Double harp sacrifice

Those two trees are perfect for making a piano. And I'm sure I can make two fine violins.

They're very slow-growing trees, and that's one of the reasons good fiddles are so valuable.

The old luthier, who is over seventy years old, has made countless violins of excellent sound in his life. His experience was that only a section of such a tree could be sawed to make a violin of good sound; If you take another piece and make one again, the sound quality will be much inferior to the first violin.

As he grew old, he had an old ambition to make two violins at the same time, so that they could both become famous instruments, without distinction in sound quality.

The harp is taken from the wood, and the wood from the tree. The old luthier planted two young trees with his own hands and watched their growth for more than ten years. In three thousand six hundred days, the two trees not only increased their rings, but also became deeply in love, like a boy and a girl growing into a strong young man and a beautiful girl. They admire each other, praise each other, through the rustle of the leaves when shaking, never tired of telling the lingering love words. How they look forward to the wind when their branches grow. With the wind blowing, they can love each other's bodies. Ah, the branches and branches of the contact around ah, the leaf and leaf friction ah, it reflects a kind of tenderness between them! This is their moment of ecstasy! They love each other's new branches, they love each other's new leaves, as a man loves a woman's white skin, as a woman loves a man's thick eyebrows and stiff hair... If the wind is four or more, their crowns will be bent, and when the crowns are close to the trees, they will embrace each other with all their arms, and then they will groan and pray for more wind...

But the old luthier fell ill. He knew he was going to die, so one day he called his son to his bed and said, "Son, the world is used to judging the merits of everything, including human abilities. I once had a brother who was the luthier I most admired. But he could not stand the judgment of the world about our superiority and inferiority, and he died hating me. I know that very well. So I've always had a dream to make two violins with the same sound quality, to prove to the world that there are different things in the world with the same beauty. Why do we have to go back and forth between the good and the good? This is the stupidity caused by the intolerance of the human heart! Son, I can't do what I want to do, but you must do it for me. I think one needs that kind of education..."

The next day the old luthier died...

Later, his son cut down the two trees, saw off the best part of each, and with the same patience and care, made two violins.

He had a trial with a leading violinist. After playing a famous song, the violinist relaxed for a moment and played the same famous song again.

When the music stopped, the luthier's son asked, "Master, which one do you think has the better sound?"

The violinist asked curiously, "Didn't I just play on the same instrument, young man?"

"No, Master, there are two. I replaced them while you were distracted."

The master marveled and said, "It's amazing. If I can't tell them apart, then they are two violins with the same first-class sound quality!"

Afraid that his conclusions would not be authoritative, the master called in his friend, a conductor of great stature and prestige. As we all know, the first-class conductor's ear is the most sensitive "instrument" for distinguishing tone and quality.

The conductor failed to distinguish.

When the two masters came to an authoritative conclusion, the luthier's son was greatly relieved.

He took the two pianos to the pianos shop and solemnly confessed: "If anyone repeatedly compares and chooses between the two pianos and arrogantly evaluates the merits of the two pianos, no matter which one he finally chooses, no matter how high the price is, he will not be sold to him. If someone says they are equally good, he can give them both. If there are two of you, then one of you."

For a long time the piano was neither sold nor given away.

Finally, one day, two fathers arrived with two young boys. Two young boys are future violinists. Their father was a good friend, and they had come to choose the instrument with their sons. The two boys played well enough to have a famous piano. Their eyes fell on the two plain cases, in which were two violins of equal quality.

So the shopkeeper took out two pianos and let them try them on.

After each played a tune, they agreed to tell their father that it was just the piano they wanted to have.

The shopkeeper asked, "There is always a difference between the best and the best. Don't you need to exchange and play again? What if you go out and regret that your partner's piano is better than yours?"

Their father was worried, too.

But the boys shook their heads, and both said that to their ears they sounded equally good. In order to convince the adults that they had no regrets, they did not hesitate to exchange the piano.

"No need to try?" 'asked the shopkeeper.

"No." The two boys spoke together.

So they were lucky enough to accept the gift...

In the end, they all became "families". With their superb skill and excellent piano, their reputation rose.

No matter where they went, no matter what the occasion, they always played together.

The world enjoyed their music, praised their music, and used beautiful words to describe their music.

But the psychology of the world is strange and fickle. The heart welcomes division more than it prays for harmony.

Soon, they began to disagree about who was better or worse. Same level, no difference in piano? Is there no difference between good and bad, no difference between good and better? Even if there is no difference between the two instruments, is there no difference in the manner in which they play?

Clearly there is! One of them was fatter, the other thinner; One was handsome, the other seemed a little shy on stage; An artist is more like an artist, but isn't the fat one more like a baker? ...

Once the heart found inadequacies, in fact, and the initial appreciation of beauty is as happy.

Those were lonely times for the media. No coup d 'etat, no election scandal, no plague, no natural disaster, no plane wreck, no ship wreck, no train crash, not even a celebrity affair... Lonely, lonely.

People are lonely, the media is lonely.

So the media clamped down on the controversy, adding fuel to the fire like a hungry dog with a bone in its mouth.

They were inevitably at a loss for a while. On the stage again, the less graceful one, conscious courtesy of the graceful one in front; The one who has good manners often takes the arm of the one who has bad manners...

