But, loathes and conflicts in any event, whenever recalled the past time, thinks about actually only then immature smile under that sunlight. Then inferior is grasping zither | Jean bow, is holding the huge musical instrument, is demonstrating these just the skill of learned. 可是,不论如何厌恶和抵触,每当回忆过去的时候,所想起的却只有那一张阳光下的稚嫩笑脸。那么蹩脚的握着琴弓,抱着过于庞大的乐器,展示着那些刚刚学会的技巧。 Such staring of hope. 那样期盼的凝望。 Turns toward itself...... 向着自己…… Ai Qing dangled a pupil, silent sigh. 艾晴垂下了眼眸,无声叹息。 „Even is so painful, but you actually that deeply love as before, not?” “即便如此痛苦,可你们却依旧那么热爱,不是么？” But in comparison, learned of giving up, perhaps from the beginning, hasn't had to step into the opportunity in such domain? 而相比之下,学会了放弃的自己,或许从一开始,就未曾有踏入那样的领域之中的机会吧？ „Relax, Miss Giselle.” She crossed had not read completely the paper page, as if thought aloud: „I to his loathful degree confident.” “放心吧,吉赛尔小姐。”她翻过了一张完全没看过的纸页,仿佛自言自语:“我对他讨人厌的程度有信心。” In that flash, the tiny front door, is unable to fetter that to come from frantic flowing rapidly of soul. 在那一瞬间,渺小的大门,在无从束缚那源自灵魂的狂热奔流。 The resounding and enormous and powerful melody, gushes out from the darkness. 高亢而浩荡的旋律,自黑暗中喷薄而出。 In this, sang loudly to the world! 于此,向世界高歌！ Even if the world pain kisses with me...... 即便世界痛吻与我…… Is alarmed strange meaning to vanish from the melody in does not see, Huai Shi has been separated from the fetter of collection of music scores, adds domain that the creator had not completed. 惊怖诡异的意味已经自旋律之中消失不见,槐诗已经脱离了曲谱的束缚,补入了创作者未曾完成的领域。 By self- soul, performance brand-new music movement. 以自我的灵魂,演奏出崭新的乐章。 It looks like when the dark desolated world, the huge sun raises slowly such, sprinkled the dazzling blazing glow. The cry of string, the performance is continuing. 就像是在黑暗荒芜的世界里,庞大的日轮缓缓升起时那样,洒下了耀眼炽热的辉光。琴弦的鸣动中,演奏在继续。 Even if, had been won all. 即便,已经被夺走了一切。 Eye, four limbs, bottom of one's heart, heart, and even soul! 眼睛、四肢、肺腑、心脏,乃至灵魂！ Huai Shi has not had a thing in the world. 槐诗已经一无所有。 May during staring of Francesco, as if be able to see, the perishing human bone of dead dances from the stage on. Even if were taken all, the performance has not stopped as before! 可在弗朗西斯科的凝视之中,仿佛能够看到,死者的亡骸自台上起舞。哪怕被取走了一切,演奏依旧未曾停止！ No, because was just taken all, this performance greeted the high tide truly! 不,正因为被取走了一切,这演奏才真正的迎来了高潮！ Takes away! 拿去吧！ All takes away, even loses all, I will pursue as before. 全部拿去,即便是失去所有,我依旧将追逐。 I will play! I will sing! 我将演奏！我将歌唱！ Even if loses soul! 哪怕失去灵魂！ But now, what preserves here is what? 可现在,存留在此处的是什么呢？ That plays all these what is? 那演奏这一切的又是什么？ What oneself listens respectfully is what? 自己所聆听到的是什么？ Francesco grabs own face, the dripping with blood, but actually cannot feel the pain, because he had been involved in that melody. 弗朗西斯科抓着自己的脸,鲜血淋漓,可是却感受不到痛楚,因为他已经被卷入了那旋律之中去了。 Immersed in this frantic and dignified mighty current. 沉浸在了这狂热又庄严的洪流中。 Forgot oneself are where. 忘记自己身在何处。 As if ran to be the same, discarded all, absorbed chase...... 仿佛奔跑一样,舍弃了一切,忘我的追逐…… Until self- soul in the Huai Shi brilliance, burns down the ashes. 直到自我的灵魂在槐诗的光焰中,焚烧成灰烬。 He saw finally, the path end is waiting for own thing! What kind of effort but regardless, what kind of chase, is actually not able to approach, is unable to span this desperate distance...... 他终于看到了,道路尽头所等待着自己的东西！可是不论自己如何的努力,如何的追逐,却始终无法靠近,始终无法跨越这绝望的距离…… But he has forgotten desperately, forgot hesitant. 但他已经忘记了绝望,也忘记了犹豫。 Dashing about wildly, dashing about wildly. 只是狂奔着,狂奔着。 Until lost all strengths, actually does not feel the fear. 直到失去了所有的力气,却不感觉害怕。 