Chapter 72: Fourth Movement "Eternity"

On February 8, from the early hours of the morning, there was a stirring on the Internet. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The three major entertainment companies have long mobilized their own celebrities of all sizes to help canvass for votes, and Aurora, as the only successful virtual idol in the entire Silver Wing, is even more promoted by the entire Silver Wing.

Whether it is a newcomer who has just signed a contract or an A-level signing star who has already mixed into the first line, they have begun to help canvass for votes. This is the first time in Yanzhou for so many years that the three major companies have openly competed in the matter of virtual idols.

Others, however, are more concerned about the release of new songs at 8 a.m.

Xue Jing, who is over 160 years old, did not walk around the park downstairs as usual after waking up in the morning, but sat in his study, turned on the audio and video equipment, and waited for eight o'clock to come.

On the table was a paper notebook and a pen, which he planned to write down his thoughts and analyses after listening to the fourth movement. Compared with electronic recording, Xue Jing prefers manual recording, which is more feeling.

There was a stack of books on the table, some of them were textbooks written by Xue Jing, and some were books written by others for reference. Many peers feel that Xue Jing took on the task of compiling music analysis and creative guidance on the symphonic structure, which is an unwise decision, this genre is too lonely and unpopular, talented people are hidden, and there must be nothing dry to write publicly, it is all some specious nonsense, some people who buy books will give bad reviews after reading them, just look at the previous textbooks, who writes and who is scolded, it is a thankless task.

However, Xue Jing only smiled every time he heard this kind of words, and someone asked him who he participated in, and Xue Jing also smiled and did not answer.

Xue Jing has been analyzing the three movements of "One Hundred Years of Annihilation", and the deeper he analyzes, the more frightened he becomes, marveling at Fang Zhao's ability to control and amazed at Fang Zhao's boldness and progress. In these three movements, there are many techniques that are not popular and neglected nowadays, but those in these three movements perfectly interpret the artistic conception that the movement wants to express.

"There's one left." Xue Jing said in a low voice.

In fact, after listening to the first two movements, you can understand the purpose and intention of the creator, the third movement is the theme of war, and the fourth movement should be the end.

As soon as eight o'clock arrived, Xue Jing opened the audio-visual platform. High dubbing equipment, the MV is clearly presented in front of you.

The image shows a slaughter at dawn, which follows the end of the third movement, and the full-scale battle continues, but the picture is not gloomy and bleak, and the music is less urgent and oppressive.

The two chromatic tones, one dark and one bright, alternate at the beginning of the fourth movement, and the treble and double bass construct a vast space between heaven and earth, making the music very vivid. The short, accented sixteenth notes, like the cold wind blowing violently at this dawn, can feel the movement of air in every hair of the body. The cello accentuated the vibrato, as if the heavens and the earth were trembling because of the murderous aura emitted by this fierce battle for survival.

The trees that are fighting back in an all-round way, their bodies are full of splashes of muddy water, and every branch seems to be oozing with thick blood and murderous aura, with desperate bravery, they will kill all the beasts that they see that have plundered their living world!

In the composite timbre of trombone and woodwind, the horn sound of muted instruments is added, and the rigid sound itself is a little hoarse and dull, like those wild beasts in the image that have begun to be timid and begin to retreat under the counterattack of the trees. The once ferocious and unstoppable body of murder has become fragile and exhausted, cowering in the early hours of this cold wind howling.

The difference is that the dynamics of the woodwind sound accumulate little by little.

In the image, the brave trees forced those hideous faces to retreat step by step. In the slightly hoarse sound of the metal horn, the gloom and murder of the beast made the last struggle, and roared with its bloody mouth wide open.

A fist with a chilling murderous aura locked the heart of the beast in front of it, like a sharpened spear, with a cold impact without hesitation.

The beast that was hit made an arc through the air and crashed into the lake not far away. The surface of the lake broke, and the beast that fell into it struggled twice before sinking.

There are also some broken branches on the surface of the lake, scattered floating on it.

The figure glanced at the lake.

The strong string play carries the grief that does not come out of the exhalation, but at the same time, the string group continues to play with tenacity and perseverance.

Compared with wind and percussion, string music carries a kind of softness, but it is not blindly soft, soft with rigidity, and grief is no longer a weak pathos, but transformed into a strong momentum and explosiveness.

The figure in the picture turned around and ran towards the top of the mountain in front of him, and a few unknown weeds on the ground sparsely swayed under the air waves brought by the figure's running.

One by one, the beasts were knocked down and trampled underfoot.

The tree people cooperate with each other seamlessly, which is a tacit understanding that has been tempered by countless battles to the death.

Step by step, step by step.

When the figure in the picture finally stood on the top of the mountain, in the composite timbre of trombone and woodwind, the little bit of accumulated strength of the woodwind finally exploded.

The wind ensemble is played three octaves apart in unison, and the combination of open timbres is a wide view from the top of the mountain.

