When the musicians are confronted with this symphony that is different from the past, it is inevitable that they will subconsciously reject and look for its rebellious and rough side, but the author of this piece is Lucian Evans, one of the most famous top musicians, a genius known for change and innovation, so they all have a deep awe, even if there is a sense of rejection and discomfort in their hearts, they still listen carefully and attentively.
Gradually, most of the non-Aalto natives became infected by the passionate waves and the tense melodies, as if they had returned to life when they first arrived at Aalto.
It was a busy, fast-paced life, with a lot of work to do in order to get hired by an orchestra or give a small concert.
In his spare time, he is desperate to devote himself to music, either tearing his hair and meditating on the melody, or enduring the pain in his hands and practicing repeatedly.
The heaviness of reality has overwhelmed them, and only in the atmosphere of music can they get a trace of peace Then they heard a new melody that was different from what they had heard before, notes from other countries, from different local folklore.
This presents a new "world of music" and brings them indescribable shock, as if when they first came to Aalto from their hometown, they suddenly came into contact with Aalto's music in the midst of a heavy and busy life, and the style that was completely different from their hometown music opened their horizons and re-understood music.
Christopher's brow slowly flattened, recalling a lot of the past.
With his dream of music, he left his hometown and arrived at Aalto half-traveling, half-playing, but Aalto is so prosperous, there are so many musicians and musicians, and it is difficult to live and live here without extraordinary talent and exquisite performance skills.
So, in order to make a living, he had to work as a street performer, relying on the little gifts of passers-by after playing music, and at night, he went crazy to absorb Aalto's music creation concept that was completely different from his hometown town, and all the money saved from frugality was invested in the bottomless pit of learning words and borrowing books.
It was in this busy, heavy, fast-paced life that he met Mr.
Lessing, who opened a new door to himself, to a well-structured symphony.
At that time, I was absolutely shocked, like a traveler who came to a new country and witnessed all kinds of completely different things.
"Lucian's music is a perfect illustration of his journey to a new country and the passion he has become after overcoming many hardships, traveling to a new country, hearing new music."
Christopher discarded all the stubbornness and prejudice that had spontaneously arisen before, and gave a pertinent evaluation in his heart.
Immediately afterwards, the whole orchestra played a majestic and enthusiastic melody like a wave, and then the two sub-themes were presented in turn.
Played by flutes, oboes and flutes respectively, they bring out a touch of melancholy and sentimentality, rendering the melancholy of Christopher and others after their busy work.
Then, the structural innovations gave the musicians different feelings, and it was not until the end of the first movement that they discovered that the arrangement of the reproduction section was unique, and it took several dramatic turns and delays before it really began.
Most of the nobility in the Chant Hall and the ordinary citizens in the town square did not have the high demands of the musicians for structural rigour.
Although they also felt that this symphony was a little different from what they had heard in the past, and even as a music capital, there were many veteran enthusiasts who could tell where it was not up to standard, but they all agreed that it was a good and above-standard work.
They simply listen with their ears and listen with their hearts.
After a brief pause, Lucien raised his baton again, his eyes slightly closed, as if he were intoxicated by the music.
The melody is distant, the colors are bleak, and the orchestra plays a few wonderful chords in the bass to create a mysterious and gloomy atmosphere.
In such an environment, the emotions that had been brewing and fermenting in Lucian's heart for a long time turned into pictures and came to his heart one by one.
They are the nostalgia of the heart, the thoughts of the scenes: This is the longing for relatives and friends, and the memory of the interaction with them is so profound: Mr.
Victor, who was kind, kind and noble, never discriminated against himself, taught and loved himself very seriously; Uncle Joel and Aunt Elisa, who took care of her like a father and mother, lent out all their savings in their most difficult time, and when they were chased and beaten by the gang, they did not hesitate to stand up; John, a staunch good friend, disregards the future of the knight and chooses to fight the gang with him; Humorous, beautiful Natasha, hearty and atmospheric, without the slightest arrogance, unpaid to friends, good from the heart, and have experienced a lot of things togetherThis is the longing for the old house in the Adjan district, its wooden door is repaired by herself, and there is a ruined magic laboratory hidden under it.
During the time I lived here, I learned the words by myself, became an apprentice of magic, and fought with the cultists of the Silver and White Horn This is the longing for the garden villa, although I have not lived there for a few months, but the mottled stone bricks, climbing the vines all over the wall, seem to be fresh in my memory.
