Franz-Schubert (Fra), one of the most famous composers in Austrian history.
People like Bach, Beethoven, Mozart, Haydn; but for many people, Schubert is too gentle and too moderate, his indecision slowly permeates the weaving of the melody, along the The coldness and loneliness of the violin slowly flow down.
But it is precisely this tranquility that gives Schubert a unique temperament.
Every musical note is derived from the inner emotions like poetry. When you calm down and savor the melody dancing between the staves, you can glimpse the world in Schubert's eyes in a trance:
The gurgling stream is flowing slowly, and the golden sunlight penetrates the crystal clear water droplets, reflecting the bright light; the shabby hand organ of the street performer, the dirty coins and the dirt between the fingers, and the weathered face; in the quaint dome The skylark flapping its wings above, chirping noise, tore through the cold of winter, the icicles under the eaves began to melt, and a ray of spring light fell on the palm of the hand.
It was a world, a world in which all things were revived and life was awakened.
Those lonely, poignant, sad, enthusiastic, and depressing emotions are narrated through the most compact form of arrangement, the means of expression are like structural principles, subject to the diversity of poems, and the scores are sometimes as simple and simple as ballads. , Sometimes it sings like a poem, the harmony is full of passion and delicate expression, and the different tonal timbres and chords are mixed with each other, which highlights the sudden change of emotion in the verse.
In Schubert's melodies, especially the piano, the melancholy and sentimental, excited and sensitive timbres are always so delicate, telling the most vivid and personal stories, and those vivid pictures blow out between the musical symbols out.
The melodious music echoes in the vast and vast space, ethereal and distant, quiet and surging, slowly infiltrating into the boundless universe, as if you can see the night and the musical symbols intertwined, and slowly outline the outline of the stars in the sky. , slowly approaching the light source from far to near, the faint halo quietly dyed a layer of elegant and peaceful.
The majestic waves, the thrilling, the magnificent, all gradually calmed down, but... it was just a silence, a silence where all sounds disappeared-even Schubert's piano music seemed to disappear in the endless darkness, Evolved into a part of the nebula, leaving nothing but an endless... silence.
This silence is unbelievably wonderful, and the whole mind slowly settles down. There is no breeze, no temperature, not even a bit of gravity. Every inch of muscle, every cell began to relax, just simply wandering around, as if... as if I had completely disappeared.
It is not the disappearance of the death of the soul, but the disappearance of the incarnation of a piece of dust. Can only look up quietly and become a part of it.
myself, just disappeared.
In a trance, the barriers between oneself and the world, between reality and illusory disappear, time and space lose their meaning, just stagnate at a certain node, and then the brain falls into a blank, the world is getting bigger and bigger. It grew bigger, and finally exceeded the range that the brain could carry, and it exploded like this.
Deep in the pupil, the faint halo gradually condensed and evolved into a huge light source, blooming with hot and dazzling white light. There is no color or temperature, just 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... dazzling brilliance, and there is no imaginary high temperature and heat, it seems that everything is just an illusion; but the splendid light is like a rainbow, gliding mightily across the entire universe, even the Milky Way They all seemed to be dim, and there was a glimmer of grandeur in the vast interstellar space, and then, at the end of the bridge of light, the earth was seen.
That familiar and unfamiliar earth.
It's not blue.
No, it's blue, but it's so colorful, so majestic, dark blue, azure blue, emerald blue, mint blue, peacock blue, and the layers of blue are like Van Gogh's " "Starry sky" is generally distorted and abstract, but it is integrated into one, making all color schemes, all designs, and all imaginations pale and powerless.
The green, brown, and gray mixed in it are rendered in large swaths, but completely disappear, connecting with the blue, and a few strokes outline a grand and majestic picture, dotted with white dots. Among them, the shock was inadvertently depicted.
In an instant, the eyes couldn't help but get wet, the pure shock penetrated the brain, emotion, and reason, and directly shone in the depths of the soul, and then began to tremble, and even exclaimed. also completely disappeared.
