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Zhao Zitong took the lollipop from He Shen's hand, casually tore open the outer packaging, and looked at He Shen with a frown. read

She put the lollipop directly into her mouth and said slightly vaguely.

"Hey, is your performance? Your performance is not bad. At least it meets my standards. It sounds great. Keep up the good work."

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Zhao Zitong's chin was slightly raised, revealing her slender swan neck.

But He Shenzhi glanced at her inexplicably and asked slightly confused.

"What are you talking about? When did I ask you if my performance met your requirements?"

"Huh? Didn't you just ask me how your playing was?"

Zhao Zitong froze, turned his head to look at He Shen in embarrassment, and asked uncertainly.

"Of course, I'm asking you how my playing is."

He Shen nodded, but when Zhao Zitong took a breath, he continued.

"But I told you before I went on stage, I play, you listen, listen to my performance, think about what I am playing, I want to ask you, what do you hear in my music? ?”

"Forehead……"

Zhao Zitong suddenly fell silent, looked around awkwardly, reached out and scratched his head, not knowing what to say for a while.

Seeming to see her confused look, He Shen guided her in as kind a tone as possible.

"What I want to ask you is, what do you hear in my music? What do you see? Why do I play like this? Have you thought about it?"

"Thinking, there must be some, but please let me think about it..."

Zhao Zitong touched her chin awkwardly and licked the lollipop in her mouth with her tongue. The strong sweetness jolted her spirit, and she suddenly felt a surge of complaints in her heart.

Why are the lollipops bought by cheap teachers so weird? The previous one was so spicy and this one is so sweet. Isn't there a more normal lollipop?

However, looking at He Shen's serious eyes, she couldn't answer the question, so she couldn't help but cough lightly, squeezed the few remaining brain cells in her brain, and whispered.

"Well, um... I just heard a feeling of calmness and tranquility from the beginning, and then there was a conflict in the middle. The conflict suddenly ended with an extremely disharmonious interval? Finally, it returned to calmness, probably Such a plot?"

Zhao Zitong asked uncertainly, and He Shen nodded slightly.

"Well, yes, you at least heard the outline of a story. Chopin's Second Ballade. The outline of the story is just like what you just said. An ordinary village is about to be slaughtered by outsiders. The people in the village Pray for God’s mercy and hope that the flood will wipe out the village and the massacred people.”

"I divided the whole into three parts. This ballade is a combination of the principle of sonata-style theme contrast and the principle of rondo-style. This is also determined by the clues of the creative conception and the development of the musical image."

"Comparing Chopin's works that it used as a reference, Mickiewicz's long poem "Svedetz Lake", we can draw several very distinct musical images, pastoral, murderous, and tragic."

"These are the overall musical images. You can choose other musical images, but the overall theme is still similar to the theme of this piece."

"The second thing is the lines of my work. I pay great attention to the lines of my right hand. I use the arc of the wrist as the direction of the lines, and cooperate with the overall sound to create a musical image."

"No matter how you create different musical images, you should at least have an image in your mind."

"Obviously, you do it, you have this image, and then you process the image."

He Shen saw that Zhao Zitong was already a little sleepy, so he patted her shoulder helplessly, woke up the already confused Zhao Zitong, and led her out of the concert hall and towards the outside of the Grand Theater.

When they arrived outside the theater, the cold wind blowing from the door suddenly stimulated Zhao Zitong's originally dazed nerves. She immediately walked out of her previous daze, took out the lollipop stick in her mouth, and flicked it casually. , thrown into the trash can.

He Shen walked to her side and continued to ask.

"So, have you ever considered the musical image contained in your Chopin's First Ballade?"

"Musical image? Let me see..."

Zhao Zitong gradually recalled what He Shen had said before, and regardless of whether the ground was dirty or not, she gathered up her skirt and sat directly on the steps, slowly thinking about her Chopin Ballade No. 1.

He Shen was not in a hurry and just stood there, waiting for her answer.

After a while, she slowly spoke and asked in an uncertain tone.

"I think it's about sacrifice and patriotism."

"The tragic beginning, like a string-like singing, tells the sorrow of the country's subjugation, with the hope of restoring the country, and finally, self-sacrifice."

After saying that, she looked at He Shen, her eyes a little uneasy. She was just guessing, and she had no idea if this was correct.

Unexpectedly, He Shen actually nodded!

He Shen walked to Zhao Zitong's side, sat down as well, and spoke slowly.

"Yes, at least your overall thinking is not wrong, and you can play according to this idea."

"Huh? Isn't there a standard answer?"

Zhao Zitong was a little surprised.

When He Shen heard what Zhao Zitong said, he suddenly smiled. He was about to reach out and rub her head, but he felt that the relationship between the two had not reached that point yet, so he couldn't help but retract his hand, scratched his head, and said helplessly.

"For music, where is the standard answer? Chopin has been dead for so many years. Unless you dig him out of the grave, revive him, and ask him what he was thinking when he wrote this work, where is the standard?"

"And..."

He Shen suddenly paused, thinking of the system in his mind. To some extent, he did have a conversation with Chopin, and couldn't help but hesitate.

"And if you really listen to Chopin's ideas, your performance may not be the best, because this is not your personal version, but Chopin's version."

"There are thousands of people with thousands of faces, and there are thousands of Hamlets for thousands of people. Who knows which person's version is the best?"

"For example, Lang Liangyue's performance of Chopin is very bad. There is no taste of Chopin at all. In other words, he plays a lot of things without the taste of the composer. It's all his own taste, but can you say that he played badly?"

"Completely follow the composer's opinions, or interpret it yourself. This is not positive or negative, black or white, right or wrong, but two common flowers."

"Of course, there is a premise, that is, you can do this on the basis of a thorough understanding of the work. After all, adaptation is not nonsense or fabrication."

He Shen felt that he seemed to have said too much. Zhao Zitong obviously couldn't accept it. He shook his head and took out a lollipop from his pocket. He carefully unfolded the plastic paper, put it in his arms, and handed it to Zhao Zitong.

"Keep practicing, you will understand when you reach that level."