Golden Greenery

When he came to the piano room where he usually practiced, Zhuoyang leaned his umbrella against the door, took off his soaked shoes and socks, placed the shoes neatly by the door, and stepped on the pine floor with his bare feet. Dry your hair and hands, fingers straight and slender.

He gently lifted the top cover of the Mendelssohn grand piano, then turned back to the front, lifted the rocker cover, and Zhuoyang sat down.

Fingers slide on the black and white keys, and the melody of Beethoven's "Fifth Piano Concerto" begins to echo in the piano room. Zhuoyang didn't deliberately choose the repertoire, he just played it casually.

The "Fifth Piano Concerto" is magnificent, with endless changes in rhythm, and the music is extremely magnificent and gorgeous. It is called the "Emperor Concerto".

Zhuoyang's fingers were gently stroking, and his familiarity with the music allowed him to completely control the eighty-eight black and white keys with only the inertia of his arms and the memory of his fingers. Gradually, Zhuoyang's attention left his fingers, his arms, and even his body.

His thoughts floated outside the piano room, out of the campus of the University of Music, to the banks of the beautiful canal, to the warm town of Denjelheim, and to the quiet shore of Lake Steinhuder. Zhuoyang's thoughts came to every place where he and Reisa once stopped, and to every place where they went back and forth.

Zhuoyang's people have left the piano, but the sound of the piano is still flowing.

Zhuoyang recalled every bit of his relationship with Risa, and his feelings were immersed in the pain of Risakova's deception and betrayal to him. All the negative emotions burst out, sometimes angry, sometimes sad, sometimes bored, sometimes desolate. He could not feel the jumping of his fingertips on the keys at all, he just let the emotional catharsis control his fingers to move back and forth.

The sound of the piano in the room became sad and lively, as if it had life. Sometimes passionate and indignant, sometimes whispering softly, sometimes jumping fast, and sometimes singing slowly. The rhythm on Zhuoyang's fingers is constantly changing from soft, heavy, soothing, and eager, but all of these are just his emotions flowing freely, without deliberately chasing the playing skills.

At this moment, it was not his fingers that played the piano, but Zhuoyang's soul.

The sound of the piano is accompanied by the flow of thoughts and the ups and downs of emotions.

Zhuoyang closed his eyes and raised his head high. The lonely spotlight in the piano room shrouded him and the piano in a soft halo of light.

Zhuoyang was deeply buried in heavy emotions, deeply trapped.

Inextricable.

"I heard sadness from the sound of your piano." A voice came after the sound.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

Zhuoyang looked back, and Professor Karl Norman leaned on the door frame with his arms folded, watching him quietly.

"Sir..." Zhuoyang didn't know how to answer.

Professor Norman, who returned at night, was attracted by the sound of the piano in the rain, so he wandered through the rain to find the sound, and came to the piano practice room. He watched Zhuoyang's playing quietly at the door, suppressing the shock in his heart, and did not interrupt until he found that Zhuoyang was trapped in emotions.

"I can see sadness from your piano, although I don't know what happened to you." Professor Norman's voice was calm and low.

"I don't want to know what happened to you either, because I'm just your piano teacher, not your life mentor."

"So, I just want to talk to you about music."

"Zhuo, do you know? In my opinion, your fingering is quite perfect, and your playing skills are also very mature. You are an excellent pianist, and you are already an excellent pianist."

"However, no matter how outstanding a pianist is, he is only a pianist and a performer of piano skills."

"The pianist is only the first step in the world of music."

"After becoming a pianist, some people will understand the essence of music, and thus grow into a pianist and an artist of music. However,

Only a very small number of people can touch the true essence of music. And these people are real pianists, real piano masters. "

"The vast majority of people stay at the stage of pianists, and they can't make progress in their lives. Even if they have the most proficient fingering, the fastest hand speed, and the best playing skills, they can only be pianists for a lifetime."

"Zhuo, you have never been able to cross the threshold in front of you, staying at the door, staying outside the gate of music art. Do you know why?"

"Because there is no emotion in your playing!"

"All your performances are constantly showing off your skills, without putting your body and mind into it. There is no soul in your music, and the movements you play have no life."

"However, in the sound of your piano tonight, I heard sadness, heard depression, saw your anger, and saw your sorrow."

"Zhuo, tonight, you have opened this door!"

"No matter how great a piece of music is, it must have emotion and life. Great pianists have their own paranoia and desire for emotion, so that music can be given soul."

Professor Norman's words reminded Zhuoyang of traditional Chinese painting techniques.

Chinese painting does not pay attention to similarity in shape. If you deliberately show the details and three-dimensional light and shadow of the characters on the screen, you will be denounced as "craftsmanship". No matter how similar the painting is, you are just a painter. What Chinese painting pursues is the similarity of spirit, the artistic conception and the layout of the picture. A real great painter will melt his perception of all things into pen, ink and paper. If it is only judged by appearance, no great painter can compare to a poor camera.

The same is true for music. If the performance does not include emotion and musical artistic conception, but only pursues skilled techniques to copy the scores of the predecessors, it only needs to spend 1,000 yuan to develop a music performance software.

"Isn't it crazy that you can't survive?" Zhuoyang asked doubtfully.

"Yes, madness made many great artists finally reach the pinnacle of art. They used madness, paranoia and even perversion to inspire great masterpieces handed down from generation to generation."

"However, I don't agree with such art. It is a work at the cost of destroying life and the world. They are slaves to art, slaves to emotional shackles."

"Zhuo, you were controlled by your emotions just now, and you couldn't extricate yourself."

"If there is no emotion, what's the point of our existence?" Zhuoyang was still wondering.

"You are right. Human beings are great because we have rich emotions. Zhuo, what I want to say is that you have to be the master of emotions and release your emotions instead of letting them control you and become A slave to emotion. Art is like this, music is like this, and so is life.”

"Zhuo, just tonight, just now, you have opened the door of the palace of music, and the time is completely beyond my expectation. I thought, with your genius, you will reach this step in the next two or three years , but you shocked me once again."

"Zhuo, after entering this door, you have to try to interpret music with emotions, and integrate your feelings and thoughts into the movements you play. You will become a great performer."

"In the end, you have to use music and the sound of the piano to release your emotions, use the sound of the piano to describe your heart, and use the piano to compose the world and the entire universe you see in front of you."

"Do this, Zhuo, and you will become another great music master and a great pianist in this world."