musicians of old

Chapter 342 The First Movement: The Poem of Awakening (19): Emblem
ah!Is that so?

After hearing her brother's question, An made a sudden realization expression.

"Mr. Feili, after we leave tomorrow, can you find some time to help me choose a handful of glue..." She made a decision, but before she could finish her sentence, her father Chretien made a silent gesture, targeting She, too, aimed at Troy.

An subconsciously covered her small mouth, only to realize that Mr. Scheler was still sitting with the piano in his arms, without looking up.

The two troubadours opposite him continued to sit upright and did not answer Troy's question.

The "Guide" Marseille Negu also stood behind the tree holding a cup, without saying a word.

An also likes to sing on weekdays. At this moment, many people with musical literacy, including her, realize that the inspiration for Scheler's "Love in the Court" this time seems to be more than an art song. The "Good Night" just now narrates Structurally, it is obviously only the function of "drawing the curtain".

A suite, a long poem!
Although his complete creation cannot be completed overnight, his current inspiration is obviously still abundant.

""Weather Vane"." Fanning announced the name of the second art song in a soft and low voice.

He plucked the two strings with his fingers, and played a unison in A minor with intervals of octaves and changing rhythms. The melody fell into a trough on the way down, bringing a series of trills like a breeze.

Luna listened blankly, there were so many surprising points at the moment, Mr. Scheler's musical accomplishments, endless poetry inspiration, 5 pounds a guitar and superb effects... But these points were all thrown away by her. Afterwards, she just thought over and over, what kind of past did this troubadour go through to write such an unforgettable art song?

With a song of more than one minute, many people feel like they have been stabbed in the heart.

Fan Ning only felt that he had become extremely emotional during the singing. The time of his previous life, the pictures of the Northern Continent, the fireworks in the New Year's sky in the first different world, the summer time at the Saint-Ophrony Manor... all came to mind irresistibly. , Even the emotional principles of "awe, focus, restraint and not disappointing" that I once built seemed to be loose.

Troy listened blankly, and even Masai Negu, the knight who had just announced his goal, began to look blurred and distorted at this moment.

If tears feel hot,

The wind fiddled with its direction.

Then the rhythm under Fan Ning's fingertips was very rapid, the phrase structure was relatively long, the tonality was changing repeatedly, and there was an extended pause between the dense phrases, as if the protagonist was shouting anxiously and panting exhaustedly, The exquisite presentation technique gradually pushes the emotions to a climax:
"The wind plays with the heart wantonly on the roof,
It's like being in the house and no one knows.

""Frozen Teardrop",""Frozen",""The Bodhi Tree""

In my eyes it is,
The impermanence of fate. "

Never count on it. "

The trainee troubadour Philip suddenly shouted, breaking the silence in the hotel courtyard.

""River of Tears"." After making a decision, he brushed aside his thoughts and announced the name of the sixth song to everyone, "I'm tired of inspiration tonight, so stop here."

Under the gloomy E minor chord, Fanning plucked slow, peculiar triplets and dotted rhythm patterns, as if brewing some stagnant and painful inner monologue.

What a desperate love!What kind of experience do you have to have to write such a poem and compose such a melody?
Burning black olives and dates were beeping and beeping.

will melt the deep snow,

As the long poem progressed, Fan Ning once again experienced the "sense of being watched" and "sense of creativity" during the piano test.

And the unison texture under the fingertips has been replaced by waves of decomposed chords and strums, and the narrative perspective seems to have temporarily changed:
"If he would raise his eyes,
Keep your eyes on the roof.

Snow flower, you understand my longing,

Then the protagonist recalls the bodhi tree in his hometown.The warm sunshine of the past is no longer there, but now wandering and wandering, enduring the biting cold wind, and hearing the rustling of leaves in a trance, it seems to say to myself, "Go home, I will wait for you quietly here." Long time no The major melody, which is comforting and infinitely melancholy...

When the guitar stopped, everyone was intoxicated by different illusions, and regarded the vague taste of these illusions as real wine.

Just to her house. "

He will know that the lover's fidelity,

why should i suffer

The body is frozen, and the minutes and seconds of the past and the lover have been condensed in the depths of the protagonist's heart, which is vivid and indelible...

