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Chapter 413 The Fifth Movement The Angel Tells Me (4): Any Objections? (two in one)

"what's going on?"

"Did you know?" "Has anyone seen this before?"

Some of the audience looked at each other, some rubbed their eyes, and some tried to take advantage of Miss Nightingale's singing and bend the bouquet in their hands again to make up for their love for her. However, there was no phenomenon that the light shifted to Miss Nightingale again. .

They are still becoming shiny and rich at an extremely slow rate, from white, to pale yellow, to orange...

"This is impossible!……"

Senesino, the troubadour who was sitting on the sofa at the back of the stage, closed his eyes and meditated, the whole figure in the red cape ran out "dengdengdengdengdengdengdengdengdengdengdengdeng". Looking around at the front of the stage.

These more than 4000 "Fragrant Flower Bouquets" are made by the church according to the number of audience seats and judge seats before the annual famous singer finals, injecting different contents of "Nectar of Never Withered Flowers".

Once the "Folding Flower" program representing the beloved is made, the nectar of its never-withered flowers will be temporarily sublimated, and will be transferred to the number plate on the singer's chest through the giant altar under the base of the entire opera house to be re-condensed and precipitated.

After folding, it will lose its extraordinary performance and become an ordinary item. There is no reason to regenerate a different color! !
Although, this doesn't seem to have anything to do with the confrontation between Miss Cuckoo and Miss Nightingale on the stage, and it hasn't affected the light and vision on them for the time being...

But the obvious point is that this incomprehensible phenomenon was caused by the performance of "The Poet's Love" with Miss Nightingale after Scheler took the shot, and the progress of the matter is not over yet, which somewhat makes Seigne Xinuo, Miss Cuckoo, and the few "die-hards" in the judging panel felt uneasy.

An, who was facing the audience, of course also saw the vast starlight flowing in the dark night.

She doesn't have the same reasons and psychological activities as others, she just thinks it looks good.

Since the arrival of midsummer, I don't know how many unreal things have happened, this may also be like a dream.

She also thought of the decks, rattan chairs, sides and white sails on the Paradogos Islands route a few days ago, the calm blue and black of the sea and sky, the curve of the edge of the sky where she stretched her body, and the That vast sea of ​​stars and stars.

When autumn fades away with "In a Sunny Garden Morning", this seems to be the last natural scenery that is still sunny and sunny.

No more poems about the waking world, the severe winter of nothing.

"I wept in my dreams—I dreamed you lay in your grave,

I woke up and couldn't help crying. "

Without any accompaniment, Miss Nightingale began to speak at a slower speed.

Winter (thirteen), "I Wept in a Dream".

The term indicated by the composer is softly (Leise), with weak strength and slow speed, without any emotional embellishment, which makes the audience feel the poet's powerless, weak and even trance state.

Perhaps, this relatively numb emotion will be more suitable for the artistic conception of this song.

"I wept in my dreams--I dreamed you deserted me,
I woke up, crying, and aching for a long time. "

The cooperation of the piano is not positive at all. Whenever Miss Nightingale finishes singing a sentence, she plays a few chords in a desolate and slightly nervous way, or supports several important harmony in a few rests or downbeats.

It wasn't until the last verse that the accompaniment's column chords began to play simultaneously with the vocals.

"I wept in my dreams—I dreamed that you were still intimate with me,

I woke up and finally burst into tears. "

These are the first nights, the poet had three dreams: the first dream lover lay in the tomb, woke up crying; the second dream lover abandoned him, woke up still heartbroken - the first two paragraphs The sound range is wandering, and the tone is deep.

The third dream lover seems to have returned—at this moment, the notes under Fan Ning's fingertips crawled towards the high-pitched area, and gradually became brighter, but it was still a dream!The tragic situation of not forgetting and irreversible for the lover, after these three emphasis, is simply adding salt to the wound!
The audience is weeping blood, but the bouquet is still brightening, and so are the judges.

The opera hall has become a golden world of dancing orange-yellow light.

