I like music, especially pure music. In addition to "La Traviata" and "Madame Butterfly", there are also Haydn and Mozart; in addition to "Mountains and Flowing Waters" and "Fishermen's Songs at Night", there are also "I Will Go My Own Way" and "Lonely Admiration"... While choosing and listening, you can also choose your favorite legends. To a friend. I loved it as always and listened quietly as always, but I suddenly discovered that I couldn't fully understand all the connotations. Some are just taken out of context.

If it is sad, listen to its pathos; if it is passionate, follow the passion and let your thoughts wander away... There is really something in it, which I seem to understand but not understand. Only then did I realize that music is the most profound knowledge, and I didn’t dare to comment lightly.

The first pure music I came into contact with was "For Alice". At that time, she seemed to be a silly girl who had just entered middle school and still had many childish ideas. Suddenly one day, I had a sudden idea and sent a poem to the host of a variety show on the radio station. Of course, it was related to the show. Unexpectedly, on a fresh and pleasant summer morning, the host on the radio actually read my poem on the program, and the background music was "For Alice". I couldn’t understand the things in the music, but I knew the beautiful melody by heart from then on, until now...

I once liked the music of "Death of the Swan", but the reason was inexplicable. When I was in college, I occasionally attended a club's welcome party. A girl recited a poem she wrote called "The Swan" on the stage, and the soundtrack was "The Death of the Swan." In fact, I couldn't remember the melody at that time. I only remembered a young teacher who suddenly walked over excitedly and said: When I was in college, I used this tune as the background to recite a poem I wrote.

At that time, I looked at them on the stage in surprise, as if watching a period of youth and the story of the youth season. I remember the name of that piece: "The Death of the Swan." Perhaps, that is not only the interpretation of the disappearance of life, but also the interpretation of the disappearance of youth?

I am an active person because I spent a lot of time on campus running between various clubs and student unions. I met many people with stories and listened to all kinds of stories: simple and pure. , sad, or sad. Slowly, I have become a person with many stories. I always recall a certain story inadvertently, in soothing or elegant music, sometimes with tears streaming down my face, and sometimes with a smile on my lips... …

But I have to admit that for me, music, or the understanding of music, is still half-understood. I can't understand it all, just like reading a literary work, what you can empathize with is always only a small part of the huge work. Because I don’t understand, it becomes more hazy, and the more hazy music becomes more gorgeous and beautiful in my world...