Music Impression---Xiao Fuxing's prose collection "Music Notes"

If music is the echo of the soul and the cry of fragile emotions, then using words to express it Describing music has a somewhat private undertone. In the book "Music Notes", the writer Xiao Fuxing uses music as a line score, plucks the heartstrings, and describes the simple and intimate emotions towards music that he has hidden in his chest for many years: Music in this world is It is most naturally integrated with our lives. It can be said that among all art categories, only music is connected with each of us. From the moment we were just born and snuggled into our mother's arms and listened to the lullaby hummed by her mother, music has penetrated into our lives and accompanied us every moment of our lives, following us everywhere like a shadow. No, it's everywhere. Sometimes, I think of the excitement when I first learned the simple instruments of flute and erhu as a child, and the sadness of when I dreamed of the violin but finally missed it. I also occasionally recall that when I was young, I would often play some inexplicable music that I thought was extremely beautiful. And often, following the music, verses that matched the music would immediately flow out of my heart, and I would compose one after another for myself. Songs (especially in the Great Northern Wilderness, when a person can sing without restraint while walking in the windy and snowy wilderness). It's just that those tunes are forgotten in an instant and disappear with the wind, leaving only the stark verses, like the wind blowing off the thin branches of flowers and leaves. Without any moisture, the regret and the regret of not knowing music often well up in my heart. Feeling sad. I will never forget that in the early winter of 10 years ago, I went back to my hometown to bury my mother. When the loess began to bury the simple coffin containing my mother’s ashes, the songs and cries of the villagers suddenly sounded, which shocked me. . It was the most primitive music that burst out from the bottom of my heart, echoing over the bare land after harvesting the crops in the Jizhong Plain, until it drifted and disappeared behind the distant poplar branches swaying in the wind. What else can express the feelings at this moment better than the cry of this song?

In fact, magical music that answers the soul often surges up in everyone's heart, and there is a touching feeling of wonderful music flowing deep into the heart. As long as people still have emotions, music will never disappear. Whether it's mountains and rivers, or the sound and movement of clouds, in essence, music is not divided into ancient and modern elegance and vulgarity. Wind, elegance, song, Bei's, Mo's, Xiao's, are nothing more than the word "harmony", which is a quiet night. The bright moon that accompanies my mood is the long wind that alone enjoys sorrow in loneliness. As Xiao Fuxing wrote in the preface of the book: "We often quote Saint-Sa?ns's famous saying, 'Music begins where the words end.' Behind it, there are also these words: 'Music can say things that cannot be expressed by words. Something that allows us to discover the most mysterious depths of ourselves; it can convey those impressions and "states of mind" that no words can express.'"... Xiao's love for music is the longing and evocation of passing emotions. , is a memorial and comfort to the bitter soul.

Because of this, he dedicated all his emotional secrets in the past 10 years to this book, sharing the joys, sorrows, and joys of those "musical impressions." Moreover, these emotions are private and have nothing to do with personal matters, the past or the past, only the deep love. Xiao Fuxing is a well-known writer who has made great achievements in the fields of novels and reportage. In the past 10 years, he has been fascinated by music and has therefore left this book explaining music-the soul for readers. It is also a blessing for many readers who pursue fun. There are many interesting things in the world, such as the color of the mountains, the taste of the water, the light of the flowers, and so on. Abodes, beautiful maids, fresh clothes, delicious food, flowers and birds, antiques... are the taste of life and the interest of life. Among them, music It is the purest and most transparent. It has a mysterious meaning, is free from dust, has no shackles, no desires and no demands. The writer Xiao Fuxing stubbornly indulged in this after being confused, which has a special meaning.

For music, Xiao Fuxing is far from an expert. He looks for Beethoven, listens to Chopin, feels Mozart, dreams of Grieg, and approaches Verdi; he also misses Luo Dayou and understands Tsai Qin and Cui Jian. ... From this, we can find that his "musical impressions" are accumulated over the years, a lingering nostalgia, a distant look at sincerity and persistence, and a long sigh for the past.

As he wrote in the book: "The night was so beautiful that night. It seemed to have filtered out a lot of noise and heat. It seemed to be filled with a bit of tranquility and contemplation. It seemed that I was really far away on the road and deep in the night. There are cordial calls and waiting everywhere... It's because of this wonderful sound of the piano, which is diffused in the night like the air and the fragrance of flowers..." Yes, this music has sneaked into our hearts like the night, and our hearts are intoxicated. Now, embracing and integrating with music...