Chapter 1070: 1070
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Franz-Schubert, one of the most famous composers in Austrian history.
People like Bach, Beethoven, Mozart, and Haydn; but for many people, Schubert is too gentle and too modest. His indecision slowly permeates the melody weaving, following the piano. The coldness and loneliness of the violin slowly flowed down.
But it is precisely this tranquility that gives Schubert a unique temperament.
Every musical note is derived from poetic inner emotions, calm down, and carefully taste the dancing melody between the staff, and you can see the world in Schubert’s eyes in a trance:
The gurgling stream is flowing slowly, the golden sunlight penetrates the crystal clear water droplets, reflecting the bright light; the shabby hand-operated organ of the street performer, the dirty coins and the dirt of the fingers, and the weather-beaten face; on the quaint dome The skylark flapping its wings above, the noise of the twittering, tore through the winter cold, the icicles under the eaves began to melt, and a ray of spring light fell on the palm.
That is a world, a world where everything is revived and life is awakened.
Those lonely, poignant, sad, passionate, and depressing emotions are expressed through the smallest form of arrangement. The means of expression are like the principle of structure, subject to the diversity of poetry, and the music score is sometimes as simple and plain as a ballad. , Sometimes it sings like a poem, and the harmony is full of excitement/emotional and delicate expressiveness, and the tones and chords of different tones are mixed with each other, which accentuates the sudden change of mood in the poem.
In Schubert’s melodies, especially the piano, the melancholic and sentimental, excited and sensitive tone is always so delicate, telling the most lifelike and most private stories, and those lifelike pictures blow out between the musical notes. Out.
The melodious music reverberates in the vast and vast space, ethereal and distant, quiet and surging, slowly permeating into the boundless universe, as if you can see the night and the music intertwined, slowly sketching the outline of the sky. , Slowly approaching the light source from far to near, the faint halo quietly dyed a layer of elegant peace.
The magnificent waves, the thrilling, the magnificent and magnificent, all gradually calmed down, but... it was just a silence, the silence where all the voices disappeared-even Schubert's piano music seemed to disappear into the endless darkness. In the middle, it evolved into a part of the nebula, leaving only an endless...silence.
This silence was so wonderful that the whole mood slowly settled down. There was no breeze, no temperature, or even no gravity. It was so pure, so thorough, and so heavy that it precipitated involuntarily every time. An inch of muscle and every cell began to relax, just simply wandering in it, as if... as if he had completely disappeared.
It is not the disappearance of soul death, but the disappearance of the incarnation as a dust, which merges into the whole magnificence and vastness incomparably small. No matter how hard you struggle and resist, you can't shake the tens of thousands, hundreds of millions of times the behemoth, so Can only look up quietly and become a part of it.
I just disappeared like this.
In the trance, the barriers between oneself and the world, reality and illusion disappeared. Time and space lost their meaning, but stagnated at a certain node, and then the brain fell into a blank space, and the world became bigger and bigger. The bigger it came, it finally exceeded the range that the brain could bear, and it burst out like this.
Deep in the pupil, that faint halo gradually condensed and evolved into a huge light source, bursting with hot and dazzling white light. There is no color, no temperature, but a pure light source that penetrates the pupil, penetrates the mind, and falls on the soul. Every cell can feel the existence of this light source.
That is the sun.
There is no imaginary...the dazzling brilliance, and there is no imaginary high temperature and heat, everything seems to be just an illusion; but the gorgeous light is like a rainbow, gliding across the entire universe mightily, even The Milky Way looked bleak, and a magnificence was pulled out from the vast interstellar space, and then, at the end of the bridge of light, I saw the earth.
The familiar and unfamiliar earth.
It is not blue.
No, it is blue, but the blue is so colorful and rich, and the blue is so majestic, dark blue, azure blue, emerald blue, mint blue, peacock blue, the layers of blue are like Van Gogh’s writing " The "starry sky" is general, distorted and abstract, but it is naturally integrated, making all the colors, all the designs, and all the imaginations pale and weak.
The mixed green, brown, and gray are rendered in large areas, but they disappear completely, and they are connected with blue. A few strokes outline a grand and majestic picture, dotted with white dots. Among them, inadvertently portrayed the shock.
