The original essay "Beethoven's Sorrow"

The dim and soft light quietly passed through the gauze curtain as thin as cicada's wings, and warmly enveloped a small figure moving gently in a small room-standing on tiptoe, slowly lifting the dusty electronic piano on the wooden shelf with trembling arms, and gently breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly, it started up a circle of faint thin ash, like an invisible elegant dancer, and then disappeared without a trace. Gently open the page after page with your fingertips, and carefully put it aside. Slender fingertips are like playful and quiet elves jumping and pressing on the black and white keys for a long time ...

"The duo ... the third note of the major scale ..." Like a clear spring, the melody is gently secreted between your fingers, changing rapidly and sorrowfully. Familiar notes accompany the story, and the solemn and elegant red harp, the surging hair and the serious and rigid face quietly emerge in my mind. ...

Beethoven, Ludwig? Where is it? Beethoven, a German composer and musician, is one of the representatives of Vienna Classical Music School. Nine symphonies, the main works of which are world-famous and occupy an important position. Set classical music in one, creating a precedent for romantic music. He was born in a poor and rigid family. Received strict training from my father. Although Beethoven showed his musical talent in his early hard training, he was often beaten and scolded by his father. Unfortunately, he suffered from otitis media at the age of five, so that such a talented musician had to accept the terrible tragedy of deafness when he reached his peak. Even on the day of his death and burial, all schools were closed to express their condolences, and 20 thousand people attended Beethoven's funeral, but it could not be saved. This famous musician left a deep regret and unwillingness to the world ... and on his cold tombstone, there is an inscription by the Austrian poet Greer Bache: "When you stand in front of his coffin, it is not despair that hangs over you, but a noble feeling; We can only say to people like him: he has achieved a great cause ... "

Sharp notes hovered faintly in the small room for a long time without stopping. Quietly listening to Beethoven's melody, melodious concerto gently soothes the purest sky in my heart. Is Beethoven's deep sadness still wandering on the distant and silent Rhine River? Remember that humorous night in Bonn, I wonder if you ever stopped a person from running around, and the beautiful Vienna where Beethoven worked tirelessly. Would you be proud and angry to have such a child? And those miraculous biographies belonging to Beethoven seem to be surrounded by bleak and cold tombstones for a long time. In my eyes, he is not only a great musician who is famous all over the world and admired by countless fans, but also a poor man who has no passion, ambition and talent, but has to suffer that irreversible fate and is full of regret and unwillingness. It's like a painter who is famous for his superb painting skills being suddenly deprived of his hands; Photographers whose photography skills are worshipped by people are suddenly blinded; The gourmet who attracted worldwide attention because of his outstanding taste suddenly lost his taste. As you can imagine, the result was tragic and desperate. This seems to be feared by ghosts everywhere, admired by people and gods, but suddenly thrown into hell to become a prisoner, spurned by people and gods, and destroyed by ghosts, which is unbearable for ordinary people!

But Beethoven, he didn't despair, let alone give up! Unwilling to give in, he regained the pride left behind by fate. Even though there was an unfilled gap in his heart, he shouted, "I want to hold the fate by the throat!" Resist fate! "

However, is he that good and different from ordinary people? He is just an ordinary man. But he frowned and pouted, completely closed himself in a cage of loneliness and silence, and created his own music day and night! Create your own fairyland world!

Sad notes still linger in my ears, as if I had built a spiritual paradise. I am addicted to it and savor it in my mind, which is as intriguing as moonlight. ...