I play the piano in the comprehensive world

Gou Juanjing, who was chased off the shelves, didn't find the song he wanted to sing. He rarely listened to popular songs, and the list of songs that slid down was all kinds of pianists, which was far from the playlists of his peers.Fortunately, other people lightened the burden for him and made a smaller list. After listening to the songs on Goujuanjing, he chose "loser" with great difficulty, and then bit the bullet under the strong recommendation of others. Selected "Ghost of the Sea"*.

After listening to the whole piece, Gou Juanjing's only thought was: "Maybe I won't be able to learn the next piece..."

"It's okay, it's okay! The most important thing is your heart!"

"Try it first, maybe there will be surprises?"

"It's really not good, we don't have to perform in the end!"

So even after the exam, Gou Juanjing entered a new singing hell.

After listening to the whole piece, Mozart began to laugh at him: "As soon as I listen to it, I know that Xiao Jing doesn't have many failures."

"Eh?"

"I'm not talking about failure like Liszt's. I really fell a somersault, and fell to the point where my head was bloody. The sense of failure, unwillingness, emptiness and self-denial came one after another. I felt that everything was too boring. , the frustration that there is no point in doing anything by yourself.”

The Austrian propped his chin on the computer desk, his fingers covered half of his face, his eyes were soft, the corners of his mouth were slightly curved, half a smile was not a smile, he couldn't tell what was wrong, it was different from the usual feeling, you could tell it just by looking at it This is a man with a story.

"The meaning of the humanities is given by human beings, whether it is words or music, all expressions and meanings are things added by oneself. When you deny these things yourself, everything will have no meaning. "

Mozart looked directly at the dog's eyes at the other end of the screen, as if a person was standing in front of him, and the two looked at each other without hindrance. In front of the behemoth, "Jepense, doncjesuis.*"

Gou Juanjing was stunned: "I think, therefore I am."

"When 'I' stops thinking, where is 'I'?" The serious Mozart quickly smiled, just like his previous smiling appearance, without any trace of the aura just now. "Don't put on such a serious expression, the meaning of this song is not that deep, it's just that I suddenly thought of this question."

"The lyrics of this song, the first half is self-doubt and self-denial, the middle is self-encouragement and cheering, and the last is Jedi rebound."

Gou Juanjing suddenly realized that although the Austrian always smiles innocently like a child, he is not a real child. He is a musician who has created his own music style and has great influence.

"You can continue this thinking later. For now, let's first express the feeling of being bad at the front, followed by the faint sarcasm and black sense of humor, as well as the final unwillingness... Anyway, let's first express the first layer. Let’s express our feelings.”

"It's also in the lyrics, hesitation, bluff, express it with your singing!"

That being said, Gou Juan Jing couldn't get that feeling no matter how much he practiced.

People who have not experienced the trough can hardly understand the feeling of lying in the mud and looking up at the starry sky.

This time Xiao Jing was really frustrated.

The dog curls up and shuts himself up.

The instructor Mozart did not sympathize with him at all, and even took a photo of the little autism and shared it with the big geese.

"Xiao Jing's singing is not bad." Mendelssohn heard the boy hum a few words, his voice full of youthful feeling, which is very attractive.

Then the conductor was glared at by the other geese, especially the big Liszt goose, who was the first to fly up and nag him.

Chopin, who usually always stood up, was holding Mozart's mobile phone at this time, and listened to the part of Goujuanjing's audition over and over again, feeling like a freshly baked cake, soft and soft.

Mozart watched them quarreling angrily, and saw Chopin when he turned his head, and turned his head considerately, pretending not to see it.

Don’t look at the black-bellied appearance of the Poles who are always confident and calm about everything. In fact, they used to be sensitive and slender, and cared a lot about other people’s words and opinions. Mozart always felt that he made himself live too hard... When did it start? up?The Austrian thought about it carefully and determined the time: after meeting Xiao Jing.

After accepting his disciples, he didn't even read his own music reviews and online reviews very much. When he had time, he read Xiao Jing's news and comments, and then discussed piano teaching with Czerny.What made Mozart laugh and cry the most was that Chopin, a great music master, actually went to other people's master classes, filled several notebooks, and created a lot of etudes in the past few years, and his style of music has become tougher.

By the way, when Xiaojing Basai played "Winter Wind", he was very happy.It wasn't obvious on the surface, but Mozart saw him secretly swiping the video, not many times, probably about [-] million times.

Mozart stroked his chin: If you are a father, you are strong?

……

Brother Goujuan practiced singing for a week and failed to practice well. As a result, Chopin could only see the top of the young boy's head limply when he was videoing him, and he couldn't help laughing for a while.

A fluffy one, looks and feels good.

