Beethoven once said that music is a higher revelation than all wisdom, all philosophy. It doesn't need to be explained, it's a language that everyone understands. It spans time and space and brings people deep soul feelings. Let's share the children's love and understanding of music.
There's always a song
Bayi Middle School International Department Senior Two (3) Class Hou Ruolin
We often use the years as songs to describe life and interpret the past. I love music and long for a life like a song. Such a life has a mission at every stage, just as each song has its own main theme. It has a unique brilliance at each stage, just as each song blooms independently and each blooms brilliantly. It has joys and sorrows at every stage, and is still as colorful and cheerful as music.
The first song I learned was called "Beijing Chicks." At that time, I was still ignorant, and from this song, I remembered that my home was in Beijing, and I was a Beijing girl. "Everything beautiful I pursue, heroic and cool to break into the world, not to the top and not to look back." The lyrics describe exactly what I was character and pursued at that time.
Looking back, from childhood to adulthood, along the way, there was always a song that brought me warmth and inspiration at the most suitable time. I like to be brave and cool in the world, but when I really study and live abroad, I encounter many difficulties. I felt lonely, nervous, and even bitterly in tears. Until one day I heard an old song called "We Are The World." The charity song was written in the 1980s and was sung by more than 40 popular American singers. It is a song full of love and warmth to raise funds for the charity of hungry children in Africa. It inspired me and made me realize that only with a broad mind can we truly see the world. This song brings me an invisible force, and whenever I encounter learning challenges, cultural differences and misunderstandings, I will respond with a positive and optimistic, generous and inclusive mentality from the heart.
As I get older, it's not just the music itself that gives me strength, but also the stories of great musicians. The German composer Beethoven was completely deaf at the age of 49, what a cruel thing for a musician, but he did not bow to fate. Whenever I hear his Symphony of Destiny, I feel an indomitable force.
I wrote my story with the music, and at this time the autumn breeze outside the window was faint. The road of life is long, it is impossible to always blossom in spring, fortunately, with the company of music, we can bravely move forward and climb to the top!
Instructor Wishing North
A song of dreams
171 Middle School Senior One (4) Class Zhou Shixiong
Summer nights, insects chirping, no sleep. In the distance of the tall building, there was a burst of strings. The acoustic guitar resting on my right leg weighed as hard as a jack of stone. Not surprising, because it had been lying on my lap for four hours.
Sweltering heat and irritability surrounded me, and I was overwhelmed by three or four hours of guitar practice every day. The dream of once vowing to become a master has long been washed away by the heat and boredom. At this point I had only one thought in my mind: to flee. Immediately after school started, I tucked the guitar into the heavy case and pulled the zipper without hesitation.
A semester is coming to an end soon, and the New Year's Day party is coming. My classmates and I scratched our heads and wondered what program to prepare. After dinner, I lay in bed and stared at the starry sky outside the window, remembering the dry heat of summer and that dream. I set my sights on the case in the corner. Wipe away the dust, pull open the zipper, and the familiar brown-yellow body and beautiful patterns will come into view again. Wipe clean, erect, close your eyes, press the strings, and the sound of dreams slowly restarts.
I played the soundtrack of Hayao Miyazaki's film, The Hill of the Wind. The muffled technique that began seemed to take me into the paradise at once. There were secluded valleys and bright sunshine, and I wandered among them alone. Gently lifting the right hand pressed on the piano code, the quiet valley suddenly turned into a cheerful river, the breeze blew, I boated on the river, and watched the sparkling water and the shadows of the trees swaying. On a small island in the middle of the lake, new swallows nest and sing. When I got to the high-pitched part, it seemed as if it had suddenly darkened around me, and nature had become a stage, with a ray of moonlight shining in the center of the stage. I was on the stage, my fingers flicking so fast that the hardest part of the song was bounced out by me.
At the end of the song, I returned to the cottage of reality. At this moment, in my heart, the dream-chasing heart that has been sleeping for a long time has been restarted. At the New Year's Day party, I played out "what I have learned in my life" in a big way, and the audience responded with warm applause.
While my dream of becoming a guitar master has not yet come true, I am one step closer to it. Thanks to this performance, I re-played the song of chasing dreams and learned that I can't give up lightly.
