Chapter 771 Symphony version of Erquan Yingyue
The song "Serving the Country with Loyalty" ended, and the audience was excited.
In the Vienna Golden Hall, there are censorship of songs. It does not mean that you cannot sing patriotic songs, but that you cannot sing songs that may easily offend other people's nerves.
"The majestic China wants to come from all over the world to congratulate" are lyrics that touch the nerves of other countries, and the translation puts a knife in their heart.
But the organizer still passed the review. There are reasons why they had to pass the review.
The Chinese audience at the scene applauded like crazy, "This song is awesome!"
"Shock these foreigners!"
"The translation is great!"
" Okay, okay, this is how you play, right?”
The foreigners’ reaction was: “Is China already so powerful?”
"I think of Genghis Khan, the terrifying Eastern cavalry."
"China is really powerful."
"I don't believe it is impossible for China to develop so fast."
Foreigners' lack of information is unimaginable in China. They can only know what the media tells them.
Foreigners have lagged behind the world for too long, and they still look at the world from old perspectives.
By the end of the three songs, the atmosphere had reached a climax, and the Chinese audience couldn't wait to know what song would come next.
"I like "March of the Mighty East Wind"."
"Damn, you are so bad!"
"My "March of the Iron Torrent" is so unsatisfactory ”
“Children make choices, adults all do.”
The Chinese audience shouted ""Steel Torrent""""The Mighty East Wind""
Xu Nuo smiled slightly, took the baton from Du Tao, and completed the exchange of command rights.
The next moment, Lin Wanqing announced the next song.
""Mighty March of the East Wind"."
It's time to give foreigners some color.
Although "March of the Iron Torrent" is also very strong, the army is too far away from them, and the missiles must be faster.
The Chinese audience screamed, their faces were full of enthusiasm, and they applauded desperately.
“Damn it, this is cultural export!”
“Using missiles to export culture, I’m asking you if you’re convinced.”
“If you’re not convinced, you can try it again. Until you are convinced.”
"What the hell, are you so serious about it? The second brother of the Golden Hall was pinched?"
Amidst the discussion, Xu Nuo began to conduct the band.
“唔~唔唔唔~”
The music is majestic, but the most awesome thing is the video on the big screen.
Rows of log transport trucks painted in camouflage bring up a puff of smoke in the desert.
Foreigners didn’t know what this thing was at first and couldn’t see clearly.
The next moment, the cargo compartment of the log transport truck was lifted up and turned into tall towers.
In the wilderness, mist and rain are lingering, and green steel towers are pointed at the sky, making people's hair stand on end.
"wtf!"
Case solved, this is a missile transporter.
Missile transport vehicles with different shapes are ready to go. Although the power is unknown, looking at the shape, it is obviously not ordinary goods.
The momentum is fierce and murderous, making people shudder.
Boom!
A missile was launched, and then one missile after another soared into the sky in huge flames.
Countless missiles trailing long tail flames, like meteors.
It's just that shooting stars can grant wishes, but this thing can only grant last wishes.
The east wind blooms thousands of trees at night, and blows down stars like rain.
It’s so beautiful that it makes people shudder.
The Chinese audience was excited, their fingers were ready to move, and they wanted to order a packet on the spot.
The eyes of the foreigners are shining, no matter which country they are from, no one will be confused after seeing this thing.
Of course, it’s important not to hit yourself on the head. If you hit yourself on the head, then wait until you ascend to heaven.
The song "March of the East Wind" brought the atmosphere to its climax.
Several songs in a row are all exciting songs. Not only the audience, but also the promise is a little tired.
Concerts should also be about going too far and not doing enough, and continuous output will also cause the audience to feel disgusted.
So the next song changed the style.
"Next song, Erhu Concerto, "Er Fountains Reflect the Moon", Erhu, Zhang Tinglan, symphony, Magic City Symphony Orchestra."
This performance is not simply "Er Fountains Reflect the Moon"; Symphonic collaboration.
Erhu Zhang Tinglan, a famous domestic erhu master, studied under the internationally famous erhu master Ma Shaohui.
Zhang Tinglan is also well-known internationally, and the audience applauded.
The Chinese audience was even more excited, "Damn it, the erhu is even here."
"Open the eyes of the foreigners!"
"I realized it. I will first use cannons to bombard the foreign devils, and then I will play "Er Fountain Reflects the Moon" as a sad song for them."
" Ah, isn’t this a bit too much? But I like it.” As soon as Zhang Tinglan appeared on the stage with her erhu, the foreigners looked at her curiously.
Erhu is an instrument with distinctive Chinese characteristics, and people from all over the world are full of curiosity about this instrument.
Erhu courses are offered in many countries in Europe, America and Asia, and Erhu performances are also frequent on the world stage.
Zhang Tinglan shook hands with Xu Nuo and then sat at the front.
Promise to raise your hands and the music will play again.
