What is music, and where is it? The elephant is invisible, and the sound is loud. How to find, where to listen.

The master said, "Make the pipa on the ground and make the strings!" Use your feet to play while walking! Music is never in the musical instrument, but in the heart! In the magic music workshop, you are inferior to your brothers and sisters everywhere, because you are smart and magnificent by nature, while the existing musical instruments are sluggish and clumsy, which does not match your nature. It's never your fault that you don't play well. No matter how powerful the dragon is, it can't show its own magical powers in the small pond! Let's go, Yunsheng, go to the forest, to the river, to the desert, to the field, the music is never in the magic sound workshop. Go ahead!

I walked all the way, all the way to ask myself, what the master said, I waded through the icy stream, cold! through the thorny forest, it hurt! I crawled through the desert of the desolate desert, and the sun was shining in a desolate place in the middle of September. Looking at the magnificent and brilliant light, the sun is very warm today, but why, my heart is so cold, my hands are so cold! No one can warm me, only myself can warm me, I curled myself up, put my arms and legs tightly around the cold heart, hugged my arms to warm myself! Just like that, I fell asleep.

In the confusion, a chime sound sounded in the ears, and in the chime sound, there was a kind of respite and strength. There is no reluctance or pain in the outpouring power, and there is expectation in the outpouring power! There is a distant sweetness in that expectation, and that sweetness is so familiar, and the familiarity is as if it happened yesterday.

In my mind, Gong Shang Yu was indestructible, and the five notes were constantly jumping. What is that chime, what is the expectation and sweetness that pervades the chime, why is this sweetness so distant, and what is so familiar and so close!

That kind of chime sound drifts farther and farther, drifts farther and farther! That kind of expectation and sweetness feathered into a swan, and the palace merchant feathered into five newborn baby swans, closely following the swan mother, expectation and sweetness. I swayed my feet to pursue, desperately searching. I woke up, and not far away, a few farmers were planting seeds in the hole they had thrown! When they saw me, strangers from afar, they brought me into their house. They took out hot milk tea and wheat rice! And told me that this is what they planted! I grabbed a mouthful of wheat rice and drank milk tea! A warm current swept over my cold heart and curled stomach! At a certain point in my mind, suddenly, sparks shone brightly, illuminating a space. Nothing was seen, nothing was seen. In an instant, the sparkles fell sporadically and disappeared into the darkness.

In the vast darkness of my mind, I looked around, looking for the spark that flickered for that moment. I looked up in all directions, searched everywhere, and all I touched was two stones! I touched two stones in a daze, angry, confused, and desperate! I fiercely picked up my arms and threw two cold stones, dipped in the anger in my heart, and threw them into the farther darkness!

I grabbed a handful of wheat rice angrily and took a sip of milk tea with hatred! The fragrance and tamping of wheat rice and the mellow flavor of milk tea finally calmed down a lot!

I went back to the place where I had dreamed of chime, and lay there, tossing and turning, and I forced myself, as I had just done, to curl up together. The same place, the same position, I quietly waited for the same dream!

One day, two days, three days. Every day, I tossed and turned, trying to fall asleep, and then woke up lost and with nothing!

Knowing that on the fourth day, I could no longer sleep, curled up in the same place, tossing and turning. That night, I deeply felt the darkness of the night, the length of the night, and the immensity of the night. At the edge of the early morning, the night is like pitch, and the black stagnant and explained, and after the early morning, the stagnant and solid night slowly dissolves and dilutes. A vast fog evaporated from the earth, slowly, slowly, for a moment, the four walls of the heavens and the earth were full of vast mist.

I stood in the fog and imagined the ethereal in the clouds, no, the mist was not ethereal, but a vastness. The early morning sun, riding the early autumn wind, pierced through the vast fog and pierced through the two tall tree forks. A straight light, a holy light, resides between the fork of the tree and the earth. I stayed where the light had left and saw particles of dust trembling. I leaned over and looked, trembling, as a bud tip burst through the ground, and the soil above my head rose and rolled out in both directions.

This is life? This is life! At that moment, there were inexplicable tears in my eyes, and at that moment, there was no longer resentment and ruthlessness in my heart, but quietly, quietly, lying next to the tip of the tooth, watching the tip of the tooth break out of the soil, and then break free into two petals, trembling in the wind! I suddenly remembered that the chime sound I heard in my sleep that day must be the sound of the villagers when they were digging the soil. There is a sense of anticipation and sweetness in that sound. Now, what will be the sound that will ring in my ears? What kind of cry did the wheat sprouts make when they broke through the shackles of the earth? What kind of sound did the soil particles on the top of the wheat sprouts rise high and fall to both sides! What kind of sound did the wind make when it swept across the two petals of the wheat sprouts!

Suddenly, my heart suddenly brightened! I returned to my stagnant dark mind and searched in the direction where the stone had been thrown!

