So it's getting harder and harder to find a secluded place to practice my piano. I rode around almost every corner of Dongda University. In the early morning, in the evening, even when the sun was shining, tennis courts, peripheral tree-lined roads, plum gardens, orange orchards, Kowloon Lake ...
These places all have traces of my piano practice, and I like to practice my piano on wooden benches along the tree-lined roads most, so the sky is blocked and only a little bit shines.
it's been half a year since I bought the piano in March. I just wanted to learn a musical instrument on a whim, and I chose the most convenient and compact harmonica. The original intention was just to play, and I could perform properly in front of people by mastering one or two songs. It's beautiful to think of it.
My first harmonica was the Swan brand 24-hole polyphonic harmonica, in C key, with a dark black body, which was elegant and slender. I learned it by myself after I got it last semester.
Interest is the best teacher for anything. At first, I didn't know anything about playing the piano, and I blew it for a long time at random. Later, I slowly learned the simple music notation and practiced the single note. A person with no foundation in music theory came along by practicing the boring single note for half an hour every morning. Later, I learned songs from the simplest such as Happy Birthday, Little Star and Farewell. It is six o'clock.
that's what I experienced when I ran to the teaching building to practice the piano at six o'clock every day. When the security guard opened the door, I got in. As soon as the schoolbag was thrown, the door closed behind me, turned on a small light, found a window seat, opened the curtain to let the light in, and then took out the piano and began to practice.
An empty classroom, the window is still a little dark, the trees are swaying, and there are few people in the whole teaching building. In this environment, the piano sounds like nature, long and intoxicating.
Even so, I still didn't have much attainments on the harmonica last semester. I was half-baked and intermittent, but I knew some music but didn't like to play it. It was more like repeated practice. The only time I got up my courage to play it was the night when I went to Yuehe Ancient Town in Jiaxing, Zhejiang Province for social practice. I sat on the street waiting for people, talked about it in every way, took out the harmonica, blew a farewell song, and felt happy when I heard a passerby humming along.
But I still can't let go. I was so shy or shy about singing in public that I didn't dare to play loudly. Later, when I played "City of the Sky", I was so nervous that I didn't dare to make a sound when I got to the back. I was afraid that my companions would make jokes, and I left the piano in a despondent manner.
That night, walking on the road, clutching the piano tightly, one day, I must have the ability to play beautiful music, well, I swear.
Later, when I was teaching in Xingxing in the summer vacation, I saw Mao Mao again. He brought a guitar, which was one of the best players in the college. One night, we chatted for a long time, playing the guitar and singing together. From Mao Mao, I realized that music was born of interest. He practiced piano in an abandoned attic classroom, regardless of the heat without fan or air conditioning. He felt that kind of love again and again during the performance, watching related videos to find motivation and move forward.
I learned "Jingle Bells" in an afternoon, and then I was full of lively and moving melodies thinking about this Christmas. If it snows all over the sky and goes to the street to play a song "Edelweiss" and "Jingle Bells", wouldn't it feel like the whole world is frozen in music and soaked in sweet lightness?
I once watched a Taiwan Province harmonica master play the ending song of that flower on the computer. The rhythm of the piano was so light and moving that I couldn't believe it. At that time, I looked up the music on the Internet and tried to play it. It was really difficult to reach a certain level. I couldn't find the feeling after playing the first sentence for half an hour, and even thought sadly that I might never know this song.
Later, while learning other tracks, I listened to this piece of piano music whenever I had time, and practiced the first sentence whenever I had time.
Until one day, after I finished practicing Joe Hisaishi's "With You", I tried to play it again. The first paragraph was actually blown out heartily. Although I was flushed and a little out of breath, I succeeded. It felt really happy, like I won the first place in the exam when I was a child. Then I was filled with that song for a few days, and I couldn't help walking on the road without headphones.
I've forgotten how long I haven't wanted to do one thing wholeheartedly, and I have one more thing I love because I'm not doing my job properly. The sideline task of my life is really wonderful and fulfilling.
Today, the editor of Xuexue magazine confirmed my personal information and prepared to send me the remuneration. 11 yuan, after having fun, I went online and bought a ten-hole harmonica: hohner sp2 imported from Germany.
happier.
I know there are many people around me who don't care. They think the harmonica is not even a musical instrument, but a toy, especially my parents. They think it's just the green checkered harmonica that cost ten yuan in the last century, and it's just something for children to play with.
In fact, I have hardly received any applause for practicing the piano no matter how intoxicated I am, how much time I spend and how hard I work.
but I'd like to.
As long as each exercise is regarded as a performance for yourself and the world, and the melody of music, the fragrance and sensitivity of life are imprinted on your bones, the whole process is like unparalleled dance music, which is full of wonders, enough to turn ordinary life into magic.
So even if there are classes seven days a week and many subjects are confusing, I don't feel anxious and depressed. So when the club wants to publicize, I can't wait to roll up my sleeves and work in the library all day even though I am busy, and I will drink eight-treasure porridge and eat sausages at noon ...
Obviously, I can cope with many things casually, so I have to be so serious and fill up the time at the end of the day.
I woke up at six o'clock when there was no class in the morning.
Obviously, social practice has been done well, and it will definitely pass, but I still want to spend more time designing.
obviously, you don't have to do it yourself, but you still like to worry all the time.
maybe ... these feelings and burning enthusiasm were also ignited by my interest. After all, I can't bear to live up to the colorful and gorgeous days.
For me, whether it's writing, or the cartoon propaganda and creation that forgot to eat and sleep in the library today, or the harmonica, as well as the upcoming broadcasting and computer design ...
They are all art that makes people forget to eat and sleep.
Art is not for selling money, not for showing others, but for yourself.
the state of hysterical enjoyment, the sense of existence and satisfaction that one person is more important than the world.
it's fascinating.
I can leave this 985 school and live proudly, but I can't abandon writing, creation, music, painting and all my interests. In that case, what if I reach the peak of my life?
boring days, I don't want to live for a day.
this is me.