Those jumping fingers and souls

A friend once told me that she particularly admires people who play drums, regardless of whether they are men or women. She said that it was the kind of freedom that attracted her. I think it should be those dancing fingers and focused expressions that have a special attraction to me, so I like pianists. I have seen two films about the pianist so far, one "The legend of 1900" and the other "The pianist". I have always liked the piano, but I have learned the saxophone. My parents said that the piano is not easy to move, and I can’t improvise anywhere. Now I find that what a pianist needs is just one pair of hands, that's enough!

There are really too many movies about war, but its cruelty is still chilling over and over again. It is impossible to imagine that the pair of hands playing for the whole of Poland would clumsily use a shovel and a hook to pry open a can of unknown age. When he faced the officer, I could see his despair. The only time he laughed when watching this movie was when he was walking around with the can, and even his life was between the thoughts of others. What made him drag the can with his feet? For the hope of life, or just instinct... the

most brilliant place was when he arrived at the apartment with a piano, he should be quiet, but opened the dusty piano, wiped the flannel on the keys, bowed his head, and then the piano sounded. I thought it was art that defeated the thirst for life. Perhaps such a director would make the film more dramatic. However, it is not a real choice. However, when the camera was pulled down, I saw a pair of hands flying in the air, the still gorgeous piano sound, only flowing in the pianist's mind.

The reason friends around me don't like the piano is that it is too gorgeous. In fact, it can also be tragic, but it must be done in an elegant way. In the ruins of the city, facing a German who could end his life and play at any time, it was impossible not to be nervous, so the beginning of the piece was slow and a little trembling. However, the climax was very turbulent and calm again, and the ending notes were strong. Just like war, the initial anxiety, cautiousness, and subsequent fearlessness, finally left the strong tone of the times in people's hearts, or, in other words, symbols and imprints.

At the end of the film, he walked out wearing a coat left by the Germans, thinking that he saw his relatives when he saw the Soviet army, but they shot him because of this coat. In fact, when he went out, I was thinking to myself that it would be miserable if he didn't take off his coat. I don’t know what the director thinks... The Soviet army holding a gun asked him how the damn coat was on him. To my surprise, he didn’t say it was given to him by the German, but said "I 'm cold." Suddenly realized that the pianist is also a normal human being, and he knows his own coldness and warmth!

I heard a few words of German in the movie, and I just learned it this holiday, which is another gain!

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