Please, come home and practice the piano

Professor Martin, who loves to laugh, walked onto the stage amidst applause and sat down in front of the piano amidst applause.

The applause fell, the scene fell silent, and the silent atmosphere put the children into a state of preparation for listening to music.

Staring at Professor Martin in front of the piano, the attentive children have noticed that the bearded teacher who usually loves to smile is looking extremely serious at this moment.

After a few seconds, almost all the children noticed this.

The atmosphere at the scene became quieter, and the children invariably controlled their breathing, for fear of making any noise and disturbing everything in front of them.

But the magical thing is that every child is sure that the scene is silent at this moment, but they can vaguely hear the sound of the fountain coming from outside the church door.

In the moment of silence and movement, they may not have heard Chopin's Fourth Ballade, but the outline of this work seemed to have slowly appeared in their minds.

Che Lin was only two meters away from the stage and less than five meters away from the piano on the stage. She could clearly feel Professor Martin adjusting his breathing frequency.

She didn't know if it was her imagination, but Professor Martin seemed to be consciously trying not to make his breathing rate consistent.

At this moment, Professor Martin moved in front of the piano.

With this movement, the entire scene seemed to move.

Under everyone's gaze, Professor Martin first raised his right hand, and then gently placed it on the keys.

Accompanied by the depressed mute pedal, "dang-dang-dang-"

Like a distant bell, it slowly walked towards the bottom of the stage with an uncertain stagger.

The soft sound of the piano is like the withering wind, sighing in the afterglow of dusk, bringing people into a kind of late autumn.

Obviously the harmonic colors are still bright, but the car feels melancholy.

She felt a trace of sadness, and as Professor Martin raised his left hand, her emotions also progressed like a descending voice, falling bit by bit.

It wasn't until the melody returned to a calm state before the end of the introduction that her emotions calmed down for a moment.

Then she noticed that in the last part, Professor Martin's left hand took over the right hand, emphasizing the descending arpeggio twice in a row. This place once again gave her a sense of turmoil, like a strong foreshadowing.

But she didn't know what this meant.
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In front of the piano, Professor Martin finished playing the introduction, and the stage fell into a brief silence. As he started his right hand again, the music officially entered the presentation of the theme.

As three understated notes floated up, Professor Martin's facial expression slowly softened, and the first theme of Chopin's Fourth Ballade appeared.

"Dang-dang-dang-dang."

As soon as the slightly eerie melody appeared, some children suddenly realized that it was this song.

No comparison is needed. Chopin's four ballades all have distinctive melodic characteristics and unforgettable tonal ups and downs.

It's hard for those who have heard it to forget it.

The fourth melody in F minor is lingering and cold, as gorgeous as the stunning face behind the black dress, so fair that people can sometimes not see the blood in it.

Professor Martin's interpretation is more like infinitely amplifying this falling beauty.

His right hand controls the melody, always in a state of anxiety, as if he is repeatedly asking an endless question. The left hand is decorated with skipping notes, which combine the sound particles of the left and right hands into an exquisite sense of flow.

Just as Professor Martin was playing and pressing five notes at a free speed, the car's mind appeared one after another - C, F, E, B flat, D flat.

What kind of sound group is this, like words hidden in my heart but unable to be spoken, like unfinished wishes on my deathbed.

The girl who was about to turn 13 seemed to be hit in the heart instantly by the startling glimpse emanating from the sound of the piano.

Only five sounds are so beautiful that it makes people's throat tighten.

Che Lin placed her palms on the edge of the bench, stretched her entire upper body straight forward, looked at the stage with her raised face, and blinked her eyelashes from time to time.

Compared to Che Lin's somewhat strange listening posture, Tang Xiaoxing's sitting posture was much more dignified.

Tang Xiaoxing put his hands on his legs and stared at the stage calmly, with an occasional flash in his eyes.

It was obvious that the two little girls were listening very attentively.

The music is in an endless descent, in a gorgeous descent, in a descent filled with all the fantasy colors, with a kind of magic that attracts the audio-visual nerves of everyone present.

Professor Martin uses his gorgeous lower fingers to simplify the complex theme, making it appear or disappear, or become a foggy background on the stage, presenting the cold and dense colors in the music one after another.

Not only the two talented girls, but also the teachers were deeply attracted by this performance.

Perhaps Chopin's music already has such charm, and Ang Lee's thoughts have already flown to the sky with the spiraling music.

"when."

A delicate and delicate B flat pulled him back.

As the music comes to the theme, the music stops falling, and the emotions gradually heat up.

