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The imprisonment of body and mind doomed Chopin to endure the pain hidden in his heart forever like a woman, which made his fate have some unique characteristics of women's fate. Because of his weak body, he avoided the noisy stage where ordinary people were active. He doesn't like to use drones to participate in the morbid flight of some bees in order to kill his remaining energy. He built himself a small hive away from traffic. There are no adventures, waves and episodes in his life; He simplified his life, although it seems difficult to do it in the surrounding environment. His feelings and impressions constitute the conditions of his life. This is a more significant and important event than the external changes and waves. He often teaches, and for him, teaching can be said to be a housework that he is serious and willing to do every day. Just as some people express their hearts in prayer, he expresses his heart in his own works. He injected all the repressed impulses, unspeakable pain and unspeakable compassion expressed by his pious soul in the dialogue with God into his works. In his own creation, he made us understand what people said on their knees. The secrets of the passion and pain a person feels cannot be described in words, because he was not born to express these secrets in words.
Chopin carefully avoided any life twists and turns that Germans called non-aesthetics; He doesn't admit accidental incidents, nor does he turn his life into an uncertain and meaningless coin, so there are not many events in his life. His face loomed in the light blue smoke, and disappeared when people tried to touch and outline his outline. He never asks anyone about a thing, a sad thing or a dispute, and he doesn't take part in solving the dispute. He didn't exert a decisive influence on anyone's fate. His love has never violated other people's feelings; He never used his wisdom superiority to bind and suppress anyone's wisdom. He has never occupied a person's heart with violence; He did not extend the palm of the winner to anyone's fate; He does not seek anything, and he despises any importunities. He is always ready to contribute everything, but not himself. Maybe he knows how outstanding loyalty his persistence deserves and how infinite attachment his loyalty deserves to understand and share. Like some critical souls, he may think that love and friendship are nothing if not everything. Instead of satisfying some of these feelings, it is better not to try at all and keep hopeless ideals in your heart, and the pain is lighter! No one can know for sure whether this is the case, because he doesn't like talking about love and friendship. He is not demanding, just like some people, whose rights and reasonable demands far exceed everything they can give. His closest friends can't peep into the mystery of his soul, because it is too deep, and they can't guess its existence at all.
In communication and conversation with others, he seems to only care about what others care about; He was careful not to take people out of his personal circle so as not to bring people into his own. He gave him a little time, but he gave it all. What does he fantasize about, what does he hope for, what does he fight for-no one has ever asked him, because if he touches the instrument with his slender white hands when he is present, no one has time to think about it. He seldom stays on exciting topics. He only glanced at these questions, because he attached great importance to his time, so the conversation was naturally limited to the events of the day. His personality can not arouse strong curiosity, can not attract different views and guesses; He is very popular, leaving no room.
On the whole, his personality is harmonious, and it seems that he doesn't need any explanation. His light blue eyes reveal sharp wisdom rather than fantasy, and there is no sadness in his gentle and elegant smile. His jade-like face is eye-catching; Blonde hair is neatly combed; He has an expressive aquiline nose, short stature and fragile appearance. Generous and expressive; My voice is a little hoarse, and sometimes I can't even breathe. His manner is so generous that he reveals the traces of high society, which makes people think that he is a duke. His whole appearance is reminiscent of a morning glory, and a crown of wonderful color is quivering on an extraordinarily slender stem. This corolla seems to be made of such delicate and soft fibers that it will crack at the slightest touch.
In social interaction, he shows the calm mood peculiar to people who are carefree and do not pursue any self-interest. He is always cheerful at ordinary times; His satirical wisdom is good at finding funny things quickly. And not only on the surface, or in a place where everyone is conspicuous, but much deeper. He has infinite creativity in pantomime that makes people laugh. He often reproduces the musical skills of some famous musicians in improvisational comedies. He imitated their postures, movements and facial expressions perfectly, and showed their personalities at once. He unexpectedly changed his appearance and became completely unrecognizable. However, even when imitating ugliness, he never lost the elegance of nature; Even a grimace won't make him ugly. He always stays within the limit of high interest rates, far from doing things that may exceed this limit, so his happiness is even more touching. Even in the most casual and unrestrained occasions, he thinks obscenity and debauchery are not allowed.
(2)
Like all Poles, Chopin is not afraid of sharp words. He often associates with contemporary celebrities such as Berlioz and Schiller, who love to add pepper to his words, which inevitably makes his sharp criticism and sarcastic answers sharper. He is good at responding sharply to those who try to deprive him of his talent rudely. There is a story in Paris: a hospitable and careless host showed Chopin an open piano after the guests left the living room. The master's abacus is very good. He promised his guests that Chopin would perform several works as fruit after dinner. Chopin began to refuse again and again, and was finally annoyed by his master's unpleasant and impolite pestering. To emphasize his words more clearly, he said softly, "Hi, master, but I hardly ate anything." But this ironic tone is not so much from nature as from others. He will use his sword to open the attack of his opponent Jianfeng. But after knocking out his opponent's weapons, he took off his gloves, threw away his mask and never thought about them again.
