It is not easy to approach Mozart's Piano Concerto, and it is even more difficult to enter Piano Concerto No. 24.

The K491 Concerto has been brought to concert halls around the world countless times, some versions have been handed down on CD, and many more have been submerged in the long river of history.

There are not only the most talked-about versions of the tradition left by the two performers of Kazadesu and Hasjir that Qin Jian has heard.

There are many more musicians and conductors who are committed to breaking new ground in Mozart.

In 1953, before his death, the French keyboard master Gizzekin collaborated with Karajan, the king of conductors, in the prime of his life, and the K491 version set off a storm in the classical music circle at that time.

Until then, no one would have imagined that the first movement of K491 could be built on such a majestic structure, that the listener would feel as if he was standing on top of the Parthenon and listening to the torrent of fate.

This contains the reflections of two great musicians on Mozart.

Music is indescribable, but it can be compared.

Just like the first movement under Qin Jian's ten fingers at this time, although it does not have such a broad and unstoppable spirit.

But it's also iron-clad.

Between the cangs, the sound of the piano is full of handsome and elegant.

However, at this moment when everyone thought that music was going to reveal high spirits from the confusion.

The sound of the piano faded imperceptibly in the middle of an arpeggiation progression, as it had appeared for the first time.

Until a faint, translucent chirp was left.

The hall fell silent with the sound of hovering and flying towards the end.

"Whew. ”

Qin Jian cautiously raised his hand, breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Xia Dong.

The two of them looked at each other for less than a second, Qin Jian nodded, and his hands returned to the keyboard as he inhaled.

The next second.

Xia Dong's baton waved again.

Second movement, minor Cantonese version, E flat major.

Different from the performance state of the first movement, Qin Jian relaxed a lot at this time, and his entire upper body looked like he was lying on the keyboard.

The amplitude of the swing of the arms also weakened.

Under the flowing ten fingers, the theme of tranquility is pure and lonely, like Marguerite in Faust.

Innocent, noble and reserved.

....

After a deep first movement, the euphemism of the second movement is like a cozy spice, and the simple rondo form is imbued with the intrinsic enthusiasm that characterizes Mozart's Adagio movements.

Fill the hall.

Every auditory nerve in the audience was bathed in tenderness.

Duan Ran looked at the figures on the stage, and the past of the two people kept emerging in front of him, and he couldn't help but yearn for the future someday in his mind.

"Hmm. ”

Accompanied by the string ensemble, the piano suddenly jumps at the end of the movement, and the dexterous scales are organized together with playful syncopations, and the atmosphere of the music suddenly changes and becomes lively.

Eventually, it dissipates in the common fading of the whole orchestra and the piano.

"Wonderful rondo. ”

A subtle sigh from the judges' bench.

After finishing the second movement, Qin Jian picked up a handkerchief and wiped the sweat beads from his forehead, and then lowered his hands to his sides.

With his head slightly bowed, judging from the close-up of the camera on the big screen, his heaving chest seemed to be adjusting his breathing.

Xia Dong looked at Qin Jian and didn't start in a hurry.

And when Qin Jian raised his head again, his expression was no longer as soft as in the second movement, and the corners of his eyebrows looked a little more solemn.

This sudden change caught the attention of the judges.

Most performers have the habit of showing their body expressions naturally after the music begins, and few people intuitively enter a certain state before the music begins.

Shen Qingci looked at the scene in front of him, and couldn't help but think of the last third movement in the rehearsal that afternoon, and he felt a little anticipation in his heart.

That's when it happened.

Xia Dong suddenly moved.

With his swinging hands.

The strings and gazes played in unison.

Changing the style of the first two movements, the orchestra rolls out with a swift pace as soon as it is played.

The music is dark.

As the restless timpani appeared, the entire stage seemed to be enveloped in ominous breath.

After the orchestra's last repetition of the theme.

Qin Jian suddenly raised his arms and started to run with his hands.

As soon as the cold piano sound came out, Xia Dong hurriedly pressed his hand, and in an instant, the volume of the entire orchestra plummeted by half.

In the hall, the first variation of the piano came with a solemn aura, without the slightest drag.

"Funeral march. ”

The third movement is the last of all Mozart's piano concertos to adopt the form of a variation.

At the same time, it is also his last variation before his death.

After listening to Mozart's 24 concertos over and over again for countless nights, Qin Jian finally chose the 24th Mozart, which is the richest Beethoven-style mozart.

Amadeus's last wish does not contain any mention of this work, but Qin Jian seems to have found Mozart's life in these last seven variations.

One gorgeous sophistry after another variants unleashed under his ten fingers, like a reenactment of Mozart's life.

With the last measure before the end of the sixth variation, a fast, dense flow rushes by.

Qin Jian hurriedly raised his hand to wipe the beads of sweat from his chin with a pause.

Then he raised his hand and pressed the next set of chord notes.

At this moment, Xia Dong paused, facing the string group and waved violently.

In the next second, the cello seemed to come from behind the sound of the piano, and a group of powerful plucked strings came with a gust of wind.

In a moment's time, the woodwinds cut in again with the C major theme, passing by lightning in front of the piano and string sections, and the solemnity of the music grew stronger and stronger.

The whole music instantly became more urgent, and the atmosphere of the scene also reached its best.

Everyone looked at the figure in front of the piano.

Seventh variation.

At this moment, I saw that Qin Jian had completely let go of his arms, allowing his hands to sweep one note after another.

Like the embodiment of a tyrant and devil in black and white, the incarnation has no compassion and pity.

The piano is like a fire from hell engulfing everything on the stage.

The sound of the piano, full of righteousness, is like Dante in the Divine Comedy, telling the audience all kinds of scenes of hell.

Until the last moment.

Under the final chorus wail of the orchestra.

Qin Jian suddenly raised his head after a minute-long prostration, his arms raised high, and his ten fingers spread in the air.

A heavy blow fell!

"Knock !!!——————"

Like the most gloomy wind from hell, it tore everything on the stage to shreds, and swept away the farce of Mozart's departure and left in the world.

Only the echoes of sin and redemption remained.

It's a thrilling intoxication.

....

"Ding. ”

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