technical type

If the difficulty of chime bells lies in the difficulty of imagining how it plays court music in conjunction with other instruments, then the difficulty of drums lies in the smoothness of power.

In Ji Mo's heart, Kuang Yuan has always been the kind of elegant gentleman with a bit of a hermit's demeanor. Even though sometimes he seems to be extreme and paranoid, not so talkative and neurotic, but most of the time, he still has the demeanor of a wild crane. of.

Such a person, when playing the qin, really feels like a high mountain and flowing water. When playing the flute, he is like a crane in the mountains, curling up in the clouds. Other musical instruments, even the chime bells used in the fettered court music, can also feel a little Leisurely fun in the mountains is not mediocre.

So much so that the music he played left the impression in Ji Mo's heart that it was high, clean, and elegant, with an indescribable sense of detachment.

The above impressions cannot be said to be wrong, but they are too one-sided after all.

It was the first time Ji Mo saw Kuang Yuan playing drums, and it was also the first time Ji Mo saw Kuang Yuan's image subverted so much.

There is a rope tied to his body, and the two wide sleeves are fully pulled up, exposing his arms, and the completely exposed forearm, with the swing of the drumstick, reveals the muscle lines. Light or heavy, fast or fast, they all step on the drums, making people feel the feeling that the heart is beating with the beat.

After a while, the sound vibrates to the heart, all internal organs seem to vibrate with this rhythm, I don’t know if it also has this kind of heartfelt feeling when listening to it from a distance, but Ji Mo who is standing nearby has indeed refreshed himself Is it possible to feel like this?

I never thought that watching people beat drums can also see the beauty of power. That kind of beauty is conveyed through the beat of the drum. The sense of hearing seems to take precedence over the sight. The beauty of strength.

Drumming is really a matter that requires a lot of strength. Seeing Kuang Yuan's forehead sweating quickly and seeing his muscles exerting force, Ji Mo understands that if he wants to do it, he probably needs to exercise. Only the body can do it. I really thought that being fluttering with immortal energy means being weak, so I'm afraid I won't be able to beat drums like this.

After a whole period of music was over, Ji Mo thought it was over, but Kuang Yuan simply took the rope, pulled off the collar, and let the upper body get out from the collar, exposing it to the outside, the solid muscle lines are not clumsy, but appear beautiful.

The wide sleeves are tied around the waist, loose and loose, as if there is an extra short skirt covering the toga, sweat flows from the grooves in the muscles, the complexion is not completely white, nor has it been devastated by the scorching sun, It was the natural flesh color, which seemed to have a scorching heat.

"It's been a long time since I played the drums, and I really want to be happy like this."

Kuang Yuan didn't back down, stood in front of the big drum, and waved the drumsticks again. He didn't know how to dance, but he would stamp his feet vigorously on certain drum beats, or add a "drink" to open his mouth wide. The combination of hitting movements, coupled with such strength, inexplicably gave him a heroic spirit that Kuang Yuan had never had before.

The drumbeat is heavy and desolate, and a harmonious point has been found in the music, so the strong feeling is fierce, the ancient road is deserted, and the west wind is thin.

The piece of music that connects notes one by one seems to be like ink on the end of a brush, sometimes sketched in detail, sometimes swayed with a big brush, and finally constitutes a scene of expedition.

This song, send away people, hope Chang'an.

This music, played triumphantly, looking forward to the way home.

If there are thousands of troops and horses, just in front of your eyes, with the drums beating, the flags flying, the west wind is strong, and the horses hissing, have the armor been lost by the wind and sand, and the soldiers may see Chang'an again?

I don't know the song, so it is deep.

I don't know how to be happy, so I lightly.

Where the music can't reach, is there anyone who has fought bloody battles for this, and how many people can return home in red?

It seems that there is a low wall at the foot, there seems to be a wilderness in the distance, and there seems to be countless eyes on the back, which makes the drum sound dull. It is the power that falls after the hearts jump, and it is a kind of missing sad.

Did the place where the head was thrown away also have such a musical sound to guide it, so that the souls of the dead should not lose their way?

Painting has a painting environment, looking at the painting is like being in the painting, you can feel the painter's brushstrokes, if your mind has already entered the painting, you are drawn by the painting, and you are on the scene.

Music, there is also a happy environment.

If the local dialects are connected, thousands of miles are like old friends.

It seems that the sound spreads to heaven and earth, and a trace of gratitude in the sky and earth is also transmitted to the person who hears the music, so that he can understand something, feel something, walk into the music played by the musician, and feel the music. What is entrusted and expressed in the music.

Look at the high clouds and far away that day, it is a leisurely scenery,

Look at the wind blowing the leaves, it is a bleak autumn mood,

Look at the deserted wilderness, it is desolate and cold,

Look at the yellow sand all over the sky, it is a piece of intense love.

The lower part of the music is thinking, sorrow, farewell, separation and affection.

The high point of the music is thought, joy, seeing, gathering like duckweed.

