cosine of desire

In the mail room, order to listen to his short piano performance in a slightly rough tone.Thanks to Lin Yujing's conscientious responsibility over the years and the encouragement of his youthful vigor, the residents usually calmly endure the stuffiness and strange smell in the house and listen to Lin Yujing's playing for a few minutes.From four years ago until now, that self-taught young man is still tirelessly looking for criticism from the audience. The inherent pride of a genius makes him judge all living beings with an unreasonable way of judging and an almost critical eye.A few days later, the residents were bored with Liszt's music and stopped visiting, and Lin Yujing's audience dropped sharply.Instead of insisting on forcing people to listen to it in the first few days, he tried every means to make the audience willing to enjoy the music.At first he thought of asking commuters to bring back some classic piano collections, but he quickly killed the idea because previous experience showed that people would rather pay a lot of money for a box of audio CDs at the grocery store than listen to an amateur pianist. Repeated performances by fans not only waste the audience's precious time because the themes are not new, Lin Yujing's extremely high musical talent is also scattered like gold leaf fragments on the repertoire that can be completely replaced by electronic equipment; he also thought that he could meditate Practice a piano piece that is as difficult as Liszt's score, because the girl next door said that her mother can find that kind of score from the music institution she belongs to, but the tedious and lengthy practice before made him feel scared and time wasted Quick consumption - he was never as patient as his father.He seemed to be trapped in a cage of difficulties, lost because of his incongruity.

Soon after, the problem that troubled Lin Yujing was solved by a girl who went to Xinyou Linyuan to sketch.It was early summer at that time, and the city of Changsha was sweltering due to its geographical location. The rain in the evening was poured into the streets and alleys like thunder and floods, and the dewdrops were crystal clear and wanton. The bright mirror reflects the world.Although the girl who sketches is young, she is nearly thirty years old, and she embarked on a summer trip to capture the beautiful scenery.Regardless of the mud accumulated by frequent rains, she walked across the towering mountains in the west and across the wilderness half-surrounded by peaks to Xinyou Forest Garden with the strength of her ancestors who climbed mountains and ridges to open up and settle farming areas.In this miracle-like lonely journey, she searched for the gorgeous reflection in the morning dew and the hidden scenery in the rainbow after the rain in order to obtain spiritual sustenance.After the trip, she temporarily lived in Xinyou Linyuan, and used her memory to describe the scenery along the way in the book. Apart from painting, she often chatted with Lin Yujing, the gatekeeper of Xunmenglou.According to her, the God’s perspective on the top of Xunmeng Tower is impressive. She has witnessed the most exquisite and gorgeous landscape in her life: the mirror-like clear and transparent ornamental lake is half surrounded by tofu-shaped residential buildings, forming a straight black silk wooden bridge to connect the ink. The green ellipse is divided into two, and the forest and flowers are scattered around the lakeshore. "It's just perfect," she exclaimed when Lin Yujing led her to the top of the building for the first time on Sunday morning. "The person who designed this building is a genius!" She used three times the usual drawing time to draw the top view on paper , the delicately drawn lines depict the original scene almost exactly.

Her name is Xia Tian, ​​and she was born in the middle class in Pingding District, Hunan Province in 1980.Her birth did not bring any joy to the family already headed by three sisters. The strong mother even attributed her young existence to the result of helplessness and disappointment in loneliness and material deprivation, because she insisted that "if the incense is not continued for the husband's family, The old adage that the woman cannot move into her husband's ancestral grave after her death.Although she was 39 years old at the time, the mother specifically asked a fortune teller to determine the sex of the embryo during her pregnancy. After getting the result of a male fetus, she tried every means to get a big bone stew to supplement nutrition. The irreversible fact became that she was very long Hate for a while.At that time, the one-child policy had been implemented, and due to lack of manpower and economic difficulties, the parents were forced to entrust their distant relatives in Shaoyang to take care of the summer.The distant relative leaned over due to sleepiness while chatting by the fire, the right heel of Xia Tian in her arms was burned by the outer flames, and the severe pain like needle pricks spread to all parts of Xia Xia's body.A month later, the eldest sister came to visit, and when she learned the truth, she was amazed by her aunt's sheep-herding care, and she shed tears because of the rough treatment she received in summer.She disregarded persuasion to stay and lead Xia Tian back home. The reluctant mother was shocked when she saw Man Nu's sallow face and bloated figure.She used pagoda sugar to drive away the latent roundworms in summer, and was diagnosed with acute hepatitis after a systemic examination. The high fever that lasted for three days almost destroyed all hope of survival in summer, until she escaped from the infectious disease hospital and was treated by a doctor with noble medical ethics every day. He miraculously healed under daily and careful care.On the starry night when I left the hospital, the pomegranate flowers were fiery red and the light fragrance made me fall asleep.Xia Tian lay flat on the bicycle, with empty eyes, staring blankly at the sky covered with glittering ribbons.The half-year of treatment exhausted Xia Tian’s entire childhood vitality, and even though she got rid of death, it left traces of the disease forever, until many years later when she became an art teacher at a high school in the old district of Ping Ding.She cannot stand for long, is prone to obesity, and has an inherent fear of flames.She doesn't understand love and doesn't care about it, but she is still single in her late thirties, and she throws her several suitors out of reach.In addition to teaching, she likes to travel poorly. She often uses winter and summer vacations to go hiking, because according to her, she has traveled all over the world to collect materials for daily paintings. This trip across the wilderness and mountains to Xinyou Forest Garden is the summer travel plan for this year. the result of.

