The second movement: The flowers of the field tell me (2): Laurel (two in one)
"Teacher, those two carriages are of a style that only the archbishop or the queen crowned by him can ride in! When I think about these two people coming to find you, I feel like I am in a dream..."
An's hair was blown by the hot wind, covering less than half of her face.
Although Master Lucter's status and strength are not inferior to them, after all, the head of the church and the head of the royal family have more "public figure" characteristics.
"The people behind the hillside..." Luna looked at it and asked curiously, "Do they have so many subordinates?"
Colorful clothes swayed in the wind along with the sea of flowers.
"Some of their subordinates are part of it, and the rest should be citizens of Tia City who have seen the vision." An said, "Most people like to come and join in the fun. I can imagine when they find that the pink whirlwind is blowing around them.
How would they react? A very large number of citizens must have surrounded the main entrance steps of the concert hall, and followed the church and royal carriages all the way here."
"If it were me, I would also like to see the poet laureate of the year for the first time. Of course, I will do it earlier than the 'first time'. I will be right next to the teacher."
"Luna, I want to thank you for inviting the teacher to join our caravan's journey."
"Actually, I want to thank the Pelican. I came to see the Pelican." When she thought about the 50 pounds gift she proposed, and when she thought about the fact that she now kept more than a few hundred pounds of gold coins, the little girl's pale cheeks felt a little hot. "
...So, will Master Lucter come here after hearing the news on such an occasion today?" She asked other questions and continued to look forward, "Hey, I seem to see the figure of Mr. Walter."
"I think Master Lucter must sneer at joining in the fun." An couldn't help but smile as she recalled the feeling of singing love poems in the finals that day.
In fact, Lucter always emphasized that his appointment order was right after Walter. If he knew that today's matter was related to Scheler, he would definitely rush back with great interest, but... the Crescent Poet did not know for the time being.
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To him, the birth of the poet laureate only represents a feat of "forging a lion". With his temperament, there is really no need to join in the excitement of this annual "wake-up chant".
"Teacher, why don't you express your feelings?" Luna realized that she had been talking to her sister, and she finally turned to look at her teacher.
Fan Ning also looked at the crowds of people in the distance, but in fact, since he stopped writing the theme in the middle of the second movement and asked Miss Nightingale to continue telling him "Apollo and Macias", he has not looked back.
Open your mouth and speak.
After the true midsummer arrived, he had been thinking about what the flowers in the field of fox lilies told him, about music, about origins, about the adjacent details quietly revealed from the jumble of things.
"Why are they so enthusiastic, so fragile, and able to regenerate so quickly?" Fan Ning looked far away at the vast sea of flowers in front of him.
In these similar scenes, things that seem within reach often take much longer than expected to get close to. An also feels the same. Every time she feels that these carriages and people only need to "move" the section in front of them.
The distance would be at their feet, but in fact they were just moving from one rolling hillside to another, slightly lower and closer sea of flowers.
However, Fan Ning was not referring to "them", but "them".
Those fox lilies that have been run over by wheels or trampled by pedestrians will immediately wither and decay, and then turn into red dust in the air like snow melting.
Barren wounds appeared in the sea of flowers.
But in the areas farther back in the trajectory, where the trampling time was longer, the yellow-brown soil sprouted new green again, and dots of fiery red appeared.
"Fox lily is a very fragile flower, of course." Luna nodded gently, and leaned over to lift up a corner of the tablecloth holding the flowers. All the flowers there had fallen and withered. "A little stepping and squeezing will do the trick."
It will kill them, and during the stormy season when it is not suitable to go out, the wilderness will appear more barren, but they are always reborn quickly."
"Will the new flower still be the withered flower?" Fan Ning asked.
"Nature is no longer..., right?" The little girl thought this was an obvious question, but the teacher asked the question specifically, and there was a hint of uncertainty at the end of her answer.
Born in a merchant family with a high social status, she has received a good education and her thinking and expression skills are undoubtedly of a good level: "Perhaps, it depends on the perspective from which we look at this process? For those of us who enjoy the scenery, the wilderness
The sea of flowers will last forever, and all fading questions will be answered with new life. Today's fox lily field is as enthusiastic as fire. If a storm sweeps here tomorrow, it only needs to wait until the sunrise the day after tomorrow, and it will be equally enthusiastic.
Like fire."
"What if it's not our perspective?"
"Aren't we going to see it? Then maybe, every withered flower will no longer be able to wake up. They will disappear with their own unique characteristics and disappear completely. This seems tragic." Luna thought about it.
