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Feng feng

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The wish to turn the garage into a piano room has finally come true. Thanks to the great help of Huang Hongchang, his wife and children, I now have a quiet piano room. Thanks to Bodhisattva for arranging the Huang family to help me! At the same time, thanks to the blessing of Guanyin Bodhisattva, this one-armed Mr. Huang was completely safe during his help. How risky it is for him to use the chainsaw table with one arm!

The floor was nailed. I washed and dried an old carpet given to me by Mrs. K and laid it in this piano room. I made a small bed out of some old wooden boards, and put an old sofa and an old table in the room. In fact, it looks like a room except the piano.

That piano is about 80 to 90 years old. I bought it from a company. I'm not studying music. How can I buy a piano? Besides, I can't play the piano at all, and I can't afford it.

This incident is also a very coincidental miracle.

I have always liked music, especially classical music. When I was a child, I dreamed of studying music and composing, but my family was poor and I didn't have the environment to go to college. (Editor's Note: When Feng Feng was a child, he often dropped out of school or transferred to another school because of truancy. Even so, he often advanced placement and was admitted to a university in Guangzhou at the age of fifteen. But he dropped out of school because of the war and other reasons. Since he was a teenager, he had to work for a living by himself. I didn't even have a chance to learn practical skills, let alone talk about music. Life is pressing, so it's not bad luck to find a job to support yourself and your mother. How dare you expect to learn composition and piano? Who dares to imitate Beethoven, Bach and Chopin? Ask yourself, is there a musical cell!

But I have always dreamed of owning a piano, from childhood to adulthood. Every time I go to any school auditorium and see that grand piano, I envy it. I have to touch the keys, even though they are locked, and I have to touch the lid. In Canada, I seldom work in a big company, and I am not interested in those dazzling department stores. I dare not visit the company. Every time I go, I just want to buy necessary daily necessities. No matter how busy I am, I always go to the piano department to "appreciate" those pianos and touch the keys whenever I have the chance. How envious I am!

"Buy a piano, sir?" The foreign shop assistant asked me and woke me up from my dream.

"ah!" I shook my head with a shy smile. I know people also think that I am poor and can't afford a piano, which makes me even more embarrassed. "No, how can I afford it?"

Then I left in shame. I know the clerk just came to kick me out. A piano, the lowest price is three or four thousand Canadian dollars! How can I afford it? People see through me. I am old and like to touch the beautiful piano in the shop like a child. How embarrassing!

But I often envy a piano in my dreams. I often dream that my hand is pressed on the keys of the piano and I can't make a sound. I'm about to cry. Look at the key again. It turned out to be a blank sheet of paper. Woke up disappointed, tears are still there. I know, I have no talent for music. I hope to be hungry all my life. Stop dreaming of becoming Chopin!

Without the help of the piano, I taught myself some introductory books on music composition, and spent more than a year writing a 200-page symphony bit by bit. Needless to say, this is a graffiti work by an amateur. He thinks that he has written a symphony full of national colors in China, and he will become the Kachadrian of China. In fact, there are many mistakes, and there is nothing like them.

I remember that year, I got up the courage to take this symphony to visit Mr. Davis, the conductor of Vancouver Symphony Orchestra, in the evening. I hope he can give me a chance to play, or at least give me some advice. Unexpectedly, the great conductor only opened the first page, read two lines, and laughed and satirized me.

"What is this?" His words, still ringing in my ears, stung my heart: "Is it a pinyin game?"

"It's music", I remember I blushed and replied in a panic: "I made my own symphony!"

"You have no genius at all!" Mr. Davis said seriously, "You're hopeless! You're not cut out to compose music at all! Take my advice, son, give up your ambitious dream! Go home and do something else! I think you have absolutely no musical talent! "

I know there is no musical genius, just as I know there is no literary genius. But I don't believe it. I want to shape myself. I taught myself to compose music for several years, but I fell from the clouds in a few minutes, and I fell badly.

