There is no doubt that Pollini was a clever pianist, and Qin Jian was also a little clever occasionally.
So he could sensitively capture what Old Harlin wanted to tell him.
Although Old Harlin did not say it directly, Qin Jian knew that from the perspective of the other party's German-style logical listening, his Second Sonata still lacked thinking in the performance design.
But is he really lacking in thinking? Qin Jian puts a question mark here.
He could not say that what the other party said was wrong, because it was advice given by a very advanced Chopin listener.
Qin Jian did not drift away because he had learned to think, reflect and question.
Just like not every Chopin lover likes Rubinstein's performance, Shen Qingci, as a top Chopin player in Asia, whether he likes Rubinstein is another matter, but he understands that Chopin's Second Piano Sonata should be
The four movements are treated independently.
From this perspective, Harlem Lao and Shen Qingci are on opposite sides on this issue. Their opposition may stem from the different sensory experiences of Polish music in the two regional cultures.
Qin Jian was temporarily caught in this convection and had nothing to do. He could not and did not dare to decide who was right.
Maybe they are both right, after all music is a subjective art.
However, through Old Harlin's narration, Qin Jian gained a deeper understanding of the meaning of Chopin's music in the country of piano at different times.
Just like what Haring said - "Chopin's piano works are the heritage of world music culture."
Music lovers from different periods and regions can study it.
Qin Jian is doing such a thing.
The afternoon passed quickly. Qin Jian listened to the celebrity anecdotes told by old Harlin and asked some questions from time to time, such as what the Chopin Arena looked like in the past.
After the chat, Qin Jian touched the silver-labeled Steinway. The sound and feel were not as good as he expected, but he still praised the piano for being well-preserved.
In the afternoon, Old Harlin stayed with Qin Jian for dinner. Old Mrs. Harlin made crispy and delicious pineapple pie and a sweet soup.
He had tasted this local sweet soup from Hamburg when he was in Germany. It was very good, a hundred times better than the red cabbage soup in Warsaw.
In the evening, Qin Jian went to the old bartender to ask about tomorrow's departure. The old bartender told him that he didn't need to prepare anything and could just leave at noon.
This was Qin Jian's first time attending a classical music festival. Although he did not attend as an invitee, he was still very happy.
As one of the top ten classical music festivals in the world, the Bergen Bells Classical Music Festival has always been known as the second classical music event in Northern Europe.
"I don't know who I will see tomorrow, maybe some old acquaintances."
Back at the hut, Qin Jian translated documents for a while, then played Landlords online, and then quickly ran out of beans.
Duan Ran was still practicing the piano, and Qin Jian felt a little bored for a while.
Rubbing his hands together, he called out the panel.
The backpack that I had not paid attention to in the past two months now has two rows of new items, large and small.
However, they are all boring little things, such as Chris's various potions or some small equipment, which have not improved Qin Jian at this stage.
In addition to the purple crazy potion, it has some practical effects, but there are no large-scale concerts at the moment, so this thing is not used.
Of course, there are also some good things, such as Amadeus' Last Wish, Beethoven's Sonata Collection, Baroque Music and Art History, Intermediate Piano Guide, Chris's Piano Sonata No. 4, and purple gold coin doubling cards and gold
Mysterious event cards, these props with growth potential and rich exploration value are still very good.
It's just that Qin Jian doesn't have time now, and he doesn't have extra worship points to use in the game of life.
He looked at the number of gold coins, which was already 2300,000+, and then looked at the experience value slot on the gold coins that was so full that it was about to burst.
"It turns into a collection-based development game."
"Ding, do you want to upgrade?" A cold electronic voice sounded.
Qin Jian shook his head and chose No.
It's still early, it's still early, it's still early.
After turning off the panel, Qin Jian took out his cell phone and chatted with Fatty for a while.
Fatty has recently become addicted to an online novel about piano.
Qin Jian spent most of the entire chat listening to Fatty talking about this novel.
The fat man brags about how handsome the protagonist is at playing the piano, how well he plays the piano, and how wonderful the story is.
Speaking of which, Qin Jian had read a lot of online novels, and he had also read some novels about classical music, but what were they?
It almost scared him.
Let it go: Forget it, I'm afraid
300-pound smile: Oh, it’s true, go read it. This book is absolutely beautiful, and it’s not exaggerated at all. I feel like the male protagonist can play the piano better than you.
Let It Go:...Book Title
Fatty then sent a book title. When he looked at the title, Qin Jian immediately felt that this must be a book written by a woman.
Three Hundred Pounds of Smile: So what, don’t read the pirated version, go somewhere to support this author, I really rarely see anyone writing such novels
Qin Jian rolled his eyes across the screen, am I a human being?
Then I searched for an app and then this book.
"400,000 is a lot of words, but these three-digit recommendation tickets and single-digit monthly tickets are a bit pitiful."
He scrolled down the comments again. There were a lot of curses in the comments, but there were also a few praises for the author.
"Let's see and then talk."
Just because of the author's name of "Seven Colors Glazed Heart", Qin Jian felt that this book should not be so miserable.
But after reading two chapters, Qin Jian collapsed.
He clicked on the WeChat chat interface and asked the fat man: "This is too bloody, isn't it? Is the male protagonist a deaf person playing a **?
Then the fat man replied: "Didn't Beethoven become deaf later?"
Qin Jian: "Aren't you making excuses?"
Fatty: "Oh, please bear with me and stick to chapter 50. After chapter 50, I won't be able to watch my live broadcast of eating sex."
Too cruel.
Listening to these familiar words, Qin Jian suddenly thought of the comment just now: "Aren't you the little brother who loves to play the flute?"
Fatty: "Shh, trust me, stick to chapter fifty."
Qin Jian: "Okay."
After Fatty's further persuasion, Qin Jian endured it and opened the book again.
After patiently reading a few more chapters, he couldn't help but complain again. No wonder the comments were full of curses.
If you want to write about a handsome man, just say he is handsome.
Why bother? "The smooth and white face reveals the sharp edges and coldness, and under the long and slightly curled eyelashes, there are dark and deep icy eyes, wild and unrestrained." Every time he saw such a description of a character, Qin Jian felt like, "Fuck you."
'a feeling of.
But there is one thing to say, although the plot is bloody and the dialogue between the characters is even more eye-catching... there is simply no way to evaluate it.
But the description and characterization of the music part is really good, and it can be seen that the author really understands it.
When he read the last sentence at the end of Chapter 21, Qin Jian rewarded the author with 100 soft girl coins.
'Mozart is an angel descended to earth, innocent, childish, ignorant, and oblique.'
“It’s so well written.”
Qin Jian was deeply touched by this sentence, and he was so excited that he rewarded him with another 900 yuan.
Became the first ally of this book.
His ID is high on the fan list: Shuyou 20150807001234
The second place is an apprentice: a little brother who loves to play the flute