Moved by myself
When the bow hair touches the strings lightly, it makes a sound that is trembling to the bone. I heard the sad note gradually embedding my soul into the sound, like a mirror. ——Inscription
Some people are willing to devote all their time to the things they love. They do whatever it takes, and no matter how much they lose, they will never feel lonely for the abandoned love. They are stubborn, tenacious and sentimental. And I, unfortunately, become one of them.
When my bow hair stroked and came into contact with the familiar strings, those inspirations instantly flowed out and turned into large sections of clear and bright melodies, which will stay on the score and stay there forever. A heart obsessed with music. My heart will always belong to those songs that are printed on paper and engraved into my bones and soul. Because when every exciting note reverberates in the air, my heart beats with every note. I feel that my soul will always be alive under those tracks, they are as boiling as my blood, they are like a mirror, clearly reflecting the meaning of my existence.
Maybe, I am now gradually falling in love with this friend who has been with me for ten years. I still remember the music my teacher played to me when I was just learning piano as a child. It left an everlasting impression on me, so I embarked on this road to the temple of music. Later I found out that the song was called "Meditation". I still remember being forced to play the piano by my mother with tears streaming down my face. As soon as my hand relaxed, I was hit hard with a long ruler. That feeling, eh, it was really uncomfortable. At that time, all I had in my heart was resentment, grievance, and sadness. He had no choice but to mechanically follow his mother's instructions, and the sound he made was a melodious whine.
After several years of hard training in the cold window, under the gratified eyes of the teacher and the praise of my classmates, I gradually felt a little moved by myself, by my achievements, and by my years of hard work. Feeling relieved about the practice that has been neglected since. But the teacher’s demands for excellence and my mother’s endless expectations made me feel bored and depressed. At that time, I naively thought that my skills were sufficient. And one day, when I was walking alone on a quiet street, a voice that I will never forget came into my ears. She was so beautiful that everyone fell to their knees. It's "Meditation". The sound of nature, like a young girl piously opening her heart to the Lord and begging for His forgiveness, melted the ice in my heart, relieved my sorrow, and drove away the resentment that was originally filled in my heart. Tears couldn't help but flow down. It moved me so much and made me intoxicated.
Not long ago, when I held up the heavy certificate, the beautiful melody in my heart resurfaced. Holding up the beloved piano, the bow hair lightly touches the strings, and the song "Meditation" begins to echo in this endless night, never ending. Beautiful, quiet, sad, there seems to be no words in the world that can describe this feeling. At that moment, the soul seemed to spread out a pair of invisible wings and fly into the night sky studded with gems and as light as a veil. She is deeply reflected in my heart, just like a childhood dream. I seemed to see the kind eyes of the Virgin Mary smiling slightly at me. I cried. I was moved by myself, moved by my own efforts, and pursued persistently for what I loved.
Yes, I was so moved by myself...