In an instant, the eye sockets could not help but moist. The pure shock penetrated the brain, the emotion, and the reason, shining directly in the depths of the soul, and then began to tremble with exclamation. Also disappeared completely.
Only when you have truly witnessed the magnificence can you realize your own insignificance; only when you have truly experienced the magnificence, can you understand your humbleness. The beating of the heart and the flow of blood are clearer than ever before, once and again, reminding myself to be alive and truly. With tears in his eyes, the smile bloomed like this, and then he let himself be lost in this way, lost in this blue.
At this moment, he is not Lanly Hall, he is not Ryan Stone, and he is not even Chu Jiashu. He is just a simple life form, looking up at the universe, and then disappearing from it.
In fact, with a clear mind, Lan Li clearly knows what he is going through. He is in the light box of the Surrey Studio. He is preparing for the movie "Gravity". He is experiencing the loneliness of space. Sense, he is feeling the journey of Ryan Stone's heart after he fell into despair.
He also knows what he should do. During the filming of "Buried alive", he has truly felt the fear and despair in the desperate situation. He has also truly felt the oppression and dullness in the narrow space, the taste of being buried alive. Still lifelike; so, this time, he doesn't need to review it again.
According to the plan, he should calm down, feel Schubert's melody seriously, and make his heart stop completely, then skip the first stage of "gravity" and go directly to the second stage. After the struggle and resistance are over, his emotions gradually Pain and torture falling apart.
He knows, he knows it all.
But now, these things have lost their meaning. The thoughts in my mind, about the self, about the self, about the performance, about the plan, all the thoughts are real, but gradually disappear into the darkness in the corner, slowly It calmed down slowly, just letting myself disappear into this blue, letting myself disappear into the chaos.
Silence has a kind of artistic beauty.
When the silence reached its extreme, loneliness began to grow slowly, turning around, trying to find a partner, and to appreciate the eternity of this moment together. After time and space ceased to exist, it seemed that only life became the only existence and The only meaning. In the long river of hundreds of millions of years, in the boundless universe of the universe, life has always been cycled, causally cycled.
The life cycle can vary from long to short, ranging from a glowing firefly overnight to a thousand-year-old ancient tree; from a city inherited for thousands of years to an unchanging ocean, the short life span of a hundred years is so insignificant. All the struggling is just a struggle trapped in a small box.
Up to this moment, he seems to have finally realized the magnificence and magnificence of the "Tree of Life", and he also seems to finally feel the majestic and magnificence of life. If there is such a feeling, it will be fleeting, just a blink of an eye. , And then disappeared in that mighty halo.
Involuntarily, he followed the light in front of him and began to turn his neck with difficulty, even though he himself did not know what he was looking for, other human beings, other living entities, or other reference objects, but he found nothing, that faint Sadness and loss filled the depths of his pupils.
The extreme loneliness entwined at the fingertips, danced at the tip of the tongue, surging in my heart, a daze loomed between the eyebrows, involuntarily ~www.novelhall.com~ Lan Li tried to speak up.
This is not necessary, he is clearly aware of this, but he just wants to speak.
"Hello?"
The sound broke through the shackles of the throat and made a slight sound, but it only spread for a short while, then hit the wall of the light box, immediately bounced back, and disappeared completely in the blink of an eye, except for himself, nothing at all. People can hear.
The rest is still silence, as silent as the end of the world.
Almost instinctively, before the rational and emotional judgments and reactions, the voice sounded again, "Hello, anyone?" This time it was louder, but the result was still the same, the endless silence was like The tide generally swept in, and then began to submerge the ankles, calves, thighs, waist little by little...
Just a moment of breathing, the whole person fell into suffocation-like loneliness.
He opened his mouth and breathed in big mouths, as if he was really drowning and suffocating. Worse, he didn't feel too much oxygen in his chest, and the burning lungs were still expelling oxygen, making the suffocation feel. It became more and more real; but before he had time to struggle, the support under his feet suddenly disappeared, instantly losing weight and landing freely.
Uncontrollably, the panic exploded deep in his heart. In the next step, he began to wave his hands and feet, and began to struggle, but even more frightening was that his limbs were tightly bound to the spot. The more struggling, the more tightening, that imprisoned force cut off all vitality.
God!