I still remember that night, I braved the snowstorm and walked home through the ice and snow with sad tears. After walking many miles, I crossed this magnificent bridge. Cars were speeding in the driveway in droves, and dirty snow splashed on me. The neon lights in downtown Vancouver are shining, and the symphony orchestra plays Beethoven's Symphony of Destiny in the palace-like Queen Theatre. Under the bridge is the dark sea, reflecting the lights and floating ice everywhere. At the other end of the bridge, there are thousands of lights. I cried all the way and almost jumped into the cold water under the bridge. However, my mother is still waiting for me to go home in the house where we live. How could you commit suicide because of failure? I must go home! I woke up from a dream. I no longer dream of genius! I must take care of my mother as my only job!

But how painful my heart is! I want to tear up my music and throw it under the bridge, but I can't bear it. I cried all the way in the heavy snow and wanted to go home. I know I'll never be a composer. Half a century ago, Kacha Dorian of Armenia was too poor to take the train and walk to Moscow in the heavy snow. This rural youth, who can't read or read the staff, dreams of entering Moscow Conservatory of Music to study composition. He actually got what he wanted, and later became a great composer of national music, writing many symphonies of Armenian national style, including the Slave Symphony, which pushed Armenian national music to the world. A song "Sword Dance" shocked the music world. How I wish I could be like him! I dream of introducing Chinese folk music to the world, but I have no talent! I failed!

That painful memory still appears in my mind from time to time, and I have long given up my dream of composing music. However, I still dream of having a piano.

Why do I still want a piano? Because, I still love music, I know I am not a musical genius, and I have narrowed my dreams. I only hope to make some artistic lyric songs of Buddhism. I only hope that music can be compared with American Catholic songs such as Ode to Our Lady or Hallelujah, and at least write some decent Buddhist lyric songs! I feel that Brahma Buddhism is really beautiful, but Buddhism lacks artistic lyric songs, and people who study music are simply too lazy to do it. Few people in Buddhism pay attention to this problem. I think I should be able to afford a job like this!

I deeply feel that although I only write simple songs, I also need a piano. Yes, I dare not dream of being the second Kachadrian. I only dream of writing some lyric songs of Buddhist art, and I need a piano! However, how can I afford a piano for four or five thousand dollars?

I pray for Guanyin Bodhisattva, and I know whether such a prayer is inappropriate. I've never wanted a bodhisattva for things before.

One day, I went shopping in a famous big company. I said I was embarrassed to go to the piano department again, but I still wandered to that corner unconsciously, admiring the piano on display and inevitably touching the keys.

"What kind of piano does Mr. Wang want?" A well-dressed gentleman clerk in his fifties came up to me and asked me politely, if I didn't see the name on his lapel, I would really misunderstand whether he was a wealthy British gentleman who came here for vacation.

"I can't afford it!" I replied awkwardly, "I just came to see!" " "

I have a piano that you can afford, he said. "Very old, about 80 years old. I can sell it to you in 250 yuan. Would you like to have a look? "

"ah! Can I buy a piano for 250 yuan? " I was surprised: "Where is it? Let me see! "

"In the corner over there," he pointed out to me. "Yesterday a lady came to buy us a new piano and gave us her old one at a discount. Our piano delivery man just moved it back this morning. "

That piano looks like an antique, and it is clumsy, heavy and clumsy in style. The key is so old that it has turned smoky yellow. No wonder he is willing to sell it to me at a low price.

"Try it," he said. "It's too old, but it has a nice voice."

"I can't play."

"I'll play it for you." He sat down and played a tune. It's really nice. It sounds more charming than the new piano.

"How about it?" He asked me, "Do you like it?"

"Yes, but ..."

"I'll have all the pianos replaced for you," he said. "I will ask someone to send them to your home, and I will ask Andhadhun to adjust them for you. Everything is included in the price. what do you think? I'm giving you special treatment, you know? Andhadhun charges 100 yuan, 300 yuan charges for key replacement materials, and 50 yuan charges. We only accept your 250 yuan now, which is a loss, which is equivalent to giving it to you. "

"Why are you doing this?"

"We made money when we sold her a new piano," he said with a smile. "This old piano, sitting here, takes up too much space and doesn't look good. We will get rid of it and sell it to you at a cheaper price. It's best to go to the garbage dump in Bidiu. As soon as I saw you come in, I knew you wanted to buy a piano, but you were in trouble. Besides, you obviously have some qualities of genius. Maybe one day you will become a musician, so I decided to help you, or I can say that I have a little strength to help you! "

"ah!" I was overjoyed and said excitedly, "Thank you! I buy, I buy! "

Whether what he said is true or not, 250 yuan for a piano, a new keyboard, tuning and processing, is not bad? So I bought this clavichord, and the company kept its promise, changed a brand-new keyboard, repaired the interior, asked someone to carry it and adjusted the sound.