The tonality is switched from E-flat minor to B major, the same chord texture, and the same dream.

"Dream every night,
i see you

I see you greet me affectionately,

And I fell on my knees at your feet and wept. "

Winter (XIV), "Every Night in Dreams", the poet dreamed of his lover again, but unlike before, this time he decided to forget about love.

"You look at me sadly, shaking your golden hair,

Your pearly tears welled up;

You whispered something to me,
and sent me a cypress;
I woke up and the cypress was gone,
Also forgot what you said. "

In the winter in the poem, the poet has abandoned the world, completely indulging in dreams, legends and glimpses of the past.

But will anyone really forget what happened in this world?Unless it was a dream.

Miss Nightingale thought so.

At the next moment, Fanning played a short jumping chord accompaniment group with the lively rhythm of dotted and cut notes.The staccato is already short, but the addition of rests makes the poet's breathing more jumpy and unreal.

"From an old fairy tale, a snow-white hand beckoned to me, and in that magical land, there was a lot of singing.

There are colorful flowers blooming in the golden dawn, like the face of a bride, lovely and dazzling and fragrant. "

Winter ([-]), "Old Legends".

The birds were singing, the spring water was tinkling, the piano imitated the sounds of "twittering" and "dingdingdongdong", and Miss Nightingale's singing seemed to become cheerful and lively again.

"There the green trees hum, old songs, the breeze makes a mysterious laugh, and the birds sing softly.

A shadowy crowd emerged from the ground, and they danced briskly amidst the strange chorus. "

The audience realizes once again that reality no longer exists and everything is a beautiful fantasy.

"Old Tales" is the song of Miss Nightingale, the medium of the poet's thoughts, and the dream in the surreal painting.

The gentle wind gently blows across the plains and mountains, and the barren land is full of green trees and vitality. People sing and dance together. Some of the shallow depression in reality may be satisfied by means of camouflage...

But the subconsciousness of the people passing through these sleeping group portraits is vague and lonely, and its essence is just a desolate and poetic nightmare.

But at least it can make people forget their troubles and sorrows, can't they?
"On the branches and leaves, blue sparks shone, and red lights swirled, dazzling.

Fountains gushing forth, marbles in the wilderness, streams strangely flicker the shadows of the world. "

It seems that everything is developing in a good direction. According to the legend, the poet has obtained spiritual relief. Although he is not completely relieved at this time, he is already full of desire to get rid of the depression and unhappiness of the past.

Miss Nightingale opened her arms and shouted, her eyes seemed to penetrate the clouds and landed on the non-existent future and distance.

Under Fanning's fingertips, he frequently uses a combination of weak eighth notes followed by alternating quarter-eighth notes, one long and one short.

"This kind of rhythm sounds carefree, lively and cheerful at first, but after a long time, especially after the second half of the time slows down again, doesn't it make people feel a little mechanical and far away from reality?..."

Because it has reached the final stage of the whole work, Master Lückert frowned and thought about the creative intention behind it.

"An old nursery rhyme that seems to be cast with a shadow of the unknown."

Many more inspired listeners also sensed something deeper.

"Oh! how I would go in there, and open my heart,

Abandon my pain, to the faith of freedom!

Ah, that is the land of happiness, so often in my dreams,

And when the morning sun rises, it melts like foam. "

In the last stanza, the beautiful and dreamy scenes in the ancient fairy tales finally dissipate, and all illusions come to naught.

After waking up from a dream, does it have to be reality?
Sometimes it is, but other times it can just be a deeper dream, especially when the good things didn't even exist in the first place.

The light red light in the bouquet is flashing, and before the audience carefully recollects the feeling of "the sun rises and the bubbles melt" in the last sentence, this "Poet's Love" directly enters the last song.

Winter ([-]), "Elegy of the Past".

"Dangdang!——" "Dangdang!——" "Dangdang!——"

Fanning stepped on the pedal deeply, smashed the keys with both hands, and played the horn echo spanning four octaves with the strength of ff.

