Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 668 367. Journey Note 53: “Uncle Bei’s Composition Class”

When he learned that the children were going to have a "small gathering" in the evening, Li An thought he would be invited, but no one said anything.

Fine.

"You must pay attention to safety when making self-heating hot pot," Li An said and looked at Ji Yang, "There are also hygiene issues. There are only four dormitories left that still maintain perfect scores for housekeeping. You 3006 must persevere to the end."

Ji Yang: "Teacher, don't worry."

The seven teachers and students chatted about the afternoon classes for a while. Xiaobei asked the teachers about their groupings in the afternoon, "Teacher, which group are you leading this afternoon?"

Li An: "I will lead five groups in the afternoon."

Xiaobei pouted: "Okay."

Wang Xiaohu chuckled, "Welcome, welcome."

Seeing that it was almost time, Li An asked the children to clear the table.

The children started to move one after another, clearing the table in three strokes, five divisions, and divisions, and then put the leftover plates in the designated place.

"Che Lin and I will take a walk," Li An left the car at the door of the restaurant, "Ji Yang, take everyone back for a lunch break."

Ji Yang: "Good teacher."

Seeing the car being taken away by the teacher, several children began to speculate. All the way back to the hotel door, Xiaobei asked Ji Yang if he really didn't call the teacher at night?
Of course Ji Yang hopes that the teacher can be with everyone, but this time the situation is special. It is rare that there will be no tasks tomorrow. They can sleep a little later tonight. If the teacher comes, it will be inconvenient for them to do "little tricks".

Ji Yang whispered a few words, and the children suddenly realized.

Xiaobei was happy again: "I understand."

The children here returned to their respective rooms, and Li An had already taken the car to the classroom where the morning class was held.

Boss X and old Charlie hadn’t arrived yet, so Ang Lee took the car for some practice.

Ang Lee played several single notes on the piano, and the car answered them all correctly.

Then he played a few more intervals and chords, and the car answered them all correctly again.

"It's amazing." Li An sighed, withdrew his hand and gave a thumbs up, "Your ears are almost catching up with the radar."

Xiaoche: "You taught me."

Li An: "Oh, I've only been out for a few days, and I already have beautiful words to say."

Xiao Che asked with a silly smile: "Teacher, do you still want to test me?"

Li An: "No more exams, no more exams. Let's wait for Professor Charlie and Teacher Chen to come later."

When Xiao Che heard that she didn't need to take the test, she jumped to the piano in two steps and asked curiously with bright big eyes: "Teacher, how do you make the cancan sound like Mozart's music?"

Xiaoche has been holding this question in her mind all morning. When the teacher played piano with Teacher Chen in the morning, she wanted to know why. The Mozart style the teacher played gave her the feeling that this music was written by Mozart. Same.

“I told you, every musician has his or her own writing style.”

"If we want to change a melody into the style of a certain composer, we must first have a detailed understanding of his creative techniques."

"Go move a stool."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Che immediately brought a stool over and sat down next to the teacher obediently, placing his little hands on his knees in an orderly manner.

Ang Lee: "Relax."

Xiaoche: "Teacher, I am relaxed."

Li Anle: "Okay, let's talk about the characteristics of Mozart's works first. Che Lin, let me test you. If you were asked to write a narrative, just write about today. How would you write it?"

composition
It was like two huge mountains falling from the sky and hitting the car hard on the forehead.

It hit her so hard that stars appeared in her eyes.

If you ask Xiaoche what she is most afraid of, it must be writing essays. Every time she writes an essay, she feels like she is in jail. She starts counting from the beginning every few sentences she writes.

Who knows!
But it was the teacher's problem. Xiaoche still forced herself to cheer up and think for a while. With her limited ability, she could only write down what she had experienced from morning to now.

Today, it should be easier to come up with 600 words.

Ok.

For a moment, "Teacher, I will write down everything that happened today."

Ang Lee: "."

Is this what I mean!Li Anxin asked why Che Lin was confused when it came to studying. "Okay, then tell me how you would write the opening chapter."

Xiao Che thought for a while: "Because I have to go to class this morning, I woke up as soon as the alarm clock rang in the morning, then got up, brushed my teeth and washed my face."

