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    There is a kind of practice in Western monasteries, that is, silent meditation.

    I can only speak at a fixed time every year. Once the time is up, I have to stop talking immediately, and I can't speak again until this time of the next year.

    "Last time we talked about"

    The last time was a year ago

    This is not difficult, I thought so at first.  With such an idea, it is natural to try, but the result is of course a complete failure.  a year?  Didn't make it through half a day.

    ? When I was an intern at the non-profit organization for the visually impaired in New York, I met elementary and middle school students who came to visit.  Children big and small are very polite and patiently line up to visit and ask questions.  At the end of the activity, the teacher took out the cloth strips, covered everyone's eyes, and asked everyone to find a way to gather in the lobby on the first floor.

    Seeing them groping and trying to find the way, I curiously asked the teacher, is this for the children to experience it firsthand.

    The teacher smiled and explained, "It's not a big deal. Usually, on a certain day every year, all the children in the school have to cover their eyes when they arrive at school in the morning, and they can't untie the cloth strips until they go home after school.

    Believe me, after experiencing it once, they will know how important eyes are to them.  Seeing passers-by who are visually impaired, they will naturally step forward to help.

    Many things, if you don't experience it yourself, you will always feel that it is nothing.  "

    There is no empathy in the world, and this sentence only came to me not long ago.

    Many times, when we look at the person opposite and say "I understand, I understand", we politely express our gratitude, but we know very well in our hearts that he doesn't know anything about it.

    Sometimes, just a nod or a smile, but you can feel that he really understands.  This understanding is due to similar experiences and the past, not out of imagination and speculation.

    ?The so-called empathy, resonance, and sympathy are inevitable.  Without physical experience, empathy is always a bit far-fetched.

    Once passing by a piano store, the young teacher said to the little doll sitting on the piano bench whose feet could not touch the ground: You must play with emotion, "Chunjiang Huayueye", think about it, how beautiful it is, there are flowers and moons  , Are you happy to see it

    It is true that this is an impossible solution, but there is no alternative. If you want to truly touch this song, you may not be able to do it by imagining how beautiful the moon and flowers are.

    I haven't really played this piece well until now.  The only time it was by Zixia Lake in the eastern suburbs.  That time when the Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, my mother was so excited that night, she just carried the piano on her back and dragged me away.  He and I sat on the steps by the lake, eating and drinking.

    The piano is on the side, and I have been reluctant to play it, probably because of the stubbornness of "there is no silk and bamboo, and the mountains and rivers have clear sounds".

    However, I still played it later, and I just played this one. After all, it was quite hard to memorize the heavy journey all the way.

    There is nothing particularly amazing, such as sudden enlightenment and other adventures.  I just feel, well, it's smoother than usual, and I'm not so anxious.  If you don't worry, you won't make any mistakes. Everything is natural, no matter what fingering rhythm.

    Even thoughtful to look at the mountains and lakes, well, the moon is not bad.

    After playing, I passed through a clump of sweet-scented osmanthus trees, and there were shadows in twos and threes in the pavilion next to it.

    "Pipa?" Someone asked in the dark night, "Listen to it by the water, it's different."

    "I didn't bother you." I was very embarrassed.

    "Where can we find this kind of noise?" The group of people laughed, "If you come to play every day, we will come to listen to it every day"

    I haven't been there since, and when I practice this piece again, I will think of that moonlit night, but I can't play that feeling again.

    By the way, isn't the title of this article a stop word?  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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