Although not many times, we also found him very excited. See his face turn pale. But even in this most exciting moment, he will not lose his self-control. At this time, he was silent as usual and didn't publicize his feelings everywhere; One minute of concentration is enough to cover up the initial excitement. After that, his emotional activities became very frank and charming (he was very good at controlling himself in this way). This constant control of the inner impulse of one's own personality reminds people of women's restraint of pain. They know it's useless to explode with anger. They are especially cautious about the secret of their love, avoiding unnecessary exposure and seeking their own strength only from restraint and loneliness.
When talking about any issues related to fanaticism, he is also very reserved, with the sole purpose of avoiding any prejudice caused by his narrow scope of activities. Chopin is a devout Catholic, but he never touched on religious issues, but kept his beliefs in his heart and never showed them. In noble and pious Poland, every decent person will be flushed because he is considered a bad Catholic. If a person's behavior is considered not commensurate with a good believer, it is a heavy insult. However, in the environment of Chopin's intimate contacts, he had to refuse to go to church, to meet the priest and to perform religious ceremonies, which is obvious. But who doesn't know, if you don't attend religious ceremonies often and for a long time, you will eventually fade away. However, although Chopin stopped communicating with the Polish church in Paris in order not to upset his new friends when he met a black cassock of a Catholic priest at home, the representatives of the church still loved him as one of the most glorious compatriots and often got to know him from friends.
His patriotism is manifested in the direction chosen by his genius, in his close contacts, in his choice of students, and in his willingness to give strong support to his compatriots all the time. Regrettably, political discussions involving Poland are often filled with hatred towards the occupier, unjust resentment for revenge, and longing and hope for glorious revenge, although such revenge itself will stifle the winner. Chopin, who learned to love Poland during the breathing period of a long and painful life, had no time to learn hatred and fantasize about revenge. He was content to love the conquered, he cried with the oppressed, he sang and praised everything he loved, but he didn't make any impassioned speeches, nor did he involve diplomatic and military predictions, because these predictions were ultimately related to the revolutionary wishes he hated by nature.
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Chopin, as we have said, avoided the whirlpool of social life and moved his heart and attachment to the circle of acquaintances and compatriots in his family and youth. He often associates with them and cares about them. He especially loves her sister Lyudvika; Some similarities between nature and wisdom, as well as emotional tendencies, have brought them closer. She visited him from Warsaw to Paris many times and gave him cordial care. The three months she spent in Paris were the last three months of her brother's life.
His relationship with relatives is full of touching poetry. Chopin was not satisfied with frequent correspondence. He took advantage of living in Paris to buy them more gifts-especially small, beautiful, novel and moving toys. He looked everywhere for what he thought would make his relatives in Warsaw happy, and often sent novel toys and decorations there. He very much hopes that these little things, no matter how trivial, can always be placed in front of the people he sent. He himself cherishes any expression of love from relatives. For him, receiving their letters and souvenirs is a holiday; He never shares these things with anyone, but everyone can feel this from his concern for the things sent by these relatives. The smallest thing is also very precious to him. Not only is it not allowed to be used by others, but even if someone touches him, it will be unpleasant.
Everyone from Poland is his guest. With or without a letter of introduction, treat them like relatives. He gave these people who came from the motherland and didn't even know them a right that none of us could enjoy-the right to destroy his habits. For them, he restrained himself, went out with them, and introduced them to the same places of interest in Paris for 20 times in a row, without showing any disgust at this kind of tour guide and tramp career. He held a banquet for his dear compatriots, although he didn't know it existed the day before. He paid their debts and lent them money. Moreover, it can be seen that he is happy to do all this. When he speaks in the language of the motherland, he is among his own people, and he enters the air of the motherland because of them, which makes him feel really happy. Obviously, he likes to listen to their sad stories, dispel their worries, drive away bloody memories and comfort their complaints with touching praise of hope.
Chopin often writes to his family, and only writes to his family. One of his eccentricities is that he doesn't want to write to anyone. It can be considered that he swore never to write to outsiders. It is interesting to watch how he tries to avoid having to write a few lines. More than once, he would rather walk from one end of Paris to the other to refuse an invitation to a banquet or convey an important message, rather than using a piece of writing paper to save trouble. Most of his friends have always been completely strangers to his calligraphy. It is said that he had to give up this habit for the beautiful female compatriots living in Paris, so several people got his signature written beautifully in Polish. The reason why he broke this habit may be because he is willing to speak in his mother tongue, because he prefers to express his thoughts in his mother tongue; He likes to explain the most expressive words to others in Polish. Like Slavs in general, he is proficient in French, which is also due to his French origin and strict training in his childhood. But he is not used to French, and feels that French is not good enough and his feelings are cold.