Only by truly witnessing the magnificence can you realize your own insignificance; only by truly experiencing the magnificence can you understand your own humility. The beating of the heart, the flow of blood, is clearer than ever before, once and again, reminding myself that I am truly and truly alive. With tears in his eyes, the smile bloomed like this, and then let himself be lost like this, lost in this blue.
At this moment, he is not Renly Hall, he is not Ryan Stone, he is not Chu Jiashu, he is just a simple life, looking up at the universe, and then disappearing into it.
In fact, with a clear head, Renly knew exactly what he was going through, he was in a light box in a Surrey studio, he was preparing for the film Gravity, he was experiencing the loneliness of space Feeling, he is feeling Ryan Stone's mental journey after he fell into despair.
He also knew what he should do. During the filming of "Buried Alive", he had truly felt the fear and despair in the desperate situation, and he had also truly felt the oppression and dullness in the narrow space, the taste of being buried alive, now Still lifelike; so, this time, he didn't need to revisit it.
According to the plan, he should calm down, feel Schubert's melody seriously, and completely stop his heart, then skip the first stage of "gravity" and directly enter the second stage. After the struggle and resistance are over, his emotions gradually The pain and torment of falling apart.
He knew, he knew it all.
But now, these things have lost their meaning. The thoughts in my mind, about the self, about the id, about the performance, about the plan, all the thoughts are real, but gradually disappear into the darkness in the corner, slowly Slowly calm down, just let yourself disappear in this blue, let yourself disappear in that chaos.
"Fairy Wood"
Silence has an artistic beauty.
The silence reached the extreme, and the loneliness began to slowly breed. I turned my head left and right, trying to find a partner, and jointly appreciate the eternity of this moment. After time and space no longer exist, it seems that only life has become the only existence and only meaning. In the long river of billions of years, in the boundless universe of the universe, life has always been in a cyclical, causal cycle.
The cycle of life can be long or short, from a firefly that blooms overnight, to an ancient tree that lasts for thousands of years; from a city that has been inherited for ten thousand years, to an eternal ocean, the human life span of just a hundred years is so insignificant. All the struggle is just a struggle to be trapped in a small box.
Until this moment, he seemed to finally realize the grandeur and grandeur of the "Tree of Life", and he also seemed to finally feel the grandeur and grandeur of life. The feeling seemed to be nothing, it was fleeting, just a blink of an eye. , and then disappeared into the mighty halo.
Involuntarily, he followed the light in front of him and began to turn his neck with difficulty, even though he didn't know what he was looking for, other human beings, other life forms, or other reference objects, but he found nothing, that faint Sadness and loss filled the depths of his pupils.
That kind of extreme loneliness, entwined on the fingertips, danced on the tip of the tongue, surged in the heart, a dazed daze spread between the eyebrows, involuntarily, Ren Li tried to speak up.
It wasn't necessary, he clearly realized it, but he just wanted to speak.
"Hello?"
The sound broke through the shackles of the throat and made a light noise, but it only spread for a short while, and then hit the wall of the light box, bounced back immediately, and disappeared completely in the blink of an eye, except for himself, there was nothing at all. people can hear.
The rest is still silent, like the end of the world.
Almost instinctively, before reason and emotion could judge and react, the voice came out again, "Hello, anyone?" This time a little louder, but the result was the same, the endless silence was like The tide came in like a tidal wave, and then began to submerge the ankles, calves, thighs, waists little by little...
Just a moment of breathing, the whole person fell into a suffocating loneliness.
He opened his mouth and breathed heavily, as if he was really drowning and suffocating. What's worse, he couldn't feel much oxygen in his chest, and the burning lungs were still expelling oxygen, and the feeling of suffocation became It became more and more real; but before he had time to struggle, the support under his feet suddenly disappeared, and he lost weight in an instant and landed 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 what was even more terrifying was that his limbs were tightly bound in place. The more he struggled and the more he tightened, the imprisoned force cut off all life.
God!