you should observe these colors carefully all year round. In spring, lilacs are in full bloom, like lilac clouds floating in the sky; In summer, trees are thriving and green; Autumn, golden everywhere, misty; In winter, covered with heavy snow, with delicate makeup, fresh and elegant, on this white background, the pruned willows are arranged in rows like sisters, waiting for the spring breeze to be proud and dancing next year. How simple and elegant the beauty contained in the scenery of these four seasons is, but how lasting and deep it is!

The scenery of this land is the ideal overture of Chopin's music. If anyone really wants to explore the spirit of Chopin's music and understand how closely Chopin's music is related to Poland, he should appreciate Eugen Delacroix's so-called blue hue, which is the same hue of the Polish scenery and the music of artists born on this great plain. In 1848, when Chopin wrote a letter to a friend from Edinburgh, perhaps the scenery of his hometown emerged in front of him. He wrote in the letter: "I miss my home, my mother and my sisters. May God bless them all the best! Where is my art? My painstaking efforts have been exhausted somewhere ... I can only vaguely remember the songs sung in China now. " Therefore, it can be said that not only did Chopin see the scenery of his hometown, but also the songs he heard for the first time here echoed in his ears.

We can just find the songs of this plain in Chopin's Mazzuca and Nocturnals-we can find a trace of local accent in all his works that directly left a picture of the country when it was here.

Exile, high level of cultural accomplishment, painful mood and Chopin's extraordinary views on his own mission complicate this picture, or cover it like a fog. Gorgeous metropolitan scenery, frequent travel and rich experience provided him with another kind of creative inspiration. However, since he missed "my home, my mother and my sister" at the end of his life in that distant and cold Edinburgh, we have reason to imagine that the hazy scenery of his hometown has returned to his heart. Now, we also look at these big trees, these bushes and this clear water with excitement. If we hear or personally play the last set of Mazzuca's songs by the great composer before his death, we will certainly hear the faint melody of the domestic songs of the past. Because of his bumpy life, but also because of the mountain barrier, it is difficult to vote for the country. This group of Mazzuca songs seems to have been filtered and purified by thousands of feelings of separation and sadness, which is far from the simplicity of the countryside, but they undoubtedly come from their hometown and are inextricably linked with this land.