My home is nearly 18 kilometers away from my work, and it takes one and a half hours by bus. I didn't like this very much in the past. There were crowds of people, noisy cars, and there was always brokenness and vulgarity coming in. Occasionally, I saw a dirty garbage bag flying

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's home is nearly 18 kilometers away from the work, and it takes one and a half hours by bus. I didn't like this very much in the past. There were crowds of people, noisy cars, and there was always brokenness and vulgarity coming in. Occasionally, I saw a dirty garbage bag flying in the wind. If I happened to be in a low mood, I felt as if I was going to be fucked by this terrible thing. The world is swallowed up.

My home is nearly 18 kilometers away from my work, and it takes one and a half hours by bus. I didn't like this very much in the past. There were crowds of people, noisy cars, and there was always brokenness and vulgarity coming in. Occasionally, I saw a dirty garbage bag flying  - Lujuba

Until I put on my headphones and the music started playing.

Everything outside fades into a distant background, and the noise is replaced by music. The music "dissolves" everything in sight into a movie without plot but rich in meaning. One and a half hours turned out to be a warm and emotional journey.

music is played randomly. First, there is the deep tone of the cello, as if a man with a face full of vicissitudes of life is speaking affectionately, and the camera passing by outside the car window happens to be a lonely old man guarding a scattered newsstand; then there is the bass, singing a moving love song in a leisurely manner. , the voice was full of endless thoughts; then there was a Spanish love song whose lyrics I couldn’t understand, so lingering and long that it made the angry truck on the road feel infinite tenderness.

My home is nearly 18 kilometers away from my work, and it takes one and a half hours by bus. I didn't like this very much in the past. There were crowds of people, noisy cars, and there was always brokenness and vulgarity coming in. Occasionally, I saw a dirty garbage bag flying  - Lujuba

It is music that makes everything outside the car window full of affection. The brisk piano sound makes the slow old man riding a bicycle become light. The quaint flute sound makes the cold and dark tunnel go deep into the jungle. The clear and loud suona sounds, shocking the world. A flock of free flying birds in the clear blue sky. The music played randomly by

will always make you encounter so many unexpected beauties. "Vltava River" by Bedouizi Smetana is rich and wide and deeply moving. Looking at the message in the comment area, there is a background introduction about this piece: "In the autumn of 1874, the composer Smetana, who was later known as the father of Czech music, suffered from ear disease and was in great pain and wanted to end his life. Early that morning , he walked slowly onto the bridge, no one knew what he wanted to do. At this moment, he suddenly heard the sound of the rapids of the Vltava River hitting the Charles Bridge... Smetana's unforgettable farewell gave birth to a deafening poem The work, especially being far away from the motherland and wandering in a foreign land, the sadness and pain are heart-wrenching, and the melancholy and nostalgia are indescribable. The symphonic poem suite "My Motherland" is such a work. There are 6 songs in total, including The most shocking one is "Vltava River"."

Some netizens left a message: "The narrative of music has its own uniqueness, always clear and precise. It will not tell you what the Vltava River has. How wide it is, how long it is, which cities it flows through, which lands it irrigates, but as long as that melody rises, the river suddenly becomes concrete in your heart, along with the wind blowing through it, the mist on the river, the sunshine, and the wilderness it flows through. The taste is also vivid."

really likes these comments on NetEase Music, as if they are "narration" or "dialogue" outside of music and pictures, making a "movie" complete and rich. "Ashes have also had the spectacular scene of blazing fire; dust may also have the opportunity to gather sand and form a tower." As for the song "Farewell Book", a netizen left a message - "I think the reason why this song is so cheerful is that I don't Thinking that it was the last time, just like when his mother pushed Shi Tiesheng to go to the garden, Tiesheng himself did not expect that such a cheerful scene would be the final farewell." Another message was, "Why is it called a farewell book when the tune is so cheerful? Because I received a letter, but I didn’t know it was a farewell letter.”

There is no “violence”, only peaceful and warm words, and a warm understanding of music, expressed in a few sentences. The story of people's reverie.

My home is nearly 18 kilometers away from my work, and it takes one and a half hours by bus. I didn't like this very much in the past. There were crowds of people, noisy cars, and there was always brokenness and vulgarity coming in. Occasionally, I saw a dirty garbage bag flying  - Lujuba

The story in a few words is so touching. In the comment area of ​​Zhao Peng's "Intimate Lover", there is a story like this: "When I heard this song, I couldn't help but share it with my husband. We have known each other for 13 years and been married for 5 years. Our son is already 5 years old. We are still in love with each other. Understand and support each other! In the ninth year after I entered the society, he firmly supported me in my postgraduate entrance examination. Fortunately, I was admitted to a full-time graduate school! Although we are 1,500 kilometers apart now, we still feel like lovers.Thank u! "

In the comment area of ​​Mao Buyi's "Xiaochou", there is a story like this: "Lung cancer is grade 4! It’s time to go. I listen to it every day. It’s a pity that I won’t have the chance to listen to it again in the future! Please help me listen to it, because there are so many things I like, but it’s a pity that I will never have the chance again! Goodbye. Under this message, there were so many people replying. Some people said: "Just live and listen." "Someone said: "You can listen to what you like. You didn't give me any money, so I don't want to listen to you. Come back, open it and listen to it yourself, hurry up. Someone said: "It will get better. Tomorrow will still be beautiful." "The most touching one is a message quoting Carl Sagan - "The nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, and the carbon in the things we eat, They are all composed of thousands of stars scattered from the Big Bang, so each of us is a star. "

In fact, the walk after getting off the bus is quite interesting. The headphones have been taken off, the music has stopped, the blue sky is vast, the shadows of the trees are dancing, and the sunlight separates the high buildings into light and shadow. It's like Vival's "The Four Seasons" is in my ears again Ringing, heaven and earth, so refreshing.

My home is nearly 18 kilometers away from my work, and it takes one and a half hours by bus. I didn't like this very much in the past. There were crowds of people, noisy cars, and there was always brokenness and vulgarity coming in. Occasionally, I saw a dirty garbage bag flying  - Lujuba

Picked up the phone and took a photo, and suddenly saw a screenshot of a primary school student's test paper posted by Teacher Xiao Lin from Foshan in the circle of friends. The screenshot was a "fill in the blanks in ancient poetry" question. This child was in After "a gentleman is magnanimous", I added the sentence - "a villain's mobile phone". I held the mobile phone and laughed happily on the roadside for a long time. I thought that this little baby hated "mobile phones" too much. In fact, "mobile phones" "Mobile phone" is also a good thing. For example, it can release music that is so deeply rooted in people's hearts and inject such vigorous vitality into the dark world.

What is important is of course not the mobile phone, but our heart. The position of the heart determines the world The face in our eyes - when it floats, it is hustle and bustle, when it sinks, it is fertility and tranquility.

Reporter: Qian Huanqing Editor: Xu Zheng Proofreader: Yang Hefang

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