"My Motherland" has countless versions in the original world.
A version of the battle in the movie "Shangganling".
A version sung by Grandma Guo Yinglan in the 1950s.
Later, many stars sang the changed version, which can be regarded as...
However, the version that impressed Zhou Yang the most was the "Singing for the People Art Achievements Concert" held by Grandma Guo in the Great Hall of the People that year.
That year, on TV, the moment the suona played in front of him, goosebumps appeared all over Zhou Yang's body. His emotions followed the melody, and he was completely excited.
but……
At the rehearsal site of this concert, Zhou Yang found that he did not feel this way.
The melody of the suona was similar to before, still loud and loud, and vaguely shocking, but the mood only rose to half and then finally fell.
Then when the erhu sounded again, a strong sense of fragmentation permeated the whole body, as if the emotions were disconnected. The suona and the erhu not only did not blend in, but seemed to be competing to show off their skills.
"Starting from the suona, it seems...well, Mr. Tong, how about we change seats? Don't sit here and move to another place?"
"Teacher Tong, I feel... the last part of the suona doesn't seem right."
Zhou Yang's understanding of music is okay for ordinary people, but in front of these masters, he is definitely suspected of trying to do what they want.
but……
When the memory of the concert in the original world and the rehearsal in this world collided, Zhou Yang could still distinguish some differences.
For example, the position where the suona master Tong Yuan is standing seems to be different from that of the suona master in the original world. For example, the end of the middle part of Tong Yuan's playing also seems to be different from the original world.
"Is there something wrong? Is it the music score or the playing method?" Tong Yuan looked at Zhou Yang and frowned slightly.
"It doesn't feel right." Zhou Yang shook his head after thinking for a while.
"What kind of feeling do you need to find?" Tong Yuan frowned even deeper after listening to Zhou Yang's ambiguous answer: "Can you explain in detail, is it a problem of timbre, pitch, or loudness?"
Zhou Yang thought deeply for a while, trying to recall the familiar melody in his memory. After pondering for a long time, he shook his head again: "Can we meet again?"
He found himself unable to speak.
It seemed that the two of them played at the same time, and he could only listen to it over and over again.
Although Tong Yuan felt speechless at Zhou Yang's ambiguous and incomprehensible words, she still nodded. Very tired, she picked up the suona and played it again according to the score.
After blowing...
Zhou Yang lowered his head, all kinds of doubts echoing in his heart over and over again, it seemed exactly the same again, but it seemed like...
no the same.
He couldn't take a picture.
Then he looked at the erhu master Zhang Zunlian. He felt that Zhang Zunlian's playing seemed to be fine, but it seemed to be a little different from a melody in his memory, and it seemed that time was a little faster.
But when Zhou Yang was asked to find a faster place, he couldn't find it.
"Xiao Zhou, why don't we come here today? Everyone is very tired, and our perception of music is somewhat biased. Otherwise, we can come back after resting tomorrow."
Zhang Zunlian looked at Zhou Yang with his eyes sometimes deep, sometimes confused, and sometimes lowering his head, and finally patted him on the shoulder.
He felt Zhou Yang was too tired.
Zhou Yang nodded after listening, asked Zhang Zunlian for the video of the rehearsal of "My Motherland", and then left.
the next day.
Music masters gathered together to continue rehearsing and finding mistakes...
The concert seemed to go more smoothly the next day, and the effect was much better than the first time. Some core problems were also identified, but it still didn't taste right.
After the rehearsal, everyone looked at the chair in the corner.
The chair was empty, and Zhou Yang didn't come over.
Of course, Zhang Zunlian and others did not care whether Zhou Yang came or not. Zhou Yang himself provided very little help to a concert of this level and was not an important figure.
No one thought Zhou Yang could point out problems to them.
But on the third day.
By the morning of July 28th...
When Zhang Zunlian walked into the rehearsal room of the Huaxia National Theater, he saw Zhou Yang waiting on the stage for a long time.
"Xiao Zhou?"
"Teacher Zhang, I know there is something wrong. Teacher Zhang, why don't you change all the seats? At the same time, there is also this paragraph. I think the tone is a little higher... But I'm not sure, maybe it needs to be a little bit higher."
Lower it...why don't you give it a try!"
Zhang Zunlian saw Zhou Yang walking over excitedly and began chatting with him about various issues in "My Motherland" with excitement.
From suona, to erhu, to guzheng...
What Zhou Yang talked about was still so ambiguous and quite unprofessional, but Zhang Zunlian's eyes became serious as he listened.
Based on what Zhou Yang said, he carefully watched the rehearsal video again...
The more I look at it, the more serious it becomes.
About ten minutes later, other famous musicians came over one after another.
Zhang Zunlian sorted out Zhou Yang's ambiguous words, and finally his eyes lit up.
Afterwards, he ignored Zhou Yang and walked towards the conductor Qiao Yu. He chatted with Qiao Yu for a long time. Qiao Yu glanced at Zhou Yang from time to time, and then nodded repeatedly, his eyes full of appreciation.
It seems that Zhou Yang’s suggestions are very enlightening!
About half an hour later, Zhang Zunlian walked towards Zhou Yang again.
"Xiao Zhou, just try it according to your feelings!" He looked at Zhou Yang with eyes full of surprise.
Before, he was a little confused as to why Zhou Yang was so unprofessional, but now, he suddenly realized that so-called professionalism seemed to be meaningless in the face of absolute talent and keen perception of music.
After Zhou Yang saw Zhang Zunlian's surprise, he didn't feel very happy. Instead, he let out a long sigh of relief.
A new round of rehearsals has officially begun!
This rehearsal was very smooth, almost passed in one go...
After the rehearsal, Tong Yuan looked in disbelief at Zhou Yang, who was still silent in the corner.
She never dreamed that Zhou Yang would hit the nail on the head and find out the reason for the problem that had been bothering her for several days...
"this person……"
"He should be a talented creative monster, which cannot be measured by his musical foundation..." Zhang Zunlian shook his head, although he was shocked, but sometimes God seems to be so unfair.
"Hello!"
"Mr. Kenneth, I have created another score for the saxophone song "Going Home". Where are you now? Do you have time to come over and listen to it?"
"The Last of the Mohicans also reminds me of a passage... Is John Williams around?"
Just when he wanted to chat with Zhou Yang, he suddenly saw Zhou Yang standing up suddenly.
Then, I took out my mobile phone and made a call excitedly!
Zhang Zunlian was stunned...
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