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Chapter 963: 223. When the Blue Flowers Bloom [Part ]

The audience looked at the figure in front of the piano in fascination, and the figure in front of the piano looked at the piano in front of him calmly.

This time, no matter how gentle the cello's humming was, the audience could not focus even a little bit on the cello from the figure in front of the piano.

It's because they were already deeply immersed in the music and couldn't extricate themselves.

What kind of emotion is this?
Light and strong?
Like a trickle that is enough to melt the long years.

What was even more magical was that gradually the audience seemed to be distracted from the figure in front of the piano. It seemed that only the sound of Brahms' piano was left in front of their eyes, and they could no longer see the person playing the piano.

After a few more bars, when the song-like theme of the music reappeared, the entire concert hall seemed to have turned into a small paper boat, slowly floating forward along with the trickle of water.

Indeed, Brahms' music has never been passionate, like Beethoven's style of expressing his emotions.

His music always gives people a feeling of depth and connotation, of the blue sky in the clear autumn and of the vast misty lake.

Brahms' works are restrained and introspective, classical and profound, like a Gothic church standing quietly in the sunset, rather than a trendy glass-walled building shining with neon lights.

Every performer will inevitably encounter slow movements when practicing Brahms's major works, and they cannot avoid a shadowy figure in the slow movements.

As long as Brahms' music slowed down, this shadowy figure would reappear in his music as if resurrected.

The shadow is called Clara by the world and is called a blue flower blooming in the desert of Brahms' heart by the poet Eric Docinny.

Li An felt only sadness at such statements.

As a musician, the name Clara is known to almost all music lovers.

Clara was the wife of the great German musician Schumann. When Brahms was 20 years old, he met Schumann and became his teacher through the introduction of the famous violinist Asheton.

When Brahms met Clara for the first time at teacher Schumann's house, he fell hopelessly in love with her.

Ending - Brahms, who was passionate but shy, kept his sincere feelings hidden in his heart and never expressed them to Clara until they both passed away.

The twists and turns in this episode are talked about by people inside and outside the circle.

In 1854, Schumann committed suicide by jumping into a river. Two years later, Schumann died of illness. During this period, Brahms stayed by Clara's side, accompanied and protected Clara, took care of Schumann's seven children, and helped Clara get out of despair and pain.

For this reason, Brahms voluntarily gave up many opportunities to become famous and make money.

Clara was not a child. She was fourteen years older than Brahms and had experienced love. How could she not know Brahms's feelings?
And for Brahms, the question is, since he knew that Clara was fourteen years older than him and was a mother of seven children, why did he still love her so persistently.

And they love deeply and forever, and never get married.

The question that follows is, since no one can replace Clara's position in his heart, why did he never express his feelings to Clara.

Many people here gave Brahms a thumbs up.

Because Brahms always showed friendship to Clara on the surface, and kept his love for Clara hidden like a folding umbrella, keeping it in his own heart, letting the raindrops of fate quietly fall on his heart.

Perhaps just as Eric Docinny said, the blue flower that symbolizes Clara bloomed quietly like this.

Otherwise, how could Brahms write such a piece of music that is so full of beautiful fantasies and yet heartbreaking?
Every audience member could see clearly that the music in front of them was like the sea being cut in half.

One half is like a golden miracle, emitting colorful dreams, and the other half is as dark as the death knell of doomsday, with a mess on the waves.

The two scenes are opposite to each other, separated by an invisible force, and no one can cross the boundary. Looking up, the performer is standing there calmly.

Li An's expression remained calm, not affected at all by the turbulent waves under his fingers.

With each heavy drop of his fingers, the surface of the stage seemed to sink three inches into the ground.

The audience's hearts were spinning like an earthquake.

Lin Youyou has never been very interested in the love story of Brahms and Clara. Although she occasionally compared herself with Brahms in the past, it was only because of occasional errors in the instructions running in the background of her brain.

Lin Youyou has never believed that stories and ideas can directly give a piece of music a certain color.

If the listener feels something while listening, it must be that the performer is secretly making some small movements on the keyboard.