Instructor Wang Lei
Have fun
Changping No.2 Junior High School Third (1) Class Cao Ziyi
The setting sun casts a afterglow and the noisy campus calms down. Students walked out of the campus in groups of three or five and disappeared into the twilight. At this moment, I was sitting at the piano of the school orchestra playing, my fingers beating rapidly on the black and white keyboard, and my thoughts drifted into the depths of my memory.
It was when I was five years old, and my mother enrolled me in a piano training class. At first, I was very resistant to learning the piano, and the first time I went to class, I cried and threw the sheet music book to the ground. Mom's lips trembled with anger. Teacher Yang, who taught the piano, did not rebuke me, but just gently patted me on the shoulder and began to play "Little Star Variations". The cheerful sound of the piano was like a gust of fresh wind, which quickly captured my young heart. My story with music began that day.
Slowly, I began to appreciate the beautiful melody flowing from the teacher's fingertips, and I also fell in love with playing the piano. Day after day, I passed the ninth grade of piano at the Central Conservatory of Music in the sixth grade of primary school. Looking back now, if there was no persistence and encouragement from Teacher Yang that day, there might not have been my current happiness and achievements.
The six years of elementary school flew by in the sound of the piano, and in the blink of an eye, I had entered junior high school. The sharp pressure of schoolwork made me feel breathless, and at this time, it was a pleasure to play a few pieces a day in front of the piano.
When I'm lost, I'll play Pirates of the Caribbean, and a couple of sudden bursts of junior chords can rekindle my fighting spirit. When I'm tired, I play Green Sleeves, and the beautiful arpeggios relax me. During that time, thanks to the company of music, it was like a ray of light, illuminating the direction of my progress.
One person's playing is just enjoying it alone, and working with others is the real joy. In my second year of junior high school, I participated in the performance of the school arts festival with three teachers and brothers from the school wind orchestra and achieved excellent results. We carefully prepared, from the selection of songs, orchestration to rehearsals, performances, all of which condensed our common efforts. If it weren't for our shared hobbies that brought us into the orchestra, our lives might not have had any intersection. It is the music that brings us together, we compete with each other, we appreciate and encourage each other. Music has made me harvest friendship and joy.
Thanks to the music, it gives me the motivation to move forward and allows me to meet wonderful people. In the future, I will insist on my love of music and let that piece of piano always accompany me.
Instructor Tang Tang
I can
Twenty-second secondary school second (6) class Guo Ruihan
Whenever I see someone else's slender and slender fingers going back and forth between the strings, I am envious. I envy them for playing such beautiful songs, for their fingers for so dexterously playing between the strings, and even more envious of the intoxicating look that flows between their eyebrows.
But how can you just be obsessed with the way others play the piano? Under my soft and hard bubble, my mother bought a handful of ninety percent new Xiao Ruan from a pawnshop and invited a friend who was a folk music professional to be my master. Master's surname is Yun, and when I first met her, she was dressed in linen, had long black hair, and her light maroon wooden ruan face was covered with a thick layer of pulp, which made me respect Master.
In early spring, when the sky was just dark and the morning breeze blew into the house to bring a chill, I couldn't wait to get up from bed and start "self-studying" on the score. However, my fingers were so stiff that I could only play a few simple lifting and lowering tones, and the original cheerful song was actually played by me as sad as "Han Palace Autumn Moon".
After playing a song, it is difficult to stand up and relax, but the lower body is like thousands of ants crawling around. At this time, Master warned me that everything should not be rushed to achieve success, and that we should accumulate and find our own methods and study them intensively in order to succeed.
At night, I lay in bed for a long time and could not sleep, repeatedly tasting Master's words, Jing is an impetuous nemesis, but also a necessity to stick to the road. There is no shortcut to everything, only by gritting your teeth can you succeed. Everything is difficult at the beginning, I firmly believe that I can!
Spring to summer, I finally realized a little bit of the doorway. As soon as he had time, he would go back and forth in the air, as if holding an "invisible Ruan", and he also shook his head and hummed. Occasionally, there was a light rain, and the sound of the dripping rain and my increasingly skilled piano sound were harmonized, and it was so harmonious.
