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Three hundred and eighty-four The splendor of art blooms in the painful mud.~)(3/3)

but......

After repeated pain, I picked out this bright and refreshing string sound, and it seemed that I didn't feel that painful.

"It seems...it doesn't hurt anymore..."

Li Wenyin nodded and asked softly to the little girl.

"Do you like music, violin?"

"like!"

The little girl nodded.

“Brother likes music too!”

Li Wenyin smiled and asked the little girl.

"Do you know why my brother is taking the music path?"

The little girl opened her big watery eyes ignorantly and shook her head in confusion.

“Because music can bring happiness to people.”

Li Wenyin smiled softly, with a hint of softness on her face.

"Music is also an art. The purpose of art is to bring people spiritual enjoyment and happiness and joy to people's lives!"

At some point, the slightly chaotic sound of the piano stopped, and the students who were practicing plucking stopped their hands and listened quietly.

"However, the inheritance of any art and the birth of any art are often accompanied by suffering and pain!"

As soon as this sentence came out, the audience was quiet.

Everyone seems to have thought of some familiar examples.

Beethoven, who was tortured, and Mozart died young.

Van Gogh lost his ears and Picasso, whose family relationship was so terrible.

Like those castrated singers born in the cruel and inhumane sixteenth century.

Not to mention dancers, this is true for generations.

A life full of pain has given birth to beautiful colors.

Only where there are people can there be art.

But there will be pain in places where there are people.

Only with pain can one yearn for beauty and art will be born!!

Without the darkness, light would not appear so great.

Without the contour of pain and sorrow, why should people desire light and beauty?

Art carries people's pursuit of truth, goodness and beauty!

Pearls are the crystallization of suffering of clams.

Art is the embodiment of the artist's pain.

Ununderstood behaviors and thoughts have caused terrible loneliness that ordinary people will never understand.

When I was happy, I went to Hapi, who was in the mood to create?

I posted on WeChat Moments in the middle of the night and said some pretentious words in the fog. Aren’t they all the classmates who have been with Lan Shou Mushroom recently?

But at most it's a question of how many artistic bacteria are...

While people were thinking, Li Wenyin spoke again.

"But the ultimate goal of art is not to let people know how painful we are, but to make people feel happy. I personally think that this is the true meaning of art!"

Li Wenyin's clear voice made everyone silent.

"We are practitioners of art and builders of human spiritual society. While we love this profession and step into this profession, we should also have some enlightenment."

A gentle pause.

Everyone looked up at Li Wenyin in a little confused.

"Turn our pain into a yearning for beauty, condense the works of light to bring happiness to people! This is the enlightenment that we should have as an artist and an art practitioner!"

Shaking his head gently, Li Wenyin said with a smile.

"Perhaps, we are unconsciously walking on the road full of thorns!"

The little girl nodded in a vague way.

But in those bright eyes, the twinkling colors are called hope.

At this moment, a small but strong seed was buried deep in the little girl's heart.
Chapter completed!
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