After a while, she shook her head in confusion, "However, according to your teachings on the basics of occultism, only a more independent spirit can enter the dream, and finally realize the separation of the spirit and the soul, and be able to see the true color beneath the surface.
...No one would think that flowers can dream, so by inference, they should not have souls, and dying should not have a special tragedy for them."
Fan Ning pondered for a moment and then spoke: "Abandon the perceptual modifications given by writers or moralists, and purely from the perspective of nature, humans are more advanced beings than plants. Is there anything wrong with this?"
"...That should be right." Luna nodded after hesitating for a moment.
"So, the 'death' and 'resurrection' of high-level existences are tragic, but the 'withering' and 'rebirth' of low-level existences are not?" Fan Ning looked at the crowd approaching him, and then fell into those desolate places again.
The wounds of the sea of flowers.
"... Judging from the conclusion, this seems to be a bit too self-righteous." The little girl grasped the silver hair on her temples.
"It's a bit self-righteous." Fan Ning smiled, "But I'm more interested in talking about this with you than talking about 'Awakening Chant'."
A thoughtful look flashed in An's eyes, and she saw the teacher pick up her music book again.
In fact, Fan Ning suddenly felt that sometimes people's beliefs or emotions fluctuate with the situation. It does not mean that once you overcome a certain doubt or conclusion, you will never be troubled by it again in your life.
It does not mean that after shouting "The living will perish, and the perishable will be resurrected", you will no longer be troubled by the proposition of death.
Just like many people, at one stage of life, their passion for someone or something is sincere, but at another stage of life, they no longer have such emotions for someone or something, which is also true.
Love is a question.
"All flesh is like grass. The grass withers and the flowers wither."
The pen in his hand began to make a slight sound as it rubbed against the paper.
Starting from the 18 bars that were just cut off, the second half of the theme suddenly shifts from A major to F sharp minor. Originally, soft flowers danced happily under the blowing of the summer wind, but here, the music suddenly changed without any warning.
It transformed into a sad scene of withering.
Fan Ning thinks this is very magical, not because of any technical reasons, but because he has never written a "dual theme" like this, and has never expressed two completely different emotions within one theme.
"Actually, flowers are an advanced form here." An, who had been silently humming the melody written by Fan Ning, spoke up.
"Huh?" Fan Ning looked at the nightingale who loved to sing.
"Here, it is 'something'." An's eyes were clear and bright, "The teacher's first movement "Poem of Awakening" is 'nothing', which is the beginning and bud of chaos. The opposition there is rough and sharp, and here too
They still exist, but, but, they are written into two aspects of the same theme, and they begin their first tentative integration."
"This shows that the birth of "something" has overcome the blankness of "nothing", and it has completed its first rise."
Fan Ning looked at his student in surprise. At that moment, he felt that the other person's spirituality was bursting with brilliant fireworks.
The secrets in the words she expounded actually awakened a small part of her metaphorical thinking about the path of climbing, and expressed some words that she was not clear about.
The birth of "something" overcomes the emptiness of "nothing"...
People with artistic talent will certainly not be dull in understanding mysteries.
It only takes one careful dreaming before she can meet her "light of first acquaintance". Moreover, such a qualitative leap may not come from a low starting point.
My sister's interpretation of the teacher's works is so amazing... Luna murmured in her heart.
"Then, I now understand why the teacher is so carefree about realizing the 'Awakening Chant'." An, aware of his own spiritual changes, bowed happily to Fan Ning again to express his gratitude and admiration.
"These people want to meet the poet laureate so enthusiastically, but they don't know that the teacher just assigned an after-school exercise to Brother Walter. The teacher has no intention of winning the laurel title himself, because there is no need to prove one of his own abilities.
What he has achieved is that he only plans to cultivate a 'great' level conductor student..."
"It is a tower as majestic as the crescent moon. "Poetry of Awakening" is just the cornerstone of the tower. It is certainly dazzling, but since the cornerstone has been completed, why not look up to a higher place?"
Hearing this, Fan Ning raised his head slightly while writing:
"You quite understand, then it's up to you to tell them."
"Ah, it's up to me?" An's tone hesitated, "They are very public figures. If I represent you, there are some etiquettes that I am not very comfortable with."
"Aren't you the most confident Miss Nightingale? In the finals, the public figures you met must be quite big."
"But what matters today is your temperament and demeanor, teacher. I am very casual..."
"This is my temperament." Fan Ning's words made An startled for a moment, and then she nodded quickly.
She knelt down and tightened her canvas shoelaces, then walked briskly to the edge of the hillside, looking at the group of people who had walked more than half the distance.
