Reborn Star Singer

Chapter 5

The next day is a new day, but the old troubles are still there.There are a lot of music materials, but Alva, who doesn't know which one to perform, is very distressed.Although there are only electronic music and rock music in the future of music, there are still some outstanding ones.Really good music does not stick to the form, which means that even if someone sings traditional electronic music, it will still be popular, and Alva may sing new songs and still be unacceptable, just like the world In fact, many so-called innovators are generally eliminated by the music industry.

So although there is good music, if the performer cannot interpret it with his own interpretation, then no matter how good the music is, it will be a walking dead with no appearance.Alva understood this, but was also more confused.What exactly is music that I have thoroughly understood and can explain to everyone?

Tossing and turning all night, and sleeping restlessly, Alva woke up before six o'clock.

Tossing and turning on the bed until seven o'clock, Alva got up irritably.After a casual breakfast, Alva changed into a simple trousers shirt, a knitted sweater over his shoulders, and tied a simple knot on his chest, and went out for a walk.

In order to welcome the FU Music Festival, the whole school was suspended, so there were excited students discussing together everywhere.Alva's acquired crowd phobia made him avoid the crowd, turned around and walked towards another place with fewer people.But someone has noticed him.From time to time, a girl passed by, saw Alva, glanced at him with roving eyes, and then deliberately whispered and laughed with the friends around him in a voice that Alva could hear.

To Alva, who is inexperienced in interpersonal communication, this kind of flirting is just annoying. What does it mean to look at him, and what does it mean to him?he is handsome?Or do you want to prove your charm through his turning back?I'm so bored, I don't want to guess!As a result, Bingshan Facial Paralyzed Alva showed obvious disinterest, even slightly bored, and there were fewer girls who immediately winked at him and teased him.However, apart from pursing their mouths in frustration, the girls didn't seem to express anything else, as if they were used to Alva's attitude.On the other hand, the boys on the side couldn't hold back, just like adolescent girls longing for the attention of the sunny and handsome Prince Charming, and all the boys dressed up as rascals hoped that there would be a pure girl who would fall in love with his hero to save the beauty.So, the old-fashioned situation appeared. A boy with a hedgehog hair and dressed in a future punk style, leading four or five people, approached Alva arrogantly, and said sarcastically,

"Look who this is, isn't this the music idiot Alva Marcos? I heard that you are also going to participate in the FU Music Festival this time?" Tsk tut and said, "It doesn't look like this if you dress like this."

"..." Is this the FU Music Festival, or the NY Fashion Festival?Alva, who didn't sleep well last night, complained in his heart with his tired eyelids, and really didn't want to answer.Glancing at the hedgehog-haired boy, Alva ignored the provocation and walked away on a detour.Anyway, there is more than one road.

The boy's self-esteem was deeply hurt by the imaginary enemy's almost indifferent attitude. He raised his fist without a doubt, and while yelling and cursing, he was about to rush forward to Alva, who was facing him. punch.But he was stopped halfway.The black-haired man with facial paralysis stopped the hedgehog's head and said something in a low voice.The hedgehog head stared at Alva's leaving back, cut it disdainfully, withdrew his fist, and cursed angrily,

"The second generation of officials is amazing?!"

After Alva heard it, he didn't refute it. This is true, isn't it?Nothing to deny and nothing to be ashamed of.

Walking in a certain direction against the flow of people, there were fewer and fewer people. When Alva realized that he had reached the back garden of the school where the school motto wall was placed, there was no one around.No wonder no one is going this way, Alva thought.

This place is like Siguo Cliff in Huashan Mountain, where no one will come if there is no crime.Approaching the towering stone wall at a corner, Alva looked up.so high!The old men’s lectures are really endless no matter what era, and people regardless of that era like to collect these words and use them to transcribe them to punish future generations.

Alva thought of the wall of school motto and rules tampered with by naughty students in his middle school days, and couldn't help smiling, some things still exist no matter how many years, how far, how far, how far in time and space.

Green vines are all over the stone walls, full of vitality, and the mottled stone walls are engraved with time.The texture of the stone is not like the style of the Eartha colony. This stone slab has been corroded and weathered, and it should have been brought from the earth.It looks very similar to the inscriptions in the scenic area before, and this kind of engraved physical characters always makes Alva feel more cordial.

Alva read softly, "The art of a musician...is not to directly depict images, but to put the soul...into the emotions that these objects can create in the soul—Luso."

What emotions does the mind create?Alva suddenly thought of what he was worrying about, and began to carefully read the words on the stone tablet.

