Sophisticated, chic, and transformative...

This was Fu Diao's first impression of Chopin's Piano Ballade No. 3, and it was also what he wanted to express.

His fingers were raised with incomparable gentleness, and then when they landed on the piano keyboard, the beauty that was as gentle as grain was like silk floating in the breeze, brushing against everyone's cheeks, bringing unparalleled ultimate comfort.

And a little bit of suffocation caused by the music being too beautiful.

From the majesty of the first ballade, to the epicness of the second ballade, to the softness of the third ballade, the changes in mood in the music and Chopin's changes in music writing techniques were vividly displayed in front of everyone.

In particular, the exquisiteness and compactness shown in the third ballad are even more obvious in comparison with the previous ones.

Although the musical materials and sources of inspiration used by Chopin did not change significantly when he composed his piano ballad, it still came from the works of the great Polish poet.

But it is obvious that Chopin's narrative logic and narrative style have undergone extremely interesting changes.

His music no longer focuses on the soul-stirring grand narrative and epic feeling, but instead focuses on ordinary people.

His music is also more inclined to the gentle narrative of intimacy between ordinary people.

The extremely strong dual-theme confrontation in the music has almost completely disappeared. You must know that this can be regarded as the most critical core when Chopin constructs his musical works, especially when constructing ballades.

But now the core has been changed, the perspective has been transformed, and the feeling of the music has also been changed.

It seems to be closer to Mickiewicz's long poem, giving it a musical poetry and aesthetic feeling.

Fu Diao obviously noticed this obviousness. He did not ignore it, but put it well into his music, and jointly constructed the work that everyone is seeing now.

His fingers lingered on the keyboard without any particularly unnecessary movements, just like stroking the skin of his lover, caressing her skin with incomparable gentleness.

It was obviously an extremely stable musical scale, but under his palm, it was like the interest between lovers.

Fingers lightly stroked the other person's body, once, twice, three times...

His lover's skin, as smooth as milk, rippled under his fingers, as if it could be broken by a blow.

Just simply listening to Fu Tiao's performance, you may even have a smile on your lips.

Because the beauty of this music will remind you of all the beauty of love.

You will think of the sunshine that gently passed through her hair that day. The fine and invisible hairs on her face were like gold under the sunlight, making them look extremely holy and cannot be blasphemed.

You will remember that day in bed, she was lying on your chest, hugging you innocently, her mouth full of infinite expectations for the future.

You will also think of all the love words you and she said under the shade of the tree, in the kitchen, on the street, and in every corner of the city.

It won't be very complicated, maybe not even using any metaphors, just a very simple dialogue.

"Will you always love me?"

"Yes, I swear, what about you? Will you always abide by the promise you made to me?"

"As long as I have one breath left."

There are no gorgeous expressions, nor are there any love words that last forever. What everything shows is just the happiness that is as fresh as spring, which makes people unable to hear or even bear to touch.

This is the purest first love, and this is also the hottest pure love that comes from the heart.

There is nothing superfluous to get in the way, there is just the purity shown in the soul.

Everyone in the concert hall had already come out of the sadness shown in the second ballad, forgetting the previous pain.

It's not that they are heartless, but that everything they feel now is too beautiful.

The human brain will always naturally forget the pain in life. This is the body's natural protection mechanism.

In front of such a charming musical beauty, the corners of their mouths even raised involuntarily, forgetting everything before, and even the beauty of the contrasting section in the second movement.

Put all your attention on the music in front of them at this moment.

This is what Fu Tiao wants to achieve.

In this kind of concert, the audience is often immersed in the previous piece and cannot extricate themselves. There is no way to follow the performer's emotions, causing them to forget that this is a concert, and the concert is not just a concert.

A piece of work.

And their emotions may suddenly break when they hear the climax of the music later, forgetting where they are for a while, and have a trace of doubt.

Fu Tiao, on the other hand, controls the emotion of the music, tightens up all the emotions of everyone, and implements them into his own music, letting them move forward along with his own expression, making the emotional expression of the music particularly perfect.

Under such music, with everyone's full attention, Fu Tiao felt everyone's acceptance of his beauty, so his fingers on the piano appeared more wild, more gorgeous.

He tried his best to implement all his feelings about the beauty of music into the music, making the beauty of the music so sweet that it is almost suffocating.

"Honey, do you love me?"

"Yes, I love you. I give you my whole soul, along with its quirks, petty tempers, flashes of light, and eighteen hundred bad habits. It's so annoying. It has only one good thing. I love you.

If you are willing, I will love you forever. If you are not willing, I will always miss you. No matter how mediocre I am, I always feel that my love for you is beautiful. What about you?"

"I love you equally. I will love you ten times more than you love me, and I will love you a hundred times more, because we are both superfluous people in the world, but at least we are the most important people in the world to each other. I want to write poetry,

Write about rain, write about lovesickness at night, write about you, I can’t write, I want to watch the rain in the thatched pavilion, watch ants on the rockery, watch butterflies fall in love, watch spiders build webs, watch water, watch boats, watch clouds, watch waterfalls

, and...see you sleeping sweetly."