Since then, I have a piano. Although it is an antique, the color is black and ugly, but the sound is beautiful. The staff of the company didn't lie to me. Indeed, the tone of this old piano is better than this new one. The first time I touched the keys and played a song, I played Chopin's farewell song in half, but I kept crying!

Chopin 17 years old wrote this sad short song, which contains a lot of feelings! I remember at the Kaohsiung Railway Station at midnight, I was alone, waiting for the midnight express to return to Taipei, and only a few passengers were taking a nap in the waiting room. Chopin's farewell song is playing at the station, and there is no one on the platform. I was suddenly moved by the sad music and couldn't help crying!

What happened many years ago is still in my mind. I have been wandering around the world for many years! Only with my mother! Now I have a piano. My childhood dream came true, but I was so clumsy that I couldn't play Chopin, a 17-year-old boy. This is the difference between genius and non-genius! I remember a long time ago, when my first novel Weixi was published, a boy of 17 years old wrote to me from Taichung. He said, "I don't think you are a genius, you are definitely not!" " (Entrant's Note: In fact, the million-word Weixi was unexpectedly popular after its publication. All kinds of praise, the sound is deafening. For this reason, Feng Feng won the first "Top Ten Outstanding Youth Awards in China" organized by the Youth Chamber of Commerce, and the Philippine "China Daily" selected 1963 Wei as the best novel. )

The teenager who will become a famous writer and dancer in the future is really right. I have no genius, and I have been rated as no genius everywhere, which cannot be denied. However, do people have to be talented to be qualified to struggle? I have no talent, and I want to write. Maybe I'll never be a composer. At least, I have to write some Buddhist art songs! The dream of genius, I dare not do it in my life, but the song of faith still haunts my heart and will never be released!

Years of rough blood and tears, how can I complain? I packed up my broken feelings and became attached to literature and music again. I am determined to write Buddhist music!

Of course, writing Buddhist literature is the first, and composition can only be put in the second place. I can only learn the harmony and counterpoint necessary for piano and composition in my spare time. Now with the piano, it's easier to learn composition.

After several years of self-study, I was finally able to play some simple pieces of Chopin's works. Gradually, I can make some impromptu music by myself. I gave up the great ambition of symphony, and I returned to simple music. I am no longer ambitious.

At that time, I was doing "Empty Clouds". I spent nearly five years on this novel, so that I never had time to seriously start my Buddhist music creation.

The piano room has been built, but the master piano is still in the dark corner on the other side of the basement and has not moved into the piano room. I naturally hope to move in. I can't sit in the woodpile and play the piano forever!

What a big problem! Because the new floor of the piano room is two feet higher than the ground on the other side of the basement. This piano weighs over 800 pounds! How to move it to the piano room floor? Even if I can find a few big men, I still can't move this behemoth! Mr. and Mrs. Huang said they would help me, but how can I have the heart to let a man, a woman and a child with one arm help me with such a heavy job? I'm afraid that with the efforts of the four of us, it's just a superficial shake. If I hurt their families, how can I live up to them? I can't let them move. I have to find a way by myself.

The piano has four rusty wheels, which can be pushed on the flat ground, but how can I push it to a foot-high floor?

That night, I found some wrenches in the basement and put them between the floor of the piano room and the basement lowland as springboard. I tried to push the piano onto the springboard and then into the piano room.

The theory is right, but it doesn't work in practice. Anyway, I can't push the piano, let alone on the springboard, even on the flat ground. More than 800 kilograms of tall and huge master piano can be pushed onto the springboard. On a slope at an altitude of 30 degrees, will more than 800 kilograms increase gravity because of inclination, or will it be two to three times more? I can't calculate mechanical equations, but I can imagine that this is a minimum gravity of one or two thousand pounds. How can I move it back?

I tried again and again and tried my best. In two hours, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't push the piano onto the springboard. I stood by the door, panting and tired, looking helplessly at the huge and heavy piano. It's late at night and I'm still worried about the piano.

