It is weird when people are drunk.
They act abnormally...
A dot has nothing,
It can't be anything,
Just a dot.
Two dots are something,
They can be a line,
They can strangle the criminal,
They can cut through heavy metals,
No matter how far apart they are,
They have a way to link up.
When it comes to three dots,
Things are totally different,
The world will change,
The dimension will fall,
They can be a three-dimensional thing,
They can be a triangle.
2012年11月27日星期二
2012年11月26日星期一
Music 。。。
About Music ...
Well a very good evening to my fellow friends, it is my pleasure here to share with you about music and what music really is.
Music, as many of you seemed to know but actually don't, is either a career path or a hobby.
When you want it as a hobby, you can enjoy the various good feelings that it has to offer. It is indeed a good way to release stress and express feelings. Drowned in the world of self saturation, you will never know how and what you are actually playing. Many of my "friends" told me that they are just following their feelings and some even told me that they just feel good when they play it. But trust me on this, if you were just following your feelings and ever felt that you were doing good and full of feelings, you were actually doing no much better than hell and sometimes worse.
When you want it as a career of your life, it will become both fantastic and realistic. Fantastic is that of the real music that you will get to listen to and great people you get to know. Every piece of music has its story and way of playing and every lesson is a portal to a brand new world full of mysterious harmonies and melodies.
Realistic, in another way, cruel. To do good music, as for a pianist, time,resources and talent are what matters the most. Time is first the time spent sitting in front of the piano practising and talking to ourselves. Second is the time we begin our long run on the little narrow path of music. Third is the time we have to vomit music out instead of swallowing them in, meanwhile, performing. Resources is the basic of all and so includes music. A good tutor, piano, environment, atmosphere and education. A good tutor gives a good instruction as incorrect instruction could ruin a pianist's life. A good piano trains the pianist's ears and fingers. In another way, concert hall never uses lousy piano. Environment, atmosphere and education stimulate and inspire the thoughts of a pianist. What goes, comes out. The last and the least, talent. It is a thing that won't matter much in the beginning but mattered the most in the end. Talent cannot overcome hard work and time but it can make a significant difference when both time and resources are the same. And that is what most people envied the most, Talent.
Tonight is the ASEAN International Chopin Piano Competition GALA Night, I was there and I envied them. The winners are so talented (some of them) and young, some are just 7 years old and some are 11. In my opinion,many of their playing were amazing yet not inspiring. Music should be something that is able to touch hearts of audience and lead them into fantasy.
Stop dreaming!
People that are able to do that, we call them Maestro.
Everything here are just my own opinion and some might not agree with me. For those who wish to start a endless debate, please kindly press the "X" button at the top right of your screen and get off the page.
Thank you very much.
2012年11月23日星期五
参观蜡像馆 。。。
蜡像馆。。。
工匠赋予蜡像生命 。。。
却没教会它们与生命连结 。。。
一尊尊的立在走廊的两侧 。。。
相距不过几米 。。。
却未曾交通 。。。
近在咫尺的心 。。。
也未曾互相打开过 。。。
各自跳着各自的舞蹈 。。。
在午夜的蜡像馆里存在 。。。
与蜡像对话 。。。
就犹如与蜡像对话 。。。
对话的方式是我问我答 。。。
它只听 。。。
硬邦邦的蜡像 。。。
它们不能改变 。。。
只能捧着自己所有的 。。。
向往着自己所不会有的 。。。
尝试着改变从一开始就决定了的结局 。。。
在一个个夜黑风高的夜里 。。。
上演着没有结局的喜剧 。。。
在买蜡像时的初次搬动容易不小心折断 。。。
一场无声的抗议 。。。
宁为玉碎,不为瓦全 。。。
那蜡像已经在这方地上扎根 。。。
它已与这片土地 。。。
有着深深的羁绊 。。。
他已属于这片土地 。。。
粗暴的力量使得连接处吱吱作响 。。。
一下 。。。
两下 。。。
三下 。。。
断开了 。。。
好痛 。。。
2012年11月10日星期六
厉鬼。。。
我把金子般的秘密从心墙中提炼出来,磨成细沙,洒在汪洋之中。等到某年某月的某一天,撑着小艇,靠着磁石把他们从新搂在怀里。
踏着他们的尸首我从秘境中归来,带来的不是春风,而是血雨。手中嗜血的那对镰刀在空气中鸣叫着,七天,砍下了无数个头颅。
采青的下午,地狱之门被撞开,黑暗如潮水般吞没了本属于我们村庄,将凡有气息的都带走。留下的是仇恨、绝望、与恐惧。
暗黑仪式的祭品是一颗心,英雄的心,它长在一颗树上。很久很久以前,英雄被打败了,埋葬在这棵树下,封印着远古时代的记忆。
夜晚的天空下,乌鸦天狗的血将月光染红。还未死去的血泊在新月的照耀下对着墙角的狐妖奸笑。
踏着他们的尸首我从秘境中归来,带来的不是春风,而是血雨。手中嗜血的那对镰刀在空气中鸣叫着,七天,砍下了无数个头颅。
采青的下午,地狱之门被撞开,黑暗如潮水般吞没了本属于我们村庄,将凡有气息的都带走。留下的是仇恨、绝望、与恐惧。
暗黑仪式的祭品是一颗心,英雄的心,它长在一颗树上。很久很久以前,英雄被打败了,埋葬在这棵树下,封印着远古时代的记忆。
夜晚的天空下,乌鸦天狗的血将月光染红。还未死去的血泊在新月的照耀下对着墙角的狐妖奸笑。
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