I urgently need the original text of Zhang Xiaofeng's "Music Classroom"! ! ! You can just talk about its main content! (I’m going to write my review today!)!

Music Classroom

Shishi:

The rain is either still falling, or it has stopped falling. The thick velvet curtain is raised, and the hall is crowded with people in costumes. This is your first concert. Qingqing and I are sitting in a far corner watching you.

Music is the wind, echoing among the thousands of peaks and valleys in the auditorium. Music is rain, hanging tightly from the high eaves of our hearts. Music is the strange sunshine that winds its way to every winding path in the world.

We never expected you to become a musician, we just wanted to give you a happy childhood. So three years ago, we took you to learn music. The classrooms are decorated with beautiful wallpapers and green carpets. We happily discovered that every child is adorable. You sing, you identify time signatures, you play rhythm games excitedly, you learn to read music, try to compose music, try to harmonize with others, and you enjoy each other's happiness.

Later, we bought an ancient piano with carved patterns, and the living room became another music classroom. We could often listen to your vitality playing.

Shishi, I often feel some greater and more sacred beauty on top of all this beauty. You were still young, so I never told you. But today, you and your friends are standing on the stage, how big you are! Are you the little baby I wake up every night to nurse? I look at you from afar through tears, like a row of green trees, and I can't help but tell you something.

Many years ago, when my mother was still a little girl, she would sometimes pass by a music store and stop to look at the majestic instruments that were almost untouchable, feeling a sense of despair. But teenage years are always wonderful. Sometimes, during class, I secretly put my hands under the table and stroke them back and forth on a row of imaginary keys. There is no need for talent, knowledge or ambition. Everyone can naturally understand the artistic conception of Tao Yuanming's "stringless piano" in his youth.

Finally, one day, a music teacher agreed to teach her how to play the piano. It was in a small town in southern Taiwan. The school was large and empty. Because the music classroom faced a large tree that blocked the sky and the sun, the whole place became lush and classical. The girl walked towards the music classroom like a pilgrim through the dense shadows of the trees. After the summer showers, the yellow flowers on the trees hung sadly with overwhelming beauty. The girl walked carefully holding the music score.

I often cannot help but thank many people, such as my music teacher. He was so good. In my memory, I can no longer remember his bad temper or his slovenliness. I only remember him standing in front of the piano and teaching me to play that simple etude. Shishi, I remember that day, when you were playing those songs again on the piano, I couldn't help but run out of the study. Shishi, you can’t understand my excitement at that moment. I haven’t played the piano for more than ten years. When I first heard you playing those familiar tunes, I felt like it was a lifetime ago, and I almost suspected that the tunes were flowing from my wrist.——Shishi , my music teacher has passed away! His name will never be among the great musicians, but I still thank him and respect him. He taught me to embrace the music I love more. He is not a successful vocalist, but when he told us how he joined the army as a youth army and how he sang for the motherland in the passion of youth, what kind of voice was that? Shishi, I can no longer Saw my teacher. I went on a trip during the summer vacation, and when I came back, I didn’t expect that he had turned into a pile of ashes. The only thing I could do to comfort myself was that I had let him know that even though it had been more than ten years, I still loved him.

Shishi, I haven’t played the piano for more than ten years, but what is always there is the rhythm of the piano in my heart. My teacher never taught me to be a pianist, but he made me understand how to listen to this world full of love and warmth, this world where many people pay for you. Today, when your little hands are cheering back and forth on the keys, do you know where the musical seeds I transplanted to you come from? Poetry, every time I think about the chain of love in the world, the true feelings that bind each other, I can't help but feel a surge in my heart.

Sometimes, Shishi, what we need is a little conscience, a little gratitude, and a serious sense of guilt for others, a kind of humility that realizes that we owe something.

I still remember that in those years, music was actually a luxury term. Today, you and I can sit peacefully in the beautiful and peaceful music classroom, and you will feel that those pianos and drums have existed as a matter of course since the beginning of time.

No, Shishi, these beauties, these rights, were built together by many unknown hands. Poetry, sooner or later, we should learn to be reasonably grateful.