"Wei Tuo Bodhisattva!" Frustrated, I prayed silently, "Bodhisattva Wei Tuo! I beg you, give me some magic power to let my apprentice push the piano onto the springboard and enter the piano room! "

After I prayed for a while, I gradually felt an invisible force pouring into my arms, which was very warm.

"To push! Good boy! " Wei Tuo Bodhisattva inspired me like a loving father: "I give you strength!"

Bodhisattva Wei Tuo did not show any form. There is no one else in the basement, only myself and the shadow of the faint light. When I closed my eyes, I vaguely saw this heroic and powerful god, who was smiling and looking at me lovingly. His face is alien, brown curly hair, campus. There is a golden halo on his head and a triple rainbow halo outside. The pupil in his eyes is heavy, the outer circle is heavy blue and the circle is amber. The center is clear blue. His nose is high, his lips are thin and wide, and his lines are strong. He looks like an extremely noble emperor! He is so handsome, burly, brave, powerful, and at the same time so kind.

"Stone Emperor!" I was surprised and shouted in my heart: "Stone Emperor!"

"Son, you guessed it!" He smiled and looked at me with handsome and heroic eyes. Without opening his mouth, he revealed all the language meanings to me: "You have guessed who I am ..."

We don't talk in words, but understand each other through eye contact-it should be said that we are in touch with each other.

"ah! Your Majesty! " I quickly knelt down and bowed down.

"You still recognize me!" The father-like hero in his thirties and forties smiled.

"Yes, your majesty!" I was stunned, and my whole body seemed to be floating in the air, sitting on the clouds.

"Good boy!" The gods smiled and nodded, and made some revelations, which I respectfully accepted, but these revelations were not mine to reveal.

Then, he melted into the air and disappeared, leaving a spiritual voice: "son." Don't take pictures, you know everything is convenient ... "

I still stand alone in the dimly lit basement, facing the heavy piano. I still have tears on my cheeks that touched my piety.

I felt my arms full of strength, so I pushed the piano. I can't believe a miracle happened! The piano is no longer heavy! I easily pushed it onto a narrow springboard! I pushed it slowly, and gradually climbed the slope with an elevation of 30 degrees, and soon I was halfway there. I just need to push it for another five minutes, and then I can push it to the piano room floor.

Suddenly, the door of the upstairs stairs opened, and my mother worried about my safety upstairs. She leaned over and asked, "Can I help you?"

The strange power of my arms suddenly disappeared in this second! The piano slid heavily off the springboard! Back to the lower concrete floor, I pushed again, and my arm was completely weak. I am weak, and I know my mother means well. However, this kind of work, how to need her old man's house?

"Mom!" I cried, "Don't come, and don't come to see me! When you come, I can't push it! "

I ran up the stairs and closed the door so that my mother wouldn't see me. Then, I prayed to Bodhisattva Wei Tuo again. A few minutes later, I heard a smile. I felt his strength re-infuse my arm, and I succeeded in pushing the piano onto a narrow springboard again.

The piano rocked on the springboard. I'm afraid it will fall to one side. If it falls, it will be destroyed! When I was in a hurry, I prayed to Bodhisattva Wei Tuo again.

Suddenly, a tall god appeared on the left and right sides of the piano, wearing golden armor, and his face was rather terrible and ferocious. The two of them held my piano and let it move forward and rise steadily until it successfully boarded the piano room floor and entered the piano room. Then, they looked at me, smiled and suddenly disappeared.

"Thank you very much!" I hurried to thank you. I know them. I know they were sent by Wei Tuo Bodhisattva.

I still don't know how I moved this huge piano from the concrete floor two feet lower in the basement to the piano room two feet higher. I also moved it to the wall and put it on the carpet. There is a window five feet wide and three feet long on the side, which is very bright. Outside is a green lawn and a back garden full of fruit trees. How quiet! How elegant!

I know this is not my own ability. All this is arranged by the divine power of Guanyin Bodhisattva and Wei Tuo Bodhisattva! I sat on the piano chair, opened the piano cover and put my hand on the keys. I am satisfied and full of gratitude. I thanked the bodhisattvas and made up my mind: "I must study hard and make beautiful and solemn Buddhist art songs!" "