I have always believed that art should come from or be related to life, which is also my criterion for judging beauty.
Whether it is the literary beauty produced by words or the beauty produced by sound, at least the public must have empathy, and the root of empathy lies in common cognition, and being able to have common cognition is those things and things that happen in life.
For example, Jin Sha's "The Myth of the Stars and Moon". There are many people who like to listen to it, and I am one of them, and I also cycled this single back then. At that time, I liked a girl, and my mind was full of her sweet smile, which was the purest kind of love, and it may not be considered love, it is more appropriate to call it love.
At that time, my joys and sorrows seemed to be out of my control, there was only that beautiful girl in my heart, she laughed and I was happy, she was sad and I was sad, I seemed to have become a mirror of her mood, except that she could cause my mood fluctuations, I didn't care about anything else.
She resembles Jinsha a little, she looks bright and beautiful, and she says she likes to hear me praise her for being beautiful. I often complimented her on her beauty, and she would say that she missed me, and we talked about our thoughts to each other, and I enjoyed the feeling that she was the only one in my heart.
After a first snowfall, I looked at the white snow and wrote a few words complimenting her on her beauty, and she told me that she was going to another city. The beautiful girl went to a distant place, and my heart seemed to have lost its ground, hanging in the air and not knowing where it was going. Thoughts rise with the moonlight, and neither do I sleep in the moonlight, and I have never uttered words about loving her from beginning to end.
A girl from afar recommended a song to me, "The Myth of the Star and Moon" by Jin Sha. At that moment, my heart rose and fell with the ups and downs of the melody, and the lovesickness flowed, as if crying, listening to it, my tears also floated to the corners of my eyes.
It's really a good time, this song is like that beautiful girl singing to me, as if the words are telling our story, and the end of the words is also our end. Maybe it's not a pretty word, but it hits my heart, maybe that's what the bright and beautiful girl really wanted to say to me, and then I deliberately lost contact until I never contacted again. It was only after many years that it dawned on me that I had grown an elm head that did not open my mind.
Except for the lyrics, the melody is left, and I feel that this melody is clearly the sound of a girl crying, and the crying process is composed. The sound of crying is common, so the range of crying is familiar to us, and it is easy to accept and empathize.
Listening to this song again under today's coincidence, I can't help but have some other feelings, that is, the work of art must be close to life and have something to say. Think more about the things in everyday life and sublimate them into art, so that people can find empathy in them.