Divorce at the beginning forced to become a full-time artist

"Stupid penguins timidly hide their obese bodies under the cliffs... only the proud petrels are brave and free to fly over the foaming sea!"

Ang Lee chanted while playing.

At this moment, the sound from the piano is extremely low, it is a kind of energy that has been stored for a long time, and it is an undercurrent.

"The clouds grew darker and lower, and pressed down on the sea, while the waves sang, and rushed high into the air to meet the thunder."

"Thunder roared. The waves shouted in angry spray, contending with the strong wind. Behold, the strong wind hugged the layers of huge waves tightly, and threw them viciously on the cliffs, and smashed these large pieces of emerald into dust clouds and mince."

At this time, the music on the piano has begun to become passionate and enthusiastic.

Just like when Ang Lee played "The Waves" before, the sound coming from the piano at this moment is frightening!

But at this time, under Ang Lee's superb piano performance, amidst the incomparably turbulent waves, Haiyan's sharp cry sounded again.

This is an incomparably superb piano playing technique. It can play two sounds at the same time. This piano technique alone has made countless people in the room beyond their reach.

"Petrels shouted and flew, like black lightning, arrows piercing through the dark clouds, and their wings picked up the spray of the waves."

"Behold, it flies like a spirit, - the proud, black spirit of the storm, - and it laughs, and it howls again... It laughs at the clouds, and it howls with joy!"

"The wind howls...the thunder rumbles..."

"Heaps of dark clouds, like blue flames, burn on the bottomless sea. The sea catches the flashes of lightning and extinguishes them in its own abyss. The shadows of these lightnings, like fiery snakes, meander in the sea Swimming and disappearing in a flash.

--storm!The storm is coming! "

"Here is the brave petrel, soaring proudly over the roaring sea, amidst the lightning; this is the victorious seer who cries:—Let the storm come harder!"

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The poem I was supposed to write was "Patience", but I thought many people wanted to see Haiyan, so I changed the plot!The change is more in line with "Haiyan".cough cough.

Chapter 208 Conquer everyone with personal strength!A mysterious phone call arrives!

Ang Lee's poem has been recited.

His "Song of Haiyan" has also finished playing.

Li An stood up and bowed slightly to everyone in the hotel to show respect.

This is a courtesy after the performance, which has been integrated into Ang Lee's bones.

When the verse falls, when the melody falls.

All the musicians in the hotel from all over the world looked at the young man with a cropped head, a pale face and bright eyes on the stage with complicated eyes.

At this moment, they have no way to use redundant language to express.

They have only one thought: great, great.

"When I heard this piece of music and this poem, my mind was full of images."

"I saw a petrel running through the huge waves. I saw a petrel who was not afraid of any difficulties. My God, this is a petrel that is not afraid of any difficulties!"

"This Haiyan song, this Haiyan song, makes me feel so excited and my blood boils when I listen to it for no reason."

"Me too, I can't tell why, after I heard this song, I remembered my past self. In order to become an excellent violinist, I encountered difficulties one after another. At that time, I was not afraid at all. Difficult, just like this petrel."

"This poem and this song can be called classics."

"The most astonishing thing is that such a classic was created by him immediately!"

"It may be that he created it early, but that is not important anymore. Because this piece of music and this poem are so good, being able to create this poem and this song can already be said to be extremely good and amazing .”

"Is he really a Huaguo person? Are Huaguo people really so good? It's unimaginable, it's really unimaginable."

Everyone muttered to themselves.

Many musicians have never been to Huaguo. They heard from friends, family members and news that Huaguo is bad. Their contempt for Huaguo is deep-rooted but they cannot understand it.

And Ang Lee's performance completely broke their impression of the Chinese people.

At this moment, Triste and Mortris on the edge of the stage looked pale.

"Terry, what did I hear? You tell me what I heard?"

Mortris' voice trembled.

Trieste said: "What you hear is Haiyan, a poem and song that makes your heart boil involuntarily."

Mortris raised his hand to grab his braids, and then tugged hard, as if it would wake him up.

After pulling, Mortris took a deep breath, and said, "My God, it's unimaginable, it's unimaginable... It's like seeing Jesus descend from the sky, you know? The point is that I don't believe in Jesus at all. of!"

"The emotion of this prose poem is so direct, it hits my heart directly like a hammer, and the emotional infection it brings to me ranks among the top ten poems I have seen!"

"The most important thing is that he improvised it on the spot, and played it at the same time as a piece of music. This is so abnormal and amazing."

Mortris remembered what Li An said just now, and then his whole face turned pale.

"His research on poetry has indeed surpassed me! Don't let me improvise, even if I spend half a year thinking about it, I'm afraid I can't write such a poem."

"Is this really an oriental poet? Why are his prose poems so good?"

"Is it really my lack of knowledge?"

Mortris had already begun to repel himself a little.

He stared blankly at Li An on the stage, thinking that just now he said Huaguo's poetry was dross in front of people, but thinking about it now is ridiculous.

……

After the performance, Li An stood up and said slowly: "All the performances are over, and the atmosphere of the exchange meeting before this music festival is also very good."

"However, I have some words that have been held in my heart for a long time, and I want to say them here."

After Li An took a deep breath, he said in calm and indifferent words:

"Since I came to Suzhou, we have been treated unfairly."

"We booked a hotel but were not allowed to stay, so in the end we could only play on the floor; we came here to participate in the pre-match meeting, but we were rejected by everyone. Mortis said that our Huaguo poetry is dross, and Triest set up a circle Want to embarrass me."

"But it doesn't matter."

"Because this is a world that speaks with strength!"

"I don't care about the trap you set for me. No matter how you set it up, I can handle it with ease. Because I have put in a lot of hard work, I can easily solve the problems in your eyes."