"I firmly believe that simplicity and authenticity are the principles of beauty in all works of art - Crosoe"

Real...emotions.

"The true meaning of music... is to make people happy, to inspire and empower people - shield"

The more he read, the more confused he became, and Alva gradually lost his voice.Because, he found that he had never thought about it.

When I was in the Conservatory of Music, the professor asked similar questions and confessed that I had to hand in my music history reading notes.But he always gets away with it, thinking that this formalistic nonsense is meaningless to say and time-consuming to write.However, he is only now discovering that maybe he doesn't understand the music he has learned at all.He couldn't answer any of these questions.He didn't understand these feelings at all.

What he has learned is not the music of more than 20 years, but the music skills of more than 20 years.

The heart that had longed to bring reforms to the new world became heavy.Can such a superficial man really do it?

Alva looked up at the void, and behind the thin sky, he could vaguely see the flashing signal lights and various ropes and pipes. He took a deep breath, and there was no warm smell of sunlight in the soil.

After two lives, things are different and people are different. Flowers bloom and tea fans are like wind passing by, feeling lost.

"Young man, what are you doing here?" Someone approached from behind and asked, Alva turned around and saw a man who looked at most 40 years old, but still young.All the feelings that had just been brewed were shattered into dregs in an instant.What do you call a young man, you look like you are only 40 years old, what kind of worldly expert is COS.

Alva found that all kinds of beautiful feelings in the future are always easy to be destroyed by various weird situations.

"Few people would take the initiative to come here to think about the past." The man stood beside Alva and looked up at the towering stone wall in the garden with him. "Young man, what are you looking for here?"

Alva was speechless, you just turned your head to the wall and thought about your past, your whole family is facing the wall and thinking about your past!

He just looks at the natural stone wall here and wants to remember the past, the real blue sky and white clouds, the fragrant land, and maybe industrial waste water, factory waste melamine Sudan red poisonous chicken wings and fake eggs, but in short he I think about the earth that I miss to death.

And teachers hurt friends and family...

...Ah? !

Alva blinked his eyes slowly, his heart twitched, and he suddenly looked up at the stone wall.

The mottled handwriting tells the words from ancient times, waiting for those who need it to come here to find enlightenment.

The musician's art ... consists not in directly drawing images, but in placing the mind ... in the moods these objects are capable of creating in the mind.

He understands, he knows what kind of song to choose!

Alva, who was inspired, left the man who was still waiting for an answer and left in a hurry.

The man looked at Alva's eager back with a good temper, recalled the brilliance in his eyes when the boy had an epiphany just now, and sighed.

"It's nice to be young, isn't it, Marcos? You can always find yourself and keep moving forward when you are confused."

The tall stone walls and the ancient garden have been integrated into one, and after thousands of years, they still stand tall.

The wind shook the tree, and the vines on the stone wall swayed slightly, as if answering.

He always believed that the decision to escape from Earth with this stele was right.

Alva sprinted home without stopping.

Quickly turned on the computer, clicked search with trembling hands, and was pleasantly surprised to find that it was still there, and about the past with blue sky and white clouds, majestic mountains, fresh water resources, caves and labyrinths, fantasy deserts, frozen worlds, vast plains, and seasonal forests. There are also images of the beautiful earth, rich jungles, diverse shallow seas, and endless deep seas.

Everything still exists, whether it is the galloping antelope, the soaring eagle, or the joyously singing whale at the bottom of the sea, they all still exist.

What an incredible feeling, to be able to feel the movement of the wind, to be able to see the light of the stars, to be able to sleep peacefully, and then wake up and wait for a new day

That's great.

Looking at the scene that once existed and the scene that has disappeared once, for the first time, Alva was moved to sob softly by the beauty of this natural life and the magnificent beauty of life.

Only when you lose can you know how to cherish, only when you lose can you realize, only when you lose can you miss.

Only when he lost it did he realize that he deeply loved the land and the sky where he used to live.

Beautiful earth, precious life, vivid world.

This is the image that he most wants to express in his heart, the deepest emotion, and the emotion that he most wants to sing.

Alva sat in front of the computer and watched the videos he could find on the Internet about various creatures and landscapes on the earth over and over again, tirelessly.

He edited a herd of antelopes galloping across the plains, lions playing in the grass in the sunset, snow lotuses blooming in the high mountains at night, and whales jumping out of the sea in icebergs, and edited them into a short video with future advanced software, and finally he was so tired lying on the table. On the screen, still looking at the looping screen, laughing foolishly and happily.

He wants to sing a hymn to life!

The author has something to say: I'm working on music, I don't know if I can make it up

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