The earliest impression about spring is childhood songs. I know that in the eyes of children, spring is red flowers, green grass, and little swallows... But I was very confused at that time because I did not see the commonly used meanings in these songs. By the time I see red flowers and green grass, it is usually already5It’s already the month, and it’s already past the Beginning of Summer on the calendar. Only when I was a little older did I realize that it was because we lived too high: the spring breeze did not reach Yumen Pass, let alone the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.

So I began to long for a real spring.

The first time I experienced spring outside my hometown was in Beijing. It was the second semester of my freshman year. I had just gotten used to a city thousands of miles away. Before I had time to take a closer look at the color of the grass in early spring, a sandstorm became an uninvited guest. The yellow sand wears golden armor in a hundred battles. What I didn't see in Qinghai I met again in the capital. So there was another doubt: is there something wrong with our usual experience, or I will never see the so-called spring. I waited, but the next year came another more severe dust storm that ruined my spring.

In the blink of an eye, I am now my junior year, and my desire for spring has faded. During the winter vacation, I was always talking about the experience of sandstorms to the freshmen online. Everyone was looking forward to another spring filled with yellow sand in embarrassment. When spring was approaching, I slowly and happily discovered that there seemed to be a complete spring atmosphere at last. I hurriedly made travel plans with my friends. Just when I was about to confirm the spring that came out of every meaningful poem, the capital city finally became commotion.

Confused.

This word I remembered from Lao She's "Four Generations Under One Roof" summed up this city again more than sixty years later: It is not war, but it is also death.

I haven’t finished discussing the price of isatis root with my classmates from Guangdong, but I found that these things have already arrived, masks, isatis root... until the w88 casino was closed for a month. I don’t know what’s going on with the cherry blossoms in Yuyuantan now, but I can’t see them anymore. Everyone rushed home, but I stubbornly stayed behind. I stubbornly refused to wear a mask or drink isatis root, but I could no longer walk out of the w88 casino freely.

But I still long for spring so much.

I sent a lot of text messages to my friends who were waiting at home to report the latest situation. I went out to eat and noticed that it was a sunny day that I hadn’t seen for a long time. So after dinner, I lay down on the lawn in front of my bed and listened to music. When you are in a good mood, you don’t want to listen to your favorite Chai Ke, so let’s listen to Mozart. Everyone’s evaluation of him is almost as bright and warm as spring.

Five violin concertos, that genius19Written in my hometown when I was young. I just came back from the beautiful scenery of Munich. Maybe the relationship between him and his father was still harmonious at that time - he would still obey his father's will, maybe he was already full of obscene language and was in the turmoil of adolescence, But in this music, everything is relaxed and harmonious. I don't know how to play the piano, but I know that these echoes and scales have no depth in technique, but those spring lights dancing on the strings will be the biggest test that every player has to face. Do you know what vitality is? Not the complicated spring scenery, but simple happiness. Therefore, there is no need to exaggerate the brilliance of colors, what we want is comfort and smoothness.

Those soft second movements are a fairy tale about gratitude. Be grateful to life, be grateful to all people, not only those we love and those who love us, but also those who deceive, hurt, abandon and demean us. Those people give us the opportunity to experience, grow, and understand more deeply what love is. Whether it is the romantic French atmosphere or the velvety delicacy, these charming musical thoughts have transcended the realm of forgetfulness of things and myself. I couldn't help but think of Wolfgang and his father again. There is always a strange relationship of guidance and resistance between father and son. Is this no exception for this great musical father and son? From Old Mozart’s strict teachings to Wolfgang’s growth, from the excited tears in his father’s eyes when Mozart played the violin for the first time to Old Mo’s opposition to his son’s marriage to Constance, the two men can never be conquered by each other, but in fact, they are all one love, as Mozart later wrote in a letter to his son: “Every time I go home, I can’t help but feel melancholy along the way, but when I walk in, I can still hear you playing the violin.”

The rondo repeats memories over and over again, and the brisk refrain finally ends quietly and unknowingly. Mozart is slender but has no fear, which may be the best attitude. Five Violin Concertos and the Feeling of Spring, It turns out that you can smell it through the dozens of layers of masks.

Five Violin Concertos by Mozart

1． dropBMajor key,K.207

2．DMajor,　K.211

3．GMajor,　K.216

4．DMajor,　K.218

5．AMajor,　K.219

　　　　　　 Author: Drunkard in the wild