Music is a type of sound.

The world is so noisy that we are often unaware of the value of sound. Think about it, if there is no sound in the world and everything is silent, what a terrible scene it would be.

But there are more than thousands of sounds in the world: there are birds singing and babies crying, there are also Hitler's sharp roars, the metal sound of atomic bombs hitting the magazine, and the roar of cheers from ministers. Shakespeare's Macbeth believes that the world is ultimately just some sound and fury.

Music is the best of all these sounds.

Modern people are unfortunate because their world is becoming more and more ordinary and boring. Science has ruthlessly stripped off the coats of mysterious things that once amazed our ignorant ancestors and worshiped them. It has deprived us of the sense of sanctity when facing all things in the world, and the joy that this sense of sanctity brings to us.

Fortunately, this doesn’t happen to music. Science (and other disciplines) has been very weak and incompetent when it comes to explaining music, and this situation shows no sign of changing. We point our fingers, laugh and curse, and talk without shame, but as one of the last remaining mysterious phenomena in the world today, music still makes us tingle and awe.

I don’t know if you have noticed this scene. Several people were chatting in the room. Someone accidentally pressed a button, several music played, and then the atmosphere suddenly changed subtly, as if The air was suddenly filled with something.

Music is the language of angels. When the music plays, heaven briefly comes to earth. As we grow up, we gradually learn to lie, cheat, and cheat. We gradually become cold, hypocritical, and greedy. We turn our backs on unfair things and laugh at a sincere relationship from time to time. But every time we listen to good music, our hearts that are gradually drying up become moist again. So music is the rain in heaven. That’s why Mo Yan said, “Music is actually the sound that evokes the ripples of the lake in people’s souls.”

Music is the flow of life.

As people of the twentieth century, we have unfortunately or fortunately witnessed the decline of many artistic styles. Especially language arts, such as novels, poems, and essays. After the swan songs of Joyce and Proust, some people have predicted that they will die or enter museums. We are seeing the emergence of new formats, such as movies, television, and even video games. Only music, in this materialistic world, not only shows no sign of decline, but is booming and growing, with overwhelming momentum.

This makes sense. Few of us will read a high-quality best-selling novel like "The Godfather" for a second time. A classic like "War and Peace" will be too much for even the most ardent fan to read it more than five times. "Dream of Red Mansions" can certainly be read twenty times, but there is only this one in the world. There is an old lady in the United States who has watched the movie "Gone with the Wind" seventy times in her life. That is a problem. But I know people who have listened to Dvo?ák's "New Century Symphony" hundreds of times, and this kind of person is not unusual among music lovers, it is very common. The famous conductor von Bülow once conducted Beethoven's Ninth Symphony, which was so popular that he was so excited that he directed the orchestra to perform it again at the request of the audience! Imagine what would happen if "King Lear" was performed by the Old Vic Theater Company? Music has a "repeatability" that is far beyond the reach of other arts. This is the secret of its continued popularity for thousands of years. This is why, while there is a clamor of "Balzac is dead" in the literary world, there is no sound of "Beethoven is dead" in the music world. No one can explain this amazing property of music.

The real secret of music is joy. This is bound to be controversial because most people clearly hear a lot of pain in music such as Tchaikovsky's Pathétique. The endless, unbearable, heart-rending pain, the knock on the door of fate, the fighting spirit, the torture of the soul, etc. I would say that these are not the essence of music. The essence of music is joy, but this is not vulgar fun or "joyful" joy, or even any kind of worldly joy. This is a mysterious, indescribable joy like a heavenly wedding.

I don’t want to say more about this, but I just hope you can feel it. Words and words are really powerless in this regard. Let’s listen to Beethoven’s “Ode to Joy”!

The river flows day and night, and music, the flow of life, will never dry up. The sky will forever echo with the sound of music.