"The initial light?..."
Monroe and Sheeran pondered this word, and the two knowledgeable people felt the strong mysticism.
Sheeran, who is especially proficient in linguistic research, knows that in the word formation of the ancient Janus language, the "original" affix plus the root word "ray"... this word refers to "glow".
There is a difference between "initial light" and "first understanding of light". The latter refers to the gift of light when a knowledgeable person is promoted for the first time, that is, "the first understanding of the initial light."
Fan Ning had read this poem, and now he was re-reading it, but he experienced a completely different feeling.
"When things come to this point, music can finally produce some omens and trends that are divorced from the human world." Fan Ning's eyes drifted away, "The majestic and murderous giant funeral, the inextricable memories of the past, the dangerous and chaotic movements and the hysterical sound
Scream... Then, I do not deny that the pain is still there, but it has become a quiet pain, which is the desire for peace before leaving the world, praying temperately and devoutly..."
This change is, firstly, because the narrative context and mood have changed.
More importantly, together with Miss Roy, he studied and thought about a large number of cantatas from the medieval period, as well as the creative techniques of romantic art songs, and also discussed a considerable number of original texts. These accumulations and insights were reflected in his re-examination.
There was a wonderful chemical reaction to "Initial Light".
A melody about "Initial Light" appeared in Fan Ning's mind. Although it was incomplete, the solemn musical character it should have was very clear.
"It's not instrumental music, it's a ballad, a friendly and gentle female voice. She sings for me, for our buried hero... It's not a high-pitched, loud, crisp soprano, nor is it magnetic and sexy in a different way
The contralto, she is a mezzo-soprano, gentle and simple, just like her tranquility with pain, longing with pious temperament..."
"This is not the final movement, and I already have three movements, but why can't I write one more movement?"
"Even the struggle in the potential plot was temporarily eliminated at this moment - the world is in a great predicament! People are living in great pain! - the desire to be redeemed has been nakedly revealed.
, this is clear and clear, but we can’t understand why we have reached this point yet.”
"What is the purpose of living? Is there any point in suffering? In this era of booming technology, even religious believers may not believe that heaven really exists. Mystics also know that migration is not a place of peace and eternal life. Those silent
The souls of the dead have been drifting infinitely into the distance...but this is a wonderful introduction, this is a wonderful transition..."
"Caron..." Sheeran pulled Fanning's sleeve to remind him that there was one more thing on this trip.
Fan Ning looked up from inspiration and contemplation.
"Ms. Hamilton, you sincerely invite you and your relatives, friends and students to attend the New Year's Concert on the evening of December 31st."
He took out 10 tickets from his briefcase and put them on the table: "Because the number is uncertain, I have reserved this number for the time being. It doesn't matter if there are any discrepancies. Everyone can just come over."
"New Year's concert? Yes, the year 914 of the New Calendar is coming soon." The old lady's voice was old and vain, "Thank you for your kindness, and the magical medicine you sent me a few days ago. It gave me more time.
It also allows people to focus more away from discomfort, but my time is still too little..."
Fan Ning was a little surprised by the rejection in her words: "You should really enjoy going to concerts."
"Yeah... I used to go to the Uvranser City Concert Hall and the Municipal Opera House." Hamilton turned to look out the window, and the street scenes composed of gray clouds, steel and soot made her recall.
, "I have gone less in recent years. I prefer to listen to the organ and choir in the church as before. There are more friends there, it is more lively and there is gospel, those cantatas, hymns, passions and masses.
Music makes people feel more happy or comforted by the Lord..."
"So you..." Fan Ning said.
"I have too little time." The old lady repeated again and again. "If I listen less to this concert and sort out more things, more people will have more opportunities to live in the future. There will always be someone among them to take their place."
I went to the concert."
She motioned to her assistant to rock up the seat again, unscrew the pen cap and continue working.
The title page where the short poem "First Light" is located is covered.
Fan Ning thought for a moment and then slowly spoke: "The last piece of the New Year's Concert is an orchestral piece with vocals. The choir will appear in our band at the grandest moment. Yes, it is part of the 'Music Rescue' plan.
A choir of one." Fan Ning finally emphasized.
The old lady's trembling pen suddenly stopped.
"Don't you want to see what those children look like now when they step onto the stage of the Symphony Hall?"
…..
More than ten days flew by.
On the evening of December 31, 2013, in the living room of the Turner Art Hall, Fan Ning, who was sitting at his desk, closed his pen, stood up, lifted the curtains, and pushed the window.
In the dark night, the cold wind howled, carrying goose feathers and heavy snow and pouring into the room.
"The second New Year in the old industrial world?..." Fan Ning's eyes drifted away.