Well satisfied, from this pain also in the long dreamland, welcomed the end. 心满意足的,自这一场苦痛又漫长的梦境里,迎来了终结。 When the final residual sound dissipation in the darkness, the spotlight extinguishes slowly. 当最后的余音消散在黑暗中时,聚光灯缓缓熄灭。 In a deathly stillness, there is a storm common applause to resound. 一片死寂中,有风暴一般的掌声响起。 Incessantly Francesco that wakes up from the dream, from the spacious concert hall , the ghost that these elapse, the musicians who in Hell watch, in music movement these surviving holds to read...... 不止是从梦中醒来的弗朗西斯科,就自空旷的演奏厅之内,那些逝去的亡魂,地狱中观赏的乐师们,还有乐章中那些残存的执念…… At this moment, is unretentive, came from the performance of hope and chase toward this, offered own applause and admiration. 此刻,都毫无保留的,向着这源自渴望和追逐的演奏,献上了自己的掌声和敬佩。 Cheering. 欢呼。 „I said that he has this ability, ha, I have said.” “我就说他有这个才能,哈哈哈,我就说过。” The rear in auditorium, the delayed viewer is applauding, is overjoyed: „Although comes compared with me, but also falls far short, but will only boil fellow that the time makes up the number compared with these at least, is right?” 在观众席的最后面,迟来的观赏者鼓着掌,乐不可支:“虽然比起我来,还差得远,但起码比那些只会熬时间凑数的家伙强,对不对？” The sweat profusely head lowers the head in side. 大汗淋漓的负责人在旁边低着头。 Does not dare to approve, also does not dare to speak. 不敢赞同,也不敢说话。 Until the projection of that chair vanishes without the trace, relaxing of slowly, sat falls on nearby chair, offered the delayed appreciation for the performer. 直到那一张椅子的投影消失无踪,才缓缓的松了口气,坐倒在了旁边的椅子上,为演奏者献上了迟来的赞赏。 But on that empty chair, the outline of nihility appears again. 而就在那一张空空荡荡的椅子上,虚无的轮廓再度浮现。 Eye, both legs, both hands, heart, and even soul...... 眼睛,双腿,双手,心脏,乃至灵魂…… As the music movement restores again incompletely, Huai Shi all returned again, restored completely. 随着乐章再度恢复残缺,槐诗的一切再度归来,恢复了完整。 All that just experienced probably are only an illusion. 刚刚所经历的一切好像只是一场幻梦。 When recalls in that illusion all, then makes one cannot help but smile: „Really is, is carefree dripping the travel.” 只是,当回忆起那幻梦中的一切时,便让人不由自主的微笑:“真是一场,畅快淋漓里的旅行。” To come again one time. 想要再来一次。 Even if oneself exhausted is unable to get hold of zither | Jean bow. 哪怕自己已经疲惫的无法握紧琴弓。 But such wonderful experience, has made him deeply be crazy. 可那样美妙的体验,已经令他深深着迷。 It is a pity that the present music has no longer responded to him. Originally by the music movement that Huai Shi elementium complements, has vanished without the trace. 遗憾的是,眼前的乐谱已经不再回应他了。原本以槐诗的源质所补全的乐章,已经消失无踪。 Is music movement's held to read rejected his complement. 是乐章本身的执念拒绝了他的补全。 This made scratching the head that Huai Shi confused, was puzzling. 这令槐诗迷惑的挠头,百思不得其解。 Is does insufficient? 是自己做的不够么？ Where isn't right? 还是哪里不对？ Cannot think through completely! 完全想不通！ „Really, told Paganini is the same.” “果然,跟帕格尼尼说的一样。” Francesco strokes is returning in the music movement to own hand, is filled with emotion: „You have to make up its ability, Mr. Huai Shi, thank you.” 弗朗西斯科抚摸着归还到自己手中的乐章,感慨万千:“你具备补完它的能力,槐诗先生,谢谢你。” He for a long time, asked hesitant finally: „You thought that what this song...... is saying?” 他犹豫许久,最终还是问道:“你觉得这首曲子……是在说什么？” „Wú......” “唔……” The Huai Shi hesitation moment, the nod replied: „ I think, probably is blessing. „ 槐诗沉吟片刻,点头回答:“我想,大概是祝福吧。“ Francesco was shocked. 弗朗西斯科愣住了。 „Yes, blessing.” “是的,祝福。” Huai Shi definite saying: „ Probably curse same blessing and hope, but, such holds to read, was extremely rather exaggerating. Dreadfully is also natural. 槐诗确定的说道:“像是诅咒一样的祝福和期盼,只不过,那样的执念,未免太过夸张了一些。会让人害怕也是理所当然。 Just, in it has blessing, is absolutely not wrong! ” 只不过,它之中存在着祝福,是绝对没有错的！” He is staring at the draft manuscript in Francesco hand, silent feeling. 他凝视着弗朗西斯科手中的手稿,无声感慨。 As if can hear again, the spirit that reposes roared in the ear. 就仿佛能够再度听见,其中所寄托的魂灵在耳边咆哮。 Pursues! 去追逐啊！ Do not hesitate. 不要再犹豫。 Spans desperately, endures to suffer, will be growing, even if will lose all. 跨越绝望,忍受折磨,走向未来,哪怕失去一切。 Even if the end of path is empty. 即便道路的尽头空无一物。 Because of the road of so-called chase, is this, is doomed roughly, does not have the significance, perhaps leads, only then the cliff and destruction, do not have the significance. 因为所谓的追逐之路,就是这样,注定坎坷,毫无意义,或许通往的只有悬崖和毁灭,毫无意义。 May be at the chase body, the chase is the complete significance. 可在追逐身而言,追逐本身便已经是全部的意义。 Therefore, should not be afraid, do not pace back and forth. 所以,不要害怕,不要彷徨。 don't hesitates, late the future, steps the road ahead in a big hurry! 莫要犹豫啊,迟来者,快快踏上前路！ Because, you can also enjoy the so vast scenery finally on the 1st! 因为终有一日,你也能够领略这般浩瀚的风光！ The flash of suddenly awakening, Francesco, has had tears streaming down the face. 在恍然醒悟的这一瞬间,弗朗西斯科,已经泪流满面。 „Who is his author?” Huai Shi curious asking. “他的作者是谁？”槐诗好奇的问。 „Is my teacher.” “是我的老师。” Francesco closes the eye, reply that trembling sound: „In many disciples, he left me this designation only. I think he...... I had also suspected......” 弗朗西斯科闭上眼睛,颤声的回答:“众多弟子中,他唯独将这个指名留给了我。我原本以为他……我原本还怀疑过……” He to himself, perhaps, is disappointed. 他对自己,或许,早已经失望。 Such suspicion, appears innumerable during the night of being tossed, 这样的猜想,无数次浮现在辗转难眠的深夜之中、 But now, when the riddle makes known, he actually lamented. 可现在,当谜团揭晓时,他却更加的悔恨。 Why does not have sooner awakening this point. 为何没有早些醒悟这一点。 Why, in the teacher at point of death, oneself can't give the answer personally?! 为何,在老师弥留之际,自己没有能够亲口给出答复？！ „......” “……” After long silence, Huai Shi sighed: „Sorry, it seems like it was I handled the unnecessary matter.” 漫长的沉默之后,槐诗叹息:“抱歉,看来是我做了多余的事情。” Perhaps, this is the reason that the music movement refused itself to complement the paragraph. 或许,这才是乐章拒绝了自己补全段落的原因。 This music movement, having Francesco complements is meaningful. 这一部乐章,只有弗朗西斯科自己补全才有意义。 The music movement creator, hopes the own proudest student can complete own posthumous works. 乐章的创作者,希望自己最骄傲的学生能够完成自己的遗作。 He hopes that future Francesco, can exceed itself! 他希望未来的弗朗西斯科,能够超越自己！ Under this is chase leaves behind the inheritance. 这便是追逐者所遗留下的传承。 „Doesn't matter.” “没关系。” Francesco shook the head, dashed away the distressed tears, showed a faint smile: „Even if had known the answer, but pursues is still interesting, not?” 弗朗西斯科摇头,擦去了狼狈的眼泪,微微一笑:“即便已经知道了答案,但追逐依旧充满乐趣,不是么？” „Thank you, Huai Shi.” “谢谢你,槐诗。” He received the collection of music scores cautiously, „I will verify it personally.” 他小心翼翼的收起了曲谱,“我会亲自印证它的。” One day...... 总有一天…… He will arrive at the teacher has not gone to the road, saw they have not seen scenery. 他会走到老师未曾去过的路,去看到他们未曾见过的风景。 Probably these chase of past were common. 像是过去的那些追逐者一般。 Like chase such that the future will soon embark. 如同未来即将出发的追逐者们那样。 He is impatient. 他已经迫不及待。 Off topic 题外话 I the dream was to once go to Repin. 我曾经的梦想是去列宾。 Until now, I am brimming with the talent and wonderful pictorial representation to these as before, harbors deep envying and admiration, as well as difficult tiny hate. 时至今日,我依旧对那些洋溢着天才和美妙的绘画作品,怀有深深的羡慕和敬佩,以及难以启齿的渺小妒恨。 Why can't I? 为何我不能够？ Possibly is because I have given up. 可能是因为我已经放弃了吧。 Perhaps Repin does not have is so good, perhaps I who I think really am not this brick. 或许列宾也没有我想的那么好,或许我实在不是这块料。 But sometimes I still meet the dream. 但我有时候依然会梦到它。 However, will have a dream is a good deed, I think so. 不过,会做梦是一件好事,我是这么觉得的。