After the two bars that served as an introduction, the real accompaniment appeared. The melody is in a group of four notes, the ladder descends, and the last note jumps up the octave. This line shape imitates the change of human voice, as if the protagonist is The long sighs when you decide to give up your lover.

"Old and wicked dirges, wicked and mean dreams,

Let's go now to lift the coffin and bury them all!
I'm going to put many things in, but that's not all,

The coffin must be bigger, as big as Porto's beer kegs! "

Miss Nightingale's voice finally became calm and cold, without gnashing her teeth in grief, nor with deep affection. Although her voice and expression were not cheerful and enthusiastic, they were very decent and polite.

Just like treating strange gentlemen and ladies passing by on the street.

The audience felt their hearts shattered into several pieces with a "bang".

"Bring me a bier, solid wood,

They must be longer, longer than the bridge in Mainz.

Find me twelve strong men, they must be bigger,

Than Saint Sebastian in the Church of the Sun on the Holy River. "

Both the vocal and the piano have an unstable rhythm that is long in the front and short in the back. The chords that are stuffed with more notes are thick, just like a wide and strong "coffin", but what Fanning matched for them is the accompaniment of the right hand A combination of skipping sounds.

A group of people carried the "coffin" staggeringly towards the beach.

The "coffin" is the imagination of the poet's heart, and it does not exist in reality. If he finally decides to walk out of the darkness of emotion and run towards a bright future, what will he instruct "that group of people" to do?

The audience held the bouquets tightly and listened attentively.

"Have you noticed that they are all column chords?" At this time, the famous singer Ku Ci asked his junior in a low voice.

"Yes, the whole song." Nicolino nodded.

"No, it's not this song, it's all the next four!" Master Luckert's voice came from a few places away.

All the judges were in deep thought.

Yes, it seems that this Mr. Scheler has never written another accompaniment pattern since "Entering Winter"!

The colors are still rich, the melodies are still wonderful, and the expressions are still changeable... But in terms of "texture", that is, the organizational form of notes, what are the broken down chords, what are the arpeggiated passages, what are the repeated patterns... …all gone, just the same stick chords!

Has he run out of inspiration? No one thinks so.

"This just shows that dreams are different from the real world." Luckert muttered to himself in a low voice, "Although the sleeping group portraits are colorful, grotesque, and emotionally ups and downs, the details are full of dull, fuzzy and unreal The nature of the question..."

"They had to carry the coffin out and sink it in the depths of the sea,
Such a huge coffin should have a huge tomb.

Do you know why, the coffin has to be big and heavy?

With it sank my love and my pain..."

Miss Nightingale closed her eyes as she chanted softly. At this moment, her tears had dried up, and her face was still beautifully set off by the blue shadow of her dress and the red halo.

The poet chooses to bury all his love in the "coffin" and sink into the sea.

"No more pillar chords!"

"It's been too long, and finally there is a change!"

"It's the sound of running water!"

All the judges put their hands on the table, left the seat with both hands, and leaned out with a long body!

I saw that at the end of the piece "Elegy of the Past" - which is also the end of the entire "Poet's Love" - ​​after the vocals disappeared, there was a large solo solo purely brought by the piano, spanning high, middle and low The decomposed chords in the three registers, under Fan Ning's left and right hands running alternately, are like the rough shape of the deep and ancient sea!
The audience was dumbfounded.

This ending...

This poignant and poetic ending...

It turns out that tragedy can be so heart-wrenchingly beautiful that it has reached a supremely miraculous state!
More than 4000 people all stood up in a daze!

The violent turbulence of the sea gradually exhausted its energy. Under the exquisite control of Fanning's fingers, the flowing treble of the upper part turned into small waves on the sea surface, which returned to calm after several ups and downs. .

"Contemporary giant of art song!"

"Scheler! Scheler!"

Amid the applause, the audience raised their arms and shouted the names of the two, and one after another, the names of praise burst out from all over the seats——

"'Blossom Poet' gave inspiration to the bouquet!"