The soft and gentle one may be the beauty with her waist swirling and her skirt flying, making her hair sway in golden steps, shaking her beautiful face.

The high-spirited and agitated one may be the triumphant return of the soldiers, the gold and iron horses, making the silver light on the armor cold, piercing people's eyes.

One tight sound is urgent, and one short sound is short sound.

It seems that there is a long sound, dragging out some aftertaste, rubbing the heart again, and inverting the sound of the drum...

I don't know how long it has passed, the time was lost in the music, and when Ji Mo recovered from the colorful scene in the music, Kuang Yuan had already stopped his hands, and a drum full of sweat was squeezed out. The mallet was placed on the shelf, and it looked like it was unknown again.

Ji Mo handed over the cloth towel, and he felt that Kuang Yuan was like a sunset whose brilliance was fading, his blood was warm and his blood was getting colder.

"It's been a long time since I played drums, but I've relieved a lot of depression and become more transparent."

Kuang Yuan wiped the sweat off his body with a cloth towel, put on his clothes casually, his skirts were not straightened, and sat with his arms slightly open, watching the scene of the wind blowing through the courtyard, quite comfortable.

Ji Mo could see that he was in good spirits, his eyes were shining brightly, had the depression that came out with the sweat really been released?

After a long silence, Kuang Yuan calmed down and began to explain drumming skills to Ji Mo.

All good-sounding musical sounds are learned initially, note by note.

The same goes for drumming skills.

Unlike chimes, which are also percussion instruments, drumming needs to be crisp.

"Dare to fight!"

This was Kuang Yuan's first request. After he asked Ji Mo to try it, he pointed out Ji Mo's problem.

"Don't think about you, don't think about what you are doing, you should only have this drum in your eyes, life or death is all in this beating."

Kuang Yuan asked Ji Mo to try again, let him forget everything, just look at the drum, use force, but not the kind of force that must break the skin of the drum, he should be straightforward, and the drumstick should not be rubbed against the surface of the drum. Leave behind the noise that doesn't make much noise but is enough to procrastinate.

"Everything in the world, only in this beating, don't think about other things, just do it with all your heart!"

Compared with the skills when playing the flute, or the skills when playing the flute, you should pay more attention to the careful, elegant and dignified side. When playing the drums, don't think so much, just open and close.

As long as you open and close, throw your arms away, and make as big a movement as you want.

"Nothing can bind you, not clothes, not heaven and earth."

If the sound of the zither still has a part that conforms to the heavens and responds to people, conveying the principles of heaven and earth, and the love in the world, then the sound of the drums has a little more destructive desire, which is to smash everything into pieces. Hitting, and the unhappiness there, all vented in the beating.

But it's not just about venting, if it's just for venting, it's inferior, so when the emotions are agitated, how to express them, every beat must have your own heart sound.

Happiness or unhappiness, joy or displeasure, there must always be some emotions, which are all expressed through the sound of drums in this kind of expression.

It's like the sound of injustice.

Hearing this kind of request, Ji Mo felt a little bloody. He picked up the drumsticks, just like a soldier who picked up a weapon. What he wants is to go out, what he wants is to fight, what he wants is to die in battle. Self-righteous forward.

That feeling, the feeling he experienced from Kuang Yuan's drumbeat, became a very useful experience at this moment, allowing Ji Mo to understand where he should work hard.

Of course, it is impossible for him to imitate Kuang Yuan's appearance in the end, but at least he knows where the gap is and how to narrow the gap, and at the same time inject his own emotions.

A moving piece of music does not need to pay attention to any instrument or tune, it needs the emotion injected by the musician, that is the soul of the piece.

Only such music is worthy of the allusion of seeking a bosom friend in the mountains and rivers.

Because of Kuang Yuan's devotion to the two drum pieces, every time Ji Mo practiced drumming, all he could think of was the drum sound played by Kuang Yuan. Is that the sound of Kuang's?

Is it the emotion that has been condensed into the music that makes Kuang's voice different?

If anyone were to play the drums, the sound of the drums would not be the sound of Kuang Yuan's. Is this difference the reason why Kuang's voice is admired?

For many days, Ji Mo's mood has been turbulent, as if he was immersed in the drum music and never got out. He didn't know whether this situation was good or bad, but he felt as if he was being enlightened, quickly grasping Drumming skills, and these skills into their own use.

In just one month, he was able to play a complete drum, but the emotion in the drum was still a bit weak.

"Don't be like me, Kuang's voice, treat everyone as different."

After listening to it once, Kuang Yuan gave such a warning.

Ji Mo nodded. Those who learn from me will live, and those who resemble me will die. This principle is not difficult to understand. What he has to do is to use what he has learned, instead of becoming a copy of others.

Seeing that he responded, Kuang Yuan didn't say much about it, but continued to tell Ji Mo about the application of drums. After learning the skills of big drums, there are also small drums. It seems that there is a difference of one word, but the size is different. In fact, the difference in skills is quite large, and you still need to learn it with your heart.