world number one pianist

Chapter 38 Self-interpretation of musical images.

Zhao Zitong took the lollipop from He Shen's hand, tore open the outer packaging casually, and frowned at He Shen.

She put the lollipop directly into her mouth, and said slightly vaguely.

"Hey, how is your performance? Your performance is not bad, at least it meets my standards. It sounds very nice. Keep up the good work."

Zhao Zitong raised her chin slightly, revealing her slender swan neck.

But when He Shenzhi glanced at her inexplicably, he asked with a little doubt.

"What are you talking about? When did I ask you if my performance met your requirements?"

"Huh? Didn't you ask me just now, how is your playing?"

Zhao Zitong froze, turned his head to look at He Shen in embarrassment, and asked uncertainly.

"Of course, I'm asking you how I play."

He Shen nodded, but when Zhao Zitong breathed a sigh of relief, he continued.

"But I told you before I went on stage, I play, you listen, listen to my performance, think about what I am playing, I want to ask you, what do you hear in my music ?”

"Forehead……"

Zhao Zitong fell silent suddenly, looked around in embarrassment, stretched out his hand and scratched his head, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Seeing her bewildered look, He Shen guided with as kind a tone as possible.

"What I want to ask you is, what do you hear in my music? What do you see? Why do I play like this? Have you thought about it?"

"Thinking, there must be some, but you let me think about it..."

Zhao Zitong touched her chin in embarrassment, and licked the lollipop in her mouth with her tongue. The strong sweet taste shook her spirits, and a burst of complaints suddenly surged in her heart.

Why is it so strange to buy a lollipop for a cheap teacher?The previous one was so spicy, this one is so sweet, isn't there a normal lollipop?

However, looking at He Shen's serious eyes, she couldn't answer the question, so she coughed lightly, squeezed the few remaining brain cells in her brain, and said in a low voice.

"That, um... I just seemed to hear a sense of calm and peace from the beginning, and then there was a conflict in the middle, and the conflict ended suddenly with an extremely dissonant interval? Finally, it returned to calm, probably Such a plot?"

Zhao Zitong asked uncertainly, and He Shen nodded slightly.

"Well, yes, at least you heard the outline of a story, Chopin's Second Ballade, the outline of a story is just like what you just said, an ordinary village is about to be slaughtered by outsiders, and the people in the village I pray for God's mercy, and hope that the flood will wipe out the village and all the people who were slaughtered."

"I divided the whole into three parts. This ballade is a combination of the principle of sonata-style theme contrast and the principle of rondo-style, which is also determined by the clues of creative conception and musical image development."

"Compared with Chopin's reference work, Mickiewicz's long poem "Svetec Lake", we can draw several very distinct musical images, idyll, killing, and elegy."

"These are the overall musical images. You can choose other musical images, but the overall theme is still similar to the theme of this piece."

"The second is the line of my work. I pay great attention to the line of the right hand. I use the arc of the wrist as the direction of the line, and cooperate with the overall sound to create a musical image."

"No matter how you create different musical images, you should at least have an image in your heart."

"Obviously, you do it, you have the image, and then you work on that image."

Seeing that Zhao Zitong was a little sleepy, He Shen patted her on the shoulder helplessly, woke up the already confused Zhao Zitong, and led her to leave the concert hall first, and walked towards the outside of the grand theater.

Once outside the theater, the cold wind blowing at the door stimulated Zhao Zitong's originally dazed nerves. She immediately walked out of the previous daze, took out the lollipop stick in her mouth, and flicked it casually , Throw it in the trash can.

He Shen walked to her side and continued to ask.

"So, have you considered the musical image contained in your Chopin Ballade No. [-]?"

"Music image? Let me see..."

Zhao Zitong gradually recalled what He Shen said before, regardless of whether the ground was dirty, she gathered her skirt and sat directly on the steps, slowly thinking about her own Chopin Ballade No. [-].

He Shen was not in a hurry, just stood there, waiting for her answer.

After a while, she opened her mouth slowly and asked in an uncertain tone.

"I think it's sacrifice and patriotism."

"The tragic beginning, the singing like a stringed instrument, tells the sorrow of the subjugation of the country, holds the hope for the restoration of the country, and finally, self-sacrifice."

After finishing speaking, she looked at He Shen, her eyes were a little perturbed, she had guessed all these, and she had no idea whether this was correct or not.

Unexpectedly, He Shen nodded!
He Shen walked to Zhao Zitong's side, sat down as well, and spoke slowly.

"That's right, at least your overall thinking has not gone astray, and you can play according to this thinking."

"Eh? Is there no standard answer?"

Zhao Zitong was a little surprised.

When He Shen heard Zhao Zitong's words, he suddenly smiled. He just wanted to reach out and rub her head, but felt that the relationship between the two of them hadn't reached this level yet, so he couldn't help but retract, scratched his head, and said helplessly.

"Music, where is the standard answer? Chopin has been dead for so many years, unless he is dug out of the grave, resurrected, and asked what he was thinking when he wrote this work, otherwise where is the standard?"

"and……"

He Shen suddenly paused, thinking of the system in his mind, to a certain extent, he had indeed had a conversation with Chopin, he couldn't help hesitating.

"And if you really listen to Chopin's ideas, it may not be the best when you play, because this is not your personal version, but Chopin's version."

"Thousands of people have thousands of faces, 1 people have 1 Hamlets, who knows which person's version is the best?"

"Lang Liangyue, for example, played Chopin very badly, without the taste of Chopin at all, or in other words, he played many things, which did not have the taste of a composer, but all of them were his own taste, but you can say that he played Are you doing well?"

"Completely follow the composer's opinion, or interpret it yourself. This is not positive or negative, black or white, right or wrong, but two flowers in common."

"Of course, there is a premise for this, which is to do so on the basis of a thorough understanding of the work. After all, the adaptation is not made up or made up."

He Shen felt that he had said too much, and Zhao Zitong obviously couldn't accept it, so he shook his head, took out a lollipop from his pocket, carefully unfolded the plastic paper, received it in his arms, and handed it to Zhao Zitong .

"Keep practicing, you will understand when you reach that level."

(End of this chapter)