Recently, I have repeatedly listened to Six Suites for Unaccompanied Cello composed by Bach. While commuting by crowded subway, this worn-out music softly flows into my brain through the up-to-date earphones. The elaborated notes made up in the 16th century help me wake my exhausted body up. When my preheated brain attempts to gear up, I pick out what I want to do. Reading a book, studying English or doing homework. The solitary melodies which make echoes in my skull take me to the world where there exist only the cello and I. The cello whispers to me with the solemn intonation that he will block all the distracting thoughts for me. Owing to Bach, I can smoothly concentrate on any complicated tasks in any congested place. I love this old-fashioned music because the lonely vibration of strings makes me more productive.
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ReplyDeleteRecently, I repeatedly listen to Six Suites for Unaccompanied Cello, composed by Bach. While commuting by crowded subway, this worn-out music softly flows into my brain through the up-to-date earphones. The exquisite notes, which were made up in the early 18th century, help me wake my exhausted body up. As my preheated brain gear up, I pick out what I want to do. Reading a book, studying English or doing homework. Making a deep echo in my skull, the lonely melodies take me to the tranquil world, in which just the two of cello and me exist. The cello whispers to me with the solemn intonation that he will block all the distracting thoughts for me. Thanks to Bach, I can smoothly concentrate on any complicated tasks in any congested place. I love this old-fashioned music because the lonely vibration of strings makes me more productive.