愛 樂 偶 談：（序）

作者：何強

“死亡就是意味著再也聽不到莫紮特音樂啦！”

——愛因斯坦

聹聽莫紮特《A大調單簧管協奏曲》（K.622）,靈魂在共振。有限的經歷，閱歷，知識，對人生的理解。。。。。。

如今能讓人感動的東西實在太少了。文學，詩歌，愛情。。。已是淒淒荒草，唯有音樂在時時喚起心靈的回音。

從我落地就與音樂結緣。。。

至今難忘小學時代，童年浸在歌聲裏。曾驕傲地成為我們這個城市少年合唱團的壹員。站在第壹排的每壹次排練，都激昂地盡情歡歌。壹次援越抗美演出，因沒有白襯衫，只好穿著爸爸的白工作服，躲到最後邊。當“美國強盜王，名叫約翰遜，他地嘴巴蜜蜜甜，藏的是狼心。。。”歌聲響起，第壹次體會到貧窮的滋味。

上初中時，我們班有三位同學在學小提琴，這撩起我極大的興趣。同學王旭東有兩把琴，經常邀我去他家練琴，真的每壹次都如癡如醉。可好景不長，王的媽媽不樂意了，壹天對我大發脾氣：想學琴為什麽不自己買去！壹生氣把我趕出去。真的是壹步壹回頭，心在滴血。“想學琴為什麽不自己買去！”我問自己。

高壹的壹個夏天，上完晚自習，走到音樂教室門口，裏面飄出串串清脆的鋼琴旋律，真的很好聽！輕輕推開門，我的同學林晚玉正在十指翻飛，旋律砸向心頭。呆呆地立在門口：為什麽她會彈鋼琴？為什麽她家會有鋼琴。。。從此心底埋下壹個種子，我也要有鋼琴。如今，壹個鋼琴夢終園，有了自已的鋼琴，並將女兒托上專業的鋼琴之路。好開心！

於是，寒暑假我去拼命打工，開始有了自己的笛子，簫，口琴。。。還有了壹個小小的半導體。能與音樂為伴，真的好開心。

高中畢業，學校告別演出。我作詞，同學作曲，演奏共同高唱壹曲原創的“當我把毛主席著作翻開，壹股那春風迎面撲來，心胸吹得無限開闊，雙眼能望到五洲四海，那書上每個字都閃耀著奪目的異彩。。。”。今天聽來幼稚可笑，但那是我們當時值得記憶的愉快！

下放兵團的歡歌；大學校園的音樂相伴；大洋彼岸與友人的高唱；從警十年的。。。

記得壹九八九年春，70歲的父親迎來他別了40多年的大哥（我的伯父），相擁老淚縱橫。那天兄弟痛飲，合家歡慶。忽然老兄弟打開歌喉，爸爸抖出壹段段字正腔圓的京劇唱腔，正宗的須生。兒子我聽的目瞪口呆，幾十年壓在心底的夢壹旦噴湧，父親原來是這般靈性，第壹次感悟老爸的藝術人生。

而今我和愛人最得意的事，就是每個寒暑假下班後聽女兒用鋼琴傾訴她的音樂人生。

平時，工作之余回家靜靜地聽著莫紮特，貝多芬，肖邦。。。然後打開書或展箋寫下幾行。真的在音樂聲中語言是如此的蒼白，故而遲遲不敢動筆去寫那本已構思了四十年的長篇小說《長江之戀》，總覺得語言是累贅。於是縮而只寫寫散文隨筆，詩歌，甚或微型詩。。。還是覺得心的天地語言無法表白。

今年春節，偶爾買來壹部電視劇《血色浪漫》，陪家人消遣。劇情本身並沒引起我多大的振奮，然其中壹段鐘躍民，秦嶺在黃土高坡上的壹段段信天遊讓我壹再地看，反復地聽。那淒絕地悲，撕裂我的心。熱血青年，不毛的黃土，撕心裂肺的信天遊。。。老淚夜夜未幹。。。

筆滯，音樂“始於詞盡之處” ，所思所感錐心刺肺。然無法用音符體現，那種遺憾和惆悵，只好回頭用筆來點壹點。

音樂已滲入了血液中，靈魂常常被音符振憾，洗滌。這種振撼不是想有就有的，不信去問問那些賭鬼，醉漢。。。我為自己的靈魂富有而自豪；為靈魂的共振而吶喊。“愛樂偶談”是我情不自禁地壹片天。也許我的筆是愚蠢的，可能常常詞不達意或根本風馬牛不相及。但這又有什麽呢？只要心是快樂的，聽聽音樂，寫寫自己。讓人們去說我神經吧。

愛，癡情的愛！這是“愛樂偶談”的靈魂。

Love music I talkabout:

 (sequence)

"Death is the means that nolonger hear Mozart music!"