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Franz-Schubert, one of the most famous composers in Austrian history.
People like Bach, Beethoven, Mozart, and Haydn; but for many people, Schubert is too gentle and too modest. His indecision slowly permeates the melody weaving, following the piano. The coldness and loneliness of the violin slowly flowed down.
But it is precisely this tranquility that gives Schubert a unique temperament.
Every musical note is derived from poetic inner emotions, calm down, and carefully taste the dancing melody between the staff, and you can see the world in Schubert’s eyes in a trance:
The gurgling stream is flowing slowly, the golden sunlight penetrates the crystal clear water droplets, reflecting the bright light; the shabby hand-operated organ of the street performer, the dirty coins and the dirt of the fingers, and the weather-beaten face; on the quaint dome The skylark flapping its wings above, the noise of the twittering, tore through the winter cold, the icicles under the eaves began to melt, and a ray of spring light fell on the palm.
That is a world, a world where everything is revived and life is awakened.
Those lonely, poignant, sad, passionate, and depressing emotions are expressed through the smallest form of arrangement. The means of expression are like the principle of structure, subject to the diversity of poetry, and the music score is sometimes as simple and plain as a ballad. , Sometimes it sings like a poem, and the harmony is full of excitement/emotional and delicate expressiveness, and the tones and chords of different tones are mixed with each other, which accentuates the sudden change of mood in the poem.
In Schubert’s melodies, especially the piano, the melancholic and sentimental, excited and sensitive tone is always so delicate, telling the most lifelike and most private stories, and those lifelike pictures blow out between the musical notes. Out.
The melodious music reverberates in the vast and vast space, ethereal and distant, quiet and surging, slowly permeating into the boundless universe, as if you can see the night and the music intertwined, slowly sketching the outline of the sky. , Slowly approaching the light source from far to near, the faint halo quietly dyed a layer of elegant peace.
The magnificent waves, the thrilling, the magnificent and magnificent, all gradually calmed down, but... it was just a silence, the silence where all the voices disappeared-even Schubert's piano music seemed to disappear into the endless darkness. In the middle, it evolved into a part of the nebula, leaving only an endless...silence.
This silence was so wonderful that the whole mood slowly settled down. There was no breeze, no temperature, or even no gravity. It was so pure, so thorough, and so heavy that it precipitated involuntarily every time. An inch of muscle and every cell began to relax, just simply wandering in it, as if... as if he had completely disappeared.
It is not the disappearance of soul death, but the disappearance of the incarnation as a dust, which merges into the whole magnificence and vastness incomparably small. No matter how hard you struggle and resist, you can't shake the tens of thousands, hundreds of millions of times the behemoth, so Can only look up quietly and become a part of it.
I just disappeared like this.
In the trance, the barriers between oneself and the world, reality and illusion disappeared. Time and space lost their meaning, but stagnated at a certain node, and then the brain fell into a blank space, and the world became bigger and bigger. The bigger it came, it finally exceeded the range that the brain could bear, and it burst out like this.
Deep in the pupil, that faint halo gradually condensed and evolved into a huge light source, bursting with hot and dazzling white light. There is no color, no temperature, but a pure light source that penetrates the pupil, penetrates the mind, and falls on the soul. Every cell can feel the existence of this light source.
That is the sun.
There is no imaginary...the dazzling brilliance, and there is no imaginary high temperature and heat, everything seems to be just an illusion; but the gorgeous light is like a rainbow, gliding across the entire universe mightily, even The Milky Way looked bleak, and a magnificence was pulled out from the vast interstellar space, and then, at the end of the bridge of light, I saw the earth.
The familiar and unfamiliar earth.
It is not blue.
No, it is blue, but the blue is so colorful and rich, and the blue is so majestic, dark blue, azure blue, emerald blue, mint blue, peacock blue, the layers of blue are like Van Gogh’s writing " The "starry sky" is general, distorted and abstract, but it is naturally integrated, making all the colors, all the designs, and all the imaginations pale and weak.
The mixed green, brown, and gray are rendered in large areas, but they disappear completely, and they are connected with blue. A few strokes outline a grand and majestic picture, dotted with white dots. Among them, inadvertently portrayed the shock.
