Fan Ning didn't react for a moment, and after a while he started blinking his eyes one after another.
Just as he was about to follow Qiong's words, a bigger wave of snowstorm mixed with mud and debris directly choked his throat.
He choked to tears.
It was completely dark.
This violent blizzard had no intention of letting up for a while, and Fan Ning couldn't even open his mouth or eyes.
Fortunately, the inexplicably stable adsorption force of the soles prevented him from being blown off the edge of the cliff. He glanced in the direction of the lighthouse above and finally continued to move forward.
After a long time, the monotonous rumbling noise gave people a sickly sense of quietness and loneliness. Fan Ning's consciousness automatically excluded them from hearing. The only thing flowing slowly in his head was this third movement.
Adagio Variations.
"Dong." "Dong."
After the first theme of the cello, there is a second theme that starts with the characteristic tones of the double bass plucked strings.
The former theme is the temperament of a lullaby, and here is the underlying genre factor of the Requiem.
In the current environment, its voice is also weak and almost non-existent, but it is always lurking in the calm statement, always maintaining the starting rhythm, appearing repeatedly in the bass layer, just like its own legs that alternately make the same movements.
Fan Ning felt that he had never experienced such fatigue and loneliness. He recalled the feeling of traveling in some stormy early mornings in his previous life, but the degree of his current situation must be at least a hundred times higher. The special oboe he added later
In the timbre, a desolate and helpless irony can be heard, and then the harp changes the characteristic tone of this "Requiem".
"ding" "ding" "ding"
Here he uses overtones when writing, with a hallucinogenic tone, and the rhythm gradually slows down, as if he has entered a resting dream again - in fact, he does not, his legs do not stop, and he keeps breathing from his mouth
White steam and sweat seeping out of every inch of skin were quickly freeze-dried, leaving only restless and bizarre emotions lurking in my empty brain.
The next four variations are lonely, rigorous, and deep, touching on spirituality. The clarinet and cello move in an entangled way, presenting his beloved "Leanderer" dance music that carries many past memories, and then the whimpering oboe reappears in counterpoint.
The bassoon sobbed briefly, once again highlighting the characteristic syllables of the "Requiem" temperament. The world in the wind and snow gradually became paler and monotonous. The bass clarinet, bassoon and violin jointly constructed a three-dimensional sound.
C sharp sustained tone of octave
Logically speaking, the duration of this movement should be more than 20 minutes, but Fan Ning felt that his perception of music was extended to a long extent - throughout a whole long night, or several polar nights - he thought
I have been climbing for a long time, and I have been listening for a long time, and there is still a long time to come.
During this period, Fan Ning turned back many times and stared at the Laishi Mountain Road immersed in the bottomless abyss.
He first recalled many depressing and unhappy things in the past, which had been stuck in the shadow at the end of his field of vision for a long time. When he imagined a watching gaze there, he couldn't help but smile. The soulful "Leanderer" dance music moved from slow to fast,
From three beats to two beats, to the fast 2/4 beat, one can even hear the sounds of children in heaven - or other "self" - chasing, playing and singing.
This sense of emotional fragmentation between crying and laughing has been accompanying Fan Ning as he climbed higher. In the last variation, his mood took a turn for the worse. His laughter was interrupted by a sudden elegiac song, and the phantom-like overtones of the horn and harp in the distance of the valley were the same.
Farewell, gradually calming down, almost solidifying
After an unknown amount of time, Fan Ning's body was covered with thick snow. When he turned back for the last time, the music suddenly flipped upwards in a major sixth degree——
"boom!!"
The horns in his head sounded in unison, the strings rolled like waves, and the timpani made an alert hammering sound. He saw the clouds splashed with thick and dark tones rolling and becoming more lively, and more abundant color masses spilled out from the middle.
"Perhaps it's dawn?"
This is the coda written by Fan Ning for the third movement. In the original conception, the receding sounds of string and woodwind instruments were meant to be a metaphor for the long ladder of self-purification and self-reflection that mortal creatures take before entering the kingdom of heaven.
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He had been climbing this ladder for a long enough time, and there was still a long distance ahead. He no longer felt hungry, and he no longer felt backache. He felt that if he stopped, he would not be able to take the next step.
If he lies down, he can't stand up again. Similarly, he can't look back and stare at the low sky where he came from. The extra information will add unnecessary interference to his already chaotic thoughts.
But now, there is another very magical state that is brewing. The repetitive movements of his legs can make his residual spirituality surge, as if he is eager for some kind of entity. In the past few months or several,
The search accumulated over the years has reached a certain level of energy, igniting the strong light in his head, and coaxing him into a new field of understanding - looking around, there is a wind composed of pure concepts with an epic feel.