In summer, I began to create a collection of drawings describing the customs and customs of Pingding District. Its thickness is estimated to be about two centimeters.During her temporary residence in Xinyou Linyuan, she not only concentrated on painting, but also chatted with Lin Yujing about her family background. And he made frequent mistakes, and Xia Tian's eager praise surprised him, because she even asked him to play Liszt's piano piece a second time. "You play pretty well, why aren't you confident?" Xia Tian was a little disappointed to see Lin Yujing leaning on the keys, panting, "Is there something in your heart?" Lin Yujing then asked her Confessing a problem that has been bothering him for a long time, the latter couldn't help laughing.

"It's very simple," she replied, "Let's put it this way, I'm an artist, right? When I'm painting, my ideal scenery always appears in my mind instead of the real scene. This unconscious selection is what enriches the work. At the same time, due to the limitations of my eyes, I can't aim at the real scene and the picture scroll at the same time, so I can only draw with the fragments that my brain retains instantaneously, and the real scene will always change with the passage of time-people cannot step into it twice The same river. So the real fusion of real scene and painting will never be possible.”

"Then you make the landscape as rich as possible according to your own aesthetics?"

"Obviously yes," she replied, "I don't have the power to change the facts, but I can innovate."

Xia Tian's words flashed across Lin Yujing's body like lightning, and his frozen brain revived with the coming of inspiration.He didn't immediately realize that her answer was related to his doubts, but after waking up, his eyes were fixed and his thoughts drifted away, as if he had cleared the fog that had plagued his life a while ago, lost in the intricate maze of thoughts but realized the way out The presence.Innovation, after Xia Tian left in the evening, he was still thinking silently in his heart, as if he was ruthlessly chewing and devouring it with short breaths: why can't he practice the score written by others in an unconventional way, but create a brilliant piece of music with his own talent? Music epic?

Frightened by the sudden bold idea, he sat on the cold wall and meditated hard that night, adapting to the idea of ​​composing his own music, and worried about the difficulties to be overcome for the grand ideal.In the end, he succumbed to his obsession just like he is currently embarking on the road of piano under Shao Qin's persuasion, and made up his mind to dedicate his youthful spring and autumn to the spirit of innovation.Except for him, none of the residents of Xinyou Linyuan had dabbled in the field of composition, so in the next few days Lin Yujing worked hard to collect score materials.He borrowed the tapes that had been sealed in the storage room of the property management company since the last century, saved his meal money to buy the only piano sheet music collection from the girl next door, and moved the camp bed to the mail room so that he could access the piano at any time. During the afternoon retreat in the mail room, I went to the convenience store of my friend Chen Yuxin to listen to the free music played on the speakers. The popular music in the background was switched to classical music to stimulate Lin Yujing's sensitivity and creativity to music, because he knew that this musical genius is like some gifted writers. The lack of it leads to mediocre works.

Like Chen Yuxin, Xia Xia is full of unexpected enthusiasm and care for his own creations. Perhaps this is related to her artistic creations, but it is more due to the fact that in the short first half of her life she found someone with whom she could communicate spiritually.Regardless of the era, it seems unthinkable to insist on breaking stereotypes and innovations that transcend cognition, but after all, the gathering of a small group of characters can shake the pillars of history and open up the path of enlightenment for future changes.On the second morning, Xia Tian was dressed in plain clothes, holding a drawing board, standing alone watching the lakeside like a celestial being, and waiting for Lin Yujing's arrival. Painting while playing the piano.Lin Yujing arrived as promised.He lifted the lid of the piano, and the beautiful music came from