And Chopin's days of playing the wind spectrum month

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travel?

This term does not seem to have any special attraction for Chopin, especially since he recently experienced a long and not very interesting sightseeing in the British Isle.At least for a short period of time, his need for travel is not very urgent.

He didn't refuse right away.

In Chopin's view, Aurora proposed this idea not to change the subject or avoid accountability—he was not going to accuse her of yesterday's drunkenness.

On the contrary, if he didn't want to tease a certain tit, Chopin would not even mention it.Although last night's Aurora was very cute, he saw her other side like discovering a treasure... But he still insisted that such "cuteness" was a bit too exciting.

Chopin thought of Sang's unclear words and Aurora was disturbed.

He can pretend that he didn't hear anything in front of the female writer, because he communicated with Sang, and his intuitive judgment is the most appropriate place to stop - but Chopin can't ignore the inner meaning of this sentence, Aurora is the other end of his wedding ring , he hoped that she would always be that carefree tit.

"Where do you want to go, Aurora?"

Qingrun's voice is like the sunshine on the tips of buds and leaves in spring, Wugouer gently wraps everything.

"You...don't ask me why? Or, don't you think I'm being willful?"

"You want to travel with me, what reason do you need? Aurora, if you don't need to prepare something for the trip... I can even set off with you today."

Chopin shrugged his shoulders without grace, and his brisk words made him receive a warm hug from his wife without any surprise.

Aurora hugged him for a long time without saying a word, and even buried her head in his chest.The sensitive composer noticed a little subtlety, so he decided not to point it out, and stroked her seizures silently with his fingers.

"Just this time... François, let's go to Mallorca together.

"No matter what...you must go here."

Really being blown by the sea breeze, Aurora held the outer edge of the hat, listening to the waves rising and falling, and watching the seabirds flying from the top of the head to the distance.

Leaving the dense buildings in Paris, feeling the lines of the sea with the soles of the feet along the splint, the girl's mind is empty and happy.

Starting from Paris, after spending four nights in a stagecoach, from Port Vendre to Barcelona, ​​they boarded the little steamer named El Mayorquin and headed for Parma.

The tiredness of the journey was wiped away by the sparkling light between the sky and the sea, coupled with the perfect sunny weather, Aurora just wanted to move out a deck chair and enjoy the natural cradle of the sea like this.

Although traveling abroad in the [-]th century was both troublesome and painful-it took a while to go through the formalities for going abroad; mobilized the circle of friends and social circles to get letters of introduction from prominent local families in order to make it easier to integrate into the hotel; because of the civil war The land route was interrupted, and the way of travel was changed...but Aurora thinks everything is worth it.

At least on this piece of pure sea blue, Liszt did not pester her to "remember" and "dictate" the complete version of Rachmaninoff's "Third Piano Concerto".The King of Piano had only heard the first movement roughly, and pestered her for a whole month, and finally gave up the root-seeking under Chopin's cold eyes and ridicule.

"Wow, how rare, dear François, you are finally willing to put down the black tadpole code, remember that we are traveling?"

"With all due respect, smart Aurora, I thought that if you haven't reached your destination, you're only on your way. I shouldn't be able to miss it?"

When Chopin wanted to quibble, he could find any reason.

Aurora couldn't help throwing him a blank stare.

Who would have imagined that Mr. Chopin is so conscientious that the publishers want to award him a medal for the most diligent collaborator of the year.

During this trip, he used a whole suitcase to pack several precious Bach works, a pile of manuscripts, pens and inks, and various unfinished compositions—it is said that some of the creations were originally reserved by Pleyel, and the other party learned that the composer After making the travel plan, he happily paid him a quarter of the full amount in advance, and even contracted the "slow delivery" piano business.

"Should I be thankful that you only have a portable keypad with no sound, if the Pleyel piano is on this ship, you might not want to come out at all?"

"Honey, who is the person who was fighting with me to play the keypad yesterday and still didn't want to let go? God testifies, who woke you up and brought you breakfast in the morning?"

"..."

"Besides, you should be most grateful that I'm not like the German Mendelssohn—"

Aurora raised her head, and Chopin approached her, and gently helped her refasten the hatband that had been loosened by the sea breeze.

His soft hair billowed with the wind, and the sun dyed them a flowing gold.

"That gentleman is a natural enemy of boats, even the small boats on the lake can make him faint..." The Pole with smiling eyes seemed to have copied the waves of the entire sea, "I'm fine, no matter what Continents or lakes and oceans, as long as you want, I can accompany you there."

Mallorca.

Despite his keen nature, Chopin never figured out, or side-shot, why Aurora insisted on traveling so far to this remote place.Maybe there is something she can't let go of here, or maybe it has a unique meaning to her.

Either way, Chopin is willing to wait for Aurora to slowly reveal it.

Apart from walking with his lover for the first time, Chopin actually did not expect much from Mallorca.But when he really stepped into a field he had never heard of, there was only one thought in his mind that it was right for Aurora to come here, absolutely right!