In an instant, the eye sockets could not help but moist. The pure shock penetrated the brain, the emotion, and the reason, shining directly in the depths of the soul, and then began to tremble with exclamation. Also disappeared completely.
Only when you have truly witnessed the magnificence can you realize your own insignificance; only when you have truly experienced the magnificence, can you understand your humbleness. The beating of the heart and the flow of blood are clearer than ever before, once and again, reminding myself to be alive and truly. With tears in his eyes, the smile bloomed like this, and then he let himself be lost in this way, lost in this blue.
At this moment, he is not Lanly Hall, he is not Ryan Stone, and he is not even Chu Jiashu. He is just a simple life form, looking up at the universe, and then disappearing from it.
In fact, with a clear mind, Lan Li clearly knows what he is going through. He is in the light box of the Surrey Studio. He is preparing for the movie "Gravity". He is experiencing the loneliness of space. Sense, he is feeling the journey of Ryan Stone's heart after he fell into despair.
He also knows what he should do. During the filming of "Buried alive", he has truly felt the fear and despair in the desperate situation. He has also truly felt the oppression and dullness in the narrow space, the taste of being buried alive. Still lifelike; so, this time, he doesn't need to review it again.
According to the plan, he should calm down, feel Schubert's melody seriously, and make his heart stop completely, then skip the first stage of "gravity" and go directly to the second stage. After the struggle and resistance are over, his emotions gradually Pain and torture falling apart.
He knows, he knows it all.
But now, these things have lost their meaning. The thoughts in my mind, about the self, about the self, about the performance, about the plan, all the thoughts are real, but gradually disappear into the darkness in the corner, slowly It calmed down slowly, just letting myself disappear into this blue, letting myself disappear into the chaos.
Silence has a kind of artistic beauty.
When the silence reached its extreme, loneliness began to grow slowly, turning around, trying to find a partner, and to appreciate the eternity of this moment together. After time and space ceased to exist, it seemed that only life became the only existence and The only meaning. In the long river of hundreds of millions of years, in the boundless universe of the universe, life has always been cycled, causally cycled.
The life cycle can vary from long to short, ranging from a glowing firefly overnight to a thousand-year-old ancient tree; from a city inherited for thousands of years to an unchanging ocean, the short life span of a hundred years is so insignificant. All the struggling is just a struggle trapped in a small box.
Up to this moment, he seems to have finally realized the magnificence and magnificence of the "Tree of Life", and he also seems to finally feel the majestic and magnificence of life. If there is such a feeling, it will be fleeting, just a blink of an eye. , And then disappeared in that mighty halo.
Involuntarily, he followed the light in front of him and began to turn his neck with difficulty, even though he himself did not know what he was looking for, other human beings, other living entities, or other reference objects, but he found nothing, that faint Sadness and loss filled the depths of his pupils.
The extreme loneliness entwined at the fingertips, danced at the tip of the tongue, surging in my heart, a daze loomed between the eyebrows, involuntarily ~www.novelhall.com~ Lan Li tried to speak up.
This is not necessary, he is clearly aware of this, but he just wants to speak.
"Hello?"
The sound broke through the shackles of the throat and made a slight sound, but it only spread for a short while, then hit the wall of the light box, immediately bounced back, and disappeared completely in the blink of an eye, except for himself, nothing at all. People can hear.
The rest is still silence, as silent as the end of the world.
Almost instinctively, before the rational and emotional judgments and reactions, the voice sounded again, "Hello, anyone?" This time it was louder, but the result was still the same, the endless silence was like The tide generally swept in, and then began to submerge the ankles, calves, thighs, waist little by little...
Just a moment of breathing, the whole person fell into suffocation-like loneliness.
He opened his mouth and breathed in big mouths, as if he was really drowning and suffocating. Worse, he didn't feel too much oxygen in his chest, and the burning lungs were still expelling oxygen, making the suffocation feel. It became more and more real; but before he had time to struggle, the support under his feet suddenly disappeared, instantly losing weight and landing freely.
Uncontrollably, the panic exploded deep in his heart. In the next step, he began to wave his hands and feet, and began to struggle, but even more frightening was that his limbs were tightly bound to the spot. The more struggling, the more tightening, that imprisoned force cut off all vitality.
God!
