473. Little Fat Duan? The layout of the big guy behind 160 emails
The sound of the piano begins again on the stage.
Close-up.
Qin Jian's expression became solemn.
He straightened up slightly, his arms and forearms at ninety degrees, changing his previous casual attitude.
Every time he dropped his finger, he only played a clear note.
One note after another, the rhythmic sounds are connected, and soon a familiar classic main melody fragment is presented.
The audience in the audience was stunned and surprised again.
With the sound of the piano, some audience members were already singing silently along with the melody of the music.
‘A big river with wide waves and wind blowing the fragrance of rice and flowers on both sides’
‘My home is here, I live on the shore, and I am used to listening to the boatman’s calls.’
‘I’m used to seeing white sails on ships——’
A clear and translucent piano sound highlights the red theme of the music.
Unconsciously, it evoked memories of several generations.
Just when this soft and lyrical performance of a single melody was about to end, Qin Jian repeated it again.
Just this time.
Music is no longer a single theme.
He added the left hand.
As soon as his left hand passed the keyboard, he started running at a speed that was hard to see clearly.
For a moment, sparkling lights seemed to flash over the stage.
It flickers on and off, making people unconsciously want to find out.
The crisp arpeggios with distinctive folk music patterns in his left hand continue to flow, intertwined with the elegant and steady theme melody in his right hand, as if he is playing an extremely difficult super technical etude with an oriental theme.
Full of atmosphere.
But under the gorgeous appearance of the music, there is still an innocent feeling.
Qin Jian allowed his left hand to sing the splendid twelve-tones, while his right hand always placed the main melody full of national rhythm at the top of the entire music with a performance technique with a strong sense of separation.
It seems that all the complexity is just for paving the way and embellishment, setting off the richness and profoundness of Chinese civilization.
The atmosphere at the scene was gradually ignited by the bold and bold music.
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One afternoon, Qin Jian drove home in a hurry.
It took him a moment to find inspiration, and a minute and a half to turn the inspiration into notes under his fingers.
In the end, it took me an entire afternoon to formulate the notes into the expression I wanted.
The theme melody of more than twenty measures can be played in dozens of different difficult styles at his current level.
But he hopes his lessons don't stop there.
He Jing played Ode to the Yellow River in front of teachers and students at many world-class music schools in Moscow, Lage left his hometown and played Nostalgia at Carnegie Hall in New York, and Chopin, who was facing a national crisis, played Mazurka at the Paris Congress.
Everything reminds Qin Jian of a question about the national soul of the musician.
Although times have changed, some things have not dimmed with history, but have become more dazzling under the current of the times.
Qin Jian found his own answer here.
Once you have something like faith, it will never be influenced again.
So he came up with this independent second creation, which in his opinion was not very bold. Without the help of Fu Hua's score, he relied entirely on himself and spent an afternoon completing the content of less than twenty measures.
adaptation.
His expectations are also very simple, as an introspection on his playing career.
He just wanted to use such a piece to complete a Chinese piano player's small tribute to the motherland on such a festival.
The stage is big or small.
He felt that the soil that had nurtured him for sixteen years in Yangcheng was just right.
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As the music reaches an exhilarating climax.
Qin Jian has completely entered the Qin Jian style of opening and closing. When the arms fall and the hands rise, there will be a chord resonance as strong as a heavy stone.
While his right hand continued to play the crystal clear motive, his left hand sang the main melody like a song.
During repeated alternations, Qin Jian used almost all the eighty-eight keys on the piano.
An impassioned tune!
The poetry of Huayun and Chufeng!
Inspiring performance!
This continuous scene finally pushed the party to its final climax.
"when----------!!!"
The strands of hair on his forehead rose with the last chord of the music.
The picture freezes.
I believe this scene will be remembered by everyone present.
A deep sound that seemed to announce the New Year's bell brought the music to a successful end.
The song ends.
The song ends.
That's applause.
applause.
“Wow————————————”
All three hundred men, women and children stood up and applauded.
The applause of three hundred people created a live feeling like a concert hall with a thousand people. This may be another characteristic of the Chinese national spirit.
Fang Xiaoyu quietly retreated to one side of the stage, completely giving up the center of the stage. She knew that the stage at this moment should belong entirely to Qin Jian.
Facing the overwhelming applause in front of him, Qin Jian's expression gradually returned to the relaxed look he had before taking the stage.
For a moment, he sighed deeply, without raising his hand to wipe the sweat off his chin, he glanced left and right.
Seeing that Fang Xiaoyu had almost retreated to the backstage entrance, he smiled and hurriedly waved for Fang Xiaoyu to come over.
Fang Xiaoyu hesitated for a moment, but finally listened to the master's words.
The two masters and apprentices bowed together at the end.
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Three days later.
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After the last moment of the Yangcheng Spring Festival Gala, Qin Jian felt that he had entered a very strange state recently.
This is a very magical feeling.
This sense of wonder does not come from the video of his performance that has been circulating in most of Guangzhou in the past two days, nor does it come from the attention that some enthusiasts have posted on the Internet of his performance video, which has attracted a lot of attention in a small area.
It has nothing to do with anything outside, all feelings come from his heart.
It's like a sublimation.
He knew that it originated from the last part of my country.
From creation to revision to rehearsal to revision again, until the moment before going on stage, he had never had such a big impact on his mood after the performance of "My Motherland".
When all the emotions in his mind were fully expressed on the final stage, he realized that those things that existed were far hotter than he imagined.
Later, Qin Gang specifically asked him what was going through his mind when he played "My Motherland".
"I didn't think about anything. I just wanted to play this piece of music well and get excited." Qin Jian answered with a smile at that time.
Very simple answer.
However, Qin Jian has also been reflecting on another issue in the past two days.
"Is it too ostentatious to adapt my motherland?"
Judging from the entire passage he adapted, ultra-long-distance octave jumps abound, and percussion-like double-note rolls can be seen everywhere.
Qin Jian played with these piano techniques that were far beyond the outline like a child playing with dolls.
While listening to the audience's cheers, he was also asking himself if this was the right thing to do.
The audience is the listener, and you are the creator.
Of course, maybe he really wanted to think about this matter consciously, or maybe he was just being pretentious.
So whether Qin Jian was showing off his skills today, was really being pretentious, or was he just pretending to reflect.
We are all.
February 22, 2015, Qin Jian turned 19 years old again today.
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As for the answer to this question, let’s put a question mark for now.
There is a local saying in Yangcheng: half a year old eats milk and one year old crawls. People can talk as big as they are.