1. As clear as water
If I hadn’t heard Bandari’s music by chance, I don’t think I would have been able to experience that kind of soul being penetrated by smart melody throughout my life. Deep feeling; if I hadn't been obsessed with the beautiful dream created by Bandari with vivid musical notes, I would have thought that the good dreams in the world that I don't want to wake up from are just wishful thinking.
When the soothing and moving melody of "First Snow" was like clear water, slowly flowing through my eardrums, blood, and consciousness, and finally settling in the depths of my soul, I was speechless and my mind was empty. Four words suddenly flashed across my mind: I regret meeting you too late.
Yes, it’s the first time I really understand the meaning of the word, “I hate meeting you late”. Many people are entangled in hate and night, because time will never turn around and give people a little bit of compassion. So for some feelings and some things, you can't start over again if it's too late. But my eyes fell on the first two words, meeting each other, being able to meet each other is enough, and the rest will be left to my soul to slowly make up for it.
The charm of spring, the four seasons are headed by spring. Any desolate desolate land, as long as there are the footsteps of spring, will also become a green "Spring Field", with the ethereal piano sound and the flute. The unique melancholy is Bandari's "Spring Fields". Can you imagine, in the endless wilderness, take a deep breath, take all the pure and freshness of the spring wilderness into your oxygen-deprived lungs, lie on the grass, look up, and see the lazy clouds swimming freely in the light blue sky? , gradually handing your heart into the gentle palm of nature... Every time you listen to "Spring Fields", no matter how noisy the environment is, your heart can be brought into eternal tranquility.
The Spring Evening is quiet, and the night is also a beautiful scenery. In the Weiyang night, along the winding road, "Along the Night", you can walk into the extreme of nature and feel the true self slowly peeling off from the cocoon. Come out, in the almost lonely silence, listen to the breeze blowing from the deepest starting point, blowing away the tangled hair and smoothing the wrinkled soul.
The voice of summer, summer is the dry season, the sun is like fire in June, and the wind has disappeared. At this time, the seaside is the best choice, with gentle sea breeze, comfortable beach, and white Nikko, on the Nikko Coast, you can stretch your bare feet into the blue sea water and enjoy the coolness of the water and the refreshing feeling of being kissed by the hot skin. Such willfulness makes people unable to help but return to "Childhood" "Childhood" is my favorite song in "Sunshine Coast". "Childhood", in addition to the usual silence and nature in Bandari's music, is more melancholy. I think, what "Childhood" expresses Feelings are actually about remembrance! The beauty of childhood can only be recalled in the bottom of my heart, and lost things cannot be found. Therefore, recalling childhood is inevitably sentimental.
Xia Linshen, "Fantasy" In the silent mountain forest, embracing the scenery deep in the green forest, letting the crisp chirping of birds awaken our long-sleeping innocence, integrating with nature into a whole, always fantasizing Go down and don't have to wake up in the chaos of the world of mortals.
The feeling of autumn, autumn, the sky is high and the air is crisp, it is indeed the most beautiful season of the year. "After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn, the bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear springs flow up the rocks." The autumn rain in the deep mountains , has always been a sad mood, but when it falls under Bandari’s keys, it takes on a different meaning. "After the Rain" contains the emptiness and depth of the flowing water valley, the elegance and delicacy of the freshwater ink painting, and the melancholy scattered throughout the song. I can't help but think of the early autumn in Jiangnan. In my impression, only Xiaojiabiyu's gentle Jiangnan can be like this. The quiet and lonely scene after the rain, only the delicate rain scene in the south of the Yangtze River will not give people the supreme sadness of the rain beating down the banana leaves.
Appreciating the moon in autumn, spring flowers and autumn moon are all the best scenery in the world. The brilliance of the moon is all revealed in "Moonlight". Beethoven's peerless work "Moonlight Sonata" embodies the beauty of the moon. Pure beauty, tenderness and melancholy are vividly performed, but I love Bandari's "Moonlight" even more. Perhaps because of the cold flute accompaniment, it always makes me feel that the moonlight under Bandari's fingers is lonelier and more affectionate. From then on, The distant sky flows down, reflecting the lonely pale whiteness of the world, like a dream.
Snow in winter, snow is the pearl in the poet's eyes and the most romantic breath of winter. The solitary plum trees in a courtyard are thin with snow. Only with plums and snow can winter be complete. Snow has always been regarded as a cold beauty who is too arrogant to touch the secular world. If you put your hand into the depths of the snow, you will find that in fact, snow is a warm thing in your heart, especially the first snow, "First Snow", is very The name of Shiyun, "First Snow" is the one I listen to the most and love the most. It is also the only song that I can recognize from the first note. It is pure piano music, pure beauty, pure Quiet, I often have such a scene in my mind: light snowflakes fluttering down, like white chrysanthemums blooming for the first time. Half a day later, the snow stops, and under the aqua blue sky, there is a layer of silver snow. The faint sunlight covers it, shining with a charming luster, making people unable to take their eyes away.
Dong Xuejing, "Quiet Snow", winter, except snow, I don’t want to say any image, no matter how much it is, it can’t compare to one ten thousandth of snow, among Bandari’s three songs about snow , and another one is "Snow Dream", I love them all, love them very much, love their coldness, love their silence, life is as lonely as snow.
