No trace of past lives. In the19th century, this is a forgotten corner. It turned into ashes, or rather, into a graveyard. Fire, looting and improper management completely destroyed this palace-style luxury mansion and countless ancillary buildings. Not only do few people remember that a tall French teacher once lived here, but even the owner of this mansion has forgotten it. Splendid buildings and aristocratic pampered living places have disappeared without a trace, leaving only a humble hut and a small house. This is the house of the former French teacher, his wife and a distant relative of the master. Since this small house has survived, it must have been illuminated by some kind of glory, or sheltered by some kind of god, so that it can go through vicissitudes and not suffer the same fate as other buildings. It has also spent its own difficult years. For a long time, no one can remember who was born here. However, it has been preserved and unexpectedly become one of the most precious monuments that the Polish people can appreciate. It has not only become a sacred place for Poles to worship, a temple for spiritual feasts and historical sites to visit, but also a large number of foreign musicians, pianists and composers have made it their long-cherished wish to visit the cradle of this great artist and the inexhaustible source of Chopin's great music.
This cold hut, far from the main road, stands alone in the field and is hidden in the deep forest of the garden. Chopin, one of the greatest musical geniuses in the world, was born in this humble side room of this noble mansion. His works not only add luster to European music, but also make the whole European culture shine. His creation is so profound and self-sufficient. Therefore, it can be said without shame that his art is an unquestionable part of world culture.
There is no doubt that artists' creations are closely related to their respective backgrounds and the surrounding scenery. The relationship between an artist and his landscape is much closer than most people think. Childhood and youth often leave a deep impression on a person's life. A melody that touched his heartstrings in the earliest childhood often appears repeatedly in the works of mature artists, and here, it will also show the origin relationship between the country of childhood and the mature period of creation semi-consciously and sometimes completely unconsciously.
To better understand the connection between Chopin's music and Poland's scenery, it can be said that there is no place comparable to this simple village Mazovshe-Genazzovavola. At first glance, this statement seems absurd. What do this barren land, this flat path and the roof covered with wheat straw have in common with the infinite wealth and full enjoyment that Chopin's music has given us? However, as long as further observation, it is not difficult to find that things are not that simple.
Admittedly, it doesn't have that kind of flamboyant beauty. But it contains many subtle color changes. Only those who have lived in this area for a long time can have an indissoluble bond with the scenery here, and can see the subtle differences in shape, sound and color and give them due evaluation.
Observe these colors carefully all year round. In spring, lilacs are in full bloom, like lilac clouds floating in the sky; In summer, trees are thriving, full of green; Autumn is golden and foggy everywhere; In winter, covered with heavy snow, the makeup is exquisite, fresh and elegant. On this white background, the trimmed willows are arranged in a row like sisters, waiting for the spring breeze to dance proudly next year. The beauty contained in the scenery of these four seasons is so simple and elegant, but it is so lasting and deep!
The scenery of this land is an ideal prelude to Chopin's music. If anyone really wants to explore the spirit of Chopin's music and understand how closely Chopin's music is related to Poland, he should appreciate Eugene Delacroix's so-called blue tone, which is the same tone of Polish scenery and the music of artists born in this great plain.
Chopin was born here. Although he only stayed in Genazzovavola for a few months after his birth, his parents later moved to Warsaw. However, Chopin has infinite attachment to the place where he was born, and often takes his beloved sister Ludwig to visit his hometown. When he was young, Chopin always liked to sit beside this small river and under this big tree beside the small bridge. When he comes here from Warsaw, he always takes this ordinary path full of weeping willows. The wicker was as gentle and lovely as it is today. Even a few weeks before he went to Paris, he made a special trip from the capital to say goodbye to his hometown. In his mind, this little Zhuangzi is the symbol of the whole country and countryside. Today, we have witnessed this scene, and the whole Mazovsky region will flash in our minds. Chopin also witnessed all this. He likes the hut, the small bridge and the running water. It was in that gentle autumn that he bid farewell to all this with infinite attachment and farewell, passing through Paris and wandering around the world. Unexpectedly, this farewell became an eternal tactic and an expedition to find the illusory golden fleece.
1848, when Chopin wrote a letter to a friend in Edinburgh, perhaps the scenery of his hometown came to his eyes. He wrote in the letter: "I miss my home, my mother and my sisters." May God bless them all the best! Where is my art? My heart is exhausted somewhere ... I can only vaguely remember the songs I sing in China now. " Therefore, it can be said that Chopin not only saw the scenery of his hometown, but also the songs he first heard here echoed in his ears.
We can find the songs of this plain in Chopin's "Mazzuca" and "Nocturne"-we can find a trace of local flavor in all his works, leaving the rural pictures here directly.