The beautiful coastline, the steep cliffs and the blue sea water together outline a beautiful picture that makes people speechless.The island is dotted with two mountain ranges, and the central plain is vast and open.There is not much artificial intervention here, except for a few Gothic buildings, churches and monasteries, everything reveals a natural and simple atmosphere.

It is peaceful and pastoral, unchanged for hundreds of years.

God created the Mediterranean and then created the Mediterranean paradise.

Chopin, who was standing on the huge balcony, stretched out his hand and lightly touched the vine leaves climbing on the guardrail, and the gentleness seemed to spread all over the floor.

"Francois, the sun is about to set, there is still time, let's take a walk to the beach to watch the sunset!"

Aurora waved to him from downstairs, and the corner of Chopin's mouth curved up a bit.

The composer was surrounded by joy and tranquility for a long time.

He has a hunch that here, his composing creation may have an unexpected encounter with the muse of inspiration.

……

Leaving the residential area of ​​House of Wind, Chopin, who was held by Aurora, listened to his tits cheerfully pointing out the green plants along the way.

Despite the dark weather, Mallorca is not stingy about showing its magnificence to the rare traveler.It is indeed a veritable extraordinary painter. Everything in the artist's dream has been painted, and the use of color is amazing.

Ahead is the white sand beach, and the tide pushes the waves ashore with all their might.At this moment, the bright red sun casts warm orange highlights on every part of the field of vision in the west.Chopin watched as Aurora simply took off his shoes and held them in his hands, happily running towards the sea.

Immediately, a bunch of footprints appeared on the smooth sand, and he watched her dotingly lift up her skirt, enjoying the wind chime-like laughter after the waves washed her ankles.

Beats, music.

The two musicians looked at each other tacitly, and looked at the source of the sound at the same time.

Unexpectedly, Aurora's action was more direct - she put down her skirt, not caring about the traces of sea water and gravel on it.

The girl rushed over, took the young man's hand, and led him to run directly on the beach under the setting sun.

There are flames in the distance, and there are sporadic figures.

They stopped at a polite distance for a simple, private campfire.There were not many participants, and it was probably the relaxation of nearby residents in the evening.The middle-aged man is playing the guitar in his arms, the woman is carefully flipping the grilled fish, and the young people are sitting on the ground, chatting and laughing and arranging wine and fruits on the picnic cloth.

The melodious guitar is accompanied by the waves, and the plucked notes on the strings, with the afterglow of the setting sun, penetrate into the heart little by little.

It's not a very delicate technique, but every sound of it fits the ear.

"What a wonderful melody..."

Chopin heard Aurora's sigh, and just turned his head to see her applauding silently in front of her chest, with a hint of longing faintly revealed in her flickering eyes.

He suddenly remembered that when she visited Berlioz's house with him for the first time, she also had the same expression when she saw the Parisian's guitar.

Could it be?

The smile slowly spread, and Chopin asked Aurora to wait for him for a while, and walked towards the campfire alone.

After a while, he turned around and beckoned her to come over.

The girl obediently ran to his side, and greeted the party members briefly and friendly.

The young man put a guitar into her arms with a smile, seeing her bright amber rounded, his smile deepened a bit.

"Don't you want to play this? Aurora, I have obtained permission from the master, you can use it."

"Oh, me?"

"If I'm right, my dear, would you like to play a tune for me?"

The sincere request of the gentle young man was unanimously approved by the onlookers. They clapped their hands and whistled to encourage the girl to play a song.

"I... haven't played it for a long time, I don't know if I still remember..."

"It doesn't matter, because you want to play it, even if you play the scale to me, I'm willing to listen to it."

"How can that be...you wait for me to find out how you feel..."

The girl with reddish cheeks was trying stiffly to get a position on the piano, and flicked the piano box with her right hand, simulating the sound she wanted.

The young man was simply invited to sit on the ground and wait patiently with the middle-aged man who borrowed his guitar.

After a while, Aurora cleared her throat lightly, and announced with a gentle and clean strum that the performance was about to begin.

Chopin watched her jump on the spot, and the moment she landed, the strings were plucked with a bright accompaniment sound.

He watched her nodding her head and shaking her body naturally along with the melody of the guitar, and when he was pleasantly surprised that she could really play the guitar, her eyes full of love suddenly fell on him.

She sang to him the chanson like the first sunshine after the rain.

"Can't forget the piano, the indescribable harmonies.

"Whether in ensemble or solo, the fleeting echoes of life.

"You once said, I love Chopin.

"This music reminds me of—

"It doesn't matter rain or shine, as long as you're by my side, it doesn't matter.

"On a rainy day, the reflection in your eyes flashed for a short time..."

Chopin likes opera and has extremely high requirements for singers to sing.

But Aurora, who sang the insignificant little chanson, at this moment, he felt that she was the best singer in the world.