In the evening, we will attend the New Year's concert of the Strauss Family Philharmonic Orchestra at the Shanghai Grand Theatre.

Actually, I don't really appreciate classical music, it's just a vassal elegance tailored for the novel.

It's just that classical music, as an author, I need to come to experience its profundity.

In winter, the glittering street market is like day, and the Shanghai Grand Theatre is like a splendid palace at night, with its four corners upturned and flying to the sky.

The golden glazed light emits dazzling light, the cloud-white marble reflects the tear-clear crystal pearl, ethereal and illusory, the beautiful scenery is like a flower across the clouds, and the lights are so brilliant that people can't tell where the real scene is and where is the reflection.

Checking in 45 minutes early, I arrived a few minutes early, took out a potato sausage omelet bought at a convenience store from my school bag, and nestled in a corner to fill my stomach first.

Sitting in the main hall of the auditorium, I suddenly attracted a rush and a somewhat subdued melody.

The dancing baton is undulating, sometimes like a trickling stream, sometimes like a rushing wave, sometimes like a quiet virgin, sometimes like an unrestrained war horse.

The music flows with the undulation of the baton.

The sound of the cello is like a wide river, the left bank evokes memories that I can't forget, the right bank makes me look back on the brilliant years worth grasping, and the middle flows like a faint sentimentality of my years.

The sound of the piano is like a complaint: all the best times, the most brilliant wind and frost, and the first appearance, are slowly flowing.

The sound of the piano is like a complaint: After a thousand sails, the years have clarified the traces of the heart. When you are separated by the sea, all the waves are magnificent. It is as if a calm and pliable mind is buried under every note.

There were repeated waves of piano sound on the stage, and the heart was relaxed. Melodious, a kind of rhyme made the people present rejuvenate.

On the stage, the bell is ringing, and the music is melodious.

I sat here and listened to them humming and singing as I revised the text of the novel.

The brown-red cello on the right is very beautiful, one is bigger than the other.

According to the brochure, the orchestra's founder, the famous violinist and professor of music Saber was an avid collector of violins, and in his collection, his favorite and most used Italian instrument was the Stradivarius made in 1686, which was worth more than two million dollars.

The book says: Famous instruments and famous craftsmen complement each other, and also add to the performance of the Strauss Family Philharmonic Orchestra.

I can understand that. I can't appreciate it, though. Could it be that my taste is too village? After all, my roommates often complained that the songs I listened to were particularly non-mainstream.

I listened to the second piece of Josef Strauss's "The Village Swallow of Austria", and I already wanted to leave, I turned my head to look at the door, and it closed.

In order to make it easier for the novel to be used, and to be worthy of the eight hundred and eighty dollars and the time spent in one night, I forced myself to observe the foreigners on the platform and all the details around me, up to the roof and down to the floor.

My seat was less than 50 meters from their Strauss Family Philharmonic Orchestra, and I could see the sequins on the clothes they were wearing. I don't know what the brand is, but I'll probably dig deeper in order to write a good novel.

I don't think going to a concert or playing 18 holes on a golf course is as good as going to an Internet café to watch a movie, but the first two are both basic social survival skills.

On the contrary, I am very tired of that **solemn feeling, and even a little depressed.

Fifteen minutes into the halftime, I walked out and sat down on the steps of the bright hall and sent a message to my husband: "It's so ugly, it's torture." ”

The gentleman said, "Insist on listening?!" ”

It's more than 800 dollars.

In the second half, I noticed that the conductor had changed his coat.

The music he conducts is still sometimes stirring, sometimes slow. Cheerful and bright are the main themes.

I suddenly remembered that I had been invited by a few Cantonese people to taste Penfolds series of red wine on the table on the second floor of the football music restaurant near the Guangzhou high-speed rail station.

They asked me if I had any scent, but my nose only smelled alcohol, and I replied casually, "Hmm."

I said, "I've heard that some people who claim to have billions of dollars in assets can't even come up with the 5,000 yuan they should have when necessary. ”

Then a brother next to me on the field said, "I remember that I still have 20,000 yuan in my bag", and as he spoke, he took his bag, opened it, and I glanced at it.

Red wine? It's too hard to drink, unless it's a sweet red. Anyone who knows me knows that I like to drink sweet, low-alcohol champagne, but there are few people in the world who know me.

Jasmine, the only tune I heard in this concert, sounded like that.

What I like the most in the venue is the rhythmic applause, the whole atmosphere is very emotional, moving, big, moving, big, bang, bang, bang.

Turn on the lights, and the curtain will come to a glamorous end.

If I can play the more off-the-beaten-path modern pop songs that I like to hear, I'll probably be a regular at the concert hall.

Finally, when I looked up the male and female backup dancers, I suddenly thought that the term "elegant classical music" was purely false. First, elegance is not my pursuit, but I can play elegance with others. Second, whether something is elegant or not depends only on the definition in my heart, and I have always been myself. I think Bundy is very elegant.

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