I want to hold your hand. Beautiful melody, colorful notes, right! That is music. I grew up in a musical environment, enjoying the meticulous care of my parents, while enjoying the beauty and fantasy brought by music. I've always wanted to hold the hand of music, always, even a kind of longing and eagerness to hold your hand, but there is always a distance that I don't know how wide it is. ? When other children were still listening to the "Waipoqiao", Mendelssohn's "Riding on the Wings of Singing" was already around me. When others began to learn to sing Jay Chou's "Nunchaku", Verdi's "Four Seasons" was around me ... Have I not held your hand yet? Yes, I haven't. Although you are so close to me, even at your fingertips, I feel that your content is so profound, and you have hundreds of years of civilization, which I can follow! ? When I entered my childhood, I began my career as a piano player. Every day, I grew up in your arms. I thought I held your hand and completely entered your world, but I was wrong! The longer I spend with you, the more I feel ignorant. ? After reading many music works, I appreciate the rigor of Haydn's Clock, the surging of Beethoven's Destiny, and the lightness and leisure of Mozart's minuet. I am shocked, and I feel a kind of fullness that has never been seen before, which is physical and spiritual. ? I have tasted your charm again and again. For more than ten years, I have listened to almost every CD for more than ten times. Every time I reach out and want to hold your hand, I always have regrets in joy. In fantasy, such a scene is like Zeus trying to hold God's hand, but separated by that gap, which is beyond his reach. Perhaps, music, you have such a charm, which makes me full of fantasy, makes me keep asking for it, and makes me stride forward to pursue it. ? When I was fifteen, I took a master class in Paalmann. This master is not as handsome as I expected: graceful, vigorous pace, flexible stage expression, but suffering from polio since childhood, resulting in disability of both legs and paralysis of lower limbs. However, his performance was beyond my expectation. When he held up his bow and his flexible fingers jumped, I found that music had a different style and feeling under his interpretation. My familiar music has more vitality and infinite tension. At this time, I understand that music needs the interpretation of the heart, not just the accumulation of skills and notes, but the brilliance of life and the chapter of life. ? I love music, and I want to hold your hand. Maybe I can't hold it now and I won't hold it in the future, but your fantasy and extraordinary splendor lie in your constant pursuit and appreciation, which is why Chinese and foreign musicians have spent their lives following you. ? To dream, to seek, to pursue. ? Just to hold your hand.