Thus, the world and the media, from the personable one see "show", from the personable one see "ashamed of the timid".

One part of the world, then, began to sympathize with the baker, while another part of the world argued that they should simply separate!

The media got excited, and male and female reporters often showed up in both sections, asking: Why? Why? In time, businessmen took advantage of the psychology of both groups and the excitement of the media, with money backing "spotlight" discussions in print, radio and television programs.

When they took the stage again, the concert Hall erupted with the same roar of fans on the field: "We don't want to see a man's face like a baker! He plays the fiddle worse than the meow of a cat!"

"Hold your tongue! Your handsome man is even worse! Don't think the way he shakes his hair is attractive, but it's annoying!"

As a result, the focus of the media produced by the two armies against each other, the smoke of war, the increase of advertising, newspapers and businesses are in their proper place......

They can't play together anymore.

They had to be separated.

In spite of the grief they felt, they were wise and forced to part.

Different merchants sponsored their own Tours. They are performers, the stage is the main content of their life, since the ensemble can no longer play, so only solo. Even though they're all so attached to the ensemble. Because they feel regretfully that they are two violinists different from other violinists, and the ensemble can give full play to their talents.

More attached to the ensemble than they are the two violins! They can only meet each other when they play together. When the fingers of a man's fingers lay gently on the instrument, when the bow and the side of the instrument came together, they recalled the days when they were two trees, the happy times when they loved each other, the countless mornings when they said hello to each other, the sweet words of love in the falling light... Even a melancholy piece, then, can hear in it a pious gratitude for their fate -- and this is the ensemble, and this is what makes the ensemble most attractive.

There were only two fiddlers in the world who loved each other deeply.

Yes, how grateful they were that fate had changed them from two trees into two harp. From the tree, from the harp, their love for each other can be expressed through music. When they are playing together, they are also playing together. Their appreciation, admiration and love for each other is expressed in every tune, every syllable, every note. At that time they did not mourn their temporary separation. When they were put into the piano case, they all said "treasure" to each other happily. Because perhaps tomorrow, they will be able to tell each other about their love in music...

But since they were separated, they have not seen each other, nor heard each other's beautiful voices. They were tortured by the thought of each other, and their music began to inject a thread of sadness. As the letters of the lovesick have tears.

However, the two solo and ensemble players gradually became jealous of each other. This is more regrettable than their parting. But it is almost inevitable. They were unwittingly involved in someone else's "conspiracy", which was not hatched in the back room. It is just a tacit understanding that arises spontaneously when people are lonely and bored -- its main ingredient is nothing but jealousy.

Yes, it was their once perfect match that made others jealous. Others will not only divide them, but also see how they become enemies.

The reason why the world sometimes seems too lonely, in addition to because there is no disaster, but also because there is no enemy counterpart.

If not, people who are particularly bored and lonely will "make" a few pairs in one way or another. Then they will have fun to watch.

Their hearts came alive and the world seemed to come alive...

It turns out that if one of them plays in a city, many people in that city, including all the media, not only welcome his arrival with enthusiasm and coverage; And to disparage another viciously, to prove that he who is popular is popular; And to prove that only their appreciation of music is first-rate...

Needless to say, the same thing happened almost simultaneously in another city.

And then it came to pass that when any of them came to a certain town they were no longer welcomed but rejected, but mocked and mocked. Because by the laws of arithmetic, their second tour was bound to be just that.

Music appreciation has become a play, or a musical. The plot is very serious and particularly lively.

Finally, one of them had a psychological breakdown. He smashed his beloved violin and jumped off the balcony to his death.

At that moment, the other one was playing on a stage in another city. The strings of his violin broke with the bow. When they all stopped, the violin gave a final trill that sounded like a wail...

The tragedy brought calm to the heart.

Sympathy for the dead surpasses all other manifestations of the human heart.

Where there is sympathy there is hatred, and where there is tragedy there is responsibility. The other has not had time to realize what from the shock, has been ignorant become the culprit. He is hated not only by the other supporters, but by his own supporters and supporters.

The latter tried to clear their conscience from him.

He's crazy.

He wondered when, exactly, the thread of tragedy had been woven between him and his ensemble.

He continued to think in the asylum, often muttering pitifully: "Why? Why..."

Reporters have asked the same question in interviews.

His instrument had been replaced and was in the store again. However, no one asked. Because it is considered a bad thing. In fact, it did become a bad thing. As soon as the bow is on the string and cannot be pulled, it makes a sound like a cry.

Yes, it was a violin crying -- crying for its unhappy lover...

It was sent from the piano shop to the consignment shop.

One day, a man came into the consignment shop. He explained that he wanted to buy the piano.

He is the son of the old luthier who died.

He was led by the storekeeper to the old junk barn.

"Well, there it is..."

He found the piano in the corner. He had gone two paces when out of the chamber came a huge mouse. The mice had made their home in the chamber, and a litter of little mice had just been born...

The instrument was chewed up beyond recognition.

When he left the consignment shop and walked on the road, he heard a line of school pupils singing: The world is only good mother, no mother's children like...

He remembered his father's long-cherished wish. Then think, if the world really "only" mother good...

In the autumn afternoon peaceful and warm sunshine, the man can not help but burst into tears......