Nowadays, many people are doubting the authenticity of Bandari. In fact, what is there to doubt? It doesn’t matter whether they exist or not. The important thing is that the name Bandari has become a symbol, a symbol of pure nature. Their music has been deeply rooted in our hearts and even affected our entire lives. There is still a need to care about those fictitious things. something?
As clear as water, Bandari’s music is like a confidante I have walked through the seasons hand in hand with. Each song enters my heart and is embedded in my soul, tightly and inexorably. Separate again.
2. Childhood Music Prose - "Childhood - Love in Jiuzhaigou"
Listen to childhood. Looking back at those golden years that are no longer there. It's like reopening a small door deep in the soul. When the melodious musical notes gently circle the leaf hinge, the vision of the heart gradually becomes clear in the land of time and space. Even if there is a little dust, it will be isolated from the door of the heart. Only the well-understood aesthetic dominates this stage.
When the jade cicada first ascends, in the long sky, stars and stars look at each other far away. Only the scene of the green mountains, the line of the cold stream, and the little bit of the boat. The wind unconsciously stirred the paddle leaves, and then, bits and pieces of crystal sparkled in the sky, turning into a vague but not illusory dream. In the dream, it was my eternal childhood. The orioles in the Rongyuan are singing softly, and the nine melodies in the Bashan Mountain are playing. The softness and euphemism of the rain in the river, and the rush of the Minjiang River. And you, the Jiuzhaigou in my heart. Your fragrance is as elegant as poetry, but not restricted by rhythm. Your purity, picturesque beauty, and leaps and bounds of life. The mountain is your dream image. You gather on the edge to add more beauty to the beautiful river. Water is your soul. You combine the beauty of heaven and earth into one body, creating every wonder in the depths of the flowers. The snow on Baoding has been melting for eternity, washing away the turmoil of the mortal world, but it cannot erase the traces of life. I wonder if you know that in these seven years, I will never lose a trace of my love for you.
It’s close, my Jiuzhaigou. Nearby, my childhood. Your brilliance as before appears before my eyes again, so flawless and natural. The mountains and rivers are colorful, decorated with thousands of colors, and the cold streams are surrounded by thousands of green bushes. Hundred-year-old dead trees cross the lakeside, and the five-color water reflects the beauty. The rain is most dense, as if there are butterfly shadows lingering. Dancing in the sky of the same color on a rainy day, with a touch of breeze, it is three minutes leisurely. If the frog cannot tolerate loneliness, this natural dance will be paired with a heavenly sound. With the waterfall competing for glory and the minnows competing in the water, it is a fairy tale dream. What kind of poignancy is that? Even with a stroke of genius, it is difficult to outline a single point. Even if there are a lot of witty words, it cannot be described in detail.
Scoop a handful of pool water, yes, only a handful. I'm afraid I won't be able to bear that feeling of innocence. Refreshing the heart is the result of enlightenment. It is like a cleansing that penetrates deep into the marrow. All the misfortunes and worries disappeared in an instant. Gone far away. And in the place where it passed away, if you hear the sound of the bell, it is as ethereal as the Buddhist speech. Is it reality or virtual reality? Where is the destination of the heart? Childhood, where will you lead me? At the end of the dream, is your pure smile? I am waiting for you from the bottom of my heart. Can I really bring back the traces of dreams? In the Jiuzhaigou of the heart, thousands of wisps of pure dust and noise arouse countless emotions and thoughts.
However, childhood is gone. How many times have I looked back, and what remains vivid in my mind, as clear as yesterday, are only some vague memories. There is no past state of mind. Instead, there is only the pain and sorrow of growing up. Jiuzhai knows this. Childlike innocence finds hope in its world, and innocence looks forward to the future in its dreams. But the beauty it gives is indeed unforgettable. When it's time to part, it's so hard to separate. Because, even after an odd year, we meet again. I'm afraid that by then, I will only have a face full of vicissitudes of life, and only a mature and complex mentality. And there is no childish but energetic heart. I'm afraid that by then, all the beauty will have dimmed the splendor of the past, like a wild goose passing by without a shadow, fleeting in the sky with the strong wind.
However, as long as there is still some expectation, the ideals of childhood and the fantasy of Jiuzhaigou are all the driving force to pursue dreams. Turn depression into positivity. Turn sadness into courage. Just for that piece of spiritual music. Minchuan River under the bright moon, red and green Rongyuan. The nightingale tells of the imprint of rain.
Unconsciously, I wrote and rebuked the ink, filled with the fleeting joy of eternal encounter:
I stood alone in the cold sky, the sky was green, and the sun was bright. Far away in the world, the beauty flows for a moment, and the nine-fold night passes. There is no way to understand life, the sad scene is like a prophecy, and the sound of silence lasts for a few moments. When I woke up from the dream, the soup was seven-tenths of a degree cooked, and I felt haggard. Looking back at the distant past, the old days are still there, and we are still young. The beautiful scenery is no longer there, things and people remain elusive, and the road is far away. The hard journey, the wind and frost are difficult to overcome, which adds to the wave of thoughts. With a thousand words, a loyal heart, do you know?
-(Yong Yule·Message written on the night of November 17th)
The flowing water of childhood gradually goes further than the long river of time. And when the night is quiet, it will flow through my heart. Still so sweet and clear. Jiuzhaigou, I would like to leave a quiet land for you and keep a beautiful dream forever. Even though the years are like the wind. My heart is eternal.