The world is fully reproduced and expressed in music
It is the first of all kinds of art
Imperial art
Be able to be like music
It is the purpose of all art
Schopenhauer
For the writer Xiao he, literary creation, as a form of art, its purpose is also music, or to achieve a sonata-style synergy.
Xiao He, trying to make the scene of what he sees and feels, in addition to the joy and sorrow depicted in the text, the crush is eager, there is always a bgm that suits the scene, so that the reader has an instant immersive feeling. Even the folds of life rise and fall like music. Even in a person's eyes, there is a musical tact: "It is as if you hear a musical melody." Low, melodious, beautiful but extremely desolate. It should have been played on the cello, Tchaikovsky's Death of the Swan. He had imagined that he was such a proud and noble swan. People all over the world worship him. But it flapped its beautiful and shining wings, only to find pain rushing out somewhere in its chest. In "The Last Night of the Alice Hotel in London", when Ding Wei and Ai Li passionately embraced each other, Ai Li's love and resentment have been intertwined into a thick net, a net that cannot be described in words, this scene, Xiao He wrote: "I seem to be floating in the Pacific Ocean, and it is like wandering in a bar, there is some strange music swaying........"
Strange music, a symphony of sadomasochism, an echo of sadness, but also a sweet elegy. Whenever emotions that want to say what cannot be said rush into the heart, there will be music wafting from the murmuring words. It felt as if a shallow and distant stream was flowing into the distance. The charm of music is incalculable and beyond imagination. It is like a sculptor, shaping the scattered mud into a pleasing and eternal treasure. In the music, the hustle and bustle of the world gradually quiets down.
For music, the writer Xiaohe must have an attachment to life. Otherwise, she wouldn't have described her eyes like this: "At that moment, I seemed to hear the music of the violin slowly swirling again, and his young and clear eyes, in the interlacing of the strings, condensed into the most juicy flowers in my past time." This should be the most abstract, but also the most concrete expression of the eyes in literary works. I have to say that Xiao he's language has a kind of stream of consciousness, music, poetry, words, emotions... These seemingly fragmented, but in fact, the elements of inner unity are surprisingly harmoniously integrated and symbiotic in Xiao He's works. No wonder, Mendelssohn said, "in real music, filled with a thousand feelings of the heart, much better than words".
The music deeply influenced Xiao He's creation, and even shaped the unique style of his works to some extent. She will not only use music to describe the eyes, but also use music to describe the mood, feelings, life, scenery... In Xiao He's sensory system, everything is common and can be musically noted. Even her words, sometimes read gently and melodiously, shallow and low singing; sometimes they read with depression and enthusiasm. This kind of beauty of reading and listening is not possible in many written works.
If words are Xiaohe's first voice, then music is undoubtedly her second voice. The breeze is gentle, the music is melodious, the ups and downs are all the songs of the soul. Music is something more intoxicating than flowers and wine. It points to the heart with magical powers. Little Lotus loves music, she uses music to continue to write unfinished stories, and also uses music to repair the pain of the soul. Friends who are familiar with Xiaohe know that Xiaohe has always longed to achieve the perfect unity of literature, music and self-life. She spends a lot of time practicing her instrument. In the years that could have been light, she enjoyed this seemingly crazy pursuit. She said that music is her persistent pursuit beyond writing, from her first acquaintance to later familiarity, music has been integrated into her life.
Undoubtedly, Xiao He is the forerunner and perseverer of musical literature. By the time of the publication of her 11th novel, Xiao He's ten fingers were already able to play beautiful music.
I believe that one day, she will go to a better future in the music she likes...
Text | Lin Wenxi
Typography | Pick up the moon