At this moment, she was a little shocked, because Li An was making a big move at this moment, and the move was getting bigger and bigger.

From the summer music festival where he competed to this moment, it seemed to her that Ang Lee's finger technique had been refined again.

Or rather, she applied the combination of technology and music to the extreme that she could feel, especially the increase in intensity within the inertia of the music.

The enhancement here is by no means a simple physical increase in the volume of intervals or harmony. As for other aspects -

Hmm? What's up with the chord dwell length here?

Lin Youyou changed her cross-legged position and put the laptop back on her legs.

At this moment, the director's camera turned to the keyboard, and a pair of big hands fell down.

"when!"

The undercurrent of motivation created by the piano-led band became more and more intense, but Lin Youyou was still thinking calmly.

From this perspective, Teacher Youyou is indeed a rational listener.

While the same music was playing, Tang Xiaoxing in the piano room felt dizzy, and the band atmosphere created by the piano made her feel completely weightless.

Her tears swayed back and forth in her eyes as if they were weightless.

Tang Xiaoxing didn't like Brahms' music at first, thinking it was too heavy, until she listened to the first version of Brahms and Clara's story from her teacher.

From then on, she seemed to have turned on the switch for Brahms' music.

For a while she was obsessed with various versions of Brahms' music and various formats of the story between Brahms and Clara.

After a while, she stopped being obsessed with it because her grandfather asked her to focus on practicing Chopin and told her that she couldn't practice Brahms for the time being.

Two years had passed in a flash, and during that time she would occasionally hear Brahms' music on random playback.

Although her heart was no longer as passionate as before, she would still think of Clara when she heard Brahms, and the end of the story of Brahms and Clara.

Clara died in Frankfurt in 1896. Upon hearing the news, Brahms immediately dropped everything he was doing and rushed to Frankfurt.

Because of a mistake made in a hurry, Brahms boarded a train going in the opposite direction at the train station.

Every time Tang Xiaoxing thought of this scene, she would feel extremely sad, but she was not sure why she was sad before.

Is it the sadness for this eternal secret love that was destined to have no result, or is it the sadness for the scene that Brahms couldn't even send his lover on his final journey?

But at this moment she seemed to finally understand why she was sad.

As Teacher Li played, the scene of the end of the story finally appeared clearly before her eyes.

In the music, the train was speeding away, but going in the opposite direction. The whistling wind mercilessly blew Brahms's gray hair and beard.

What was flashing on his haggard face was not tears, but the empty and desolate night.

After seeing all this, Tang Xiaoxing's tears fell on the screen of her mobile phone.

"when!"

At this moment, the music also formed a huge vortex with the continuous chords. The vast night instantly turned into a turbulent deep sea. There was no longer half dream and half darkness. Thunder and lightning played together, as if the whole world was sucked into the vortex. "Ding ding! Ding ding!!"

Hearing this, Tang Zhongfu couldn't help but nodded.
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As if after a century, the music returned to calm, and the beautiful piano melody was like a seagull flying freely above the sea level in the afternoon.

Tang Xiaoxing wiped her eyes and smiled again. She had decided that she would play Brahms after the Chopin Competition was over!
Finally, there was something she was eager to play, and she could finally fulfill the promise she had made to her friends. At the end of the movement, he took out another mobile phone, opened WeChat and quickly edited a message.

"Chalin! I have a piece I want to practice! ! "
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Xiao Che, who was still deep in thought, could hardly notice that the phone on the stool had lit up while she was still combing her hair.

Well, the teacher is really awesome.

Xiaoche knew this was nonsense, but she couldn't find a more appropriate description.

If Lin Youyou represents the rational faction and Tang Xiaoxing represents the emotional faction, then Xiaoche at this moment represents more like the technical faction.

After listening to this piece of music, she finally understood what the gravity of harmony was.

When she listened to the teacher's final treatment, she thought of many things.

She thought of the Symphony of Fate that Wang Xiaohu had recommended to her. The last few strong chords seemed to be saying "end! end! end!"

The pressure created by this repetition is a kind of musical gravity, just like what the teacher just did.

