我喜欢清晨,更喜欢有巴赫的清晨。我觉得巴赫像杜甫。一千一百年前中华大地上的文豪在严谨的律诗中进发出雄壮,而三百年前欧洲大陆上的大音乐家却能在规整的赋格中绽放出清新。他们在当时社会中遵照格式,却从不囿于格式。《十二平均律钢琴曲集:第一前奏曲》,这名字或许索然无味,但每个清晨拂开我惺忪睡眼,陪我一起迎接东升旭日和微风一起吹散薄雾的,都只有这曲。原本多情的钢琴在巴赫手下变得更加温柔,当纯净的空气涌进我小屋的窗子时,它便在我耳畔呢 I like early morning, I prefer Bach’s early morning. I think Bach is like Du Fu. A thousand years ago, literary figures on the Chinese land marched in a strict law, while the great musicians on continental Europe three hundred years ago were able to bloom in a neat manner. They conform to the format in society at that time, but they never belonged to the format. “The Twelve Equestrian Piano Collection: The First Prelude,” may be boring, but every morning I bleary my sleepy eyes, accompany me to meet the rising sun and the breeze blowing mist together, only this song . The original passionate piano became more gentle under Bach, and it came to my ears as pure air poured into the windows of my cabin