Chapter 57 flute with the wind

A cool breeze blows from afar.There was a whirring sound in the wind. Listen carefully, it sounds like a certain kind of music, I analyzed it for a long time, and I'm sure it's the voice of my son, because Xiao's voice is not so clear, nor is it so high-pitched. Because of the distance, I doubt my judgment; who's flute can penetrate the vast plains, and there is rain in the sky, can it pass through the rain and spread in the four fields?The sound of the flute does not seem to be that long, let alone only a few simple rhythms. The place where I stand is a piece of farmland in the countryside. On the left and right sides are rice fields that extend into the distance. Behind me is a mountain, and in front of me is a forest of hemp and bamboo.The music obviously came from the bamboo forest, and the distant place behind seemed to be echoing as well.

Is there a family in the bamboo forest?When I was young, I felt that among all the forests, bamboo forests are the most mysterious, especially those with a long history.Because no matter how dense the forest is, the sunlight can always penetrate without difficulty. Only the dense leaves of the bamboo forest sometimes even the sunlight can't do anything; no matter how big the forest is, there are rules, and people can walk freely among them. There are no rules, and sometimes you get lost when you walk into it.Therefore, since childhood, my father told us the truth of "no one in the bamboo forest", not to mention that there are random thorns in some bamboo forests, like thorny bamboo forests.

Thinking like this made me hesitate again when I was about to walk into the bamboo forest, so I sat down in the paddy field and listened to that piece of music alone.I saw that it was still early in the sky, and it was about two miles away from the bamboo forest, so I decided to go for a walk in the bamboo forest - I thought that a place with music must be safe. When I stood in front of the bamboo forest, my whole body was overwhelmed by the music like the wind, the sea and the rain. It was like a sea of ​​music, with rough waves and great sound. It was not the music of the world, and there were no people in the bamboo forest.The bamboo itself is a musical instrument, the wind is the conductor, and the relationship between bamboo and bamboo leaves is the player.I researched for a long time before posting

It turned out that the bamboo had been sprinkled with light rain, and there were water stains on it, and when they rubbed against each other, they made a sharp sound like a flute.And the gap between the bamboo leaves swaying all over the sky above, even if there is rain, can't stop the wind, making many thin sounds, matching the bamboo flute. Everyone will be moved by the sounds of nature, such as the singing of frogs and insects in summer nights, the leaping and singing of birds in spring morning, and even the symphony of waves in the windy weather.There is nothing natural that does not make us admire. Every year at the turn of winter and spring, I hear the distant spring thunder in the silent night, and my heart always trembles with joy.

I have a friend who prefers the singing of cicadas.When Meng Xia was young, he often sat alone in the mountains for a day to listen to the sound of cicadas. Once he gave me a tape, which was the sound of cicadas recorded in Hualien Mountain.It was already winter when I was sent off, and I played the tape in the cold night, and all of a sudden, thousands of cicadas sang together, making the indifferent house look like there were countless cicadas flying in a duet. The beauty of that kind of experience is sometimes not inferior to listening to cicadas in the mountains . Later, I also liked to record natural sounds, such as the sound of flowing streams and the sound of mountain winds caressing. Once I played a tape titled "The Stream", and suddenly there were two The sharp sound of the mountain bird's long song is full of ears, and it will last for a long time, just like when people think of the joy of the past in a peaceful moment, they suddenly lose their voice and sigh with joy.

But I have heard many natural sounds, but I never felt such a profound sound in the bamboo forest this time.It turns out that all the sounds in nature are solo, no matter how beautiful the sound is, it only touches our heartstrings, but the symphony of the bamboo forest completely surrounds me, like the first closely resounding note played by a symphony orchestra of a hundred people, that Only then did I really understand why many musical instruments in China are made of bamboo, because there is no natural plant that can produce a clear, distant, and long-lasting sound like bamboo. It's a pity that I couldn't record the sound of the bamboo. After I went there a few times, either there was no rain, there was no wind, or there was wind and rain but it didn't work as well as before.I learned that to hear good natural sounds is still a blessing, it is infinitely changing, it is completely different every moment, if there is no wind, bamboo is just bamboo, with wind, bamboo becomes music , and the wind and rain can just make the bamboo rub against each other, and the bamboo becomes a symphony.

People who lose their awareness of natural sounds are the saddest. When someone says "the scenery is as beautiful as a painting", the state is lowered, because the painting is quiet, and the natural scenery is alive and moving; Vision, nature also provides a variety of sounds, this dual combination makes nature beyond the realm of human creation.There are countless artists in the world who draw inspiration from nature, but no matter how good an artist is, they cannot fully capture the soul of nature, because nature has sound and pictures, is still alive, and is changing all the time. These are all artistic expressions. beyond the limit.

Most importantly, even the best art must have an ending.Naturally, there is no ending. Knowing this, the artist will inevitably have a sense of loneliness of "thinking about the world and the earth, feeling sad and crying alone".People can draw a picture of the Yangtze River, which is moving, but it will never be as touching as the real situation of the Yangtze River; people can record the singing of cicadas, but it can never replace watching the beautiful cicadas singing in the treetops. That day, in the bamboo forest, I heard the bamboo flute with the wind, and I forgot the passage of time. When I walked out of the bamboo forest, the setting sun was already lingering in the valley.The rain has stopped, but I seem to have gone through a spiritual bath, washing away all the dust.

I feel that as long as there is nature, people have no reason to give up on themselves. — May 4, 1983