I really stuck with it. From the incident of Xue Nguyen, I really felt the importance of persistence. Everything is expensive to insist on, so there is no difficulty in the world, but I am afraid of people with hearts.
Instructor Diao Ruixin
The flute is melodious
Haidian Continuing Education Experimental School Junior Second (6) Class Xu Ruiheng
The beauty of the flute lies in the empathy that it can make people empathize. Whether it is a Han national musical instrument, an ethnic minority musical instrument, or a Western musical instrument, there is a flute figure.
In ancient times, melodious flutes could be heard in the busy streets, by the small bridges where weeping willows were weeping, and in the crowded shops, workshops, taverns and tea houses. Every time in Lichun, the musicians will play a beautiful flute song to welcome the arrival of the spring girl. On that moonlit night, a humorous and resentful "Folding Willow" came faintly from the Lake Pavilion, making many wanderers from other places and deeply resentful women shed tears. The sound of the flute can bring empathy to people's state of mind.
In Tibet, the "roof of the world", herders live a self-sufficient life, accompanied by a wide variety of animals, and enjoy nature's special favors here. In order to relieve the boredom of the shepherd, they used the wing bones of the eagle to make a flute, known as the "eagle flute". The crisp and gentle sound of the eagle flute echoed in the vast plateau, and everyone who heard it felt open-minded and happy. The sound of the flute can bring people empathy.
During the COVID-19 pandemic in Europe, an Italian girl stayed at home with nothing to do and played the flute on the balcony. The melodious and crisp sound of the flute spread throughout the building, and neighbors praised the young girl. At this time, the flute sweeps away the dust in their hearts and brings people empathy for love.
The simple structure has produced countless beautiful pieces. People are intoxicated by the sound of the flute, by the melody that has penetrated their ears. I love the flute and the timeless classics that have been handed down for thousands of years.
Instructor Sui Lingfang
The city's new and old Shunyi No. 1 High School No. 2 (9) Ban Luo Xiang
Jin Yong wrote in the novel "Smiling Proud of the Rivers and Lakes" that Dan Qingsheng added ten years of new brewing into fifty years of aged wine, and the aging wine suddenly had less storage of the dry and fierce atmosphere that had been generated over the years, and more of the sweetness of the new wine, and the new wine had more afterglow of aging, and the fusion of intermingling was endless. This is the case with winemaking, and the same is true for the development and construction of cities.
Barcelona in Spain is known as one of the best cities in Europe. Why? I think it's not just because it sticks to tradition, but more importantly it blends the old and the new well.
At first, I didn't understand Barcelona's measures, such as the fact that if you wanted to erase the murals in an old house, you would be fined tens of thousands of euros, even if the house was your own. Later, I slowly understood the reasoning. Those murals precipitate the history of the city, and like Beijing's towers and hutongs, they really deserve to be well protected.
While adhering to tradition, Barcelona is constantly embracing new elements. Like Paris, France, Barcelona's tourism revenue accounts for a very high proportion of the city's fiscal revenue, but the locals do not want to turn it into another Paris, they want to develop high-tech. To make room for new industries, the Barcelona government rezoned The 22nd Arrondissement, but did not break the original small block structure. The replanned District 22 is aligned with the grid pattern of the entire city, becoming a place where old and new merge.
Not all old buildings have a preserved meaning, but for historical culture, we should pay enough respect. The old is the foundation of the new, and the new things cannot come out of thin air, and are often the inheritance and development of the old things. Whether it is development or transformation, it must always originate from history in order to gain a firm foothold. If the new is a high pavilion, the old is a base, and if there is no support, the new thing is nothing more than a castle in the air.
New, like a child with weeping hair, old, like an old man with a long beard. Children always rely on the support and guidance of their elders to grow up, and the elderly who are dying of age also need a youthful vitality to supplement and inherit. The 600-year-old Forbidden City once showed a cold, heavy and solemn image, but now it has become literary, fashionable and affinity. It has opened a lantern festival, opened a microblog, and launched many Internet celebrity cultural and creative products. The Forbidden City said that it would use the "new" to guard the next 600 years of the Forbidden City.
The new and the old are opposed and unified. The old and the new blend and reflect each other in order to complement each other and radiate eternal beauty.