"When I went out, Senior Sister Ji Yang gave me a plastic bag containing two bottles of Wangzai milk and two small breads. I think Senior Sister is very kind."

1 minute later, "My speed is not good, the teacher asked me not to be so free."

"Okay." Li An interrupted.

The next second, the car was relieved to a certain extent.

If it weren't for time, Li An would actually want to continue listening.

Although he has made it clear that Xiaoche cannot write essays, and although Xiaoche’s dictation sounds more like the diary of a second-grade child.

But some of the observations from the car's perspective still moved him, such as "When I went downstairs and saw the teacher, I found that the teacher was in better spirits than yesterday. I was very happy."

For some reasons, Li An was really not in a good state of mind yesterday. He didn't expect that these things would be seen by the car.

"In this way, Che Lin, we can study the creative styles of composers in various periods together in the future. Time is limited today, so I will give a brief summary first."

"Why are you trying to conceive a composition? In fact, composers also need to conceive of an overall creative structure when writing a work."

"Whether to write a sonata or a concerto, a suite or a fugue, etc., it is just like writing an essay, narrative, argumentative essay, expository essay, poetry and prose. Different genres require different writing elements."

"For example, if I ask you to write a narrative based on what happened today, how should you structure the narrative? First of all, it should have six elements: time, place, person, cause, process, and result, right?"

Xiaoche nodded, she felt like she was in a Chinese class, and she also wanted to say that if her Chinese was taught by a teacher, she would also be able to learn Chinese well!
"After choosing a genre, the composer must also conceive according to a format."

"Take narrative as an example, its corresponding musical genre format is the sonata."

"Let's start with the most popular pop songs we listen to. The intro begins, then the verse part, then the chorus part, which is the high-pitched part, then a transition, followed by the verse and chorus again, and finally end."

"Just think about whether the pop music you listen to is basically like this."

Thinking back on it, cars are really like this.

"If you think about the rhythm of sonata form, is it also like this, presenting, unfolding and reappearing?"

"Present, theme and subtitle, unfold, undergo a series of changes, reappear, theme and subtitle come again, end."

The car felt suddenly enlightened, and the various fragments of the sonata form in her mind seemed to be pieced together into a complete map at this moment.

"Teacher, I understand, it's just--" Xiaoche began to work hard to organize the language again.Li An smiled: "Don't be in a hurry."

moment.

Xiaoche swallowed his throat: "Those people hundreds of years ago listened to classical music just like we listen to pop music today, right teacher?"

Ang Lee: "Yes, today's pop music is developed from the basic structure of classical music. In essence, they are all the same routine."

Xiaoche: "Every composer also has his own composition routine."

Li An laughed: "I haven't mentioned it yet, but you thought of it first."

After receiving the teacher's affirmation, Xiao Che became more courageous: "Teacher, so the Mozart-style cancan you played actually used Mozart's composition techniques to change the melody into a cancan melody."

Li An: "Go on."

Trolley: "Then we use the melody of the cancan as the motive, then develop the theme, and finally return to the theme to end, forming a complete sonata-like structure."

Li An secretly admired that when it came to music, the child acted like a plug-in. Although the language was vague, he understood what the child wanted to express.

Among them, the car captured a very critical point.

Melody, motive, and theme, these three words represent different meanings respectively. Xiaoche does not think that he uses the melody as a theme to develop, but clearly points out that he uses the melody of the cancan dance as a motive to develop the theme. .

Just this sentence shows that the child has completely understood it.

"Remember the car."

Upon hearing these five words, the car immediately sat upright.

"The motive is what you want to express, the theme is what is expressed, and the melody is the vocabulary and language used in the expression process."

"Actually, if you think about it, does this look like writing a composition?"

Xiaoche was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Teacher, I understand."

Ang Lee: "Okay, let's go back to your original question, why the cancan music you hear sounds like Mozart's music."

Car: "Because the teacher used Mozart's vocabulary and language."

Ang Lee smiled: "Every composer has his or her own vocabulary and language, or writing characteristics. You have also played some works, and the language characteristics of these composers have been stored in your mind. The same motivational theme, Bedo What would Fin say, what would Mozart say, what would Chopin say, so as soon as you hear these musical words, it awakens all the languages ​​that exist in your mind, and wow, this is Mozart, this is Beethoven.”

