Above the golden stage, the unique beauty of Mozart's piano gradually emerged.
It's a wonderful feeling.
The natural and pure resonance of the Kawai body seems not to be fully released, and a trace of muddiness in the bass even seems like a flaw.
But this way of playing with unique Mozart’s unique ‘accent’ gives people a sense of intimacy.
It's a feeling that flows naturally.
It's like this moment.
This Mozart is no longer the musician with curly hair in red clothes in the album, but like a young man chasing the wind in the summer breeze.
It seems that the pace is light, but it is extremely solid.
“Excellent understanding.”
At the judges' table, Mitsuko Uchida looked at the girl on the stage and couldn't help but praise her.
"The girl's performance feels like a key, unlocking the door of this piece."
"It's really exciting." Mitsuko Uchida said softly, her eyes full of memories, as if the music at this moment brought her back to a certain period of her youth.
Another male Japanese judge on the side was a little surprised by Mitsuko Uchida’s evaluation.
As a Japanese national treasure interpreter of Mozart's works, the other party gave such a rating to a foreign player, which made him feel a little unhappy.
In his mind, this was just an ordinary performance, and even Mozart's temperament was not reflected in the music.
The man's eyes returned to the stage again.
Not only the eyes of the judges, but also the eyes of contestants from all over the world are also focused on the stage at this moment.
Some are positive, some are doubtful, some are critical, and some are approving.
But no matter what, no one can deny that this is Mozart.
...
The moment Duan Ran dropped the last note of his right hand, he quickly retracted his hand and slowly loosened the teeth that were clenched on his lower lip.
"There are still two tones whose durations have not been properly dealt with," she felt a little guilty about this, sighing secretly but also a little thankful at the same time.
"Fortunately, after practicing enough, almost everything I want to express comes out."
Blowing gently, as if he had completed some important mission, Duan Ran's eyes moved to the side, where the figure was completely immersed in the ups and downs of the music.
"The rest is up to you." She smiled softly in her heart, "Come on."
On the big screen, the scene of the girl shaking her head and smiling was recorded by everyone.
However, this was only a moment, and the camera had already cut to another pair of gorgeously beating hands.
The high-pitched melody took over the musical theme, and in an instant, the melody swept across the entire hall like the wings of the wind god.
Qin Jian's fingers are like the thin threads in the hands of a magician, connecting those colorful notes together without treating them as bizarre and purely technical obstacles.
His dazzling fingers are not those pretty card flowers.
If Duan Ran's interpretation is the muddy ground Mozart stepped on, giving people a sense of stability, then Qin Jian's fingers are Mozart's breathing, allowing people to breathe freely as they please.
But pace and breathing are not the ultimate goal of music.
Under the lights of the stage, the two young people stood in front of the piano, each staying in his own space, speaking two different accents, which made Mozart's moment of inspiration and unpredictability become a warm and jumping interpretation of classicism.
Another extreme.
"Maybe you can only get 10% of the information about a piece of music from the score, but in fact there are thousands of different ways to play the same note in a position."
Rigel looked at the stage from a distance with his deep eyes, and he was biting his thumb gently.
This is a personal habit he has developed over nearly sixty years of working in music, which results in his thumbs always looking bare.
However, as the current president of the International Mozart Music Society, he does not need a bright thumb when playing Mozart.
this moment.
Under the dim light stage, he seemed to have returned to a day ten years ago.
In a large theater, the performers on the stage are also a pair of extremely talented young men and women.
Although they are also from China.
Maybe their k521 also has similarities.
But after careful consideration, it is not difficult to find the subtle similarities and differences.
"The mysterious Eastern country always brings surprises to the world."
...
Sweat hit the keys drop by drop.
The stage lighting is warm but also hot.
As the music spreads through time, the two young people in front of the piano showed different expressions.
Duan Ran quietly completed her part, occasionally glancing sideways secretly. As a performer, she would also take time out of her busy schedule to be a guest listener.
But Qin Jian is completely different.
No one knew what was going on behind his calm face.
You can only see his limbs moving with the music, with every knock, and with every musical expression.
The music enters a soothing adagio.
Qin Jian raised his head slightly, and his eyes involuntarily stared into the air again.
There was a faint luster in his beating pupils, and no one could feel the end point of that gaze from the melody flowing quietly in his ears.
Perhaps only Duan Ran can understand it at this moment.
She knew that Qin Jian had fallen into a certain state again.
He may be looking for the pastoral songs of Salzburg, perhaps listening to the beautiful soprano in the harem, or having divine intercourse with Mozart's best friend Salile.
Duan Ran liked the stories Qin Jian told her about Mozart after daily practice, under the street lights blown by the cold wind, stories she had never heard of.
yes.
In Mozart's genius and splendid story, she didn't see a trace of that meaning in Qin Jian.
They are all imaginative and dreamy.
And the former has already bloomed the most brilliantly in the dust of history.
As for the latter, the story continues.
I don’t know when it started, maybe it was the girl’s reflection on the world in the quiet garden, maybe it was the powerless shouting under the golden sadness, maybe it was the silent piety under the purple lilac that never fades.
She began to believe that one day, someone's name would be written into a certain chapter of history.
At this moment, Duan Ran felt vaguely like a witness.
The girl smiled and raised her hand to take over the last melody.
The music comes to its final conclusion.
The theme is now.
Ending where it started, the main theme of the music returns to the bass melody again.
Duan Ran couldn't help but bite his lower lip again.
Ten fingers danced gorgeously.
She didn't know to what extent her final performance would sublimate the theme of the music.
At this moment, she only knew that this was a performance that belonged to her and him.
She just wanted this quick moment to be perfect.
Suddenly, on the big screen, the girl was in high spirits and her fingers were tied with flowers.