Music Impression-Music Notes, a collection of Xiao Fuxing's essays

If music is the echo of the soul and the sound of fragile emotions, then describing music in words is somewhat private. In the book Music Notes, the writer Xiao Fuxing takes music as a score, which strikes a chord, and describes his simple intimate feelings about music that he has hidden in his chest for many years: music is the most natural blend with our lives in this world, and it can be said that in all art categories, only music is associated with each of us. Since we were just born and snuggled in our mother's arms and listened to the lullaby from her mouth, music has penetrated into our lives, accompanied by every moment of our lives, omnipotence and everywhere. Sometimes, I will think of the excitement when I first learned the flute and erhu as a child, and the sadness when I dreamed of the violin and finally missed it. Occasionally, I will remember that when I was young, I often blew out some inexplicable and wonderful music with my mouth, and I often made up one song after another for myself as those songs immediately poured out of my heart (especially in the Great Northern Wilderness, when I was walking in the snowy wilderness, I could shout and sing without restraint). It's just that those tunes are forgotten in a flash, blowing in the wind, leaving only the poems that stand like bones, like the thin branches of flowers and leaves blown by the wind. Without a little moisture, my heart often gushes out regrets and disappointments that I don't understand music. I will never forget that in the early winter of 1 years ago, I went back to my hometown to bury my mother. When the loess began to bury the simple coffin that contained my mother's urn, the villagers suddenly sang and cried, which made me feel shocked. It was the most primitive music from generate in my heart, echoing over the bare land after harvesting crops in Jizhong Plain, and drifting away and disappearing behind the branches of poplar trees swaying in the wind in the distance. What can better express the feelings at this moment than this song crying?

In fact, everyone's heart is often filled with wonderful music that answers the soul, and there will be touching feelings that strange sounds and wonderful music flow into the depths of the heart. As long as people still have feelings, music will never disappear. Whether it's high mountains and flowing water or very sonorous, in essence, there is no distinction between ancient and modern elegance and vulgarity in music. Wind, elegance, praise, Bayes, Mohs and Shore are nothing more than a word of "harmony", which is a long moon that accompanies the mood in the quiet night and a long wind that enjoys sorrow alone in loneliness. As Xiao Fuxing wrote in the preface of the book: "We often quote the famous saying of Saint-Sang that' music begins at the end of words', and there is such a saying:' Music can say things that can be expressed by non-language, which makes us discover the most mysterious and profound things of ourselves; It can convey those impressions and "state of mind" that no word can express. " "..... Xiao Fuxing's love for music is the longing and calling for the passing emotion, and the remembrance and comfort for the bitter soul.

Because of this, he dedicated all his emotional secrets in the past 1 years to this book, sharing joys and sorrows with those "musical impressions". Moreover, these feelings are private, irrelevant to personnel, irrelevant to the past and present, just for that passionate love. Xiao Fuxing is a well-known writer, who has made great achievements in the field of novels and reportage. He has been fascinated by music for 1 years, and therefore left this book to explain music-the soul for the readers, which is also a blessing for many readers who pursue interest. There are many interesting things in the world, such as the color of mountains, the smell of water and the light of flowers, and so on. Elegant houses, beautiful maids, fresh clothes, delicious food, flowers and birds, antiques ... are the taste of life, and they are also interesting in life. Among them, music is the cleanest and most transparent, with mysterious meaning, no trace and no desire. Xiao Fuxing, a writer, stubbornly indulged in this after he was puzzled, and it had a special meaning.

Xiao Fuxing is far from being an expert in music. He looks for Beethoven, listens to Chopin, feels Mozart, dreams of Grieg and approaches Verdi. He also misses Tayu Lo and understands Cai Qin and Cui Jian ... From this, we can find that his "musical impressions" are all years of precipitation, lingering on nostalgia, looking forward to sincerity and persistence, and sighing for the past. As he wrote in his book: "The night was really good that night, as if it really filtered out a lot of noise and heat, as if it was really full of tranquility and meditation, as if it was really in the distance of the road and in the depths of the night with a kind call and waiting ... because of this wonderful piano sound, it dispersed in the night like air like flowers ..." Yes, this music has infiltrated our hearts like the night, and our hearts are intoxicated.