After a string of vibrato, the voice suddenly became richer, and Professor Martin's body movements when playing also gradually became richer.

The whole concert hall seemed to be excited.

When the theme motive is combined with the reappearance of the left hand descending, the tension of the phrase is completely heightened this time.

The second variation that followed continued to increase the temperature of the music, and gradually the fog dispersed, revealing the melody waves hidden behind it.

suddenly!

Piano crescendo!

Crescendo again!
The rhythm of the music unfolds with astonishing momentum at this moment, so grand that it is difficult to extricate yourself from the trembling.

Since the beginning, the first climax of this song comes so suddenly.

Even the children in front who couldn't understand were enveloped in the roaring sound of the piano at this moment.

Coincidentally, while Che Lin blinked her eyelashes, Tang Xiaoxing's eyes flashed again.

Both children seemed to have gained some inspiration from Professor Martin's performance at this moment.

Combining the strength, weakness and shock in music, Tang Xiaoxing better understood the contrast between strength and weakness mentioned by Teacher Li in the afternoon.

Just like the music in front of me, the powerful sound of the piano is in sharp contrast to the dreamy calmness in front of it. However, in fact, Professor Martin did not play with very much power here.

The reason why it gives people a powerful sense of hearing is actually the core point of Teacher Li's explanation of strength and weakness - relative.

With the vivid presentation of the "weak" theme in the previous part, the intensity of the "strong" sound after the insert is suddenly revealed.

And now when I think about the "weakness" in the past, it is no longer just a simple weakness, but a highly condensed structure.

Combined with Professor Martin's performance, a question buried deep in Tang Xiaoxing's heart, regarding a section in Chopin's Third Sonata, she gradually came up with a new idea.

Che Lin once again thought of the teacher's speech about the motivation theme and melody at noon.

She also understands the importance of motivation better. It can be said that without a clear motivation, everything presented by the theme is a rootless tree and a sourceless water. No matter what kind of melody material is used to interpret the fullness, it will only give People are as gorgeous as an empty shell.

At the same time, in her eyes, those hairpin-shaped crescendos are no longer simply getting louder or smaller in volume.

From Professor Martin's performance at this moment, I think of the second movement of Mozart played at the teacher's concert. The kind of treatment that seems to be indulging in madness at first, but then appears calm in the blink of an eye is a more advanced way of handling strength and weakness.

Che Lin suddenly came up with the idea that the so-called "stronger" is just a sensory thing, rather than the sound heard by the ears becoming louder or softer.

She had to ask the teacher this question again, and this time she knew how to ask it.

This morning, when old Grandpa Charlie said that the scale should be grasped during the upswing and crescendo, a question arose in her mind. Where exactly should this scale be reflected? At that time, she understood that it was reflected in the volume, but another thought arose in her mind. One doubt, she felt that she did not play loudly.

Now she seems to understand what old Grandpa Charlie means. Old Grandpa Charlie may be worth the emotional contraction of playing.

She did play a little too freely in her last performance of the morning, and she knew it.Combined with the second question raised by old Grandpa Charlie, it was impossible for all sentences to be presented in an absolutely perfect form. She probably had some experience.

She may need to redefine her understanding of perfect music, and perhaps not every sentence must be emphasized to what she thinks.

Just like the Chopin played by Professor Martin, and the Mozart played by the teacher, there will be a long foreshadowing process before they play the emotional passage.

Perhaps what old Grandpa Charlie said about the impossibility of perfection is that during this long process, the performer must hide his inner emotions, compress and refine them, and then wait for the moment to come.

Thinking of this, a small pockmark appeared on the skin of Che Lin's arms. Perhaps it was the brilliant and exciting music in her ears that made her unable to suppress the excitement in her heart.

She seemed to realize that she had to ask the teacher.

On the stage, after a vigorous performance, Professor Martin brought the atmosphere to a high point again, and then used a brief silence to make everyone in the audience feel a trace of tranquility lingering in their hearts.

The music came to an end, and everyone stared at Professor Martin. No one paid attention to whether Professor Martin had a familiar smile on his face or anything else.

Everyone just heard a low chant falling from the sky that seemed to come from the top of the church.

Immediately afterwards, extremely fast notes burst out collectively, and the rich voices jumped out under Professor Martin's fast-moving arms.

With the contrast between the ascending scale of his left hand and the descending scale of his right hand, the music is infused with an impulse to move forward.

The theme motive was shattered and deformed under this impact, and then reorganized and moved very quickly toward the end, falling heavily on the main note like a waterfall!
"when!"

"when!"

"when!"

meal.

"when!!!"

