After a few simple chats, Li Jinglin left the orchestra.

And the musicians didn't delay much, packed up the scores, and went back to their respective homes.

Immediately began to start the practice in earnest.

In a world-class orchestra, there is no such thing as indiscriminate refilling.

Every seemingly inconspicuous musician has a real ability.

And, in terms of attitude, it is also extremely correct.

No one is perfect, and there may be those who are proud of their outstanding abilities, but there is absolutely no self-righteousness.

After all, it was Li Jinglin who made these arrangements.

These musicians, after going back, listened to the samples repeatedly, and then sight-saw their parts as a whole.

Almost all of them were completely scored, which was quite fast.

This is also quite normal.

Play the instrument, if it's a solo, it may be very difficult, and some pieces may not be won so quickly.

But if it is an ensemble, it will be much lower for the individual difficulty requirements, because the difficulty is almost all on top of the coordination.

For these musicians.

Make a new tune.

In fact, it's like a normal person reciting a novella.

Almost a literate person, he can read through when he comes up, and with a little familiarity, he will read aloud very smoothly.

You may encounter rare words, but in fact, it's a bump + dictionary thing, and you can read it twice.

An hour, absolutely enough.

What's next?

The steps are exactly the same as memorizing a poem.

Read, understand the content of the music.

Then divide it into variation passages according to your own way of remembering.

Recite it repeatedly until a physical memory is formed, and then memorize it.

It's not tough.

For the next recitation, and the "recitation" of the cooperation of everyone.

It is very important to understand the content of the song.

If it's a normal day, everyone will memorize it according to their own understanding.

But now, Li Jinglin has given all the musicians the same task, to read the history of the founding of Dang, which began with the New Culture Movement.

Thus, the understanding of memory has a common historical framework.

Not beat around the bush.

Objectively speaking.

The difficulty of understanding the music of "The Awakening Age" is far greater than that of "The Three-Body Problem".

But the premise is that this is for a top orchestra that knows nothing about modern history and has never seen "The Three-Body Problem".

For domestic orchestras.

If you want to understand the theme song of "The Awakening Age", it's simply too simple, not to mention these musicians, put them on the street, and pull a normal Chinese person casually.

You may not know anything about the three-body problem, but you must know a general idea of modern history.

At least I know that it was dark and shameful, with the sacrifices of the martyrs.

It's a bloodline memory.

So, in understanding.

On the contrary, it is faster than "The Three-Body Problem".

Especially this mission.

Almost all the musicians recalled the fundamental guidelines that shook the entire cultural and artistic circle.

Originated from the instructions made by No. 1 at the National Conference on Propaganda and Ideological Work.

"Arm people with scientific theories, guide people with correct public opinion, shape people with noble spirit, and inspire people with excellent works."

What could be more inspiring than music that has evolved into a difficult history?

Merely.

On top of this.

Li Jinglin has made some more different changes.

There is no lofty slogan, nor does it hold high any banner, nor does it fill the work with an absolute ideal, or even a dream-like praise of merit.

It is to respect history and restore history in a down-to-earth manner.

Almost any musician can hear the heart of the piece.

Tragic, hot-blooded.

However, it is fundamentally different from other songs that focus on praise.

Other music.

The ending gives you the whole happy ending.

Because, in the final outcome of history, it is indeed our victory, and it is indeed a spark that ignites the entire wilderness.

The whole is bright, solemn, and intensely terminated.

It seems that the next second after the end of the music, it is time for everyone to enthusiastically look forward to the future and start speaking.

But this song is not.

It stands at a fork in the road of history and is written in an extremely realistic way.

In the light, on the contrary, a strong hint of darkness with tragic overtones is given.

Because, after 1921, it was the really difficult and heavy history, and it was a bloody road.

It's as if the glorious ideals of our predecessors echo the dark reality.

At the end, there is a deep murmur, returning to the beginning, there is a sense of desolation of "I don't know if the world has changed, whether China has been saved", as if this is just a glimpse of history.

Obviously, this is a very popular song.

But it's not a popular song.

There is no chanting.

But it reflects another layer of greatness.

Another greatness that is ignored by all.

That's it.

At that time, everyone didn't know what the road ahead was, and under the huge darkness, the light did not shine in at all.

The only firelight is the great ideal, shining and illusory.

However, knowing that it is impossible to do and not seeing the dawn of victory, there are still predecessors who are passionate about dedicating themselves to their ideals.

Tonight.

Almost all musicians have some insomnia.

I couldn't sleep, and too much understanding flashed through my mind.

