||||
写完这个故事的时候,一段古典音乐正好从收音机里飘过来。那一刻,我的心忽然想,这段故事,还真像是一首交响曲:两个主旋律,时而并行,时而缠绕,人类文明史上那些最闪亮的思想犹如跳动的音符,飘荡其中。如果我能用音乐来写这段故事的话,我会把杰弗逊写成是那沉思的,略带感伤的慢板,也许,应当让小提琴来演奏他吧;而富兰克林,我会让他是那大提琴,带着宽厚,温暖,智慧的音色。斯密和休谟则会是长笛或者长号,高昂的声音回荡于山谷,似刚刚穿过苏格兰高地那清冽的空气。
而如果我幸运的话,我希望我这个故事结束的样子,会像是那徐徐拉上的幕布,让人们深思。让人们能听到那持久而悠远的回声,从高高的精神世界,传到我们这个凡世。
One day I was thinking of the story while listening to some classical music on the radio, there was a thought coming to my heart at that moment: I can’t help feeling that the whole story is like some symphonic music, with two major themes, sometimes in parallel, sometimes intertwined, and blended with the most brilliant figures in the history of civilization. If I could compose, I would make Jefferson a thoughtful, melancholy adagio, maybe played by violin. Ben would have a broader spectrum and warmer sound, something like a cello. Smith and Hume could be flute or clarinet, like cold cleansing air from the Scottish highland.
And hopefully,the way I ended the story can be like a thought-provoking curtain draw, with long-lasting echoes resounding in the spiritual realm high above this mundane world。
白大伟,2008年十二月
Archiver|手机版|科学网 ( 京ICP备07017567号-12 )
GMT+8, 2024-4-28 20:56
Powered by ScienceNet.cn
Copyright © 2007- 中国科学报社