Liszt's exposure to a sense of musical color pervades his works.

From supertechnical etudes to piano concertos.

Aside from his brilliant skills, the sense of color almost dominates his melody and harmonic writing.

This concerto is one of the most brilliant pieces of piano art, and he takes the color expression of the piano to the extreme.

This kind of innovation was not seen in the period of rigorous classicism.

The piano part is full of his unique romantic temperament.

In Xia Dong's conducting movements in this work, the limbs no longer open and close.

It seems to be deliberately suppressing the symphony of the orchestra.

Qi Feng's performance of the first movement seems to guide the individual dialogue between each instrument.

After the cadenza is over, the violin repeats the dramatic theme of the music.

The piano intervenes to create a fantastical musical shape with a clear and lyrical mood.

The deep melody of the clarinet leads to the second theme, which is followed by the oboe.

Two woodwind instruments are used in a way that mimics the human voice.

The piano became unusually feminine.

The concert hall is permeated with the balance and unity of various sounds and colors.

Second movement.

Adagio in B major.

After Qi Feng stopped, the orchestra's bass strings all installed mutes on their instruments.

Under the low and quiet cello, the piano unfolds a nocturne-like melody.

Cadenza appears.

Qi Feng leaned down, staring intently at his sliding hands, his chin swaying from time to time.

After the reciprocal response with the cello.

The flute plays a beautiful subtheme.

The woodwinds convey the last notes of the chapter to each other.

"Wonderful feeling. ”

Third movement.

Allegro of live waves.

E flat major.

Xia Dong waved his hand.

‘——’

A burst of silver bells suddenly appeared on the quiet stage.

"What's that sound?"

"Where's the sound?"

All the audience members were curious to look for it on stage.

Immediately after the violin group's bow tail jumping

There was another ringing.

The viola's jumping bow sounds.

‘——’

As the sound gets louder and longer.

The atmosphere on the stage is becoming more and more lively, Xia Dong stands on his toes, his whole body is a little taller, and his hands are waving like a child.

At this point, the camera gradually zoomed to the far left corner of the percussion seat.

A man with squinted eyes, holding a triangle iron in a chicken thief.

Holding a small iron rod in his right hand, as long as Xia Dong's right hand moves, he will hold the small iron rod and rotate wildly in the inner circle of the triangle.

But under this madness, there is a certain rhythmic rhythm.

Under the counterpoint of triangle and strings, the piano is added with a witty caprice.

Then the flute joined in with a vibrato motive.

Qi Feng's playing speed gradually increased, and the flow of music became stronger and stronger.

As the powerful brilliance of the piano dissipates, the third movement falls.

The fourth movement begins.

A glorious finale, in E flat major.

Triumphal march.

Qi Feng looked at the orchestra, his hands fell, and a vigorous lead away opened the curtain of the final chapter.

With woodwind instruments as the main body, it blows out of the theme majestically.

A close-up shot of the piccolo, and the fingers of the young lady dancing in the flute hole seem to lead the whole woodwind group.

The whole orchestra is actively moving forward with the music.

During the time raid of the orchestra's performance, Qi Feng freed his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

After the brass played the theme of the cello's second movement, he wiped his hands on his trousers.

Then he quickly raised his hand and put it on the keyboard, touched the key, and a cadenza followed the rhythm of the orchestra.

It belongs to Qi Feng's last time to show off his skills.

Fiber, bold and wild.

Radiant and bright.

Background.

Inside the rest room of the Sea City Symphony Orchestra.

The young man who came out of the command room had changed into a black gown that fit perfectly.

With this handsome face, the whole person is indescribably elegant and charming.

As if by magic, with a wave of his left hand, a gray baton suddenly appeared.

I saw him holding the baton and gently tapping the palm of his right hand, with a calm smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Excuse me, teachers, hold on to the instrument again. As he spoke, his gaze moved to the screen on the side again.

The pianist had already gotten up and walked to the front of the stage.

Applause rang out.

The four separate and closely linked movements form a cohesive movement, which ends with the collaboration of the performers and the orchestra.

"This kid has a very mature playing style. ”

"I have good musical literacy and solid skills, and I heard that I have just returned to China. ”

"It's not easy for the kids to make it to the piano finals. ”

As he spoke, the judges also began to score.

Qi Feng finished the ceremony, and Xia Dong returned to the backstage corridor one after another.

After that, the entire Philharmonic Orchestra also went down in the order in which they took the stage.

belongs to Zhao Yinuo's rest room.

The girl is putting the finishing touches on her makeup in front of the mirror.

Today, she is no longer wearing a black dress.

The girl in the mirror, wearing a fiery red low-cut dress, perfectly outlines the girl's delicate figure.

The last touch of the eyebrow pencil.

She stared into the mirror for less than five seconds.

Then he removed the bandage wrapped around his left hand, round by round.

Gradually, the girl's left hand leaked into the air.

It was a very normal-looking left hand, with no scars or marks.

The girl raised her hand and pushed the tiger's mouth open.

In an instant, the distance between the thumb and the little finger was quickly widened.

As she pushed harder, the distance between her fingertips grew farther and farther away.

When the distance between the two fingers reaches its limit, it is about 22 centimeters.

The five fingers grasped inward, and a sense of grasping full of power arose.

"It's nice to be untethered. The girl muttered to herself.

At this moment, there were three crisp knocks on the door

"Yinuo, are you ready?"

Outside the door, the young conductor's gaze burned.

"Ready. ”

As she spoke, the girl lowered her left hand.

Song pointed out that the third movement could be faster. ”

"Faster?"

"Hmm. ”

The third player in the final - Zhao Yinuo, selected by the Haishi Musicians Association. ”

"Designated for the piano, Steinway type. ”

"Repertoire, Piano Concerto No. 1 in Grieg Minor"

"Instructor, Zhou Rong"

"Concerto, Haishi Symphony Orchestra"

"Conductor, Song Yu"

The orchestra is seated and the conductor is seated.

Zhao Yinuo sat down in front of the piano and applause fell.

A moment later.

A dense timpani crescendo from weak to strong.

Four sonorous powerful chords followed.

It sounded like rolling thunder.

With the spirit of moving forward.

In front of the black piano, a fiery red figure moved.

Zhao Yinuo's final began.

After the draw was over, Qin Jian returned to his own rest room.

He didn't feel the pressure of coming out in the finale, he was just glad that he had some time to think about it.

He needs to adjust himself in the final moments.

'Qin Jian, the game will end tomorrow, do you have any plans for the future?'

'Do you want to go abroad or finish your undergraduate studies at home?'

'Teacher Zhou mentioned to me before the competition, and she hopes that you can consider Haishi Conservatory of Music'

'I think no matter what the result of tonight's game is, it will be a lot easier for you to come'

The words He Jing left in front of the music building of the Yenching Conservatory of Music in the early morning seemed to have touched a certain nerve of Qin Jian.

It's been haunting his mind all day.

At this moment, the closer and closer to the time to play, the stronger the inexplicable sense of oppression in Qin Jian's heart.

"What is the way forward?"

That's a problem.

At the end of the competition, it is the art exam.

After the end of the year, it was eighteen again