424. Uncle, uncle! The thought of history is extremely scary
"wrong."
It definitely doesn't feel like this.
Regarding the style of Beethoven's works, he had discussed it with Liao Linjun and Old Porter in the coffee table piano room very early on.
He still remembers Liao Linjun's words very clearly.
The general traditional view is that Beethoven's early creations were mostly influenced by Haydn Mozart, but the other party believes that Beethoven's imitation of the two predecessors in his early years was more external.
On this point, the elder Porter gave a more accurate description, "His technique and even spirit are often closer to the late works of Hummel and Clementi."
Qin Jian only understood these words at the time, but now when he tastes them more carefully, it is not difficult to see that the two people’s opinions are that Beethoven’s early creations were closer to the early romanticism of his own generation.
Based on this, Qin Jianjue should look for sections with Russian style in Beethoven's early works.
"Early days."
Thinking to himself, Qin Jian raised his hands again.
People around heard the sound of the piano again, this time playing a different tune.
"Wow, it's in D minor."
One diner said and put down his spoon again.
It is Sonata in D minor, Tempest, an early work by Beethoven.
really.
Naturally, Qin Jian's first movement was not as compact as before, and the structure was not uniform enough. It had a large number of fat chords and sometimes long melodies, all of which made him feel the openness between the notes.
It was another experience that he had never had before, or he only noticed it after these two days.
"What if it was earlier?"
After Qin Jian stopped after finishing the second movement, he subconsciously wanted to find his handkerchief from the piano table, but found that he did not bring it with him.
Just as he was about to wipe it on his body, a messenger handed over a piece of clean paper.
He was stunned for a moment, then smiled at the other person, and wiped the sweat from his palms after taking the paper.
Then the third movement was played.
It’s just that he played the pathos third movement.
This piece of work is 4 years earlier than the birth of Tempest, and was written by Uncle Pei in 1798.
It starts out smooth and delicate, then becomes agitated in the middle, and then becomes completely unstructured, like a joke.
If we compare the pathos third movement played by Qin Jian in the third round of the Huayun Competition with the performance at this time, no one would believe that it was performed by one person.
Even the waiter who handed the paper was a little embarrassed. He felt that the song should not be like this.
The third movement ends.
There was no applause.
Qin Jian looked back and saw that the few people had dispersed.
The waiter got busy, the cook returned to the kitchen, and even the diners left.
Probably they have no interest in listening anymore.
"It's really a bit miserable."
However, he still raised his hand and bowed to the empty hall.
I laughed at myself, and when I turned around, a little girl in a floral skirt stood behind the piano.
Maybe she was hiding behind the piano just now, so Qin Jian didn't notice her.
She had a pair of heavy eyes, like spectacles worn by an old man, and she was holding something like a rag in her hand.
Qin Jian just looked at the little girl. The little girl was not timid and gave him a big bright smile.
The little girl's front teeth have not been replaced yet, so Qin Jian speculated that she should be no more than six or seven years old.
Taking a closer look at the child in front of him, he found that although the little girl's floral skirt was clean and tidy, it looked a little shabby and the style was also very outdated.
Maybe this is because her family's financial situation is not good, but she should have a hard-working mother.
Qin Jian was fascinated by what he saw.
"She should be in first or second grade"
"Today is the weekend, school is closed, so she was brought here by her mother."
"Maybe no one at home takes care of her."
"Because her father also has to work."
"What kind of job would her father have?"
"A manual worker?"
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Unknowingly, Qin Jian seemed to have sketched a story in his mind.
Perhaps it was the little girl's bright smile that moved him.
A feeling suddenly appeared in his fingertips, and he subconsciously reached out to Rogaine to press the first note of the piano.
He didn't even know that what he was about to play was the second movement of Laser Three.
Center of the hall.
The piano sounded again.
It's just that there are no diners, and no one knows what music it is.
This piece seems to be played entirely for little girls.
Qin Jian just looked at the little girl like this, sketching the story line in his mind, and his hands moved flexibly on the keyboard.
He didn't know what his expression was at this moment.
But he could hear himself playing.
The intermezzo in the second movement lacked the orchestra's hint of ethereal sadness, lost three points of hesitation, lost three points of sadness, lost three points of ethereality, and left only one part of flow.
The lonely melody of the piano is like a song without words.
But behind that flow, there was no noise from the orchestra, and Qin Jian also heard the delicate sparkle as thin as dewdrops.
Between the big jumps, there is the excitement of a sunset over a long river, as long as the Volga River.
The small paragraphs also contain a kind of true simplicity.
Qin Jian changed his previous playing technique of wide opening and closing, and made the movements between touching keys and falling fingers much smaller, especially from the upper arms to the wrists. His control method was like playing a piece from the classical period.
Everyone says that La San is very sad. Why is he so sad? Why is he sad?
Most of the answers that can be obtained are about nation and country, faith and spirit.
Qin Jian felt at this moment that this was 'why most of the la san sounds boring or even tired.'
What do their many powerful chord thrusts and passionate playing express? Are they paying homage to the statues in Revolution Square, or are they imitating the victory trumpets emitted by the Orthodox churches?
There is nothing wrong with this.
But below this, should we look at the lush birch forest and the villages with smoke curling up from their cooking stoves?
It is even the latter that formed the source of the Russian traditional melodic vocabulary.
No matter how rapid the social changes and turbulent times are, only this land and the people who live on it from generation to generation will never change.
Art can be higher than life, but it always originates from life.
Lage said: I deeply love this land. No matter where I am, it always calls me. Although it is not as beautiful as I imagined, it is always so peaceful.
"That's how it feels."
Qin Jian dropped his fingers even more firmly.
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"Dalia!!"
A voice full of vulgarity interrupted the piano.
If Qin Jian heard correctly, someone shouted Dalia in his direction.
The moment he came back to his senses, he saw the little girl suddenly running away.
Qin Jian looked again and saw a tall and round female worker standing at the door of the restaurant's workshop.
Seeing the little girl throw herself into the female worker's arms, he felt relieved.
Then the little girl turned around, smiled again, and waved the rag in her hand at him.
Qin Jian smiled, stood up and bowed like a gentleman with one hand.
The female worker took the little girl back to the workplace.
Qin Jian glanced at his cell phone, then closed the piano cover and left from the main entrance. He had to go to Chaiyuan today. He could miss the afternoon concert, but he could not miss the evening concert.
“I wonder what my sister’s Paganini will look like?”
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After Qin Jian left, the figure at the dining table behind a stone pillar at the back door of the hall also stood up.
As the second audience member of the second movement, he was far more shocked than the little girl. He did not expect that anyone would play Rachmaninov's second movement in such a way.
So he also had a new question, and he decided to ask his teacher Perlman now.
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On the subway to Chaiyuan, Qin Jian felt particularly comfortable.
Today he tried to play Rach with the feeling of Beethoven. In his opinion, this is a meaningful attempt.
More experiments should be added in the future. He feels that this will help him better distinguish what has been changed by the times and what has been retained.
Another gear.
An episode in the afternoon gave him some new feelings about La.
This feeling has nothing to do with genre, it is simply a skin-to-skin relationship with the notes.
With three days left until he took the stage, he made a bold decision the moment he stepped off the subway.