"Scheler, the king of love songs!!!"

"Miss Nightingale is a famous singer!!!"

Such a reaction made Senessino and Renilla, who were initially bored, clenched their fists.

At the judges' table, He Meng and Gang, who had never spoken before, remained calm at the moment.

Some people in the church were applauding, and some people had ambiguous expressions.

Members of the royal family headed by Queen Eleanor and the Prince, as well as the Duke of Falla, the Duke of Acobi, and other high-ranking nobles turned gloomy.

"I propose that this year's Famous Singer be awarded to Miss Nightingale, do you have any objections?"

Master Luckert's angry voice interrupted the boiling sound.

He is in a very good mood at the moment.

"I don't dare to disagree, but there is one thing I want to ask the master to confirm."

At this time, on the other side of the judges' seat, Prince Eleanor spoke slowly.

His voice was calm and polite, because this Luckert was famous all over the world, and his own strength was so strong that even Archbishop Fields of Fanghui Temple, who was also at the third level of understanding, was not sure of defeating him.

As a royal family, take the lead in setting an example, and the ethos of respecting masters should also take the lead from here.

But today's gathering of [-] people and the presence of major official forces, if there is something to say, it can always be made clear.

"What's the matter?" Lucker raised his eyebrows.

"Please tell me, master, what are the indications for my southern country to confirm the final singer candidate?..." Prince Eleanor said in a respectful tone.

"Indicative..." Luckert and the students next to him frowned.

Archbishop Fields in another seat understood the matter after hearing this.

The organizer of the Famous Singer Contest is the church. Faced with a sea of ​​people asking questions, even though the other party asked Luckert, as the person in charge, he had to give an official answer.

"Through the brilliance of the light on different contestants, we can confirm the collection of the audience's love and fascination."

Fields deliberated for a long time, but could only give a moderate answer.

"Then, Master and Archbishop, at this moment, which one is weaker and stronger?" Prince Eleanor asked.

This……

Everyone couldn't help but carefully looked at the two players again.

The situation with them was indeed still the situation after Renilla sang "The Delightful Sacrament."

Because at that time all the bouquets in the audience had already been folded.

Miss Renilla's body was burning with red light, and the flames of her walking footprints rose, but Miss An still only had a red halo, and there were some blue-purple starlight remnants dragging along her fluttering clothes.

It is true that Renilla shines brightest, and this has not changed since then.

Lückert frowned and said, "The song "Love of a Poet" is over. I don't think there is any need to describe the changes in the bouquet of flowers for you and me, right?"

"However, I would like to take the liberty to ask two questions, please listeners and judges to answer together."

Prince Eleanor stood up and said in a loud voice: "First, the one who shines brighter wins the reputation of a famous singer. This is the clear and only standard of my southern country and my church. The bouquet is the light of the bouquet, and the singer is the light of the singer." , I would like to ask the head of the temple, Archbishop Fields, to clarify this point."

Fields pondered for a while, but he could only nod his head: "Not bad."

Prince Eleanor said again: "Take a step back, even if the church does not recognize the only standard above, then the second."

"The birth of the vision is obvious to all, and the time node happened at the time of the performance of "The Poet's Love". Later, it gradually became stronger to the extent that we mortal creatures can directly see it..."

"How can I prove that it must be Miss Nightingale who triggered the revival of the bouquet?"

　Say something.Recently, the subscriptions have been quite severe. It may be that the update in March has stretched my hips for a few days, or it may be that this volume is written too much. In short, it is quite finished, and several people have asked me in private messages whether I can persist. problem
　　This volume can definitely be finished, because there are not many now, and several parts are allocated according to the length of the movement of the "Third Symphony". Only the first movement is longer, and the sixth movement will be finished in early May.

　　The fourth volume should also be able to be written, because the length of the fourth volume is not long, it is shorter than 123, well, it is also determined according to the length of Ma Si, so don’t worry, it will not be cut in the near future, at least continue to stick to it One volume, it is no problem to open the fifth volume after writing.

　　
　
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