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Beethoven: "I am more physically and intellectually stronger than ever......My youth, yes, I feel that my youth has just begun. I already have a vague glimpse of the target ahead, and although it is not yet clear, it is approaching the ...... day by dayYes! If I could get rid of this disease, I would definitely be able to embrace the whole world!

No, I can't stand it. I'm going to take fate by the throat, and it will never bring me to my knees. Ah, it would be great if you could live a thousand times!

—Beethoven's Biography Only in pain can there be joy! —Beethoven Ludwig. Fan.

Beethoven, the greatest ** of German classicism, was such an unfortunate and strong man: deafness began in his youth. What could be more unfortunate for a person who lives by **?

Who can imagine his mood and pain during a long torture? God is really cruel, he gave the most beautiful ** to Beethoven but deprived him of the right to appreciate **, he can't hear his **, people are enjoying the pleasure brought by his **, but he has to endure silent torture alone! And it was this man who wrote such a great amount of music, and it was often joyful music—joy that emanated from heaven and spread to people's hearts!

He grabbed fate by the throat, and each of his works was the fruit of a bitter struggle and a sign of victory. An unfortunate man, poor, crippled, lonely, a man made of pain, the world does not give him joy, but he creates joy to give to the world! He forged joy with his suffering, as he illustrated with that mighty saying,—— which could sum up his life, and which could be the motto of all heroic hearts:

Only in pain can we rejoice! He was alone. - He hated and was hated.

He loved people, but no one loved him. He was both admired and feared. Eventually, he aroused a kind of religious reverence in the hearts of the people.

He was above his time. So, he calmed down a little. He looks at people from above, and people look at him from below.

He was always single. He never rested, he could not taste the tenderness that even the lowliest of people could enjoy, and he did not sleep for a minute in the tender arms of another man for a minute in his life. He has never been loved by a woman.

In this desert-like world, only the friendship of Victoria Colona once flashed a pure and cold starlight. It was darkness all around, and only the meteors of his fiery thoughts—his desires and crazy dreams—flew by. Beethoven had never experienced such a dark night.

Because the night was in Michelangelo's heart. Beethoven's grief and indignation were the fault of society, but he himself was merry by nature and longed for happiness.