In the lowest valley recently, the citizens of Tia City were cheering and admiring incessantly. Archbishop Fields had stepped out of the carriage and signaled other carriages to stop.
"Your Excellency Castini, it is said that Mr. Scheler has a somewhat indifferent and perverse temperament?" He put his hands behind his back and walked without stopping, facing the lively girl wearing a pure white T-shirt and shorts at the top of the slope.
See.
"Yes." Bishop Castini, who was already deflated by his side, didn't know where to start his explanation. He also looked next to him and had an idea in his mind, "By the way, as a student, Commander Walter may be more
If you have the right to speak, we might as well listen to his suggestions."
When Walter thought of the teacher who had just accepted him as a student, he taught music happily and stayed up all night to compose "Poem of Awakening", the gratitude and admiration in his heart arose spontaneously:
"I think the teacher is approachable and friendly, and he pays special attention to other people's feelings in his speech and behavior." He answered honestly.
"..."
Everyone who had experienced the "queuing" incident in the pub before had a slight twitch at the corner of their mouth.
At this time, the girl's voice, as clean as water, floated from the hillside:
"The teacher said, congratulations to Mr. Walter for winning the crown."
"This?..." Fields and Eleanor exchanged glances, then raised his head and smiled gently, "You are Mr. Scheler's other talented student, Miss Nightingale, please convey your message to me.
"Poem of Awakening" is such a wonderful symphonic poem, but what you just said..."
"According to the practice of our United Kingdom, it is the main performer who achieves awakening by performing classic works. It is good to win the crown, but when new works are premiered, the priority is still the composer. Of course, this does not prevent the public from also thinking of Mr. Walter.
His attainments have reached 'greatness'..."
"Congratulations to Mr. Walter for winning the crown." An on the hillside repeated with a smile, "The Archbishop, Your Excellency the Queen, and all of you, you should be able to imagine that the teacher's original intention was not to trouble everyone."
"If his goal is to win this year's crown, he will definitely go to observe Mr. Walter's rehearsal today. After the 'Awakening Chant' is completed, all the procedures will continue in the Festival Concert Hall. Since he did not go, his purpose must be
You didn't mean to ask everyone to take a long way out of the city to look for him in the Fox Lily Field, right?"
Does it seem to make sense? The group of people led by it were stunned.
"This will cause you troubles about identification." An sat down on the ground again on the edge of the slope, "But you are all here. It feels wonderful to have Mr. Walter put on the laurel crown in the fox lily field. The midsummer atmosphere here
It’s extremely endearing, and the teacher is very happy with the news that his students have exceeded their expectations for after-school exercises.”
...After completing the after-school exercises, everyone felt their hearts twitching violently again.
Awakening was achieved before the introductory section of the rehearsal was over. This feat that has gone down in history, for him, was the student completing the after-school exercises?
But it felt like...this wasn't bad? They looked at each other again.
The composer himself doesn't have an opinion, so who else has an opinion?
The level of this permanent conductor has reached that level, and his identity as Scheler's student is justified.
"Then let us first congratulate Mr. Conductor." He Meng made the decision and signaled the staff to start preparing for the ceremony of awarding the laurel crown.
In fact, the fact that Walter won the crown was a little embarrassing from the perspective of the discussion group. After all, he just finished it three days ago due to some "establishment orientation" reasons.
But why is it said "slightly"...
Because when considering this kind of thing, only by deciding to nominate the artist "Boethius" can we have a clear action point, and not making a decision is just "nothing else."
In the current situation, it can be said that the inspection team made the nomination decision after three days of deliberation. There is no such thing as a "slap in the face" or a "change overnight."
And the more important point——
The song that awakens Walter was written by Scheler and has nothing to do with Fanning.
"Now I declare -" Archbishop Fields spoke loudly, and the wording of the title has quietly changed, "The winner of the title of Poet Laureate in the year 914 of the New Calendar is: Bruno Walter, the great traveling conductor from the Western Continent!"
"Okay!" "Praise for Midsummer!" "Wow, wow, lala, lala -"
There were congratulations, applause and people coming forward to shake hands for a while, and onlookers further away began to push forward.
"Wait, what happened?"
"Didn't I come to bring them to meet the teacher?"
As the second party involved, Walter, watching a large group of people begin to unload objects and set up a ceremony platform, suddenly felt that his dream was a bit deep.
As a conductor who has been wandering between the first and second tier levels for many years, finally achieving greatness is something I have thought about for a long time...
But didn’t you just let me experience the feeling of awakening? Why have you unanimously decided to become the poet laureate yourself?