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Franz-Schubert, one of the most famous composers in Austrian history.People like Bach, Beethoven, Mozart, and Haydn; but for many people, Schubert is too gentle and too modest. His indecision slowly permeates the melody weaving, following the piano. The coldness and loneliness of the violin slowly flowed down.But it is precisely this tranquility that gives Schubert a unique temperament.Every musical note is derived from poetic inner emotions, calm down, and carefully taste the dancing melody between the staff, and you can see the world in Schubert's eyes in a trance:The gurgling stream is flowing slowly, the golden sunlight penetrates the crystal clear water droplets, reflecting the bright light; the shabby hand-operated organ of the street performer, the dirty coins and the dirt of the fingers, and the weather-beaten face; on the quaint dome The skylark flapping its wings above, the noise of the twittering, tore through the winter cold, the icicles under the eaves began to melt, and a ray of spring light fell on the palm.That is a world, a world where everything is revived and life is awakened.Those lonely, poignant, sad, passionate, and depressing emotions are expressed through the smallest form of arrangement. The means of expression are like the principle of structure, subject to the diversity of poetry, and the music score is sometimes as simple and plain as a ballad. , Sometimes it sings like a poem, and the harmony is full of excitement/emotional and delicate expressiveness, and the tones and chords of different tones are mixed with each other, which accentuates the sudden change of mood in the poem.In Schubert's melodies, especially the piano, the melancholic and sentimental, excited and sensitive tone is always so delicate, telling the most lifelike and most private stories, and those lifelike pictures blow out between the musical notes. Out.The melodious music reverberates in the vast and vast space, ethereal and distant, quiet and surging, slowly permeating into the boundless universe, as if you can see the night and the music intertwined, slowly sketching the outline of the sky. , Slowly approaching the light source from far to near, the faint halo quietly dyed a layer of elegant peace.The magnificent waves, the thrilling, the magnificent and magnificent, all gradually calmed down, but... it was just a silence, the silence where all the voices disappeared-even Schubert's piano music seemed to disappear into the endless darkness. In the middle, it evolved into a part of the nebula, leaving only an endless...silence.This silence was so wonderful that the whole mood slowly settled down. There was no breeze, no temperature, or even no gravity. It was so pure, so thorough, and so heavy that it precipitated involuntarily every time. An inch of muscle and every cell began to relax, just simply wandering in it, as if... as if he had completely disappeared.It is not the disappearance of soul death, but the disappearance of the incarnation as a dust, which merges into the whole magnificence and vastness incomparably small. No matter how hard you struggle and resist, you can't shake the tens of thousands, hundreds of millions of times the behemoth, so Can only look up quietly and become a part of it.I just disappeared like this.In the trance, the barriers between oneself and the world, reality and illusion disappeared. Time and space lost their meaning, but stagnated at a certain node, and then the brain fell into a blank space, and the world became bigger and bigger. The bigger it came, it finally exceeded the range that the brain could bear, and it burst out like this.Deep in the pupil, that faint halo gradually condensed and evolved into a huge light source, bursting with hot and dazzling white light. There is no color, no temperature, but a pure light source that penetrates the pupil, penetrates the mind, and falls on the soul. Every cell can feel the existence of this light source.That is the sun.There is no imaginary...the dazzling brilliance, and there is no imaginary high temperature and heat, everything seems to be just an illusion; but the gorgeous light is like a rainbow, gliding across the entire universe mightily, even The Milky Way looked bleak, and a magnificence was pulled out from the vast interstellar space, and then, at the end of the bridge of light, I saw the earth.The familiar and unfamiliar earth.It is not blue.No, it is blue, but the blue is so colorful and rich, and the blue is so majestic, dark blue, azure blue, emerald blue, mint blue, peacock blue, the layers of blue are like Van Gogh's writing " The "starry sky" is general, distorted and abstract, but it is naturally integrated, making all the colors, all the designs, and all the imaginations pale and weak.The mixed green, brown, and gray are rendered in large areas, but they disappear completely, and they are connected with blue. A few strokes outline a grand and majestic picture, dotted with white dots. Among them, inadvertently portrayed the shock.In an instant, the eye sockets could not help but moist. The pure shock penetrated the brain, the emotion, and the reason, shining directly in the depths of the soul, and then began to tremble with exclamation. Also