"Yes, the Hundred Birds and the Phoenix are just the artistic pinnacle of suona, but it is not the artistic pinnacle of Chinese folk music."

"In the 5,000-year-old history of China, not only suona, but also guzheng, pipa, erhu - and many other musical instruments."

"Among these musical instruments, each instrument has its own famous song, such as "High Mountains and Flowing Water", "Spring River Flower and Moonlight Night" for the guzheng, "Ambush on All Sides" and so on for the pipa......"

"Suona is just a branch of Chinese folk music, and the breadth and profundity of folk music is not as simple as you think."

"Mr. Ilte, you know too little about Huaxia, and Western listeners don't know about Huaxia at all—"

When he said this, he sighed a little ashamedly on the weekend: "Even our own young people in China don't know about traditional Chinese folk music. ”

"Mr. Ilte, Mr. Kenzie, what I want to do now is to make our Chinese young people like folk music rather than letting Western listeners know about folk music."

"So in the near future, I have no plans to perform abroad, I hope the two of you can understand."

After the weekend, there was a brief silence in the audience.

Miao Qing's eyes were shining, and she looked at the weekend with great interest, without blinking.

The head of the Chinese Orchestra, Lu and others, smiled with a little red on their old faces, and carefully savored the weekend's words.

Only Ilt said loudly in disbelief: "No, impossible, I have been to China many times, and I have heard some classic Chinese folk music repertoire, but only "A Hundred Birds and a Phoenix" can have such a strong shock to my soul. ”

"I won't believe it unless you can let me see it with my own eyes."

Ilt glared at him, feeling that he was bragging about the weekend, and if it was as he said the weekend, his article would look ridiculous.

In that article, he used the best and most shocking words to describe it.

Weekend shrugged his shoulders, and just wanted to get rid of the foreigner Ilte as soon as possible, so he turned his head and said to Miao Qing: "Let the group come over for a while, remember to bring her erhu." ”

"Hmm."

Miao Qing nodded, and soon went to call the dumplings over.

"Borrow your erhu and use it."

I couldn't help but say that I took over the erhu in the hands of the still confused dumplings.

In the Chinese orchestra, everyone else also understood what they wanted to do on the weekend, and they all showed extremely anticipatory looks.

Ilt twisted his neck unnaturally, his expression serious.

Kenzi smiled and watched the excitement on the side, pricking up his ears.

"Zheng~"

The weekend was still tuning, but the atmosphere was already tense.

"There are a lot of famous erhu songs, I don't know which one he will play."

""Fishing Boat Singing Evening", "Good Night", and "Flowing Wave Song" were all once artistic treasures in China and even the whole world, but unfortunately now they are either mutilated or simply lost."

"Have you forgotten that there is also an erhu song that can truly represent the pinnacle of Chinese folk music art......"

"You mean...... It's impossible, I think it's possible for other tunes, but the tune you're talking about is absolutely impossible...... No matter how old he is, he will never be able to pull out the profound artistic conception of the bitterness of the world in that song. ”

The weekend hadn't started yet, but several players in the Chinese orchestra had quarreled first.

Compared with suona, erhu has a higher historical status in Chinese folk music, and its inheritance is longer.

There are more famous songs in erhu than suona, especially one famous song in a famous song.

A blind wandering pianist wrote his own difficult life experience into a famous song that made the world kneel down.

It's a pity that they have only heard of this song, but no one has actually seen it.

At this time, the erhu had been fully tuned for the weekend, but instead of starting immediately, he closed his eyes and began to brew emotions.

Captain Lu took the opportunity to glare at several performers in the main troupe and silenced them.

A few seconds later, Weekend opened his eyes, and the others instantly pricked up their ears as well.

"Zheng—"

As soon as the strings sounded, everyone present invariably showed a look of surprise.

Due to the production process of the erhu, its sound is first emitted by the vibration of the strings, and then amplified by the change of the case, which will appear low and sad to the human ear.

Therefore, the erhu is very easy to associate with words such as sadness and sadness, especially when playing some slower songs, such as crying, as if someone is telling a sad story in the ear.

But at this time, the erhu sound on the weekend is unusually bright and joyful, full of festive atmosphere.

"Zheng~Zheng~Zheng~"

The erhu's voice is getting faster and faster, and it sounds like bursts of firecrackers.

At this time, the chief erhu in the Chinese orchestra heard this, and suddenly danced excitedly.

"It's ...... Night! ”

"A song "Good Night" is a festive season, and Chinese people all over the world sing Chinese New Year's Eve."

Night?

Erhu famous song "Good Night"?

The others in the Chinese orchestra were stunned for a moment, and then their faces were stunned.

Isn't this bright and cheerful melody talking about the night talk of the family sitting around the fireside on Chinese New Year's Eve?