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Chopin loved country and manor life so much that he even agreed to associate with people who were completely unsuitable for him. Therefore, it seems easier for him to get rid of people around him and their noisy conversations intellectually than to get rid of the dullness, dullness and vulgarity of the city emotionally, because in the city, every step can stimulate and arouse lust, and few things can soothe our feelings. Everything we see, hear and feel in the city is not to comfort our feelings, but to hit them, not to make people reflect more deeply, but to make them out of control. Chopin felt the pain there, but he didn't realize what made him angry, because he was the guest of the friendly salon and he was very concerned about the struggle of various literary ideas. Art can make him forget nature. For him. The beauty created by man can replace the beauty created by nature in a certain period of time, so he likes Paris. But every time he leaves Paris, he feels happy.
As soon as Chopin came to the countryside, he saw himself in gardens, vegetable gardens, trees and flowers, as if he had completely changed. His appetite has recovered, and he is full of crazy happiness and wisdom everywhere. He is always ready to do anything interesting with all the people. In the fresh air and rural life, he can invent endless entertainment and ceramic behaviors, which he loves very much. Wandering won't make him feel bored; He can walk a lot, likes to play by carriage, doesn't appreciate the natural scenery very much, and can't describe it in words, but it can be seen that the natural scenery left him the most vivid impression. It can be guessed from what he occasionally reveals that when he is surrounded by fences, haystacks, wild flowers and jungles with the same breath everywhere, he feels closer to his motherland. He likes to see himself among farmers plowing, mowing and harvesting in many countries, even more than in the streets and houses, ditches and street children in Paris, because these are nothing like and can't remind anyone of anything; The huge and messy appearance of "world city" suppresses the emotional and morbid personality.
At the same time, Chopin likes to work in the countryside; In the smoky and dusty environment in the street, fresh, healthy and energetic air strengthened his weak body. Many of his excellent works were written in the embrace of nature. Probably, these works contain memories of the best days of his life at that time.
Chopin's selflessness constituted his strength and built a fortress for him. He won't be hurt, because he only works for the sake of art, and works for the sake of goodness. He never wants anyone to praise him by improper means. Chopin refused to use any external means to ensure that his works were welcomed by the audience. He said that he believed in the beauty of his works, and he was sure that his works would speak for themselves. He doesn't want to speed up the direct acceptance of his works, and he doesn't want to create convenient conditions in this way.
His heart is full of the most touching feelings he felt as a teenager; In his view, this feeling should only be entrusted to art, and he has always maintained this artistic view, so his artistic preference cannot but be expressed. Among the great artistic models and masterpieces, he only seeks what conforms to his nature. He just grudgingly gives due evaluation to those close to him-those he likes and those who stay away from him. He recognizes others and combines two qualities, enthusiasm and elegance, which are often contradictory to himself. He is confident in reasoning and avoids vulgar prejudice. Even the greatest and most beautiful works of art should be severely condemned if they hurt a certain aspect of his artistic world outlook.
Although he appreciates Beethoven's creation very much, he thinks some parts are too rough. The luxurious structure of these works is not to his taste, and the rage of some Beethoven works makes him feel too much. He thinks that the passion in these works is too close to the flood; The nature of the lion in every phrase in the work makes him feel too materialistic.
Although he admits that some of Schubert's melodies are pleasant to listen to, some of them make him feel too harsh and exposed, producing a feeling that his body and bone marrow are shaking in the arms of pain, which he doesn't want to hear. Everything rough and sharp goes against his nature. In music, just like literature and the whole life, all popular dramas that remind people of posturing are a kind of torture for him. He abandoned the violent and dissolute side of romanticism, and he could not tolerate the shocking effect and excessive grotesque. He likes Shakespeare, but he has great reservations; He thinks that Shakespeare's characters are too realistic and the language they speak is too natural. He prefers ethical and lyrical generalizations, putting small individuals aside. Therefore, he seldom talks and hardly listens to others, just wants to talk and listen to those absolutely lofty ideals.
Chopin respected art and used a more modern, simpler and less wild form. He worships the first-class masters of the Middle Ages. For him, as for these masters, art is a beautiful and sacred mission. He is as proud of this mission as they are, and he serves the art with a touching piety. This feeling is manifested in a small incident at the moment of his death, and the full significance of this incident can only be revealed to us in Polish customs. There used to be a custom that is not popular now but still exists-preparing the birthday clothes you want long before you die. In this way, this custom expressed or revealed his most secret and unforgettable wish for the last time. Upper-class people often choose monk clothes for themselves; Choose or reject uniforms according to the glorious memories or sadness related to the position. Compared with other first-class artists of his time, Chopin, who rarely holds concerts, prefers to wear the clothes he usually wears when performing. Long before his death, he made his love and belief in art immortal. He is willing to prove his pure passion in his life with a silent symbol at the moment he lies in the coffin according to the custom. He has reverence for the mysterious greatness of art and the most mysterious providence, and is always loyal to his own death.
I hope it helps you. . .