From then on, my elder sister, who was over 40 years old, started learning from Doremi like a primary school student with concentration.
My daughter Xiuxiu, a tenth-grade piano boy, has become the best music instructor. All the piano learning methods that the teacher once taught her are now put to use by her daughter. Just like how Teacher Huang of Suzhou University taught her, when my daughter teaches, she is so meticulous that she won’t allow you to slack off:
Your left-hand accompaniment is too heavy, please be lighter?;? Pay attention. , this is a rest, it needs to be stopped for a quarter beat?;
?This is a vibrato, it needs to be expressed briskly?
If anyone makes a mistake, you can hear her shouting without hesitation, "Stop?!" She must be very precise in her instruction, and every move is like a "little teacher"?! Who can believe that she is just a talent? 12 year old kid. Don’t be dissatisfied, only those who are capable can be teachers!
On this year’s Qingming Festival, we decided to hold a family concert to commemorate my father in our own special way.
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My husband Jian, who played the violin in college and fascinated many female classmates, skillfully used the violin to present a song "Morning Thoughts" to his father; the brother-in-law showed his best Bass, I sang "Farewell" to express my feelings;
Not to be outdone, I sang "Devotion of Love" first, and then played the four-hand song "Beyond the Pavilion, Ancient Road" with my sister in perfect harmony. Beside, the grass is green and the sky is green. My niece Jing, who just entered the international class of Suzhou Senior High School, played her newly learned song "My Family is So Lovely" for us on the guitar. Chapter 3: Flying on the wings of music
Put on the headphones and listen to the lyrical music. I think this should be the most enjoyable moment now. The singing always makes people intoxicated and forgets everything. In this world, it seems that we can get rid of all worries. After all, the third key to unlock human wisdom is called musical notes. Just like Tao Yuanming's leisurely and elegant way of staying away from the world and farming in the fields. This kind of fun may be what we are pursuing. The lofty realm.
In the colorful world of music, the release of emotions will always bring up a picture in people's minds, joy, pain, happiness, persistence, and yearning? Michael Jackson, his music The reason why he is so popular is that he integrates his emotions into music. This emotion is sublimated and perfected in singing, bringing people not only a melody, but more of the feeling in their hearts. Feelings. Jay Chou's songs always set off a craze, probably because most of his life is occupied by music, so his understanding of music will be deeper and more comprehensive, and he will know how to express his emotions in music and gain the audience's attention. *Ming?
The intersecting emotions in life can be soothed in music, so that our souls can be purified. Use music to understand life and feel the joys and sorrows; use music to express enthusiasm, tell the joys and sorrows, use music to infect others, discover the beauty of life, and understand the true meaning of life.
Life is like a piece of music, with beating notes, perfect chapters, and unique performances, which constitute our colorful life. The world of music is fascinating because its charm attracts everyone. audience.
The atmosphere of learning is always tense. It does not have the vitality, comfort and calmness of music. In the midst of busyness, we need music to comfort ourselves who are tired. I want to fly to the deep blue sky that belongs to me on the wings of music and enjoy it here. Splurge, roam to your heart’s content, release to your heart’s content?