Although Fu Tiao may have never been in love, but which little boy has not had a crush? Who has not thought of the name of his child at a certain moment when he saw the girl he liked smiling at him?

Woolen cloth?

So what if you haven’t been in love?

The corners of Fu Tiao's mouth couldn't help but raise, and he looked beyond the piano to the crowd opposite the piano.

He didn't know who he was looking at, he couldn't even see clearly who was in the group of people, but in his sight, he imagined an extremely perfect girl, the love of his heart.

Every rise and fall of the piano in his music is like the words of love spoken to a girl. It may seem a little disgusting to others, but for men and women in love, no matter how disgusting the words of love are, they can only feel it.

And the enthusiasm.

And this enthusiasm gives the audience in the concert hall a beauty that transcends everything.

Fu Diao's fingers became more entangled, the emotions in the music became more passionate, and the beauty of love exploded most passionately at this moment.

That attachment to love was tightly wrapped around everyone's neck, almost suffocating them with their beauty.

So cool! Slippery!

Perfect!

There are no unnecessary emotions, just admiration and obsession with that beauty.

The gorgeous scales swirled in his hands, and with the resonance of the last few chords, the music finally stopped.

Everyone under the stage looked at each other, and their breathing could not help but feel a little heavy.

It was so exciting. The mood of this music was so perfect. The only thing they were thinking about now was that Fu Tiao's concert would end as soon as possible. The sooner it ended, the better.

It's not because they started to hate Fu Tiao's concerts, but because...

They are looking forward to the record sales after the Fu Tiao concert.

First of all, at the Ruhr Piano Festival, there will be records of Fu Tiao's past concerts for sale. Since this is the first time for Fu Tiao to participate, all the records sold here are his previous records, such as the one from the Chopin International Piano Competition.

set.

Everyone definitely didn't want this. What they wanted was what Fu Tiao did today.

Today's performance will definitely be recorded by the Ruhr Piano Festival and then burned into records for sale.

Not just the version from the Ruhr Piano Festival, they might also be able to hear the version recorded by Deutsche Grammophon.

As the world's top record company, Deutsche Grammophon's records have been welcomed by almost everyone around the world. The first version of records that many people listened to was Deutsche Grammophon's.

What they want most now is to go home quickly, buy a Fu tune record and listen to it carefully and several times.

I really didn’t hear enough of the seven or eight minutes of the performance just now. It was really too little, too little, too little.

They really can't stand it.

This feeling is not possessed by ordinary people, even the top pianists.

Lang Liangyue was fine, but Hamelin not far behind him couldn't sit still and whispered excitedly to Zhao Chengzhen beside him.

"Zhao, I really can't help it. It's so good. It's so awesome. I even think of me and my ex. No, my ex, no, uh, it's probably my seventy-eight. In my previous relationship, she was the kind of girl who was very cute and really touched my feelings! Although it wasn’t my first love, I was fascinated by her!”

"Seven or eight Ren..."

Zhao Chengzhen always felt that there were a lot of slots stuck in his mouth, but there was no way to spit it out. He could only cough twice and said helplessly: "Fu Tiao's strongest point is his interpretation of the beauty of music. Among all pianists, he In his interpretation of the beauty of music, if he thinks he is second, probably not many people can think of himself as first."

"So strong?"

Hamelin was stunned for a moment, then he raised his head and thought about it. After struggling for a long time, he nodded thoughtfully and agreed: "Although I don't want to admit it, but after saying it, I feel that what you said is indeed correct. Fu Diao's musical beauty is indeed the strongest in my impression. He is not beautiful in the sense of traditional style, but has his own unique beauty. And his unique beauty, in addition to No one else can have it except him."

Hamelin picked up his fingers and counted them, and muttered: "Zimmerman is also good at timbre, but his timbre is actually more transparent, a bit similar to Zhao, your feeling, but he is equivalent to strengthening The invincible version of you, although transparent, still has its own color, and the overall bias is toward Polish national characteristics."

"Well, I know, to be honest, Zimmerman is the one I work hard for." Zhao Chengzhen smiled at Hamelin, "But Fu Diao's timbre is even more beautiful than the current Zimmerman, especially his Among the three ballades played now, if Zimmerman’s famous works are not counted and only his normal performance level is counted, Zimmerman may indeed be inferior to Fu Tiao.”

"Wow, when you say this, I feel like it might cause Fu a lot of trouble!"

Hamelin couldn't help but was speechless when he heard Zhao Chengzhen's words.

His eyes looked towards the seat opposite him in the distance, and his eyes actually intersected with Zimmerman's, and Zimmerman seemed to have seen him, smiling gently at him, as if he didn't care about it.
To be continued...