The battlefield corpses under the mountain are all over the field, some wild beasts and some trees. However, compared to the beginning, the figures moving on the ground dominated the main body of the beasts, but the companions of the trees.

As far as the eye can see, everywhere you can see the brave figures of their companions fighting.

The unfolding of trumpets and harmonies, the high-pitched sound symbolizes that this war is finally coming to an end. The drumbeat is less urgent, more uplifting. The percussion is based on the timpani that people are familiar with in the new century, and the more primitive drum sound is compounded, which is a perfect and magical fusion of sounds from different time and space.

As if it had spent a long cold winter without sunshine, when the figure standing on the top of the mountain raised his head, saw the thick clouds in the sky slowly disperse, and saw the golden sunlight shining in the sky, the blood-stained fists that had just killed many wild beasts trembled slightly, trembling non-stop, with a hidden excitement in his eyes, and the next moment he would burst into tears.

The sun seemed to bring a scorching temperature, melting the sharp and angular hearts they had armed with because of the war, touching the softest places in their hearts.

Such sunshine, they saw it a long, long time ago. That represents warmth and hope.

They were also a group of ordinary creatures on the earth who suffered a lot, and experienced unimaginable despair and depression.

They are fighting and fighting in a cold and desperate situation, and they are not only winning freedom and rebirth, but also a world!

The surging emotional eruption, the shouts from the top of the mountain, and the high-pitched male voice in the majestic music, seemed to carry an immeasurable force to lift the whole world.

In the broad music of the orchestral ensemble, the passionate harmony is like the carnival of all the creatures who have seen the sun, celebrating this hard-won victory.

The violin is played like time combing through this reborn world.

The clouds of freedom in the sky hovered above the lake, and the turbid waters of the lake became clear, and the remains of broken branches floating on the surface of the lake sank to the bottom of the lake. The sparse ground around the lake is already covered with vigorous grass.

In the rhythm of the more energetic and powerful composite drums, the soles of the knotted branches of the trees stepped on the already lush grass and ran, not with haste and nervousness, but with excitement and tears.

From today onwards, we will no longer see those murderous figures.

From now on, they don't have to be on the move to escape for their lives.

From today, the world will be a new world!

So, is it time to rest?

Yes.

In the majestic harmony, the mighty blowing of the expanded orchestra, the rising strings, and the powerful confirmation of the drum beat again and again indicate an open picture that is about to unfold.

The figure at the front of the trees, standing on a high slope, looked at the figures of the idle and free companions scattered around, stepped on the soft soil under his feet, and showed a bright and relieved smile.

In the warm sun, I opened my arms relaxedly, and the knotted branches finally spread out, the strong arms became branches stretched out on all sides, and the legs became roots again, deep into the earth, taking root.

It's like a new life.

The trees that walked around, after finding a satisfactory place, spread their knotted branches and took root in the earth. The bare branches, illuminated by the sun, emerge tender green leaf buds, and the leaf buds unfold, with the halo of life.

Some bizarre vocals hum in the ears, and the ensemble with electronic timbre creates a new and magnificent colorful world.

The different parts of the string ensemble play different roles, as if the undead who died in the war overlooking this new world, as if some new, never-before-seen life is whispering, and like the joyful and complex voices of the trees who have re-rooted in the new land.

The corpses of the war were covered with dust and new vegetation, and the catastrophic war destroyed a number of lives, but also cultivated a group of awakened lives.

The land is full of life, there is freshness and decay, but at least, everything is going in a good direction.

Looking down from the sky, on the boundless earth, the whole world became quiet and peaceful again, as if the catastrophe that destroyed the world had never happened.

But beneath the peaceful and distant surface of the world are those tenacious and magnificent souls that have endured calamities.

What is Eternity?

How long is eternity?

I don't know.

If, one day, another catastrophe strikes, they will stand up again.

Life never ends, and the battle never stops.

In the image, the picture flies over the trees that have formed a forest on the ground, and farther away where the sun does not shine, there is no haze and gloom, but a bright and mysterious starry sky.

The music gradually calmed down, the strings with a little sadness and emotion in the beauty gradually became lighter, and the deep male voice gradually faded away in the strings.

The subtitles are gradually rising.

"MV Protagonist: Aurora

Species: Dragon elephant Tianluo

Song Title: Chapter 4 of "One Hundred Years of Annihilation" - "Eternity"

Producer: Fang Zhao

Production team: Aurora project team, Fang Zhao, Zu Wen, Song Miao, Pang Pusong, Zeng Huang, Wan Yue, Fu Yingtian, Stella, Zhang Yu, etc.

Production company: Silver Wing Media. ”

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Xue Jing stared at the name of the producer on the subtitles, sighed and shook his head, a little incredulous, and a little happy to pick up the treasure.

"Fang Zhao, that kid!"

Shaking his head, Xue Jing picked up the pen and wrote a sentence in his notebook:

"Aurora, from being a member of ordinary beings to leading a group of counterattacks, an epic journey, each tune of the movement carries a strong sense of realism and shock, as if the creator had really experienced it."