The car hummed softly: "Teacher, music is so magical."

Ang Lee: "Of course."

As he spoke, Li An raised his hand and dropped his fingers to play a set of crisp major chords. Then he played the tremolo with both hands at the same time. Suddenly, a group of small dots followed up to produce a playful little melody, which was extremely brisk, as if stepping on the morning light. The light dance steps.

"Teacher, what kind of song is this?" Xiao Che thought it sounded good.

Ang Lee: "Isn't this just the morning unfolding from your perspective?"

Car: "Huh?"

Ang Lee once again dropped his fingers and started playing from the beginning, "Dang-, does it look like an alarm clock?" He again played the tremolo from weak to crescendo.

Car: "Like!"

The sudden appearance of the small dot is like a girl suddenly waking up from her sleep, the playful melody is like a busy morning, and the warm G major is like the bright morning light.

The same thing happened when the teacher popped up and felt a very beautiful feeling. When the car took me inside, I felt like I had turned into a beautiful girl!

Comparing it to what I just said, I am just like a little chicken in a hurry.

"Let's see how Beethoven would tell this story."

Li An raised his arms and lowered them, "When——"

The alarm clock that also starts with a chord seems to have turned into a heavy bell ringing from the church in the key of E minor. The tremolo starts from a weaker place, and then gradually becomes stronger, stronger, and stronger again!
The little car saw blue veins popping up on the teacher's exposed arms, and her uneasy music mood seemed to indicate that she was not going to class, but to the head teacher's office!
Then the melody of both hands was so in tune and so right. This is Beethoven!
The heavy steps were uneasy, step by step, getting slower and slower, until an augmented sixth chord appeared, and the whole music made people feel a little relaxed.

It was as if the vision of the girl in the music was gradually opening up, including the path, the mill, the castle, and the red spire of the church.

But the music is always shrouded in a twilight, like a cloudy autumn day.

Just then, the melody is repeated more quickly, and the disappearing tremolo reappears in strong waves.

Watching the thumb and little finger of the teacher's left hand quickly jumping left and right in the bass area, and approaching the red spire of the Mill Castle Church on the path, these scenes also quickly rotated in her mind.

The two changing chord progressions in one second seemed to be endless, and the tremolo effect was so impressive that I didn’t know how many goosebumps had crawled on the back of the car’s arms and neck.

The dense tremolo beat at the girl's heart, as if urging her to move forward.

Suddenly the music burst out with a cloudy tremolo in a bright E major chord, like a light from a distance shining directly on the girl, and at the same time it also illuminated the path, the mill, the castle, and the red tower of the church. tip.

The car was suddenly surrounded by a force, and the enthusiastic triplet brought an inspiring belief to the girl in her heart to start again.

Without hesitation, he ran towards the church!

What came from behind the girl was a staccato octave theme, like an encouraging horn, which resounded throughout the classroom.

"when!!"

"when!!"

"when!!!"

As the music settled on the major chord of the main key, a sense of victory spread in the small workshop!
moment.

"Do you like Beethoven telling stories?" Ang Lee stopped his hand and asked with a smile.

Xiaoche nodded fiercely, "I like it!"

Xiaoche liked the time when the light came the most. She really felt like she was enveloped in a light. The light took her through layers of pressure and finally arrived in class successfully!
"Teacher, can you teach me to play this piece of music?" Xiao Che wanted to learn.

Ang Lee: "We won't learn tremolo until winter."

Xiaoche: "I wish it would be winter tomorrow."

Li An smiled: "Don't worry, you have to complete a small homework first."

Little Che didn't even know what homework the teacher was going to assign, so he immediately agreed: "Teacher, I will definitely finish it."

Li An: "Go back and think about it carefully, and then write a composition about today's class."

Car: "Okay!"

Xiao Che, who was most afraid of writing essays, seemed to be really inspired by Beethoven's music at this moment and was no longer afraid. Moreover, she already knew how to write, and she had a hunch that 600 words would not be enough for her to write.

At this moment, there was a slight knock at the classroom door.

The teacher and student looked at each other at the same time. At some point, Boss X and old Charlie were already standing there with smiles on their faces.

(End of this chapter)