Look at the modern era.

When an idealist full of light comes out, he firmly believes that he can make the society better, firmly believes in the bright path he believes in, finds the lofty ideals of his predecessors, learns from his predecessors, and dedicates himself to the great cause.

What greeted him?

It is the cynicism of netizens, yin and yang.

"Childish", "immature", "I haven't experienced society", "I'm too idealistic", "I still haven't been hit", "What are you", "I like to think when I'm full", "Who do you think you are", "Far ahead".

And rarely see a sentence.

[Comrade, I believe in you, let's work together]

The world seems to have changed.

But after the status is a hundred times higher and the life is a hundred times better, it seems that nothing has changed.

The function of literary and artistic works is in the reincarnation of a hundred years.

It has returned to the role of the original New Culture Movement.

Scream, wake up.

At the beginning, the seniors were fools, unreasonable, axial, impulsive, and incomprehensible.

In modern times, it seems to be understandable, but in fact

Still not really understood.

One second he may still understand the martyrs, but the next second he is unwilling to say a blessing to people with bright ideals, and even sneered.

After an insight into the entire modern history.

From the works.

The musicians seemed to see something new.

A brand-new, modern society, a hundred years later, another group of post-80s and 90s sense of mission.

This night.

The musicians had mixed feelings.

The chief horn couldn't help but sigh when he saw that Qingdao belonged here.

"It's good that a weak country has no diplomacy and can not be bullied."

As if he had realized something, the principal cellist began to play it repeatedly, and it seemed that the style and mood were different each time.

The principal violin is no longer nervous, and it doesn't matter what the spot check is, but he clenches his fists with some hatred and reads the historical events that make his blood pressure soar.

I even think about it, now that I look back, I am so angry, what kind of grief and despair those predecessors who can't see the future should have been at that time.

After reading this history, the trumpet player inquired about the final attribution of these key figures.

Committed suicide by jumping into the river, was brutally murdered by the dark forces, died of illness, died of depression, and sacrificed.

I can't help but have mixed feelings in my heart.

After being silent all night, I always felt a little blocked in my heart.

Looking through the papers, I sat down a little tired, breathed a long sigh of relief, stood up, and wanted to go to the bathroom.

"The trumpeter is on the trumpet, haha."

“.”

After the trumpeter was talking to himself about a boring job, he was finally in a better mood.

Relieved a little of the depression.

After washing hands and coming out of the toilet, the early morning sun shines through the window, making the trumpeters who stay up late feel their eyes slightly swelled.

Squinting slightly, I was about to close the curtains, but when I saw the traffic and the bright sunshine outside the window, an indescribable emotion came to my heart.

After getting used to the early morning light, the trumpeter saw the sun shining on the coffee table, on which his trumpet was placed.

Shimmering with golden light.

"Tsk."

Anyway, it's already past eight o'clock in the morning.

The trumpeter picks up the trumpet and opens the window.

The routine operation of "waking up the neighbor" began.

Every day, the trumpeter opens the windows rain or shine and blows all kinds of songs.

At first, the upstairs and downstairs felt a little disturbing.

But after all, he often warms up at eight o'clock and blows before going to work, not at six o'clock.

Over time, everyone not only got used to it.

It also formed a good routine.

"What are you blowing today?"

The trumpeter groaned slightly, and then smiled.

After a little more than two minutes.

A loud and bright trumpet sound floated through the window and into the building.

My Motherland and Me

Soothing and long.

Many neighbors who were accustomed to the sound of the trumpet were slightly stunned.

This neighbor rarely plays some well-known tunes on weekdays.

Most of the foreign tunes are the majority.

When chatting in his spare time, he laughed and called it "the edification with a classical atmosphere on the hour".

But this music today.

It always feels like this trumpeter has been nurtured by someone else.

Such a situation.

It happens to almost all musicians.

It's all the same.

I always want to use my own instruments to play some music that can express my heart.

It's just a collaboration of one piece of music.

That's all.

But this seemingly ordinary piece of music brought strong emotional fluctuations to the musicians.

After all, this is a national orchestra.

It's almost just one night that has passed, and what Li Jinglin wants to express in the music.

It was all known to the musicians.

And, there is a very deep understanding.

It's only been a week of practice.

The spirit of the musicians has reached its peak.

When sitting in front of Li Jinglin again, Li Jinglin could clearly feel it.

These people seem to have changed a bit.

At this time, almost all musicians have a feeling as if they can do anything now, and any piece of music can be easily mastered.

Li Jinglin smiled.

"Okay, let's get started."

(End of chapter)