Chapter 67: The Tempest

The majestic, vast and tragic atmosphere shown in "Out of the Western Regions" shocked everyone present.

"Melody, mood, technique, rhythm, all master!"

"It's not difficult to play, it's about level 4 or 6, but it's extremely dependent on rhythm and emotion, and it's hard for ordinary people to achieve 100% perfection, but it's certain that such a piece is easy to pop. ”

People looked at the young people standing in front of the piano, commenting, and their eyes were full of amazement.

When did such a virtuoso appear in China?

At the end of the song, Yu Chengjiao, a visiting professor at Dongyin University, was the first to applaud, and his eyes couldn't stop applauding: "This is original? It's so rare, another fierce general has been added to my country's composition circle!"

Gao Feiliu slapped his palms red, and shouted excitedly: "Brother Yuan!"

Zhang Chao also closed his mouth happily, and bowed his hands and clenched his fists to the pianists around him, triumphant, as if the glory at the moment belonged to him.

Amid the thunderous applause, almost everyone present smiled, and the smile also contained kindness.

All of them are experts in the industry, and "Out of the Western Regions" is indeed an epic piece of music, although it is only a solo and cannot truly reach the epic level, but this does not affect the judgment of pianists.

And with this work, the young man in front of him, even if he is mediocre to death, will be famous in history.

It's just that the ability to compose belongs to the ability to compose, and in terms of Liao Yuan's current performance strength, in the eyes of hundreds of pianists on the scene, it seems a little scrutinistic.

Even if he talks silently.

However, as long as the pianist can enter the room, almost all of them have the experience of silent conversation, and when they are familiar with a piece of work, they are naturally familiar with silent conversation.

"Mr. Xi, my sister's lifelong happiness will be handed over to you!"

In the corner, a group of celebrities chattered around Xi Yun, they all had peach cheeks and apricot faces, pink faces and spring, one of them was hot, and the beautiful woman grabbed Xi Yun's arm affectionately, and said coquettishly: "I like "Ghost Blowing the Lamp" so much, I only go to bed after listening to the show every night, I didn't expect to see my idol Ah Yuan here, huh, my sister must introduce it to me, I am different from these bewitching sluts, Nong knows, I am proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting......"

Xi Yun showed a strange look on her face, looking at these women with pleasant spring colors, she seemed to have a flame in her heart, and couldn't help but break free of the delicate woman's arm, and said coldly: "He is not interested in women." ”

Not interested in women?

The ladies were shocked.

At this time, a person stepped forward and stopped Liao Yuan, who had already gotten up: "The song is good, but I think that Brother Tai's performance strength is far from becoming a great pianist, whether it is emotionally or in strength, is it very different, Brother Tai is clumsy?"

Liao Yuan reluctantly touched the keys for the last time, then raised his head casually, and said casually: "Are you sick?"

The man looked stunned: "What?"

Seeing this, Gao Feiliu stepped forward and shouted, "Meng Han, what do you want to do?"

Zhang Chao also hurriedly stepped forward, he knew Meng Han, but in terms of his previous status, he usually had no intersection with an internationally renowned pianist like Meng Han, so in short, he was not qualified enough.

But he still stood behind Liao Yuan for the first time, glaring at Meng Han without saying a word, although he didn't know what had happened in the blink of an eye.

Meng Han glanced at Liao Yuan coldly, and then said to Gao Feiliu: "Xiao Feiliu, isn't what I said right? This piece is indeed okay, but it can't show the true strength of a pianist." Don't say you can't see it, this person's playing techniques and skills are only at the level of civilians. ”

Gao Feiliu stiffened his neck and said, "So what, what's your business? Mr. Liao was invited by me, and it's not your turn to make irresponsible remarks." ”

Meng Han smiled slightly: "You're right, it's really none of my business." ”

With that, he turned and sat down at the piano, then raised his hand and gently pressed the first key.

Knock –

The dull sound of the piano sounded, and then, like the crisp sound of large beads and small beads falling on the jade plate, like a bullet out of the chamber, it shot hard in all directions.

Everyone felt a rush in their faces!

The next moment, Meng Han's slender hands continued to jump octaves on the keys, and after a short arpeggio, the notes like a storm surged in people's ears!

It is like the wind is galloping, and the sound of the waves is shaking the sky!

Quite a few people opened their mouths wide in an instant.

"This is ...... Tempest Sonata, third movement!" said someone excitedly.

The Tempest Sonata was written by Beethoven after observing Shakespeare's last work, The Tempest.

At that time, Beethoven's ear disease worsened, and he encountered many difficulties and setbacks in his personal life, and even wrote his last words, once fantasizing about the moment of death.

In this mood, Beethoven began to think about life, art, ideals, reality and other topics, and finally created this great work.

The "Tempest Sonata" has a total of three movements, and the third movement played by Meng Han is the product of the soul purification of the first and second movements.

The whole work is as fast as a storm in rhythm, making people feel as if they are in a downpour, but the warmth is mixed with elegance and delicacy.

This piece is a special repertoire for the music education examination of many conservatories at home and abroad, which is naturally much more difficult than the "Revolutionary March" used for the art examination, and the "Brilliant Big Bora Dance" is also as difficult in terms of technique, both are ten-level repertoire, but in terms of emotional grasp, "Tempest Sonata" is undoubtedly more difficult and dazzling.

"Wonderful! It is worthy of being a contestant from Chopin's international competition, and Meng Han's performance skills are really not covered. ”

Meng Han is a pianist in the opera house, has accumulated a lot of practical performance experience, and there are few opponents in on-the-spot performance. ”

"As soon as you come up, you play such a difficult tune, is this a demonstration for Xiao Feiliu and that Mr. Liao?"

In fact, Xiao Feiliu can also play the pulse of this piece completely, but in terms of emotional grasp, Meng Han is undoubtedly better. ”

After all, there is too much difference between experience and age, no matter what song Xiao Feiliu plays, although the skills are perfect, the lack of feelings is an irreparable regret at this age. ”

When the song ended, the audience was full of admiration.

The eyes of the celebrities also lit up one by one at this time.

Because whether it is in terms of visual effects or pitch perception, Beethoven's "Tempest Sonata" is obviously much better than the so-called "Out of the Western Regions", so they can't help but praise: "Teacher Meng Han is just a blockbuster, and in comparison, the anchor Ah Yuan is too vulnerable." ”

"This is what the perfect pianist looks like in my mind! Teacher Meng Han is so handsome!"

"Every time I see Mr. Meng, I can't help but want to say hello, but every time I miss a good opportunity, this is probably fate, crying!"

"I secretly rubbed it to say that I have become Meng Han's brainless fan!"

While the women were chattering and discussing, Xi Yun suddenly said: "Liao Yuan can also play this song, and it will not be worse than Meng Han!"

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