Franz-Schubert, one of the most famous composers in Austrian history.

People like Bach, they like Beethoven, they like Mozart, they like Haydn, but for many, Schubert is too gentle and too modest, and his indecision slowly permeates the weaving of the melody, flowing slowly down with the coldness of the piano and the loneliness of the violin.

But it is precisely this tranquility that gives Schubert a unique temperament.

Each note is derived from the inner emotions of poetry, and when you are quiet, you can savor the melody dancing between the staves, and you can glimpse the world in Schubert's eyes in a trance:

The babbling streams are slowly flowing, the golden sunlight shining brightly through the crystal clear droplets, the shabby accordions of street performers, the dirt of dirty coins and fingers, and the weather-beaten faces, the larks flapping their wings above the quaint dome, the chattering noise tearing through the winter cold, the icicles under the eaves begin to melt, and a ray of spring light falls on the palms.

It was a world, a world where all things were revived and life awakened.

The lonely, poignant, sad, passionate, and depressed emotions are told through the most ingenious form of arrangement, and the means of expression are like structural principles, subordinated to the diversity of the poems, the score is sometimes as simple and simple as a ballad, sometimes as surging as a poem, the harmony is full of passion/emotion and delicate expressiveness, and the timbre and chords of different keys are mixed with each other, which highlights the sudden change of mood of the poem.

In Schubert's melodies, especially the piano, the melancholy and sentimental, excited and sensitive timbre is always so delicate, telling the most life-like and intimate stories, and those vivid images burst out between the notes.

The melodious music reverberates in the vast space, ethereal and distant, quiet and surging, slowly penetrating into the boundless universe, as if you can glimpse the night and the music intertwined, slowly outlining the outline of the stars, slowly approaching the light source from far and near, and the faint halo is quietly dyed with a layer of elegant peace.

Those magnificent, those thrilling, those magnificent, all gradually calmed down, but ...... There was only silence, a silence where all the sounds had disappeared—even Schubert's piano music seemed to have disappeared into the endless darkness, evolved into a part of the nebula, and only an endless ...... remained Quiescence.

This silence is incrediblely beautiful, the whole mood slowly settles, there is no breeze, no temperature at all, not even a little gravity, so pure, so thorough, so thick, involuntarily precipitated, every inch of muscle, every cell begins to relax, just simply wandering in it, as if ...... It's as if I've completely disappeared.

It is not the disappearance of the death of the soul, but the disappearance of the incarnation as a speck of dust, incomparably insignificant in the whole grandeur and vastness, no matter how much you struggle and resist, you can't shake the tens of thousands, hundreds of millions of times behemoth, so you can only quietly look up and become a part of it.

Himself, just like that, disappeared.

In a trance, the barriers between oneself and the world, between reality and illusion, disappear, time and space lose their meaning, just stagnate at a certain node, and then the brain falls into a blank, the world gets bigger and bigger, bigger and bigger, and finally it is beyond the scope of what the brain can carry, and it explodes.

In the depths of the pupil, the faint halo gradually condensed and evolved into a huge light source, blooming with a hot and dazzling white light. There is no color, no temperature, just a light source that is pure to the extreme, penetrating the pupils, penetrating the mind, and spilling on the soul, and every cell can feel the presence of this light source.

That's the sun.

There is no ...... imagined The brilliance was dazzling, and there was no imaginary heat, as if everything was just an illusion, but the brilliant light was like a rainbow, and it slid across the entire universe in a mighty way, even the Milky Way seemed dull, and a touch of grandeur was pulled out of the vast interstellar space, and then, at the end of the bridge of light, the earth was seen.

That familiar and strange earth.

It's not blue.

No, it's blue, but it's so colorful and rich, and so majestic, dark blue, azure blue, emerald blue, mint blue, peacock blue, the layers of blue are like Van Gogh's "starry sky", distorted and abstract, but they blend together naturally, so that all the colors, all the designs, all the imagination become pale and powerless.

The green, brown, and gray mixed in it are rendered in large swaths, but they completely disappear into them, and they are connected with the blue, and a few brushstrokes sketch a grand and majestic picture, dotted with dots of white, inadvertently depicting that shock.

