每个人在成人之先似乎真有命运之神在冥冥中精心安排。贝多芬是人类灵界的绝响，他的一生多悲多愤，苦难成为他脚下的影子、头上的金箍，生了根似的扯不去揪不断，它将他造成音乐界的最高山峰，在上面覆盖千丈冰雪，由着他胸膛里的烈火烧煮融化，让它们奔流飞泻，剧烈地冲撞、? Everyone in the adult seems to have the god of destiny somewhere carefully arranged. Beethoven is the perfect response to the human spirit world. His life is sad and angry. His misery becomes the shadow of his foot. The golden hoop on his head is rooted in the roots. It creates the highest peak in the music world , Covering the snow and ice in the above, by the fire in his chest cook to melt, let them flew Plume, violently violent collision?