Everyone has this idea of Mr. Yuan. Students from all over the world were excited and eagerly looking forward to a wonderful performance.

Zhang Qiusheng seemed to be brewing love, and sat motionless in front of the piano for a while. Suddenly, he raised his hands and began to play on the piano. The first theme flows out brightly and brightly, and people seem to see a young girl playing, playing, and working in the spring fields, on the green hills, and beside the clear river, and she laughs happily, she dances joyfully, and she is coquettish around Abba.

Suddenly, the second theme stormed in. The melody composed of notes with elements of Eastern European music gives the listener a sense of the tyranny of the Cossack iron horsemen, in which the first theme weakens.

For a long time, the second theme dominates the music, while the first theme struggles with the occasional lure. It seemed to be an infinite misery that gripped the hearts of the listeners.

Zhang Qiusheng's hands jumped quickly on the keyboard, playing a raging wind that swept through the snow. And the first theme with elements of Henan opera, although weak, has always been unyielding to fight against it.

The two musical themes collide with each other. The first theme shows the image of a young girl, and the music is clearer and brighter, but weak and soft. The second theme is both low and dark like a long night, and heavy and stagnant like a mountain, enveloping the first theme that symbolizes the maiden. The two musical images collide violently repeatedly, like a girl's fierce struggle and unyielding resistance. Like crying, like a complaint, like a poem.

The performer simply conveys the feelings of his heart to the listener. The audience derives their own feelings based on their own experience, knowledge and experience. There are a thousand Hamlets for a thousand people.

Zhang Qiusheng's piano music is like a magnificent epic, and like a long picture. It touches the listener and plays with the pain or good memories that the listener cherishes in their hearts.

Li Mantun and Sun Buwu heard the wind and snow in Siberia, the scenery of Lake Baikal, and the tragic experience of Li Cuilan.

Yan Guizhi heard the winter fields in her hometown, the wind swept the snow, and her grandmother led her to the rice field to stir up the snow, looking for the ears of rice that might be removed in the autumn, and the family had not much food in stock. Sometimes you can find a bright red in the bushes bent by the snow, which is the fruit of their hometown called pearlberry, which is very sweet and sweet after being buried in the frost and snow.

Yan Guizhi was still too young and too short to even speak clearly. She always pointed to the red fruit and babbled to show it to her grandmother, so she trembled and climbed the branches to help her pick them. Yan Guizhi, who was too young, forgot all about what happened at that time, but only this scene was deeply remembered.

Dad is the first and only college student in the village, but for some reason he was imprisoned. The whole family was discriminated against by the people of the village. There is a lack of labor at home, and the work is the most tiring but the least dividends. These left indelible memories in the depths of her young heart. Life has changed for the better in recent years, his father has been rehabilitated and released from prison to resume work, and Yan Guizhi has also been taken to the city to study.

The life in the city that Yan Guizhi had dreamed of countless times was actually not good. Dad's house was empty, and there was an enlarged black-and-white photo on the living room wall, which was a portrait of Mom. Every day after work, Dad would sit in front of Mom's portrait and smoke cigarettes and mumble to himself.

Life has really changed for the better in recent years, and Yan Guizhi's homework is also nervous. She gradually forgot the hardships of her childhood, and now she was hooked up by piano music. Tears flowed uncontrollably, and she couldn't care about wiping them, looking at the void stupidly and recalling those past events.

Yoiko bent over her head and tears were dripping on the floor. The beautiful and beautiful generation,So far, the life is actually very gloomy.。

She felt that the girl Zhang Qiusheng played was her, and the ubiquitous darkness surrounded her all the time. She struggled, resisted, and failed each time. She learned to give up, and she allowed herself to be numb. But the cry of the heart for freedom never stopped! When is the end of the long night?

Not only Yan Guizhi and Daizi, but many people in the audience were in tears. How many people have lived without experiencing hardship? How many people haven't touched their own people and things?

The piano piece adds a third theme, which is witty, sunny, and unrestrained, with obvious musical elements of China's Yangtze River basin, blended with the elements of Henan opera in the first theme. The sinister second theme retreats and is no longer so raging and arrogant. The style of the first theme has also changed, it seems to be a boat song or an aria or a serenade, as if to tell someone. Tell about your past sufferings and tell your beautiful yearning.

When the audience was relieved, they felt that the girl had found a bosom friend and she was no longer lonely. The sudden change of wind and clouds broke the silver bottle, and the second theme that had disappeared for a time reappeared. The low, stagnant music in front of it became furious, like thousands of wild horses galloping across the open grassland. No, no, it's groups of cavalry riding war horses rushing to kill!

The usually humorous and bohemian third theme becomes impatient in the ever-increasing melody, constantly rushing left and right to avoid the pursuit of the enemy.