Here, he played Natasha two piano pieces to Sylvia and the first movement of Moonlight; Here, I learned about the Magical Council from Mr.
Rhein, which was a longing for the chic and beautiful Musicians' Guild, with its thick soft carpets, quiet surroundings, neat music library, and a fully equipped piano room.
They witnessed every bit of themselves, witnessed the repetition of their own piano practice and the heartfelt "questioning" when playing fate, these images flashed in Lucian's eyes like substance, and what was more obvious was the ubiquitous thoughts, melancholy and nostalgia in his journey and life in Alinge, as well as the sadness and helplessness of being about to "say goodbye".
These deep and intense feelings melted into invisible notes, flowing slowly with Lucian's baton.
The alto oboe blows a melodious and spacious melody that is both melancholy and sorrowful, but also contains comforting sweetness, and strikes everyone's heart like lightning.
Christopher was in a bit of a trance and seemed to have returned to his home town.
Is the gloomy two-story building in the style of the ancient magic empire still the same, is there still a haunted legend, is the little river that half-loops around the city walls, is it still so clear, is the apple tree at the door of the sweet old house still pulling branches and bearing fruit, is it sour like the memory of more than fifty years ago, whether the girl she secretly admired is also as gray as herself, whether she still likes to smile as much as she used to, whether the graves of her ancestors in the cemetery are covered with grass, Is there a family child to go to clean this desolate and melodious melody seems to have smoothed out the long time of more than 50 years, making Christopher miss his hometown like never before, very longing, missing until his heart is empty, full of melancholy.
Betty, Joanna and Simon also lost their minds in this nostalgic music, thinking of the ubiquitous mountains and rugged roads of the Principality of Djibouti, the legends of scaring necromancers and vampires, the childhood playmates, the taste of hometown, the warmth and sweetness of their parents when they were alive, and the old house full of holes that symbolized these things.
This is a strong feeling that can only be experienced by a wanderer from home Joel and Alyssa thought of the southern town, of the balcony that housed their love story, of the stone they knew so well that they didn't know how to cherish it.
The blue moss in the corner of the wall seems to be still vivid, and the delicious hometown specialties seem to be still in a dream last night, Grace "saw" Sturke, saw the stone arch bridges of different styles, saw the sharp boats gliding briskly, saw the wax figures that resemble human shapes, saw the aging parents and the tired brother, the melody was tactful and melodious, like crying, whether it was a nobleman, a musician, a businessman, or an ordinary person, as long as they had a similar experience, they could not extricate themselves from falling into that atmosphere.
I don't know how many people silently shed tears, and I don't know how many people have strong nostalgic thoughts The beautiful atmosphere is gradually interrupted by the idyllic scenery, and then the urgent and eager first theme pulls everyone back from the memories to the reality of midnight dreams, still alone, without family company and without the reality of knowing everything The unspeakable desolation and sorrow are accompanied by the return of the melancholy melody, which ends with the soulful chanting of the violin and the very light and bleak chords that follow.
There was no applause, only a silent crowd of silent weeping.
The next third movement bursts into a burst of energy, showing the dance, melodies and sunny colors, allowing everyone to feel the scenery and beauty of the new country again.
The fourth movement, on the other hand, is magnificent, high-pitched and exciting, reproducing all the themes that have been presented before, and rushing to the end with the accumulated strength, the strong desire to return home, and the imaginary joyful scene, like a torrent rushing forward.
A new kingdom is gone.
This intense flood of emotion resonated with countless listeners, making them go from silent tears to exploding longing, from quiet listening to tsunami applause and loud cheers.
Bursts of applause, which seemed to refrain from stopping, rang out in the town hall in the town square, causing Lucien to salute again and again.
Many nobles, townspeople, and most of the merchants had distorted expressions, tears on their faces, and their hands clapped without pain, as if Lucien had placed in Lucien the longing for his hometown and the longing to return Christopher's expression was calm and full of nostalgia, and he whispered to Othello, Victor, and Natasha, "Tomorrow, I'm going to go back to my hometown." ” After a pause, he added: "It was the most moving Adagio of all the symphonies I had ever heard, and it made me forget to focus on the structure of the whole symphony" "When people get old, they may miss their hometown a lot."
To be continued: