《名人传》——贝多芬传读后感 英文版
"Celebrity Biography" -- the impression of reading Beethoven's biography
On the 26th of March, 1827, he breathed his last breath in the midst of a great wind and thunder. Along with him were his tortuous and great life and the great times gone forever.
When it comes to Beethoven, most people do n't even know his name. It seems that he is not the majority of people who know him a little, but when we mention Diffusion in D or Symphony No. 9, we are both women and children.
Beethoven' s life was like a thunderstorm. First it was a clear morning as water. Just a few lazy breezes passed by. But in a moment of stillness, there was a looming threat, a heavy presentiment. Then suddenly a great shadow rolled over, with a solemn roar of thunder, a silence full of sound and horror, and a gust of wind, then a sudden wind stopped, joy is still joy, in which there is a trace of sorrow, but in this sorrow there are always a ray of hope. But not very much. Strange vapours were rising, and they were scattering, sometimes dispersing, then condensation; their sad and strange commotion covered the heart; and at last the sky was darkened and that heart never beat again.
Beethoven was born of a very strange time, an age of art, music, philosophy, and conquest, which, I think, also gave rise to his fierce cynicism and tenderness. It is not difficult to read from the letters he wrote to others, such as the one he sent his former lover, Trezee, a passionate love for you that is without you. All he wrote was his fond hope of love, but perhaps because of his illness, or his strange personality, which his lover could not bear, and for which he despaired. It also led to his lifelong unmarried status.
But the biggest blow for Beethoven was not the breakdown of the engagement. There is no doubt that the greatest pain is for a musician to lose his hearing, and his last hope of recovery is extinguished. His strong-willed nature was incapable of yielding to tribulations. In the letter he wrote, "My physical and mental progress ... My youth, yes, I feel that my youth has only just begun. I see that I can not get rid of this disease, and I will embrace the world! ...'' Indeed, Beethoven was a man of his word. He began to devote all his energies to his creation. The failure of love, the pain of disease, and the tenacious will at this moment of change of pride, these inner tragedies, are reflected in the great works of 1802.
Beethoven' s work was a great success, his position in music circles and the aristocracy was growing, the vienna conference was successful, but the era did n't seem to have longed to make beethovens comfortable. The collapse of his motherland, the outbreak of the revolution, his own protection and the departure of friends, lack of funds and his ailing health had made him increasingly thin. After this glorious time came the worst of times.
Death came after all, and in 1826 he fell ill in Vienna. Even his favorite nephew was n't around. In the end, after three operations, his life ended in poverty, in constant harassment by bedbugs. It seemed to him that it was the end of relief, like the "last act of comedy'' he had said on his deathbed -- we said the last scene of his life' s tragedy.
Beethoven' s comments and insights are still being debated and discussed. Goethe remarked, "beethoven is unfortunately a very stubborn man; he is undoubtedly right to regard the world as abominable; but this does not make it any happier for him and others.'' 。In beethoven' s opinion, mr borre said, "but his mental strength must be explored further ...''
Beethoven' s time determined his character, and his personality also determined that his life is a dangerous road, is also a road that no one has gone. After looking at Beethoven' s life, we are made to think deeply. Beethoven spent his life trying to love, but he was never truly loved except by a few of his closest friends. He was not only a great musician but also a thinker who advocated revolution. Never give up hope and strive for in life, even if it is sick or relatives and friends leave. There is no doubt that his works are great and tragic; His life was undoubtedly a thorn in the side, but this did not conceal its brilliancy; Its works have been copied and played by countless posterity, and his story has been scratched from the grave countless times before being told ...
An unfortunate man, poor, crippled, lonely, a man caused by pain, the world is stingy with giving him joy, but he creates the joy and generosity to give to it! He made joy out of his pain-the words that sum up his life, the maxim of all gallant hearts: "Joy in pain.''
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