1070 extreme loneliness
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 meek and too mediocre. His indecisiveness slowly penetrates into the weaving of the melody, along with the piano. The coldness of the violin and the loneliness of the violin slowly flow down.
But it is precisely this tranquility that gives Schubert his unique temperament.
Each musical note is derived from the inner emotions like poetry. When you calm down and carefully savor the dancing melody between the staffs, 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 bright light; the street performer's dilapidated hurdy-gurdy, dirty coins, dirt between fingers, and the weather-beaten face; under the ancient dome The skylarks flapping their wings above broke through the coldness of winter with their chirping noises. The icicles under the eaves began to melt, and a ray of spring light fell on the palms of my hands..
That is a world, a world where everything revives and life awakens.
Those lonely, poignant, sad, passionate, and depressed emotions are narrated through the smallest form of arrangement. The means of expression are just like the structural principles, obeying the diversity of poetry, and the music scores are sometimes as simple and plain as ballads. , sometimes singing like surges of poetry, the harmonies are passionate and delicately expressive, and the timbres and chords of different tones are mixed with each other, highlighting the sudden changes in the mood of the poems..
In Schubert's melodies, especially the piano, the melancholic and sentimental, exciting and sensitive timbre is always so delicate, telling the most life-like and private stories, and those vivid pictures blow out between the musical notes. out.
The melodious music echoes 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 musical notes intertwined, slowly outlining the outline of the stars in the sky , slowly approaching the light source from far to near, the faint halo was quietly dyed with a layer of elegant peace.
Those majestic waves, those thrilling ones, those majestic magnificence, all gradually calmed down, but... it was just silence, silence where all sounds disappeared - even Schubert's piano music seemed to disappear into the boundless darkness. , evolved into a part of the nebula, leaving only an endless...silence.
This silence is so wonderful that it slowly settles down. There is no breeze, no temperature at all, and not even a drop of gravity. It is so pure, so thorough, and so heavy that it settles involuntarily, every time. Every inch of muscle and every cell began to relax, just wandering around, as if...as if I had completely disappeared..
It is not the disappearance of the soul that dies, but the disappearance of the incarnation of a speck of dust, which is extremely small and blends into the entire grandeur and vastness. No matter how you struggle and resist, you cannot shake the behemoth that is tens of thousands or hundreds of millions of times, so I can only look up quietly and become a part of it.
I just disappeared like this.
In a trance, the barriers between oneself and the world, between reality and illusion, disappeared. Time and space lost their meaning. They just stagnated at a certain node, and then the brain fell into a blank. The world became bigger and bigger. It grew bigger and bigger, and finally exceeded the range that the brain could bear, so it exploded..
Deep in the pupil, the faint halo gradually condensed and evolved into a huge light source, blooming with hot and dazzling white light. There was no color or any temperature, just an extremely pure light source, penetrating the pupil, It penetrates the mind and falls on the soul. Every cell can feel the existence of this light source..
That's the sun.
There was no dazzling... brilliance as imagined, and no blazing high temperature as imagined. It seemed that everything was just an illusion; but the gorgeous light was like a rainbow, sliding across the entire universe mightily, even The Milky Way seemed dim and dull, and a touch of magnificence was pulled out from the vast stars. Then, at the end of the light bridge, we saw the earth..
That familiar yet unfamiliar earth.
It's 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 "" in Van Gogh's painting" "Starry Sky" is general, twisted and abstract, but blended into one naturally, making all colors, all designs, and all imagination pale and feeble..
The mixed greens, browns, and grays are rendered in large swaths, but disappear completely, joining together with the blue. A few strokes outline a grand and majestic picture, with dots of white embellishments. Among them, the shock was inadvertently depicted.
In an instant, his eyes couldn't help but moisten. The pure shock penetrated the brain, emotions, and reason, shining directly into the depths of the soul. Then he began to tremble, and even exclamations also disappeared completely.
Only when you have truly witnessed the magnificence can you understand 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 have never been clearer. One after another, they remind themselves that they are living truly and truly. .With tears in my eyes, my smile bloomed like this, and then I let myself get lost like this, lost in this piece of blue..
At this moment, he is not Renly Hall, he is not Ryan Stone, and he is not Chu Jiashu. He is just a simple living body, looking up at the universe, and then disappearing into it.
In fact, with a clear mind, Renly knew exactly what he was experiencing. He was in the light box of the Surrey studio, preparing for the film "Gravity", and 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 a desperate situation. He had also truly felt the oppression and dullness in a narrow space. The feeling of being buried alive. Now It's still lifelike; so, this time, he doesn't need to review it all over again.
According to the plan, he should calm down, seriously feel Schubert's melody, and completely feel calm, then skip the first stage of "Gravity" and directly enter the second stage. After the struggle and resistance are over, his emotions gradually calm down. disintegrating pain and suffering.
He knows, he knows everything.
But now, these things have lost their meaning. The thoughts in my mind, about myself, about myself, about performances, about plans, all of them really exist, but they gradually disappear into the darkness in the corner, slowly. Slowly calming down, just letting myself disappear into this blue, letting myself disappear into that chaos.
Silence has an artistic beauty.
The silence reached the extreme, and loneliness slowly began to grow. I turned my head left and right, trying to find a partner 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 existence. The only meaning. In the long river of time of hundreds of millions of years, in the boundlessness of the universe, life has always started over and over again, in the cycle of cause and effect..
The life cycle 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 thousands of years to the eternal ocean, the human life span of just a hundred years is so insignificant. All the hardships Struggle is just a struggle trapped in a small box.
Until this moment, he seemed to finally realize the majesty and enormity of the "Tree of Life", and he also seemed to finally feel the majesty and magnificence of life. The feeling seemed to be nothing, fleeting, just a blink of an eye. , and then disappeared into the vast halo.
Involuntarily, he followed the light in front of him and began to turn his neck with difficulty. Although he himself did not know what he was looking for, other humans, other life forms, or other reference objects, he found nothing. Sadness and loss filled the depths of the pupils.
The ultimate loneliness was wrapped around the fingertips, dancing on the tip of the tongue, and surging in the heart. A sense of confusion spread between his eyebrows. Involuntarily, Renly tried to raise his voice and speak..
It was unnecessary, he was well aware of this, but he just wanted to speak.
“Hello？”
The sound broke through the shackles of the throat and rang softly, but it only spread for a short while. Then it hit the wall of the light box, bounced back immediately, and disappeared completely in the blink of an eye. Except for himself, there was no one at all. people can hear.
What's left is still silence, like the silence of the end of the world.
Almost instinctively, before reason and emotion could make judgments and reactions, the voice sounded again, "Hello, is anyone there?" This time it was louder, but the result was still the same, the endless silence was like The tide swept in, and then began to submerge the ankles, calves, thighs, and waist bit by bit.……
In just one breath, the whole person fell into a suffocating loneliness..
He opened his mouth and breathed heavily, as if he was really drowning and suffocating. What was worse was that he couldn't feel much oxygen in his chest, and his burning lungs were still expelling oxygen, and the feeling of suffocation became worse. It became more and more real; but before I had time to struggle, the support under my feet suddenly disappeared, and I lost weight in an instant and fell freely to the ground..
Uncontrollably, panic exploded deep in his heart. Next, he started waving his hands and feet, fluttering and struggling, but what was even more terrifying was that all his limbs were tightly bound in place. The more you struggle, the tighter it becomes, and the power of confinement cuts off all life..
God！
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