In an instant, the eyes couldn't help but moisten, and the pure shock, penetrating the brain, penetrating emotion, and penetrating reason, shone directly into the depths of the soul, and then began to tremble, and even the exclamation disappeared completely.

Only when we have truly witnessed the magnificence can we realize our own insignificance, and only when we have truly experienced the magnificence can we understand our own humility. The beating of the heart, the flow of blood, is clearer than ever, and again, and again, reminding yourself to be truly and truly alive. In the tears, the smile bloomed, and then let yourself be lost like this, lost in this blue.

At this moment, he is not Lan Li Hall, he is not Ryan Stone, he is not Chu Jiashu, he is just a simple life form, looking up at the universe, and then disappearing into it.

In fact, his mind is clear, he knows exactly what he's going through, he's in the lightbox at Surrey's studio, he's preparing for the film "Gravity," he's experiencing the loneliness of space, he's feeling Ryan Stone's journey after he's in despair.

He also knew what he should do, he had really felt the fear and despair in a desperate situation during the filming of "buried alive", he had also really felt the oppression and dullness in the narrow space, and the taste of being buried alive was still vivid, so this time, he didn't need to revisit it.

According to the plan, he should calm down, feel Schubert's melody seriously, completely stop his mind, and then skip the first stage of "gravity" and go directly to the second stage, after the struggle and resistance are over, the pain and torment of emotional disintegration.

He knows, he knows everything.

But now, these things have lost their meaning, and the thoughts in my mind, about the self, about the self, about the performance, about the plan, all the thoughts are real, but they gradually disappear into the darkness in the corner, slowly calm down, just let themselves disappear into this piece of blue, let themselves disappear into that chaos.

Silence has an artistic beauty.

The silence reached the extreme, and loneliness began to slowly breed, turning his 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 the only meaning. In the long river of hundreds of millions of years, in the boundlessness of the universe, life has always been in a cycle of cause and effect.

The life cycle is long and short, from the fireflies that bloom overnight to the ancient trees that last for thousands of years, from the cities that have been inherited for thousands of years to the eternal oceans, but the short life span of human beings in 100 years is so insignificant. All the struggles are just struggles trapped in a small box.

Until this moment, he seemed to finally comprehend the grandeur and enormity of the "Tree of Life", and he also seemed to finally feel the majesty and grandeur of life.

Involuntarily, he followed the light in front of him and began to turn his neck with difficulty, although he didn't know what he was looking for, other humans, other lifeforms, or other references, but he found nothing, and the faint sadness and loss permeated the depths of his pupils.

That extreme loneliness, wrapped around his fingertips, dancing on the tip of his tongue, surging in his heart, a blank air spread between his eyebrows, and involuntarily, Lan Li tried to raise his voice.

It wasn't necessary, he was well aware of it, but he just wanted to speak.

"Huh?"

The sound broke through the restraints of his throat and sounded softly, but it only traveled for a short time, and then it hit the wall of the light box, and immediately bounced back, and disappeared completely in the blink of an eye, and no one could hear him but himself.

The rest was silence, as apocalyptic as the end of the world.

Almost instinctively, before reason and emotion could judge and react, the voice rang out again, "Hello, anyone?" this time louder, but the result was the same, the endless silence swept over like a tide, and then began to drown the ankles, calves, thighs, and waist little by little......

Just a moment of breathing, the whole person fell into suffocating loneliness.

He opened his mouth and breathed heavily, as if he had really drowned and suffocated, and worse, he didn't feel much oxygen in his chest, and his burning lungs were still expelling oxygen, and the suffocation feeling became more and more real, but before he could struggle, the support under his feet suddenly disappeared, and he was instantly weightless and fell to the ground freely.

Irrepressibly, the panic exploded in the depths of his heart, and the next step, he began to wave his hands and feet, fluttering and struggling, but what was even more terrifying was that his limbs were rigidly bound in place, and the more he struggled, the tighter he tightened, and the power of the imprisonment cut off all life.

Oh, God!