Chapter 1071

Franz Schubert is 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 moderate. His indecision slowly permeates in the weaving of melody, and flows down along with the coldness of piano and the loneliness of violin.

But it is this tranquility that endows Schubert with a unique temperament.

Every musical symbol is derived from the inner feelings of poetry. When you are quiet, you can savor the dancing melody between the staff, and you can see the world in Schubert's eyes

Gurgling stream is flowing slowly, golden sunlight through the crystal clear water droplets, reflecting a bright light; The street artist's shabby accordion, dirty coins and dirt between his fingers, and his weather beaten face; Skylarks flapping their wings above the ancient dome, chirping, tearing the cold of winter, the icicles under the eaves began to melt, and a ray of spring light fell on the palm.

It's a world, a world in which all things revive and life awakens.

Those lonely, beautiful, sad, passionate and depressed emotions are expressed through the least skillful form of arrangement. The means of expression, like the principle of structure, are subject to the diversity of poetry. Sometimes the music score is as simple as a folk song, sometimes it is as high as a poem. The harmony is full of passionate and delicate expression, and the timbres and chords of different tonalities are mixed with each other, The mood of the poem changes suddenly.

In Schubert's melody, especially the piano, the melancholy and sentimental, excited and sensitive tone is always so delicate, telling the most life-style and private stories, and those vivid pictures gush out among the musical symbols.

Melodious music reverberates in the vast space, ethereal and distant, quiet and surging, slowly infiltrating into the boundless universe, as if you can see the night and musical symbols intertwined together, slowly outlining the outline of the stars, from far and near slowly close to the light source, the faint halo quietly stained with a layer of elegant peace.

Those magnificent, those thrilling, those magnificent, all gradually calmed down, but... Just a silence, all the sound disappeared - even Schubert's piano music seems to have disappeared in the endless darkness, evolved into a part of the nebula, leaving only an endless silence.

The silence was incredible. The whole state of mind slowly settled down. There was no breeze, no temperature, or even no gravity. It was so pure, so thorough, and so heavy that it could not help but settle down. Every inch of muscle and every cell began to relax and just stroll in it, It's like... It's like you've completely disappeared.

It's not the disappearance of the death of the soul, but the disappearance of the incarnation into a piece of dust, which integrates into the whole magnificence and vastness infinitely. No matter how we struggle and resist, we can't shake the huge things tens of thousands and hundreds of millions of times, so we can only look up quietly and become a part of them.

He just disappeared.

In a trance, the barriers between oneself and the world, reality and illusion disappear, time and space lose their meaning, just stagnate at a certain node, and then the brain falls into a blank, the world becomes bigger and bigger, and finally it goes beyond the scope of the brain, so it explodes.

Deep in the pupil, the faint halo gradually condenses and evolves into a huge light source, blooming hot and dazzling white light. No color, no temperature, just pure to the extreme light source, through the pupil, through the mind, spilled on the soul, every cell can feel the existence of this light source.

That's the sun.

There is no brilliant... In imagination, and there is no high temperature in imagination. It seems that everything is just an illusion; But the gorgeous light is like a rainbow, which glides across the whole universe. Even the Milky way seems to be dark. There is a touch of magnificence in the boundless stars, and then we can see the earth at the end of the light bridge.

The familiar and strange earth.

It's not blue.

No, it's blue, but it's so colorful and rich, and it's so majestic. Deep blue, deep blue, emerald blue, mint blue, peacock blue, and layers of blue are like Van Gogh's "starry sky", twisted and abstract, but naturally integrated into one, making all color matching, all design, all imagination pale and powerless.

The green, brown and gray mixed in them are rendered in large areas, but they disappear completely. They are connected with the blue. With a few strokes, they outline a grand and magnificent picture. Dotted with white, they inadvertently depict the shock.

In a flash, the eye socket is not moist. The pure shock penetrates the brain, the emotion and the reason, and shines directly in the soul. Then it starts to shiver, and even the exclamation disappears completely.

Only when we have witnessed the greatness can we realize our own insignificance; Only when you have experienced magnificence, can you understand your inferiority. The beating of the heart, the flow of blood, unprecedented clear, once again, remind yourself to live truly and truly. Tears in my eyes, smile so blooming, and then let yourself so lost, lost in this piece of blue.

At this moment, he is not Langley hall, he is not Ryan stone, he is not chujiashu, he is just a simple life, looking up at the universe, and then disappear.

In fact, with a clear mind, Langley clearly knows what he is going through. He is in the light box of Surrey studio. He is preparing for the film gravity. He is experiencing the loneliness of space. He is experiencing the mental journey of Ryan stone after he is deeply in despair.

He also knew what he should do. During the shooting period of "burying alive", he had really felt the fear and despair in the desperate situation, and he had really felt the oppression and depression in the narrow space. The feeling of burying alive is still vivid; So this time, he doesn't need to go over it again.

According to the plan, he should calm down, seriously feel Schubert's melody, completely make his heart like water, then skip the first stage of "gravity" and directly enter the second stage. After the end of struggle and resistance, his emotion gradually disintegrates.

He knows, he knows everything.

But now, these things have lost their meaning. The thoughts in my mind, about self, ID, performance, plan, all really exist, but gradually disappear in the darkness of the corner, and slowly recover. I just let myself disappear in the blue, and let myself disappear in the chaos.

Silence has an artistic beauty.

When the silence reaches the extreme, loneliness begins to breed. Turning left and right, he tries to find a partner to appreciate the eternity of this moment. After time and space no longer exist, it seems that only life has become the only existence and meaning. In hundreds of millions of years, in the boundless universe, life has always been in the cycle of cause and effect.

The life cycle is long and short, from the glowworm that blooms overnight to the ancient tree that stretches for thousands of years; From the city inherited for thousands of years to the unchanging ocean, the short life span of human beings is so insignificant. All the struggle is just a struggle trapped in a small box.

Until now, he seems to have finally realized the magnificence and greatness of the "tree of life", and he also seems to have finally felt the magnificence and magnificence of life. That feeling, if there is nothing, is fleeting, just a blink of an eye, and then disappeared in the vast halo.

Involuntarily, he followed the light in front of him and began to turn his neck hard. Although he didn't know what he was looking for, other human beings, other living bodies, or other reference objects, he got nothing. The faint sadness and loss diffused in the deep part of his pupils.

That kind of extreme loneliness, twining in the fingertips, dancing in the tip of the tongue, surging in the heart, a loss between the eyebrows, involuntarily, Lan Li tried to speak up.

It's not necessary, he is aware of it clearly, but he just wants to open his mouth.

"Hello?"

The voice broke through the shackles of his throat and rang gently, but it only spread out for a short time. Then it hit the wall of the light box and immediately rebounded back. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared completely. No one could hear it except himself.

The rest, or a silence, as if the end of the world in general silence.

Almost instinctively, before reason and emotion make a judgment and reaction, the voice rings again, "Hello, anyone?" This time it was louder, but the result was the same. The endless silence came like a tide, and then it began to submerge the ankles, legs, thighs, waist little by little

Just a moment of breathing, the whole person fell into a suffocating loneliness.

He opened his mouth and breathed, as if he had drowned and suffocated. What's worse, he didn't feel much oxygen in his chest, and his hot lungs were still discharging oxygen, so the sense of suffocation became more and more real; But before I had time to struggle, the support under my feet suddenly disappeared, weightlessness and free landing.

Uncontrollably, the panic exploded in his heart. The next step, he began to wave his hands and feet and began to struggle. But what was more terrible was that his limbs were bound to the original place. The more he struggled, the more he tightened, and the force of the imprisonment cut off all the vitality.

God!