Exile, high cultural accomplishment, painful mood and Chopin's unusual view of his mission make this picture complicated, or shrouded like a fog. Gorgeous metropolis scenery, frequent travel and rich experience provide him with another kind of creative inspiration. However, since he was in that distant and cold Edinburgh, thinking of "my home, my mother and my sister" at the end of his life, we have reason to imagine that the hazy scenery of his hometown has returned to his heart. Now, we are also excited to look at these big trees, these bushes and this clear water. If we hear or personally play the last set of Mazzuca's songs by this great composer before his death, we will certainly hear the faint melody of the domestic songs of the past. Because of his bumpy life, and because of the high mountains, it is difficult to go to the country. This group of Mazzuca songs seems to have been filtered and purified by thousands of sad feelings of parting, far from the simplicity of the countryside, but they undoubtedly come from their hometown and are inextricably linked with this land.
When we see a big vase filled with flowers or green branches in the alcove where he was born, we will think that it is not a vase, but the source, which emits a sparkling clean stream-an inexhaustible clean stream of his music.
People from all over the world flock to this clear stream in order to have a drink and share this fragrant and intoxicating chalcedony. When people come around this hut in autumn or summer weekends and listen to the piano playing in the room quietly, nothing is more touching than it. The most outstanding pianists in the world regard playing a Chopin's work in this room as a great honor to show their respect for this holy place.
At that time, the front and back of the house were often crowded with listeners, young people and old people; There are new audiences, coming here for the first time to appreciate the infinitely beautiful world revealed by Chopin's genius; And regular listeners. For them, every time is a great spiritual enjoyment, and every time can cause sweet memories: reviewing the happy times in my life and reviewing every infinite and profound inner feeling aroused by this great music. Remember once upon a time, even Chopin's music became contraband! You can only play secretly in some small rooms and living rooms, and only a few people can enter those rooms. They go to listen to Chopin's music, not only to prove the greatness of their motherland's culture, but also to prove that a nation's spiritual life cannot be suffocated. So this beautiful music is sometimes a weapon of struggle. Schumann called it a cannon hidden among flowers, and it was not groundless.
Marquis Justine said to Chopin, "When I listen to your music, I always feel that I am having a heart-to-heart conversation with you. Even, I seem to be with someone better than you. At least, I have touched your best side. "
One of the greatest charms of Chopin House is that we can feel that we are having a heart-to-heart conversation with Chopin.
People sometimes get upset because of many things, busy work, unsatisfactory task completion, or because some plans fail; Sometimes I will encounter some hasty or disturbing phenomena in my regular work, so I have doubts in my heart. At that time, as long as I went to Chopin's house to attend the weekend concert, I could regain my confidence in Polish culture, believing that it had penetrated into the deepest layer of the nation.
When you arrive at Chopin's home, you will see it with your own eyes and be convinced that the inestimable power of great art is the most tenacious bond of the nation and the pillar and foundation of the national spirit. For Poles, Mitzi Kevic's poems and Chopin's music are such pillars.
We looked at this simple hut with surprise and tenderness, which is the essence of the Polish nation. It is like a ship, floating in the green ocean of the garden. Everything in the garden has been carefully cultivated, because the garden also wants to match Chopin's music.
In spring, the new leaves of chestnut trees are almost bright yellow. They hang on the roof, just like the delicate wings of newly hatched butterflies. Pink Japanese cherry blossoms are like a cloud floating over the manor at sunrise. This delicate timbre is like the softest tune, and it is like playing lightly on the black and white keys.
In summer, the water is covered with white and yellow water lilies, and the flat leaves spread out like rafts of dragonflies and beetles. The reflection of water lilies in the mirror is like a refrain in a song. Summer in Chopin's House often makes people think and recall Chopin's most mature works. Especially at dusk, the water smells fragrant, just like the arpeggios of a string of boat songs, and the slender silver-gray and lavender trunks are arranged neatly and methodically, just like the first few paragraphs of a narrative in F minor. Xu Lailiang breezes gently, the trees sway and the garden rustles. This rustling sound, this rich fragrance, makes our hearts wander, as if listening attentively to the melodious melody and beautiful harmony of this unique music.
Autumn has a unique flavor. This is the wedding season in the countryside. From time to time, the sound of violin comes here, floating under the golden canopy and on the silent lawn, reminding people that we are in the hometown of Mazzuca Qu. When we walk on the tree-lined path in the garden, when we step on the delicate bridge, the fallen leaves rustle under our feet. As the "witness" of the long past, the leaves are like the unforgettable trio at the end of the sad sonata. They attract so many thoughts, so many memories and so much music with the dry rustle. Then, we began to understand the deep depression of the man who died in Paris: after a long separation, he could only vaguely remember "the songs he sang in China".
However, the most beautiful here is winter. Please have a look! The fields are vast and the snow-covered houses sleep peacefully. The trees in the garden become crystal ornaments, and they will make a clear sound like a silver bell, just like the bell hanging around the horse's neck in the past. Now there are no horses, no sledges, no foxes and no beautiful women wrapped in foxes. No mother, no sisters-only endless silence. Everything is in the past.
Only he still lives here, pacing back and forth in the elegant room alone. Only the faint piano sound is resisting the snow and silence. Only music lasts forever.
If you stand in front of the hut in such a deep winter season and look at the roof bent by snow, bare branches and dark windows, you will feel like you are with Chopin.
You are having a heart-to-heart talk with Chopin.