As time goes by, I feel more and more the joy of living among "people", the joy of living in my own land, the joy of having a history, and all the little " The joy of being with people. Shishi, this is a sentient world, and each of us lives in the goodwill of many others - and every goodwill is worthy of our pious gratitude to God.

One day, I happened to take a closer look at my pay packet! You can actually experience a sense of beauty in quiet meditation. For many years, I have not believed that money is a noble thing, but that day, I felt a certain poetry in my humility. I know that the salary that the government can give to public teachers is limited, but I seem to feel that this salary includes the corn of a certain taxpayer in the wilderness, the fish caught by a certain fisherman, the rice of a certain farmer, and the rice of a certain farmer. The girl's sugar cane, as well as the labor of many people in some factories, is either the sweat of a coal miner or the ingenuity of a handicraft worker. Shishi, you can go into the music classroom and learn the music courses you like, and you have more or less relationships with those people. The prosperity of society is based on the mutual cooperation of the broad masses of people. Poetry, today I can sit safely under the lamp and write, stand on the platform and say it, I can happily narrate part of the great ancient Chinese story to young children, I can talk about "Shuowen Jiezi" "Xu", or Wang Ji, Wang Fanzhi, I can calmly talk about the legends of the Tang Dynasty, the plain language of the Song Dynasty, and poetry. I have nothing to be proud of. I feel from the bottom of my heart that I will never forget the unforgettable love for God and the entire society. gratitude.

Sometimes I really want to say "thank you" to the government and soldiers. We enjoy tranquility in their sorrow and enjoy abundance in their exhaustion. There are not many people in the world who can live in a free, peaceful place where they know for sure that their head has the right to grow on their neck. Shishi, sometimes when I wake up in the morning and face a new day in the universe, a day that Li Bai and Shakespeare have no right to experience, I can't help but say to God: "I thank you, I thank this world, how much I want to go" Tell everyone that I am grateful to them. How much I want others to know that I have always felt a sense of guilt for their contributions and a heart that hopes to repay them."

Shi Shi, Music is between the four walls, music is outside the four walls, like the fragrance of flowers everywhere. The music gradually filters the air into something solid and sweet. You are standing on the stage, behind a big electronic keyboard, and every child is playing their own instrument seriously. What a wonderful afternoon! But, Shishi, I want you to know that the world is not all such a beautiful place. The system we live in and the environment we live in are not available everywhere in the world. Shishi, we can have you and stay together in a room with love, food and music, but if we are still ungrateful, we will be shameful.

One day, I accidentally talked to the dean of our school, and he said: "Did you know? For the 120 students in our school, the government has spent more than 100 million! On average, It’s one million per student, and this only refers to the time they enroll. If the cost of seven years of medical education is included, it’s about two million per person.”

I was deeply shocked at the time. Talents are created through hard work and expectation! Then I think about it, Shishi, haven’t you and I received education at public expense to a greater or lesser extent? When I was young, I often longed for the heroic spirit of walking alone in the wind and rain. Only when I grow up do I realize the kindness of brotherhood between people. When I was young, I was always proud of my unhindered ambitions. When I grow up, I realize that facing the development of heaven and earth and the deep love for all human beings, I should always have a bit of gratitude and a bit of apology in my heart - nothing is taken for granted. Everything we gain should be a pleasant surprise.

Raise the music, raise it again, Shishi, maybe you will have more concerts in the future - maybe this is your only one, but no matter what, I hope you remember the beauty of the music classroom Chunguang. I remember those little girls in colorful dresses, the music teacher with beautiful long hair, those pianos, those drums, and those happy songs. Shishi, no matter whether the world is difficult or not, remember that we have completed the beautiful first journey in joy. I hope that the new generation will always walk in the music of the piano. Those who truly have great responsibility are those who have experienced happiness and are convinced that everyone in the world has the right to happiness. The heroes who truly dare to plunge into the storm are those who have enjoyed true inner peace.

Shishi, I wish you were inside the music classroom, and I also wish you were outside the music classroom.

Shishi, the rain may be falling or it may not be falling, but we have already enjoyed the music of this afternoon. There are many moving meditations and warm associations in the music. Poems, may the world be a big music classroom, may the rustling trees be the piano pillars, may the gentle thousands of streams be long strings, poems, let us say that we have sung, we were the voice of our generation .

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