disappeared completely.Only when you have truly witnessed the magnificence can you realize your own insignificance; only when you have truly experienced the magnificence, can you understand your humbleness. The beating of the heart and the flow of blood are clearer than ever before, once and again, reminding myself to be alive and truly. With tears in his eyes, the smile bloomed like this, and then he let himself be lost in this way, lost in this blue.At this moment, he is not Lanly Hall, he is not Ryan Stone, and he is not even Chu Jiashu. He is just a simple life form, looking up at the universe, and then disappearing from it.In fact, with a clear mind, Lan Li clearly knows what he is going through. He is in the light box of the Surrey Studio. He is preparing for the movie "Gravity". He is experiencing the loneliness of space. Sense, he is feeling the journey of Ryan Stone's heart after he fell into despair.He also knows what he should do. During the filming of "Buried alive", he has truly felt the fear and despair in the desperate situation. He has also truly felt the oppression and dullness in the narrow space, the taste of being buried alive. Still lifelike; so, this time, he doesn't need to review it again.According to the plan, he should calm down, feel Schubert's melody seriously, and make his heart stop completely, then skip the first stage of "gravity" and go directly to the second stage. After the struggle and resistance are over, his emotions gradually Pain and torture falling apart.He knows, he knows it all.But now, these things have lost their meaning. The thoughts in my mind, about the self, about the self, about the performance, about the plan, all the thoughts are real, but gradually disappear into the darkness in the corner, slowly It calmed down slowly, just letting myself disappear into this blue, letting myself disappear into the chaos.Silence has a kind of artistic beauty.When the silence reached its extreme, loneliness began to grow slowly, turning around, trying to find a partner, and to appreciate the eternity of this moment together. After time and space ceased to exist, it seemed that only life became the only existence and The only meaning. In the long river of hundreds of millions of years, in the boundless universe of the universe, life has always been cycled, causally cycled.The life cycle can vary from long to short, ranging from a glowing firefly overnight to a thousand-year-old ancient tree; from a city inherited for thousands of years to an unchanging ocean, the short life span of a hundred years is so insignificant. All the struggling is just a struggle trapped in a small box.Up to this moment, he seems to have finally realized the magnificence and magnificence of the "Tree of Life", and he also seems to finally feel the majestic and magnificence of life. If there is such a feeling, it will be fleeting, just a blink of an eye. , And then disappeared in that mighty halo.Involuntarily, he followed the light in front of him and began to turn his neck with difficulty, even though he himself did not know what he was looking for, other human beings, other living entities, or other reference objects, but he found nothing, that faint Sadness and loss filled the depths of his pupils.The extreme loneliness entwined at the fingertips, danced at the tip of the tongue, surging in my heart, a daze loomed between the eyebrows, involuntarily ~www.novelhall.com~ Lan Li tried to speak up.This is not necessary, he is clearly aware of this, but he just wants to speak."Hello?"The sound broke through the shackles of the throat and made a slight sound, but it only spread for a short while, then hit the wall of the light box, immediately bounced back, and disappeared completely in the blink of an eye, except for himself, nothing at all. People can hear.The rest is still silence, as silent as the end of the world.Almost instinctively, before the rational and emotional judgments and reactions, the voice sounded again, "Hello, anyone?" This time it was louder, but the result was still the same, the endless silence was like The tide generally swept in, and then began to submerge the ankles, calves, thighs, waist little by little...Just a moment of breathing, the whole person fell into suffocation-like loneliness.He opened his mouth and breathed in big mouths, as if he was really drowning and suffocating. Worse, he didn't feel too much oxygen in his chest, and the burning lungs were still expelling oxygen, making the suffocation feel. It became more and more real; but before he had time to struggle, the support under his feet suddenly disappeared, instantly losing weight and landing freely.Uncontrollably, the panic exploded deep in his heart. In the next step, he began to wave his hands and feet, and began to struggle, but even more frightening was that his limbs were tightly bound to the spot. The more struggling, the more tightening, that imprisoned force cut off all vitality.God!Dear, click in, give a good comment, the higher the score, the faster the update, it is said that the new full marks are found at the end of the beautiful wife!The new revision and upgrade address of the mobile station: data and bookmarks are synchronized with the computer station, and fresh reading without ads!