With a perfect pause and a soul-stirring chord ending, the pathos of the music reaches its peak at this moment and ends abruptly at this moment.

Tang Xiaoxing showed a relaxed smile, she knew how to deal with that place.

'Remember, no isolated sound can exist in music, and no isolated sound can appear in music. '

She seemed to realize it too.

"Wow——————————"

The next second, the entire church hall burst into thunderous applause.

[The teacher-student index from Tang Caiyun increased to 85]

The sudden reminder appeared without warning. Li An was stunned for a moment, then glanced in the direction of the two little girls, and then smiled.

"Wow——————————"

The wave of applause didn't stop, and another wave of applause started again.

Professor Martin told every child present with his wonderful interpretation, which was also an interpretation of Chopin's music.

For Li An, he has gained a lot of experience.

Unlike other composers' works that Martin has performed, Martin's Chopin is truly unique.

This is the strength to enter the third round of the Chopin Competition.

Awesome, indeed awesome.

Before Carl Fraser met his Chinese wife and before he had the Chinese name Martin, he went to Poland alone to participate in the Chopin International Piano Competition, a music Olympic event held every five years.

In 1995, No. 13, stopped in the third round and did not advance to the finals.

Amidst the applause, Professor Martin stood up from the piano, turned around and played the piano and bowed. This time the children could see clearly that the smiling bearded foreign teacher was back again.

He smiled brightly.

"Does it sound good?" While applauding, Li An asked the children around him what they thought.

Xiaobei is an honest kid: "Teacher, I don't understand, but I like this piece of music."

Wang Xiaohu: "Teacher, I want to hear you play this song."

Marco: "Plus one."

Liu Fengrui: "Teacher, the repertoire list says this is Chopin's fourth ballad. How many ballades does Chopin have in total?"

Just as Li An was about to answer, he saw that Ma Hao was actively trying to answer, "Ma Hao, please tell everyone."

With Teacher Li's permission, the little fat boy Ma Hao started chatting: "Chopin has a total of four ballads."

At this time, Xiao Ji came closer and asked softly: "Teacher, have you played it before?"

Li An shook his head.

Xiao Ji: "Huh?"

Ang Lee: "I have only practiced Xu [-] completely, and I can barely play Xu [-]. I have touched Xu [-] a little bit, but I have never touched Xu [-]. I personally don't like Xu [-] very much."

He sighed, "Hey, I don't have much time to practice piano after graduating from college. In fact, these four narratives by Chopin are all very outstanding solo works. Practicing each one is an opportunity to improve your skills and playing ideas." , it stands to reason that everyone should not miss it.”

Xiao Ji: "Teacher, when do you plan to practice the remaining three capitals completely?"

Ang Lee: "I definitely won't have time this year, maybe next year. Next year I will set aside some time to practice Chopin."

Xiao Jixiao: "Looking forward to hearing you play the ballade."

Li An also laughed: "Why, do you feel something?"

Xiao Ji: "Well, I feel that the ballad is rich in content, and the music and imagery are particularly strong."

Ang Lee: "Yes, ballades are actually about telling stories. Ballades existed before the [-]th century, and were mostly used in singing and dancing. In the [-]th century, Chopin was the first to integrate ballades with piano performance, creating the genre of piano ballads. First of all, composers like Liszt Brahms also wrote some piano ballads.”

“In general, the ballads of each period condense the essence of the music style at that time, so in the later stages of learning the piano, ballads are a music theme that must be brave enough to try to play.”

"In terms of importance, it's comparable to a sonata. Come on."

Xiao Ji thought about that day and nodded confidently, as if sitting next to the teacher, she felt that there was no piano problem that she could not overcome.

But suddenly she thought of a question, "Teacher."

Ang Lee: "Huh?"

Xiao Ji: "Can I still learn piano from you after I graduate from college?"

Li An was stunned for a moment, then said happily: "Otherwise."

Xiao Ji: "Hey, let's meet at the end of the night, teacher."

Li An leaned closer and whispered a few words, Xiao Ji, "I understand, teacher."
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In the waiting area, as Professor Martin stepped down, the two little girls suddenly turned on the mute mode. When Professor Martin walked away, they started laughing again.

"Che Lin, can I ask you a question?"

"Ah?" Xiao Che turned his head, "Just ask."

Tang Xiaoxing: "Why are you sitting on the chair with both arms? Aren't you tired?"

Xiao Che smiled: "I'm worried about getting my skirt wrinkled."

ah? ?Tang Xiaoxing was momentarily infected by Che Lin's smile, and thought to herself, worried about getting the dress wrinkled?
What a lovely answer.