Music: Kuchulane (composer: ron korb)

Ron korb (Dragon flute, also known as Ryan? Kobolds), from Toronto, is a flute player and composer. Because his maternal family is of oriental descent, and he has lived in Japan for two years to study traditional bamboo flute and court music, his works blend eastern and western flavors. He graduated from the Music School of the University of Toronto, Canada. Besides formal classical training, it is even more surprising that he can play 15 kinds of wind music from all over the world: flute, Irish flute, China bamboo flute, Japanese bagpipes and other musical instruments.

See the sequel: From the Deep —— Wilde's Letter to Percy (II)

About the author:

Oscar Wilde (1854, 10 October, 16-1900, 165438+30 October) was born in Dublin, Ireland, and lived in England in the19th century. The most famous slogan of aestheticism movement is "Art for Art's sake", which is one of the reasons why this literary movement developed and formed a certain scale in the middle and late period of feudal moderate Victorian England. 1895, Wilde was imprisoned for the so-called "immoral behavior crime". Even during his imprisonment, his creative inspiration was not affected at all. In a classic work called From the Deep, written to my boyfriend, he said "I am the symbol of art and culture in this era" more than once, and even muttered "beauty, only beauty is like this" before he died.

At the end of the 20th century, after being smeared for nearly a century, Britain finally gave Wilde the honour of standing as a statue. 1998165438+1On October 30th, the statue of Wilde by Maggie hamlin was unveiled in Adelaide Street near Trafalgar Square in London. The title of the statue is "Dialogue with Oscar Wilde", and at the same time it is engraved with a quotation often quoted by Wilde: "We are all in the sewer, but there are still people looking up at the stars." We are all in the gutter, but some people are looking up at the stars. )

Eben is innocent:

Oscar Wilde, the pioneer writer of aestheticism, had a wonderful life. Poetry, drama, fairy tales and novels have all been dabbled in and made great achievements. His writing is humorous and his words are warm and generous. He is a legend. Even British Prime Minister Churchill once said that he was willing to have a heart-to-heart talk with Wilde. In London at that time, Wilde was the leader of the trend, and almost all the eyes of Britain focused on him. Unfortunately, all his honors were later ruined. His meeting with Count Douglas Percy was the beginning of his misery for the rest of his life. He has not only been in prison, but also left an indelible stain on his reputation. His family property was auctioned, even his wife and two sons remained anonymous. All this stems from his ultimate pursuit of beauty. Wilde is a man who loves beauty. As long as it is beautiful, whether it is beautiful or beautiful, he is fascinated. Thus, when Oscar Wilde, who loves beauty, met the extremely beautiful Posey, he became a beautiful martyr. In that era when beauty was not really needed, in that closed era, Wilde challenged the whole era by his own efforts. Finally, his enthusiasm for beautifully dressed beauty and unspeakable love stirred up the pain of this era. Thus, Oscar Wilde, the soul that glorified the beauty of an era, finally sank into a hellish hard prison after a series of storms, and he was finally buried in Lachez cemetery. Wilde, who lost everything and was imprisoned, tried to suppress his resentment. He doesn't want to believe that the person he loves so much has never really loved him. It's a pity that he still has resentment between the lines. But this resentment is more like the beauty he is striving for, but it is actually incomplete and regrettable, which is really unacceptable to Wilde. This kind of love is an emotion that cannot be expressed in words. Under the background of that era, almost everyone was depressed, and only Wilde showed it unabashedly. His love is as hot, gorgeous and warm as a rose in the desert. Today, in the cemetery where Wilde was buried, there are still celebrities standing in front of his grave, perhaps for his genius works or for his passionate love. All this shows that beauty will never lack true admirers of beauty. Oscar Wilde was a martyr and the embodiment of beauty. He is looking for beauty, but people are looking for him. ...

Inscription: the first monster in Luyang;

? There are no heroes in the Woods,

? Only one idea is true.

? The number of floating leaves is fleeting,

? Wandering around.

? Tears,

? Tears,

? Straight to homesickness.

-\ A strange combination.

? Thanks for the encouragement and support of Luyang's first strange poem! )