茅屋外風(fēng)急雨斜；茅屋內(nèi)長吁短嘆。

Outside the hut, the wind was strong and the rain was slanting; inside the hut, there was a long sigh.

失意而兼失眠，無奈而又無取。這是貝多芬鏗鏘話語，頓使我眼前一亮，剎那間背脊似乎挺直許多，硬朗許多。

Frustrated and insomnia, but no choice. This is Beethoven's sonorous words, which brightened my eyes. In a moment, my back seemed to be much straighter and stronger.

貝多芬就是藝術(shù)世界的牛頓，音樂王國的達芬奇。它是唯一，自鴻蒙初辟，混沌初開以來的唯一，不可復(fù)制的唯一，無從取代的也無法摧毀的唯一。而他的音樂是詩，壯美的史詩，瑰麗又輝煌，以磅礴的氣勢在黑夜的帷幕上撞擊，迸射出靈感的火花，譜寫出不朽的絕唱。人的不屈服命運的安排，以自由之神的英雄氣概與之拼搏，所有的這些都在貝多芬的《英雄》中得以最完整的體現(xiàn)。他的音樂充滿人類生存的哲思，恰似一篇宣言，鼓舞世人去扼住命運的咽喉。

Beethoven is Newton in the art world and Da Vinci in the music kingdom. It's the only one, the only one since the beginning of chaos, the only one that can't be copied, replaced or destroyed. And his music is poetry, magnificent epic, magnificent and brilliant, with the majestic momentum in the curtain of the night impact, burst out the spark of inspiration, compose the immortal masterpiece. People do not give in to the fate of the arrangement, with the heroic spirit of the God of freedom to fight with it, all these are in Beethoven's "hero" to be the most complete embodiment. His music is full of philosophy of human existence, just like a manifesto, inspiring the world to hold the throat of fate.

痛苦與喜悅，忍耐與掙扎，愛與恨，生與死，一切的一切都如潮水一般迅速占據(jù)了你所有的思想。在那一個“千山風(fēng)雨嘯青峰”的歐洲大陸，惟其如是，才有了音符的狂飆從他的五線譜上挾勢飛騰；惟其如是，他才得以借用拿破侖的十指向世界，向冥冥中的命運，奏響他的《英雄》。

Pain and joy, patience and struggle, love and hate, life and death, all of which quickly occupy all your thoughts like the tide. In that continent of Europe where "wind and rain roar and green peak", only if it is like this, can the notes soar from his staff; only if it is like this, can he borrow Napoleon's ten points to the world, to the destiny in the dark, and play his "hero".

《春江花月夜》

Flowers and moons in spring

時而長江大河，水天一色，時而又是歸來小船，漁歌互答，怡然自得，直至夜闌人靜，留下一片簫聲消逝在夜的靜謐中。切切弦音如私語一般，清新流暢，猶如漫步在風(fēng)姿綽約的蘇州園林中，或是乘一葉扁舟于夕陽染紅的江面上，它本身就是幅典雅的古畫，一幅只有綠色渲染，不用墨線勾勒的中國山水畫，翠色欲滴，沒有絲毫的矯揉造作。它極為優(yōu)美典雅，把中國幾千年的文化底蘊的那種豐富、那種深厚表現(xiàn)得淋漓盡致，典雅，脫俗，自然，悠然，婉轉(zhuǎn)，就像一位猶抱琵琶半遮面的、風(fēng)韻正佳的江南女子從畫中走來，走來……

From time to time, the Yangtze River and the sky are the same, from time to time, it's a boat coming back. The fishing songs answer each other's pleasantness, until the night is quiet, leaving a piece of Xiao sound disappearing in the quiet of the night. It's like walking in a charming Suzhou garden or riding a boat on the river with red sunset. It's an elegant ancient painting in itself. A Chinese landscape painting with only green rendering and no ink line outline is green without any affectation. It is extremely beautiful and elegant. It shows the richness and profundity of thousands of years of Chinese culture. It is elegant, free from vulgarity, natural, leisurely and graceful, just like a beautiful Jiangnan woman who still holds a lute and half covers her face and has a good charm coming from the painting

猶如一則小令，翩翩地，從一則古老的傳說中走來。

It's like a small Ling, coming from an old legend.

從姜白石的詞里，平平仄仄地，走來。

From Jiang Baishi's words, we come here in a flat and narrow way.

《秋日的私語》

Whispers in autumn

夜真靜。月色蒼白得猶如你憂郁的臉。

The night is quiet. The moon is as pale as your melancholy face.

你站在那兒做什么？沉思，追憶還是悔恨？

What are you doing standing there? Ponder, recall or regret?

黑暗中，只有你的淚光閃爍。

In the dark, only your tears flash.

愛誰？恨誰？痛苦與悲傷，絕望與悔恨，有太多太多的遺憾，逝者如斯夫，即使伸出手去遮攔又怎樣，它從你的手縫中輕輕悄悄地逝去，于是新的悔恨又和著藍色的心在秋月下吟誦風(fēng)歌。

Who loves? Who do you hate? Pain and sorrow, despair and regret, there are too many regrets. It's as time goes by. Even if you hold out your hand to block it, it's gone quietly and gently from your hands. So the new regrets and the blue heart chant the wind song under the autumn moon.

夜色寂寥，只有梧桐葉在低語，“沙拉拉”地飄落，訴說著這個寒冷清秋。

The night was lonely, only the Wutong leaves were whispering, "Shalala" fell down, telling the cold and autumn.

你就像一只鳥──

You're like a bird

一只孤獨無助的小鳥，

A lonely and helpless bird,

一只抑郁苦悶的小鳥，

A depressed bird,

一只不能歌唱的小鳥。

A bird that can't sing.

其實，憂郁的淚水比秋雨還要清冷。

In fact, blue tears are colder than autumn rain.

這就是《秋日的私語》。

This is the autumn whisper.