School Grass - William Castle

Chapter 13 The Violin 4
Violin 4
An Yuxi's heart was full of autumn water, and he was no longer quiet.

Not knowing why, he started clapping, clapping—for the girl, with the vertical black hair and the blue skirt.


Just suddenly, those eyes filled with water, the rain poured down, filling the autumn pool, drowning him in an instant, and he couldn't breathe.

In his childhood memory, he once said to a little girl: "Hua Xiaoyi, you are so deceitful and weak, so you must find a brave knight to protect you."

Hua Xiaoyi, who lowered her head, could only hear someone applauding at the front desk, applauding amidst the uproar at this moment, the sound was as clear as the first thunder in spring, and the roar of spring bamboo after the rain was loud!


The surroundings became quiet, only the corner of the place where the sun was shining, the snow-colored heroic figure, handsome and soft, so noble and elegant that people can't help but sigh - An Yuxi, he actually applauds at this moment!

Then, from the corners of his slightly raised lips came out a spring-like chanting, clear and clear tone: "What she said meant that musicians compose and play the movement of life with their hands; while poets use poems to sing praises Praise the life like a movement. Although the two use different techniques, the purpose of expressing is the same meaning, that is, the same song but the same result."


Everyone was drawn by his words, and no one made a sound of ridicule.


Everyone's eyes cannot be separated from him, as if all the spotlights in the world are focused on him, or maybe, he is an angel with wings waving and halo.


An Yuxi——An angle of 45 degrees, the sun is just right, and it is born to look up.


He smiled slightly, like a snowflake blooming in an instant, frozen in Hua Xiaoyi's vision, and the corners of his slightly raised lips continued to tell: "From it, today's topic: Chopin - Silent Solo Thinking - Piano The poet composes poems and lyrics in the piano music, and at the same time, plays the heart song in the poems. For the first time in history, the piano has been transformed and has become the best means of expressing one's state of mind. In today's critical terms, Chopin began Consciously and systematically avoiding the 'grand narrative' in piano writing, turning to a more free and insightful 'private narrative'."

Hua Xiaoyi smiled happily from the bottom of her heart—as expected, she had studied abroad, but her knowledge was extraordinary.And Brother Yuxi, he was very smart since he was a child, she was always his follower, wherever he went, she would follow him, always like his close figure.


"Well, it's very unique and insightful. Then which artists do you think he has in common with, and how do you distinguish his special existence?"


Director Jin patted An Yuxi's arm, looking at him with special admiration and exclamation.


Yu Xi laughed when she heard that, and raised her head slightly, the sunlight would pass through her brown hair, splashing the warmth of the ground.


Hua Xiaoyi didn't even know when he walked up to the podium and picked up the chalk to write down the words, but just clearly felt the smile that warmed his heart all the way with a slight tug on the corner of his lips——Qinghong smiled , as heavy as Mount Tai's amazement!

His handwriting has both the elegant and handsome willow style, and the round and thick body, which is performed in a light and heavy manner, just like a violin played.


He explained while talking: "Chopin's world is a beautiful and exquisite, subtle and deep inner portrayal. It is so beautiful and unfathomable. It has a slight similarity with Li Shangyin, a late Tang poet who spans time and space. Li Shangyin's poems are graceful and beautiful. The profound literature corresponds to the musical text; but the natural improvisational style in Chopin's music sweeps away Li Shi's deliberate workmanship and esoteric esotericism."


Director Jin immediately clapped his hands and laughed loudly: "It's true that heroes come from ancient times, is there any more?"


An Yuxi smiled modestly and continued: "There is another Japanese novelist 'Kawabata Yasunari' who won the Nobel Prize. It is very similar to Chopin's music in detail processing and level changes, but Chopin's music blood is extremely taboo to rule out the decadent and morbid state of Kawabata Yasunari's almost declining nobles. Chopin's artistic path should be said to be a transformation from a poet to a prophet—life And poets, die as prophets."


"Ringling..." The bell for the end of get out of class rang at this moment.


But no one moved yet, and everyone was still intoxicated by An Yuxi's unique voice.


Silent alone thinking, brother Yuxi, while you are dissecting Chopin, are you also interpreting yourself?


Why, I always feel that it is not Chopin who is confiding in your quiet and cool tone, but yourself.


Hua Xiaoyi's heart ached a bit. Behind An Yuxi's warm smile, why could she vaguely see his loneliness and sadness full of prosperity and ashes?


Why does his smile always inexplicably tighten her heart, pulling section by section, and tearing section by section.


It turns out that no one can see the melting heartbreak behind that snow-like smile—just like, the most beautiful rainbow always comes after the storm.

Hua Xiaoyi did not like him because of his handsomeness; nor did she like him because of his intelligence; the moment she liked him was because of his smile, which would make people feel pain like needles.


(End of this chapter)