Looking back at the long history of music, every amazing century work has a story behind it.

It is also such and such true stories that have contributed to the birth of one classic after another.

Prokofiev's Piano Concerto No. 2 is no different.

In 1913, due to the suicide of his best friend, the young Prokofiev wrote this piano concerto in G minor in memory of his friend.

From the perspective of the growth history of a composer, today, in this huge work, the novel chords and orchestrations, and the death of a strong Platts style are all unique features of this work.

It's just that all we can look back at is history.

August 23, 1913.

When Prokofiev made his debut on stage with a concerto for his classmates, he was met with insults from many people.

"This music of the future, give it to the devil. We're here to have fun, and my cat plays this kind of music. ”

At the time, most of the reports and comments were in this tone.

But there's nothing surprising about that.

The music of the Sta Lin period was almost to be listened to over and over again in the face of Russia's suffering.

Because these works are always connected to dark historical periods.

Perhaps Rachmaninoff's decision not to return to China was the right one.

In that turbulent period, artists, including musicians, were walking on thin ice.

In an age when life can pass away at any time, what is stronger than the yearning for freedom and the desire to survive.

But that doesn't dampen a composer's passion for creation.

Like his predecessor Chopin, the young Prokofiev saw himself as a master of music who could master perfect emotions.

In the final movement of the Piano Concerto No. 2, the sonata fourth movement, Prokofiev shows the world the most delicate parts of his emotions.

The thematic contrast of this movement is very obvious, unlike the second movement where the peaks are chaotic, and there is no third movement that is confused.

The tempest-like main theme and the Russian ballad-like minor theme are intertwined, and the first movement is withdrawn, and the minor theme is not repeated after the end of the movement's repertoire.

The movement begins.

The summer and winter baton is a little harder.

The timpani sounded again, and the whole orchestra seemed to continue the mania of the third movement.

The main theme of the restless introduction and jumping up and down walks in the torrential rain and wind.

But this time, the piano sound is no longer restless.

Under the gaze of the audience, He Jing's arms were a little lighter.

The playing of raindrops, catalyzing a deep melody, in the occasional flash of thunderous drumbeats,

Not in a hurry, not in a hurry, not in a humble manner.

The storm always passed quickly, and after the sound of percussion had completely disappeared into the hall, the piano's sporadic notes were like the last drops of rain after a storm.

As the last drop of rain fell, it hit the empty joint

A few low chords crossed, and He Jing raised his hands slightly.

At this point, the whole orchestra fell silent.

All eyes were on the piano again.

Her graceful playing, like the quiet sound of the piano at this time, cannot but be admired, and in such a work full of hardship and mania like a physical machine, this nursery rhyme-like sub-theme is invaluable.

Beautiful and comfortable, with delicate emotions, it is like a kind of sacrifice.

With the burning posture in front of the piano, it makes people sink into it unnaturally.

He Jing painted with both hands in the bass area.

After the piano monologue, Xia Dong moved, and the orchestra began to play the sub-theme.

It still continues the delicacy and beauty created by the piano.

At this time.

The second half of the concert has vaguely come to an end.

But the epilogue didn't last long in such a beautiful tranquility.

The vast majority of Prokofiev's works have an interesting feature, that good things always end in an unacceptable form.

As at the beginning of the Second Violin Concerto, the violin is speaking affectionately, and the orchestra tramples it in a rough rhythm of sixteen and eight.

For example, in the second movement of the Piano Concerto No. 3, the impression of the tranquil and beautiful theme of the first variation is destroyed by the disappointing second variation that follows.

The same is true of this movement.

Just as the piano's innocent secondary nursery rhyme was about to end, a raucous orchestra abruptly replaced it.

Moment.

Many of the audience members who were listening carefully sat up or let out a short sound of doubt.

On the stage, He Jing's expression was difficult again.

After retaking over the music, she developed with a dark brilliance.

And the cadenza is more poised here than the eerie horror of the first movement.

Music no longer wants to vent the irrational of the mentally ill.

From slow to fast, He Jing's ten fingers on the keyboard became faster and faster.

From sixteenth notes to sixths, beads of sweat had slid down her chin.

Then.

The main theme surfaces, and the orchestra picks up again to begin the development of the minor theme.

The most delicate and unique part of the whole work arrives.

Both topics unfold at the same time.

The cool-toned orchestra begins to unbridle with a roar, while the piano part continues the cadenza pattern to finalize the gradual theme.

Urgent, depressed, and full of enthusiasm.

At the critical point of the endurance limit of the stage sound cover.

He Jing seemed to have completely let go of the emotions suppressed in his heart.

After a violent and continuous discordant jump of both hands.

The next second

He Jing's right hand played two desperate scratches in a row.

"!!!!————————Shh

"Whoa!!!!!————————

In the thunderous boom of percussion and the metallic roar of the bass brass group, the stage ends in G minor.

Prokofiev.

Piano Concerto No. 2.

...

Quiet.

There was silence in the hall.

In the forty minutes of work, there has never been a moment of silence.

Equally.

A forty-minute piece requires absolute endurance and energy on the part of the performer.

Moment.

The hall seemed to be still, and only the figures in front of the piano were still alive.

He Jing dragged the piano board and slowly stood up.

This stop.

It was as if it had awakened the whole hall again.

Moment.

"Whoop~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Whoop~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Whoa~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Waves of applause came in waves, mixed with screams and shouts.

It's not an arena and there are no judges.

From front to back, the audience was in the same caliber and applauded in unison.

A minute later.

The applause has not diminished.

He Jing stood at the front of the stage, quietly looking at the center of the audience.

A moment later.

He bowed deeply.

This bow is like a final farewell performance.

She was slow to get up.

Time.

The applause was even greater.

That's when it happened.

In the eighth row of the audience, Qin Gang got up and took the bouquet handed over by Fang Xuehua.

Slowly walked to the stage.

"This?~"

Looking at his father, who was about to walk to the edge of the stage, Qin Jian withdrew his left foot that walked into the stage.

On his hands, there are also delicate clusters.

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