In the field of vision, fireworks and firecrackers exploded high in the sky, and colorful sparks burst out and fell. The steel skeleton of the city of Ufranser, as well as the gray-white outer blanket covered with heavy snow, were constantly changing with various flashes of light.
At the end of the year, the pressure of rehearsals dropped dramatically, but daily chores were busy.
Fortunately, Fan Ning's new music didn't last long. Just now, he completed the fourth movement of the "Second Symphony".
As the supposed "introduction" and "transition" before the final chapter, its duration is estimated to be only four or five minutes.
Fanning made a "simple but extremely solemn" instruction at the beginning of the movement that in addition to orchestral orchestration, it also needed a mezzo-soprano soloist.
Although Fan Ning spent a lot of energy envisioning it as an "art song" after the early discussions and inspiration, in fact when developing and expanding the musical ideas, the symphony was displayed as always, and the orchestration occupied the same space.
Location.
It is not so much an art song with orchestra accompaniment as it is a symphonic cantata.
The first theme is calm and painful, and then there are intense and frequent modulations and orchestration timbre changes. Fan Ning tried to blend the crisp bells of the celesta and harp, the thick nasal whine of the clarinet, and the deep supplication of the solo violin.
It shows a certain heavenly sound and an ethereal scene of paradise.
After the strong lamentation of earthly suffering at the beginning of the poem, the phrase "I would rather choose to live in heaven!" was repeatedly reproduced by Fan Ning in the middle climax of section 58, re-interpreted in a shortened way, and two sections later.
Added a slightly harsh flat sixth chord.
Expectation and longing are like an unfulfilled wish.
A wish that has yet to be fulfilled.
"My second movement was too nostalgic, and my third movement was too negative. Although I had deep doubts about the meaningless life there, I still enthusiastically fantasized about the real existence of heaven. This way I miss
Those who are no longer alive, and those who I fear will pass away in the future, can still look at this spiritual garden."
"And I will definitely find a way to realize that unfulfilled desire to be redeemed, and it will be before my own haze comes."
Fan Ning stepped out of the door of the living room. Everything outside was bright and decorated with lights. Even the fireplace in the public area, which was mainly used for decoration, was burning with a blazing fire. There were many Hoffmann national paintings hung on the ceiling and railings.
The unique fabric inevitably brings a bit of festive red from another world under the influence of Fan Ning.
The air flow in the symphony hall is warm, magnificent, and poetic music flows and flies.
Fan Ning sat down alone.
He was in the far left and front row corner of the first floor of the auditorium. He was enjoying "The Blue Danube" performed by Master Schillings on the stage.
The sound of the string section surrounding the front of the stage was as delicate and smooth as velvet, the shouts of the brass were warm and deep, the ripples of the woodwinds reflected the shimmer of gems, and the groups of exquisite and elegant waltzes made Fan Ning's heart soar.
The New Year's Concert started with "The Blue Danube" and "Lightning and Thunder Polka" which have been met with the audience before, followed by ten opera overtures, waltzes and marches in the style of Janus, and finally, the most popular song in the music industry
The song that attracted attention was "a small tribute and a first attempt".
This show did not have any marketing activities or any additional publicity. The upper limit of the exclusive price was set by Fan Ning at 24 pounds according to the regular top-level standards. The only change in the arrangement was that the ticketed seats were divided into two batches of 50%, and they were sold three days apart.
This allows music fans from other cities such as Saint-Talambo to not completely miss the opportunity to buy tickets.
But the same two mornings were all gone before the end.
"So many familiar faces..." During the interval of applause, Fan Ning, who was in the corner of the auditorium in front of him, glanced back. He saw the old lady Hamilton, who looked quite good today. She was wearing a shawl with a fashionable color scheme.
I sat upright in row 8, just to the left; I saw a large number of familiar classmates who had graduated or were in school; I also saw Sir Viadrin, Lawyer Monroe, and Cynthia Elixir, among other school colleagues;
I saw a group of impressionist painters and several academic painters with whom I had close friendship, as well as dignitaries, nobles and critics from various departments of the empire.
Everyone is here.
Except for those who are no longer here.
"This may be nonsense." Fan Ning raised his head slightly and looked at the brass and lights on the top, "But I really hope that my family is here, and I hope that Teacher Anton can see all this, Gould
The dean and others can sit in the audience..."
"But no matter what, everyone is here, and there will be more familiar faces on the stage later." Fan Ning let himself think about something more worthy of happiness, with a smile on his lips, closed his eyes and listened to the music,
Wave your right hand slightly to the beat.
Bringing joy to everyone is a warmer and more fulfilling thing than simply enjoying the joy myself, and I finally built a free spiritual home with my own hands, a harbor for the soul to rest.
To be continued...