Prose Feng Jicai: Music in Autumn

Don't forget to bring music every time you travel. As long as there is music in your ears, your feelings about the scenery along the way will change completely.

It's no longer that distant and indifferent. Music not only stirs your heart, but also makes the scenery outside the window susceptible and emotional. The rich inner emotions aroused by various melodies and acoustics are all perceived by God, and it also magically recreates itself with your emotions. You cheer it up, you calm it down, you make it sad, and maybe give you a little sweet comfort in your life at the same time. This is a dialogue between true friends and hearts. ...

Its winding rivers, foothills, smoke, clouds, grass, trees, all the details are deeply saturated with your feelings flowing with music, and even everything is changing for you, constantly presenting a picture in your heart. It makes you suddenly see those images that have been hidden in your heart for a long time that are not specific, shapeless, hazy and lost in time.

So you fall deeper into the whirlpool of being moved and enjoy the special feeling that the picture, music and your soul are integrated. ...

In the autumn of October, I loosely put on a thick sweater and carried a big bag on my back, and went to Daxinganling, the northernmost part of Northeast China. On the way to the railway station, I suddenly found that I only brought a tape recorder, but I left my music at home. I happened to pass by a friend's house. He is a music fan, so he ran to borrow it from him. He gave me a new one, all of which were "background music". I asked him what it was, and he was dazed. He gave me a look and said:

"Autumn music."

He mostly said it casually, giving me the runaround. Maybe the title of this song came to him when he saw my hair flying loosely in the autumn wind.

As soon as the train left Shanhaiguan, I put on my headphones and listened to this autumn music. The melody at the beginning seems familiar. Before I doubt whether it really describes autumn, I rub my chin lazily on the neckline of a thick sweater, rub my hands together, and let the dry and cold back of my hand rub comfortably on the hot and humid palm. The whole body and mind will enter a strange feeling of warmth, sweetness and intoxication in autumn.

I pressed my cheek against the window glass, which was quite cold. I looked out of the window with the desire to enjoy, and the nature in autumn showed a splendid scene.

The sun shines on this harvest field like the bright timbre of a piano. The whole earth is like a mother who gave birth to a baby, happily stretching under the empty and sunny sky, lying with a plump and flexible body! The thick reddish brown exposed in the stubble is the strong skin color of Mother Earth. All the Woods have expanded their energy to the extreme in the hot summer competition, and now they are freely stretching their beautiful branches; All the gold leaves are its fruits. When the autumn wind turns, it boasts the richness of autumn.

Real wealth belongs to the creator; The real creator has this natural and unrestrained and carefree demeanor. ...

A bird flies with the melodious violin melody, leading me to the infinite pure sky. As soon as any emotion enters the sky, it becomes a boundless silence. The bigger the sky, the grander the great philosopher's head, and white clouds are his thoughts.

Sometimes when clouds meet, there will be a flash of wisdom and a philosophy that warns the world. Philosophers at this time are also tired and immersed in autumn relaxation. It is noble, peaceful and mysterious. Large and small, loose clouds are fragments of his thoughts, and the fragments are the most beautiful regardless of thoughts or emotions. ...

This ethereal and exquisite fragment of sound flows before my eyes, dazzling white in the sun. The bird with violin melody kept drilling into the sky, the higher it flew, the smaller it became, and finally it became a small black spot, and suddenly it plunged into a huge, furry and shiny cloud. ...

I suddenly remembered a sentence:

"As soon as I jumped on you, I felt infinitely gentle."

I also think of my words:

"I sleep in your dream."

It was a sunny morning. When I woke up after a good sleep, I just saw your hazy and fragrant face by my pillow. You smiled, just like a faint flower, quietly blooming in the lotus pond of rain and fog.

The next warm chord brings bleak pastoral scenery. Autumn dispels the green of the earth and adjusts all colors evenly with its neutral color. Harmonious and noble, stable and comfortable, only the harvest autumn can be so quiet and serene.

Several piles of shiny wheat straw, a ray of silvery blue translucent kitchen smoke, a tree stands here and there on the plain, and a motley cow slowly grazes here and there.

Against the background of the strings, a quiet and beautiful face gradually floated to my heart. I once sketched this face with a kiss like a painter's pen: outline, eyebrows, eyes, lips ... This sketch is extremely wonderful, intangible but memorable. The vortex in your mouth, the trembling eyelashes, the tiny and smooth plane on your bulging forehead and pointed chin. ...

Close-ups swept through, and the foreground followed me slowly. The earth rotated slowly like a record, and this pastoral song echoed in my ears.

A dying old tree walked into the middle of this huge record bit by bit. Its root is like a needle, drawing a sad tune in the depths of nature. The light in the heart and the light of the scenery turn dark together, even if a bay of river water is strongly reflected, it is cold, harsh and desolate.

All shadows have turned into autumn blues; Everything in Xiao Shu has lost the passion of the past, and each holds the loneliness of life; A small sunflower that opened late behind the fence, like the last wave that you extended in the crowd when you said goodbye, was left behind by the rumbling train. ...

The germination, trembling and turmoil of spring, the noise, luxuriance and prosperity of summer have all disappeared and gone forever. No matter how brilliant it was, how proud it was, how radiant it was, and how proudly it squandered its energy and talent, after all, the past has passed.

Life is one-off; Life takes time as the carrier, which determines the tragedy that human beings will inevitably end in death. Who can find yesterday and the day before yesterday, even if it is a painful farewell, it is also happiness. There are still many ignorant childhood, young mother, and the dream of first love, which are far away from this old autumn.

A thick and sad mixed music scatters aimlessly, rendering the scenery everywhere. I suddenly want to shout and stop this train and go back!

Suddenly, a avenue rushed out vertically. In the evening, it shines like a horn, and the sound makes a large forest rise like a golden brass band, playing solemn music and coming into view.

Before I could tell whether it was the music or the change of the picture, my mood suddenly changed, and my sadness just now was swept away. When the young trees that are still green in the depths of the dense forest are swaying, I suddenly realize that the fall of autumn is all an illusion!

It just hides life before the cold wind comes, buries the green in the ground, accumulates and concentrates under the snow in winter, and waits for the next spring to double the luxury again!

On the hillside in the distance, the tomb looks like a fire in the sunset, magical and mysterious. Where is a corpse or a lonely soul buried?

Since every life leaves after creating another life, what is death? Isn't death a change of life, a change of melody and a change of picture? Then what is more solemn, sacred and charming than death in the world? Devote oneself to a great death for rebirth ...

Autumn music is like the sound of a temple; This magnificent and lofty thunderbolt has wrapped all my body and mind and purified them. I was surprised to feel as transparent as glass.

At this moment, I suddenly saw two old people sitting opposite, having an intimate conversation. The sunset made their faces very red, and all the wrinkles were as clear as painted. Autumn of life! They devote their youth and all their energy to the world, and the pigment in their hair will dry up. Isn't this the most precious thing in the world?

I watched them approach each other and talk softly. I feel so full of love that I really want to say something nice to them. I took off my headphones and didn't speak, but I heard them talking about the superiors and subordinates in the unit, which is related to which, which is competitive with which, which is more reliable and which is more unreliable. This is a future trouble and a must. ...

I was so stunned that I couldn't listen to it anymore. I quickly put on my headphones again, turned on the music, listened to it again and looked at the scenery outside the window. Strange! This time, Qiu Le, those feelings, are gone.

"Art is a lie to life."

Tell my friend this when I return this tape to him.

He doesn't know why I came to this conclusion, and I don't know why he said to me:

"Art is actually a comfort to life."

-This article is selected from Feng Jicai's Human Life.

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