Chapter 1: Comprehension
"The first time. Enlightenment
Chapter: 877 Words
The torrential rain was like uncontrollable tears pouring down from the sky, and the strong wind was mixed with anger as it whistled across the land.
The light was dim, but it was enough for me to see the stormy world outside the window.
A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating this profound topic: "To live or to die, that is the question. Death was sleep, and sleep would lead to dreams. That would be troublesome. Once we are free from the noise of the world and live in the sleep of death, we cannot help but hesitate at the thought..."
He turned off the lights and let the darkness spread in front of him, filling the entire house. Darkness was an emotion that could not be swept away or erased.
It existed in every corner of the world.
However, darkness did not represent fear. It was a simple emotion, while fear was complicated because it originated from the doubts of all thoughts about the unknown world.
The night was so dark that it was almost transparent. It was like an invisible mirror that reflected me and my thoughts.
I took out the old CD player and slowly put it on my ears. I let the notes flow with my blood and quietly lay in the embrace of the night.
For the first time, I realized that the bed was so soft because my body was sinking into it, as if I was sinking into an endless passageway.
Time passed silently, one second…what mysterious question was hidden inside? Was it the Da Vinci Code? Or Einstein's theory of relativity?
These mysteries that he couldn't understand were also mysteries that he could touch. It was only a matter of time.
He turned his head gently and his gaze stopped at the corner of the wall. It was a piano that was sleeping soundly, suffused with the luster that the darkness had given it.
I have always thought that piano is the embodiment of the Blues, so sad, but this sadness will always be hidden inadvertently. I know where the eighty-eight keys are because they are limited, and I am infinite. Tomorrow there are endless keys waiting for me, so how should I play?
My eyes searched for the answer. I saw the guitar leaning against the piano. Although it was lying there quietly, I believed that it must be singing loudly in its heart, singing its own emotion-rock and roll.
I've been listening to rock and roll all this time, listening to those rough, decadent screams and tears rising and suddenly falling. They fell into pieces, and then the pieces piled up into a small house, making him curl up inside. Those angry thoughts sing in my hair day and night.
But whether it was rock or blue, they all pursued the same realm-classical.
Like the serenades that my ears sing to me, it is a transcendent art, the purest place of the human heart. The great classical musicians, such as Bach, Grieg, Bach, Tchaikov, Liszt, and Johann Jr., were perhaps the shattered ideals of the past, or perhaps, the profound topic of shakespeare.
Classics are ideals, Blues are illusions; Rock and roll was reality…
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