Here, the teacher uses changes in intensity and coordination with the orchestra to make the chords themselves bring out a huge inertia, which creates an infinite sense of oppression on the auditory nerves.

She also thought of the solar system that her geography teacher talked about in class.

The main chord under the teacher's fingers is like the center, and all other chords revolve closely around the center.

So cool! So cool! So cool!

Xiao Che felt that she would never be able to play such a thrilling music in her entire life, but this did not affect her feeling of being extremely happy at the moment.

At the same time, she also discovered something interesting: the teacher did not handle this in the same way during the last walk-through.

Could she understand that the teacher did this on purpose?
If that was true, she could only admire the cunningness of the "teacher", so cool!

Hehe, of course, Xiaoche is also familiar with the story of Brahms and Clara. In order to listen to the teacher's concert, she also did a lot of homework.

Indeed, Clara also occupies a large chapter in the musical history of Brahms.

But if someone asked her to talk about this piece of music in the context of historical stories, she would first have to know what Clara was thinking.

Because there is no historical record that records how Clara responded to Brahms, everything is speculation by later generations.

But this still did not affect Ang Lee from shaking up the scene with the third movement.

Even the most discerning music fans cannot ignore this young pianist from Chengdu.

Liang Shan had already prepared a title for this piece of music - Quiet Storm.

And after experiencing such a turbulent third movement, when the fourth movement came quietly, no one noticed any change in their expressions in front of the piano.

Still looking so calm.

The humorous and cheerful melody tells the phrases lightly, and the theme jumps with dynamic vitality, which is jubilant but also thoughtful.

Ang Lee really spent a lot of brain cells thinking about how to play this piece.

In fact, he had thought about using Clara to make a big splash in it.

Because he knows that this is something that the audience likes and is interested in.

But in the end he gave up.

Because he could not convince himself to play such a piece of music that embodied Brahms' life against his own will.

So this is what he wants to tell the audience through his performance, not to define a composer easily.

In his view, Clara was far less complicated for Brahms.

Clara is just a symbol of Brahms' beautiful expectations for love.

There was no love experience between Brahms and Clara.

Brahms never wrote a piece of program music in his life, so why should performers dream of deconstructing it?

Art is free, and Brahms is free too. He should not be bound by the name Clara.

Looking back on Brahms' life, Ang Lee would like to call Brahms an ascetic monk who had an extraordinary obsession with music creation.

In the midst of the dazzling stars of romanticism, who has ever really taken a good look at Brahms?

As a conservative classicist, Brahms endured a lot of criticism in that era.

Wagner said it seriously hindered the development of future music.

Mahler even ridiculed him as a circus clown.

Even his good friend Wolf frequently praised his new work in public: it is another beautiful depiction of Beethoven's work.

Brahms always responded calmly to all kinds of criticisms.

Probably just like himself in front of the piano right now.

But perhaps only a few people know that Mr. Li Ang is not at peace at this moment.

Mr. Ang Lee did not want Brahms to be branded with the same label by his contemporaries and by later generations.

He wanted to use music to tell everyone that Brahms was just Brahms, a pursuer of classicism. He was not anyone's shadow, nor was he the tragic protagonist in a romance story.

Brahms is Brahms, a true fighter who defends the last glory of the classical style.

If Beethoven is the blazing midday sun in the blue sky of classicism, then he would like to call Brahms a miracle, who has transformed into the last sunset when classicism has become history.

He wanted to use his musical ideas to tell everyone that if there really was such a bunch of blue flowers in Brahms' heart, it was not Clara that the poet imagined.

"when!"

If Brahms really had a bouquet of blue flowers in his heart that he was searching for all his life, Ang Lee thought it should be the reconciliation of classical style and light music.

"when!"

Ang Lee felt that Brahms had finally found it, even if not in every phrase.

Even if Brahms could not revive the classical style, his music allows us to see the image of the sunset.

We can still see this when we enter his magnificent Second Piano Concerto.

And for people today, isn’t such an experience a kind of happiness?

"Wow————————"

Art is free, and Brahms is free too.

The moment he stood up in front of the piano, the thunderous applause seemed to make Ang Lee see a bunch of swaying blue flowers in the haze of the light.