I found it, I found it. I found the two stones! I struck them hard, and I sparked! Ah! Brilliant and bright, piercing through the stagnant darkness! I just paddled and rowed, and finally there was a direction and a light in my heart!

Since then, there is no resentment in my life, and I finally vaguely saw a little bit of the master's words: the elephant is invisible, and the voice is loud. I finally understood how to make pipa roads and strings!

Since then, I've watched the first drops of dew that have condensed from nothing on the flap in the wee hours of the morning, and watched the drops slide from drop to drop. Finally condensed into a drop of dew, a perfect arc, the petals are like butterfly wings, fluttering and trembling! What is the sound of the moment the dew drops slides off the petals, the perfect curve is so crisp and neat. However, the moment the dew drops slip down but do not slip down, will there be a trace of nostalgia! On my heartstrings, the palace merchant feather emblem never stops jumping! Imagine, that drop of dew is the machine of the erhu, crossing the string of the petals!

I was in the bird's nest, watching the bird grow from bare to tender wings, the delicate wings were pressing the air below him, the first time the bird flew and flapped the air, what sound did the wings make, what kind of rhythm did the blood flow in the wings! When the bird failed to beat and glided down from the sky, did its heart tremble, and did that trembling heart also like a machine, beating the strings of its wings. After struggling again and again, he finally rode on the branches, and finally traveled for nine days, and those wings, like a machine, stirred the strings of the air. What should I use to interpret such a situation, with a flute, and the flute sounds melodious. With the flute, the sound of the flute is elegant, with the zheng, the sound of the zither is surging, with the erhu, the erhu is delicate and long! I searched for it, but I couldn't find any direction, only the notes of the palace Shang Yu emblem, jumping on my heartstrings.

I watched the caterpillars spin and cocoon layer by layer, waiting for the night, waiting for the day. It is important to hear the sound of biting teeth, only to see a point broken out of the cocoon, and a few teeth are biting around the cocoon. Finally, a butterfly broke out of its cocoon and listened! What kind of sound the curled up slimy tender wings were when they first bloomed, hula la! That's what kind of sound is in the air. When four feet leap into the air, a pair of wings glide through the air and fly! What kind of music does this beautiful spirit play?

Soon I had to go back the way I came. Climb through the desolate, vast, vast, pure desert! From the morning half of the red to the noon of the vast and pure yellow, and finally back to half of the red. The beams of sunlight falling from the sky don't look like the strings of a zither. And the wind that comes and goes, through the strings of the sun, tells what magnificence, what kind of sadness on this vast desert!

I have walked through the forest, listening to the wind blowing through the forest, what kind of resistance the straight trees are doing! The rows of trees are not like the rows of bells! The wind, like a hammer, is striking what kind of sound!

Passing through the forest and along the river! I made a pipa road and played the stream! I once again lay on the ground and looked at the stones in the river in a daze! When the river gently stroked the stones in the river, how delicate and tender and warm it was! On the other hand, the intricate stones in the river did not look like the tracks of the fingers that were densely crossed on the zither! And that small river was not densely woven together by thousands of silk streams! What kind of notes should be used and what kind of rhythm should be used to play the music of the small river!

I haven't fully understood the elephant yet, but I have thoroughly understood the meaning of making the pipa road and making the strings!

That's the music!

No, it's not full music yet!

In an instant, a flash of lightning flashed in my mind! That lightning bolt shone through half of the sky in my mind! I sat quietly on the ground, separated myself, and looked at an ignorant teenager from the perspective of a bystander, like a caterpillar, in the dark silence of my mind, looking forward to the light of music! Crossing the stream, through the forest, climbing over the desert, watching the seeds break through the ground and sprout, watching the caterpillars break out of their cocoons and become butterflies, and watching the birds fly in the air! At last I vaguely understood what music was!

From then on, I often saw a young man standing in the forest, waiting for the rain to pass and the sky clear, when the sun pierced the cumulus clouds with a pillar of sun, that pair of cruising hands, running and playing, the holy sunshine of that pillar!

When it rains, squat in the drizzle and pluck the harp made of rain!

In that dark but budding mind! A pair of hands against a pile of wormwood, scratching the flint, starry, gorgeous, bright. With a bang, a fire finally illuminated the world in the boundless darkness!

The young man decisively ran to the wood, built on it, and the fire burned brightly, illuminating every edge of the young man's mind!

What to interpret! What to interpret the vast music and your own heart!

The elephant is invisible, and the sound is loud! What do I use to carry this surging feelings and voices! What can I carry this surging feelings and voices! The terrain is good, and the gentleman carries things with virtue! Use the land!

With the earth, with the rain like a harp, with the holy pillars of light falling from the sky, with the swaying trees, with the wind!

And just like that, I made something unique!

Listen! I'll show you what music is!

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