The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.

The importance of the Chinese New Year's Eve festival to the Chinese nation has almost been imprinted in the bones.

On this day, even wanderers who are far away will rush back to reunite with their families, bid farewell to the old year and welcome the new year in the sound of fireworks and firecrackers.

Among the people present, except for the two foreigners, Ilt and Kenzie, everyone else was immersed in the sound of the erhu.

The erhu, which has always been known for its sadness, was pulled so steadily and peacefully by the weekend.

This skill makes the chief erhu in the national orchestra can't help but feel ashamed.

Although Ilt and Kenzie are not Chinese, they both have one thing in common, a high appreciation for music.

They can feel the melody in the song, and the emotions flow freely like a mountain spring.

It's not as amazing as "A Hundred Birds and a Phoenix", but it's more moisturizing and silent, and it quietly immerses you in a piece of peace.

As a music critic, Ilt couldn't tell which piece was better.

At this time, the erhu sound also ended in a good wish.

However, the song of more than four minutes made the scene quiet for more than half a minute.

"Kenzi, I lost, I do know too little about Chinese folk music."

At this time, Ilt let out a bitter smile helplessly, and there was a strong sense of frustration in his voice.

"Ilte, you shouldn't have called me here, I regret coming now."

As soon as Kenzi said this, several players of the Chinese orchestra suddenly looked a little displeased.

What does this old white man mean? Is he looking down on our famous Chinese erhu songs?

The next second, they saw Kenzie step forward quickly, grabbed Weekend's arm with some excitement and said, "Why, why do you want me to hear such a beautiful melody." ”

"I'm probably going to get insomnia because I'll never hear about it again."

Kenzie's exaggerated expression made the people in the Chinese orchestra laugh, this white old man deserves to be American, and he is really fleshy enough.

"Mr. Ilte, Mr. Kenzie, thank you for affirming me, but I still have the same sentence, and I have no idea of performing abroad for the time being."

The weekend was unmoved, which made the two old foreign men extremely disappointed.

"So, can I tell the audience around the world about your presence in Gramophone magazine?"

"That's your freedom."

Ilt stretched his complexion for a moment.

Kenzie was a little reluctant to persuade the weekend not to be so selfish, and the listeners in Berlin would be very pitiful if they knew that they had missed such beautiful music.

"Mr. Kenzie, I don't have a chance to go to Berlin for the time being, but if the Berliner Philharmonic Orchestra is willing to come to Puhai, I think we will all welcome it warmly."

Speaking of this at the end of the week, he suddenly smiled a little slyly and said: "By the way, Conductor Sieg plans to lead the Berlin Symphony Orchestra to China for exchange later this month. ”

As soon as Kenzie heard Sieg's name, the little old man's eyes immediately popped out.

The Berlin Symphony Orchestra and the Berliner Philharmoniker have been very competitive in the past two years.

Sieg and Kenzie, the two core figures in the orchestra, also don't look at each other so well.

"Zhou, I'll consider your proposal carefully."

"But I still want to say that the doors of the Berlin Philharmonic are open for you at any time."

After Kenzi and Ilte, the two foreigners left, the seniors of the Chinese orchestra came to care about the juniors of the weekend.

"It's really terrifying, I didn't expect you to have such attainments in addition to suona."

"Indeed, this song "Good Night" is only peaceful, not a little sad, and it already has a faint demeanor."

"The most important thing is that the weekend is young but looks at the problem very deeply, and the truth that folk music should be rooted in the nation is not something that everyone can understand."

Speaking of which, the seniors of several Chinese orchestras told the weekend that China has not produced some excellent folk music performers before.

But some performers, after performing abroad a few times, are corrupted by capitalism, and people stay abroad.

"In fact, they are not taken seriously in foreign orchestras at all, and there are very few who can give recitals."

"This kind of person, even if the skill is practiced at a high level, what about it?"

Several seniors of the Chinese Orchestra, when they talked about those people, their faces were full of disdain.

"However, in order for folk music to develop, it is true that we must not rest on our laurels, and it is necessary to have friendly exchanges with Western music appropriately."

Several seniors of the Chinese Orchestra talked about inviting the Berlin Symphony Orchestra to Puhai for exchange over the weekend, and they did quite well.

Neither in the eyes of no one, nor in the face of self-indulgence.

"The predecessors planted trees, and the descendants enjoyed the shade, and I also stood on the shoulders of giants."

On the weekend, he said modestly: "After the Berlin Symphony Orchestra comes to Puhai, can it have an exchange performance with the Chinese Orchestra, and then we will invite several seniors of the main orchestra to help support the scene." ”

The seniors of the main group have praised themselves for a long time, and they have to repay the favor on the weekend.

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