Including Fan Ning himself, everyone's eyes looked to a relatively high place in the courtyard——

Fan Ning's left hand switched between the frets without a trace, but he closed his eyes when he plucked it, and all the deep memories of the past turned into a bitter croon at the end:
"It will take you through the village,
through the noisy streets.

...and let the tears flow down the stream.Troy was in a daze.

"If you feel your tears burning, you are at her house."

My burning sorrow. "

"There are really special things about performing music in this country, such as extremely strong emotions, sense of substitution and appeal. Something seems to be born around me..."

Will break the hard ice.

Drunkenness, quiet night, love poems, rising bonfires, all of these are easily mixed with throbbing, and unknowingly force people to tears.

still let me cry,
Flowing down the stream? "

Troy burst into tears, and felt that such emotional outlets were very comfortable. He already felt that Mr. Scheele was undoubtedly a more suitable teacher for learning.

Fan Ning's voice is delicate and calm, as if to conceal the depression and sorrow that the protagonist feels when he accidentally sees the "weather vane" on the road.

The ending, the continuous ascending chromatic scale, followed by the low vibrato, only left the audience with a silhouette of the wind still blowing the weathervane.

"Emblem! He has the emblem of the blessing of the 'Fanghua Poet'!"

Sad and cold ballads, sad tears, extremely lost and powerless sighs...

"If you feel your tears burning, you are at her house?"

Troy and Marseille bowed their heads silently, the girls were sobbing slightly, Luna leaned on the ground slightly towards Fanning's position, tears dripped down her cheeks and chin on the gravel.

The tone of the music is changed in the 19th measure, and the transferred G major is gentler than before, giving people a short-term fantasy and hope, but like an illusory bubble, it only increases troubles:
"When the earth turns green,
A warm breeze will blow,

Tell me where you're going,

"On the roof of the girl I love, there's a weather vane,

In the fifth measure, the ballad starts with an ascending disintegrated chord, and then floats down sadly, repeating this pathetic wandering:
"The tears in my eyes,
dripping on the snow;
Ice and snow drink,

Because soon she was a rich bride. "

For the title music, it is important to convey the name to the audience in a timely manner. Fan Ning signed up and sang three more songs in a row.

Not only her, but more than half of the people were overwhelmed by these words.

Seeing Mr. Scheler calmly put the guitar down, An embraced her legs and murmured the last line of the sixth poem "River of Tears".

"Damn it, how do these troubadours understand 'court love' better than us knights..." Massey Negu sighed deeply after listening to these sad songs, but he seemed to have found the answer, and he couldn't see through the strength of the other party's inspiration before. The reason may be here.

"I can't play any more. After the next piece is played, stop temporarily, stop at a quarter of the album, and stop vibrating the divinity of the extraordinary strings, and replace it with ordinary playing, otherwise I'm afraid something will happen too much." Shocking responses, at least there must be a transition..."

The crystal river of stars flows in the night sky, the branches of coconut trees, palm trees and jackfruit trees cut through the sky, and in several places, there is a strange fruit that glows orange-red faintly!
　I saw a book friend talking about the update problem, let me explain:

　　First of all, the current second update is not intentional. Since I finished writing the second volume and adjusted my mentality to continue, I have naturally written this rhythm.

　　Secondly, why is it so hairy?Because I thought that compared to the 11 o'clock burst, +11 o'clock in the morning is not late but early, and there is no problem of making book friends wait extra, so I sent the manuscript directly after proofreading (maybe I was wrong)

　　Finally, the number of words is actually much more. You can observe that the nearest adjacent chapters are basically an average of close to 5000. The reason is that I will not break the chapter directly when I get the number of words, but I must finish writing a paragraph. Meaning, this will lead to two tails of hundreds of words (you see, my chapter is 11 words short and 1 point more, I have no water and no chapters, right).

　　Well, according to everyone’s comments, if there are more people who feel uncomfortable, you can also adjust it to the same volume as the second volume in a few days (of course, if you don’t adjust, it is possible to write a rhythm of 4000 on a certain day). I just want to say, I'm really doing my best, and I didn't do it on purpose.
　　
　
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