Time passes like this day by day, and I see that the first month of 2015 is coming to an end.
Qin Jian's daily life is still the same as before, without any increase or decrease in content.
The theme is practicing piano, translating and listening to recordings, and eating and sleeping are the sub-themes.
The holiday life without interludes and cadenzas might be a bit boring to others, but Qin Jian enjoys this feeling very much.
Because this is his personal time, he can listen to whatever music he wants.
Since Beethoven's string quartets inspired him, he has also tried to experience more types of classical music, chamber music of various types of instruments, symphonies, and even opera oratorios.
Whenever his heart was filled with emotion for a piece of music, he would listen to the work or things in his hands and applaud, expressing his inner emotions loudly like a neurotic.
Since the last get out of class, he has also deeply reflected on himself.
As for Shen Qingci's reminder of "lost direction", he had not ignored it before, but he had not paid too much attention to it either.
After being reminded by the other party, he came back to think about it carefully, and when he randomly played a few paragraphs, he was shocked to realize how timely the other party's advice was.
Unnaturally, he would bring out the feeling of a certain pianist in his fingers, things that did not belong to him at all a month ago.
After spending three days adjusting his condition, he regained his previous feeling.
Then everything got back on track.
This process that made Qin Jian sweat a lot also reminded him to be cautious and humble.
He has not yet fully understood these 88 keys.
The change in his mentality gave him some new insights when he listened to the performances of those pianists again.
No matter how Qin Jian classified these pianists before, they were basically in the category of technical field and personal style.
Combining the three new words "possibility", "paradox" and "bridge" mentioned by Shen Qingci in class, Qin Jian found that no matter what posture the pianists played Chopin in, they were just using their
way to express our understanding of Chopin.
Qin Jian wondered if he could listen to them from another angle, assuming that these performers were not Polish, but simply piano players?
After trying it out, Qin Jian unexpectedly discovered that after removing the nationality labels attached to these performers in his mind, what they played had a different release in Chengdu.
Their phrasing, their playing methods, and the emotions they want to express are all clearer.
But at this time, Qin Jian could more deeply appreciate their extraordinary qualities.
"Maybe they also want to get rid of the nationality label and look for more possibilities about Chopin."
"When they couldn't move any further, they stopped at the crossroads."
"Then he turned around and left all his skills, all he had learned and felt throughout his life to the people behind him."
"Generation after generation, we will always continue to move forward in inheritance."
Qin Jian feels that this is probably a true portrayal of "music is never ending".
Sixty years ago, Mr. Fu Hua had a dream to bring the sound of Chinese piano to the world stage, and a mazurka knocked on the door of the Holy Land of Piano.
After returning to China, he devoted himself wholeheartedly to the development of China's piano industry, leaving behind valuable experience and wealth for the next thirty years.
Fifteen years ago, Shen Qingci took over the banner of Mr. Fu Hua and once again appeared on the international stage with a sudden appearance. With a rampant attitude and a stern attitude, he overcame all obstacles in major international piano competitions.
, undefeated after repeated battles.
Although he later chose to retire due to some accidents, these three words of Shen Qingci were enough to amaze the entire piano world.
After returning to China, he also chose to invest in the development of China's piano industry, and devoted himself to cultivating the new generation.
Qin Jian knew that it was not just these two benchmark figures of the era.
In the past sixty years, countless Chinese piano players, workers and enthusiasts have worked hard for the development of Chinese piano. Just like those Polish players, everyone is working in different ways.
Efforts are being made to explore forward on this level.
And now...
Time is still moving forward...
At any stage in any kind of history, there will be people who have to shoulder heavy responsibilities and stand at the forefront of the storm.
Either actively or passively.
This is the law of nature and the law of the development of human society.
Qin Jian never intended to leave a great footprint on the road of music, or to become a musician with a global reputation.
But as a member of the new generation of Chinese pianists——
If one day, when Huaguo Piano needs someone to stand up in the future, he will take a firm step forward without hesitation.
For no other reason than this, this is the responsibility of all members of China Piano.
Before that, he just had to quietly do what he should do and treat it as silently accumulating energy.
Just like this recent episode.
He has found some clues about the bridge, full of possibilities that will surprise him.
But this time, he learned to be cautious.
...
Early in the morning on January 31st, after Qin Jian completed the morning practice as usual, he felt that he was in good condition, so he practiced until two o'clock in one breath.
When he was about to go to dinner, he received a call from home.
"Hey, Mom."
He was holding a phone in one hand and wearing clothes in the other.
Then Fang Xuehua's voice came from the phone: "Son, what's delicious for lunch?"
"Uh." Qin Jian wanted to open his mouth and say something casually. This was his usual style and tactic, but he also wanted to prevent his parents from worrying about him not eating on time, and was also afraid of their nagging.
But this time his 'lie' reached his lips and he swallowed it.
moment.
"Mom, I just finished practicing the piano and am getting ready to eat."
Sure enough, Fang Xuehua on the phone was a little reluctant: "You don't eat on time. How many times has Mom told you that no matter what you do, you must eat on time. When can you not practice? But if you don't eat one meal, you...
..."
Qin Jian stopped what he was doing and listened quietly to his mother's "rebuke".
"Mom, I understand. I will eat on time from now on."
"You just have a mouth, just like your father."
Qin Jian smiled awkwardly and touched his nose, "Mom, what did you have for lunch?"
"Your dad and I made noodles for lunch, mushroom noodles."
"Okay, it's okay to call you. It's just that I haven't seen you call home for a few days. Your sister called home some time ago and said that you have been very busy recently. Your dad and I were thinking about this period.
I didn’t call you. I just said I would give you a call this weekend. Okay, go and eat quickly. Don’t look at your phone when you cross the street. If you don’t have enough money, tell your family.”
"Well, mom, don't worry."
"You and my dad are the same. Pay more attention to your health. I will go back after this period of work. I can stay a few more days this time."
"Okay, Mom knows, let's go eat quickly."
A short phone call, one minute and thirty-seven seconds, is not enough time for an etude.
But it made Qin Jian feel warm and guilty.
After returning from Moscow, he indeed didn't call home a few times.
"I'll go home after recording the dv."
After installing his mobile phone, Qin Jian quickly left 309.