At this time, Li Mantun seemed to hear the roar of helicopters, the clatter of aviation machine guns, and the explosion of rockets. He looked at Zhang Qiusheng, who was playing the piano with passion, and seemed to really hear the heart-rending cry: "Lao Li, run, run into the trees!" It seems that Zhang Qiusheng ran to the open place in order to attract firepower. Uncontrollable tears flowed down, and Li Mantun couldn't help sobbing softly.

The second theme, which symbolizes the forces of underworld and evil, and the third theme, which symbolizes unyielding life, collide fiercely again, and the rhythm becomes faster and faster, and the melody rises and falls.

The fierce charge slowly subsided, followed by a two-bar break. The sound of the piano sounded softly, soothing and melodious. The audience seems to be in the quiet grassland with the flavor of Eastern Europe, bathed in the moonlight of a foreign land.

The first theme symbolizing the girl appeared again, but at this time, there were faint variations of the Chinese folk songs "Amaranth Flower" and "Yimeng Minor" in the musical image. A sense of homesickness permeated the hearts of the audience, and the students from China, the United States and South Korea all looked up to the void, as if they had their hometowns and relatives there.

The piano music slowly stopped. The listeners were still immersed in the impact of the music on them for a long time, and they sat in a daze, the sound of the piano still echoing in their ears, and they reveled in their own feelings.

For a long, long time, I don't know who took the lead in applauding, once, twice, and then thunderous applause. The audience also found that the windows and doors were already crowded with people, and they were all attracted by the sound of the piano.

The Korean piano player ran to Zhang Qiusheng's side in three steps and two steps, and said excitedly: "You can sue me, sue me, this, this piano music——。 Zhang Qiusheng didn't wait for him to finish speaking, and said: "If you have to come up with a title, let's call it "Lonely Soul". ”

"Lonely soul, lonely soul," the Korean classmate savored the title of this song, and suddenly his eyes lit up and asked, "You mean, that, you wrote this song yourself?" ”

Zhang Qiusheng spread his hands and said, "Strictly speaking, my sister wrote it. To be more strictly speaking, she just listened to me tell a story, and after being moved by this story, she played it a few times and didn't write it down. ”

The Korean student was even more excited: "I knew that there was a poignant and heroic story in this piano piece, which was so moving. It is tear-jerking and inspires people's yearning for beauty. ”

Zhang Qiusheng's virtue is afraid that people will say good things about him: "You have won the award, this song is still very immature." ”

The Korean classmate said seriously; "The most important thing about music is that it touches people, and you did that. It's amazing! After speaking, he said hesitantly: "It turns out that I was going to ask you for a music score, but it's a pity that I haven't written it yet." However, I must go to China, to meet your sister, to learn from her. ”

Zhang Qiusheng stretched out his hand to this music-obsessed student and said, "Welcome to WÈN China!" "The hands of the students of China and South Korea were clasped tightly." Lee Jeong-nam. "Zhang Qiusheng."

An old man who had been standing next to him for a long time said: "I am a music teacher at Xiangdong University, Oshima. Zhang Qiusheng and Li Zhengnan bowed together and shouted, "Hello Mr. Oshima!" ”

Oshima exclaimed, "It's amazing, it's really amazing that an improvisational piano piece can be played like this." Turns out I think the third movement is a bit cluttered. If you take those Italian opera keys, it would be better to change the boat song, aria or serenade to a song-like Andante. Now knowing that you're improvising is a great deal. ”

Zhang Qiusheng hurriedly bowed: "Thank you, teacher, for your advice!" ”

At this time, Yoko and Ai Harukami and Maishin Riverside came to them. Harukami Ai is holding a guqin in both hands, and Wuxin is holding a jade flute by the river. Yoko first bowed to Oshima and Lee Masao, saying, "Sorry for the interruption." ”

Oshima said in admiration again: "Oh, the Chinese guqin and jade flute. Do you want him to play the flute and the song? I'm listening. With that, he and Lee Zhengnan returned to the audience.

Daiko bowed to Zhang Qiusheng again and said, "May I ask Zhang Qiushengjun, can you play a song for us?" ”

Zhang Qiusheng asked with a smile: "It's the task of your organization, right?" Want to test if we are from a decent family? ”

Whether it is martial arts or Xiuzhen in China, as long as it is a famous and upright school with a long heritage, there are at least two compulsory courses in qin, chess, calligraphy and painting. In order to cultivate one's self-cultivation and not take the wrong path on the road of cultivation in the future.

Yoko didn't answer the question, just bowed deeply again. This is tantamount to admitting Zhang Qiusheng's question.

Li Mantun and Sun Buwu came up, Li Mantun said: "Let's come here, I'm worried that I can't find the guqin and flute." ”

Li Mantun took the guqin, Sun Buwu picked up the dong flute, and another girl brought the piano table for Li Mantun. Li Mantun placed the piano on the piano table and sat cross-legged. Sun Buwu also sat cross-legged beside Li Mantun and was a little behind. The two whispered a few words, presumably discussing what to play.