Melodious, tactful, weeping and complaining, it seems that people can see their own life. This is the charm of "The Moon Reflected in Two Springs".
The melody and charm of the erhu were completely preserved by Zhang Tinglan. Coupled with the symphony's filling and decoration of the erhu sound, the whole piece became richer.
The audience's mood suddenly fell from space to the abyss.
The excitement caused by listening to "March of the East Wind" was completely cooled down by a basin of cold water.
The ambition of "Guanghan Palace Breaking Formation Song", "I can't help but control my fate" in "Yungong Xunyin", the feelings of family and country in "Loyalty to the Country", the majesty and majesty of "March of the Mighty East Wind", Under "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon" everything disappears into smoke.
After hearing "Two Springs Reflect the Moon", I realized the impermanence of life.
Conquering space is nothing, and national sentiments are nothing, life is the final destination.
The scene was extremely quiet, or not just quiet, but a kind of silence.
This kind of tranquility from the inside out gradually calmed down their minds.
Zhang Tinglan’s erhu perfectly expresses deep and tragic emotions with medium and low volume, making the audience feel sad.
But this is just a foundation. Then Zhang Tinglan used a big octave jump to inject a bit of vitality into the slowly sinking music.
This trace of vitality makes the music more stubborn and allows the audience to see a beam of light in the abyss.
Zhang Tinglan shook her head and stamped her feet, and the audience was intoxicated.
At the beginning of the third section, the intervals jump and the rhythm accelerates, making the mood transition from stubbornness to generosity.
Just like life, it doesn’t matter if you hit the bottom, it’s whether you can get up that matters.
The appeal of music makes the audience seem to see a man fighting against his destiny.
There is unwillingness, resistance, and sadness about life in the music.
Even if life is difficult, they have not surrendered to fate. Foreigners like this kind of music and they worship such heroes.
Between the interlaced bowstrings of the erhu, there is a force accumulating. This is the unwillingness to fate and the desire for light. This is the hope in a desperate situation.
The delicate lyricism of the strings and the vigorous passion of the brass set off the sadness and desolation of the erhu in a deep and intense way.
Sorrow, resistance, helplessness, love and other emotions are vividly displayed in the music.
At the end of "The Moon Reflected in Two Springs", the audience was still very quiet, and many people listened with their eyes closed.
"Two Springs Reflect the Moon" does not need the assistance of pictures. This song sings about life. What everyone hears is their own story.
Xu Nuo put his hands down, the audience was still thinking about this piece of music.
After a few seconds, someone came to their senses and started applauding.
Applause spread from the front row to the back, and the audience in the back opened their eyes and applauded.
Applause came one after another like a tide, from front to back and back to front.
Cheers, screams, and applause mixed together.
Zhang Tinglan stood up amidst the applause and bowed slightly to the audience. She bowed in every direction, then shook hands with Xu Nuo and Du Tao.
Then Zhang Tinglan left and came all the way here just to make a guest appearance. This time her performance tour happened to be in Europe, so this time it was just a stopover.
In the audience, Xiao Li asked Antonio, "How do you like this piece of music?"
"Very good, I think of my grandfather." Antonio's eyes were full of memories.
Xiao Li smiled. He had been worried that foreigners would not be able to appreciate the erhu.
It requires a threshold to appreciate this thing, and it is easy to think of beggars.
“I thought you wouldn’t like this kind of musical instrument.”
Antonio shook his head, “No, I only like music, not the musical instrument. By the way, what kind of musical instrument is this?”< br>
“Erhu.” Xiao Li said proudly: “Erhu! Our traditional Chinese musical instrument.”
"It's cool that such a small instrument can play such beautiful music." Antonio nodded.
After a pause, Antonio suddenly said: "Can I learn this?"
Xiao Li understood what he meant. What he wanted to ask was whether Erhu was easy to learn.
“It’s very difficult.” Xiao Li said honestly: “Maybe it will take a long, long time to learn.”
He pointed at Zhang Tinglan, “Maybe by her age That’s it.”
Who knew Antonio's eyes were shining, "It's great, she is very young, and I am not young either. I want to try."
Xiao Li was dumbfounded, brother, I am talking about her since she was a child I started to learn, and I am only at this level now. It’s not a matter of age, right?
"Then I wish you good luck." Xiao Li shrugged. It's a good thing that foreigners are interested.
On the stage, Xu Nuo picked up the microphone and said, "The next performance will be a bit long, we can take a break in the middle."
The orchestra is a little tired now, and the audience is also tired. It takes time to relax.
Everyone got up and moved around, and the Chinese audience started chatting.
"What song is next?"
"If it takes a long time, it should be "Yellow River Cantata"?"
"It's possible, but not necessarily, as promised. Habit, it’s time for a new song.”
“It must be new!”
"There's nothing wrong with it. It's a miracle that there are no new songs where the promise is."
"There are already four old songs today, which is abnormal."
(End of this chapter)