"Can't you practice well?"

"I can't practice well." The voice of the original singer has its own sense of sadness. In the song with a strong rhythm, the lyrics are very fast. There is obviously no drag, but the feeling of being hit can be vividly experienced.

"I can't practice well..."

Cute little whine.

Chopin thought of Mendelssohn's child, who was about the same age as Xiaojing, who had entered the rebellious period and gave Mendelssohn a headache, but Xiaojing didn't look like a rebellious period at all, and instead grew cuter and cuter.

When I was a child, I had a little angel's face, so I wouldn't act like a baby.

"I think you can try it with your current mood." Chopin said: "Different from instrumental music, singing is a very direct response. When playing the piano, people's brains will be required to think, pass it to the fingers, and then The sound can only be produced by manipulating the instrument with fingers, and in this conversion process, many subtle operations can bring out richer emotional expressions, but vocal music is different."

"—it is more direct and quicker, piercing the skin of a person like a sword, and directly conveying a single strong emotion."

"I think Xiao Jing has always been good at this."

"If it doesn't work, then don't worry about the original singing." Chopin gave him a very unreliable but practical solution: "Xiao Jing is Xiao Jing, wouldn't it be better to deal with Xiao Jing? How? I knew it when I played the piano, but now I forget it?"

The Poles got their wish and saw the little disciple refreshed again.

It's so coaxing.

Their conversation somehow turned to Mozart.

Chopin pondered for a while, and said: "As the leader of the Romance Club, Beethoven and Mozart are actually two musicians with completely different creative ideas. Beethoven is willing to use music to express the joys and sorrows of life, resistance and struggle. My own life is integrated into my own music. But Mozart is just the opposite, he is willing to use music to express his joyful side, but rarely brings his anger and negativity into music."

"Different personalities?"

"There are also reasons for this, and it has more to do with life experience." Chopin thought for a while, and Xiao Jing has also reached the age to take this lesson, "You have also played many works by writers, like mine. , Liszt, Debussy, Beethoven, Mozart, Tchaikovsky, etc., how do you feel?"

Gou Juanjing thought about it carefully, "The habits of the works are different, the effects presented are very different, and the themes expressed will also be very different."

"That's right. To sum it up, life experience leads to different creative ideas." The Poles still used Mozart as an example: "We all know that Mozart debuted as a child prodigy when he was very young, and until now there is no one who is better than him. Smaller, more talented kids made their debut at that age, but in reality Mozart's magical aura was a childhood of constant touring, and he never lived in one place for long before he was 16, and had little time for anything but practice. A vacuum that has been exposed to other things.*”

"The experience of this period had a great influence on Mozart's character."

Gou Juanjing remembered the gossip that the teachers talked about before, and asked in a low voice, "Spending money like running water?"

"Hahaha." Mozart, who spends money lavishly, is also a magical phenomenon in their romantic club. He looks like a moonlight clan, and he will go to the house of his colleagues to eat at the end of the month.

Chopin winked at him, and the old Polish man somehow became more playful, which excited Gou Juanjing.

"That's part of it, too. There are various issues such as flirtatiousness, love of prom parties, and so on." In terms of private life style, Mozart is actually not much better than Liszt.

However, compared to the latter, Mozart is particularly good at coaxing women, so that he is not making a fuss like Liszt now, supporting a street of tabloids.

"However, Mozart also experienced a long period of trough. His trough was longer and earlier than we imagined. Everyone thought he couldn't get up." This past is a bit sad to say, "So When he listens to your song, he might really feel a little bit."

In the new week, Mozart auditioned again after listening to Goujuanjing, and complained bluntly: "Did Chopin give you some magical little pill? You got enlightened so quickly?"

Gou Juanjing was taken aback.

He said again, "Could it be that I told you about me?"

Dog Juanjing: "..."

The musical genius showed embarrassment mixed with anger, anger and a little speechlessness, and when Gou Juanjing was about to explain, his emotions were quickly digested by himself. "Forget it, okay, let's move on to the next song."

Dog Juanjing: "..."

The words that have been brewing for a long time are held back again.

Seeing him deflated, Mozart laughed: "It's not a big deal, I'm not angry. I can find a newspaper to write about my little experience. If I want to be angry, I'm already angry enough."

"And life is not limited to those."

"In addition to sadness, there will be happiness, and in addition to sadness, there will be joy."

"These are the most important." The little musician said with a smile: "Just like your songs, compared with techniques, lyrics, and original ideas, what you want to express is the most important, and your feelings are the most real. Yes, what you want to convey is your purpose on stage."

For the first time, Gou Juanjing has a deep understanding of the essence of music—music is the medium for emotional display, expression, and transmission.