——Einstein

Ning listen to Mozart's "A major

clarinet concerto (k. 622), the soul in resonance. Limited experience,

experience, knowledge and understanding of the life......

Now can let a person touched things are so

rare. Literature, poetry, love... Already is QiQi of weeds, only music evoke

the echo of the mind in all.

From I landed on music and connection...

So far unforgettable primary school age,

childhood dip in song. Once proud to become the city young a member of the

choir. Standing on the first line of each rehearsal, have made an impassioned

and song. A signing the performance of beauty, because no white shirt, had to

wear white uniform dad, hide to finally edge. When "the robber, Johnson,

he called the king to the mouth sweet honey honey, hidden is Wolf

heart..." Voice ring out, for the first time to experience the poor taste.

Top junior high school, we the class has

three students learning violin, this I pulled up of great interest. Students

has two wang xudong harp, often invited me to his house to practice, really

every time out. Can be short-lived, the king's mother not pleasure, a day to

have a bad temper today: want to learn why don't you buy to harp. An angry I

cast out. Really is a step back, the heart in the drop of blood. "Want to

learn why don't you buy with go to!" I asked myself.

The higher a summer, after the wanzi xi, go

to music the door of the classroom, inside the savoir clusters of sound of the

piano melody, really very good to listen! Pushed open the door gently and my

classmates are flying fingers late Lin jade, melody at the heart. Whose made in

the doorway: why she can play the piano? Why she will have a piano... Since

then buried a heart seed, I also want to have a piano. Now, a piano dream end

garden, had his own piano, and her daughter on the piano's professional road.

So happy!

So, summer and winter vacation I went to

work hard, and began to have oneself of the flute, pipes, and harmonica... Have

a little semiconductor. Can music and the partner, really very happy.

Graduate from high school, school farewell

performance. I'm writing lyrics, the classmate composition, playing a song to

sing together of the original "when I put the chairman MAO works, a share

that turn over the spring breeze blew on the breadth of mind, blow open eyes

can hope, infinite to all the five continents, each word book shines with

brilliant of extraordinary splendour..." . This sounds childish, but that

was when we were worth the memory of the happy!

Down the corps song; University campus

accompanied by music; And a friend of ocean the other shore to sing; CongJing

ten years...

Remember the 1989 spring, 70-year-old

father, he don't have the 40 years eldest brother (my uncle), hug to each other

without minding. Brother that day, take a family celebrating. Suddenly old

brother open voice, dad reveal bits and pieces of clear pronunciation and

Peking Opera singing, authentic XuSheng. Son I listen speechless, decades

pressure in the bottom of the heart dreams once spewing, father turned out to

be so spiritual, the first time feeling the old daddy's art life.

Now I and love the most proud of matter, is

that every winter and summer after work with piano listened to her daughter to

her music life.

At ordinary times, of the job home listening

to Mozart, Beethoven and Chopin... Then open the book or write down a few lines

thinks exhibition. Really in the music language is so poor, so delayed writing

to write that dare not the already conceived of 40 years of the novel of the

Yangtze river in love, total feel language is redundant. So were only write

about prose, poetry, or even miniature poetry... Still think of heart and words

can't express.

This year Spring Festival, occasionally

bought a TV show "color romance", with family pastime. The plot

itself isn't cause I much exciting, but one of the sections ZhongYueMin, in the

upper part of eqm loess bits and pieces XinTianYou let me look over and over,

again and again to listen. The chill jedi sadness, tear my heart. Teenagers,

barren loess, tore heart crack lung of XinTianYou... LaoLei night did not

work...

Pen sluggish, music "began in word

completely place", the heart thinks and feels is cone stab lung. But can

not use notes to reflect, that kind of regret and melancholy, had to turn to a

pen point.

Music has penetrated into the blood, the

soul is often notes vibration regrets, wash. The vibration is not to want to

have and then some shake, and believed not to ask those gamblers and the

drunk... For my own soul rich and proud; For the soul of resonance and

Shouting. "Philharmonic I talk about" is I can't help myself one day.

Maybe my pen is stupid, may often thought or it's irrelevant. But what's this?

As long as the heart is happy, listen to music, write about yourself. Let

people to say I'm nervous now.

Love, great love! This is

"philharmonic I talked about" the soul.