Snow, the sound of leather boots on the ground turned into a heavy drum beat, and the ecstatic silver waves rising up with the sound of snow bells.
Now that I have finally reached the depths of this area, I have already experienced separation, once, twice, and how could I quit the separation not long ago? Fan Ning is now completely immersed in it, unable to extricate himself, really
He felt that the answer to the question he was looking for was in his mind, and would be embedded in his cognition like a stamp in the foreseeable future. He prayed for the aura to allow him to see the "God's Theme" as soon as possible. If he could not do so, even
Be willing to accept any answer and be grateful for all the ancient things that come to you.
“re-xi-sol-re——” “mi/re——” “mi/re——”
Suddenly, he heard the pure sound of the clarinet, with repeated second grace notes.
Extremely smooth and extremely light.
“#fa/mi——re/do——mi/mi——”
After the development of the cantabile dotted rhythm, the harmony flows to the minor key again, sinking down an octave with the forte mi, and a strange chill reaches the nose.
“We enjoy the joy of heaven, which is very different from the earthly world;
The hustle and bustle of the human world has no trace in the Kingdom of Heaven.
We live in harmony and tranquility here, live like angels, and spend happy time;
We jumped and danced, sang and danced, and the saint with the lamp watched us from heaven.”
Fan Ning finally heard the girl's singing voice, which was like the sound of nature, after she threw the "star track" into the sky to guide the way.
The fourth movement, "Heaven is Full of Violins",
Or the last step of "Summer Noonday Dreams," "Children Tell Me."
The text of the lyrics is taken from the folk poetry collection "The Devil's Horn of Youth", which is also a "Happy Song" included in the doctrinal documents of the Divine Advent Society. There are a large number of angel names starting with "Holy" in the text. Some of them have clear origins, and some belong to
There is controversy over which church.
Fan Ning dragged his icicle-like body upwards without looking back, but his heartstrings vibrated and became clear due to some strange and unpredictable vibration. As he said before parting, he would not see it, but
She would know that she had entered the Garden of Radiance, that she would pass through the higher gates of divinity and enter a room of steaming clouds and glows that was previously unreachable.
Suddenly, the snow bells and melody similar to the introduction of the first movement started again, but they were no longer leisurely and gentle. The children's savagery and selfishness overshadowed the innocence and joy, and the world began to spin in an almost terrifying and terrifying way.
Cracks opened in the surrounding frozen soil, exposing underground windows and doors, and the "villagers" who were in a state of incomplete differentiation broke the windows one after another.
"Whizzing!--"
They dragged the slender and slimy umbilical cord all the way and ran down frantically, completely ignoring Fan Ning's existence. As soon as they reached the edge of the steep cliff, they jumped straight down.
This is just what Fanning saw. In fact, it can be expected that the entire mountain range will be like this.
Their goal is the historical projection planted before departure!
Mr. F has been completely lost in this round of confrontation, but the contaminating knowledge is still alive. Fan Ning transformed Xue Ling's characteristics in the introduction he wrote, and at the moment, the sound of the introduction in turn changed into a
This twisted posture reappears and becomes something that accompanies the "happy song" in the final chapter.
However, this is exactly the effect Fan Ning expected.
He did not finish the subsequent accompaniment for the fourth movement, but only wrote the overall single melody for the poem and the opening orchestration.
This is enough!
The first six movements of "Summer Noon Dream" are logic, and the first three movements of "Fourth Symphony" are logic. This dual mystical stable structure can be said to be unique. He has the confidence to make the music final.
The direction will not deviate from my own conception. With just a dominant vocal melody, I turn these distorted inspirations into the orchestral accompaniment of the final chapter!
"John let out the lamb, and the butcher shriveled and waited.
That gentle, tame and kind lamb was sentenced to death by us.
Saint Luke slaughtered the cow and had nothing to worry about.
In the wine cellar of heaven, there is no price for fine wine, and the angels will bake the bread.
Every delicious vegetable grows in the vegetable garden of heaven, including the best lettuce and beans.
Everything we want, given with a full plate!”
In the distance, Joan's voice trembled for a moment when the bell ringing suddenly burst out, but she soon regained her stability. She was not dominated by the outside world, but maintained herself, dominated the outside world, and continued to perform the ballads with a pure chanting voice.
Fan Ning did not look back and tried her best to avoid imagining the scene. Even if there were people nearby, it would be useless. They would definitely not be able to understand this state and thought she was on the verge of madness. But Fan Ning knew that every inch of her skin must be opening to accommodate this.
The divinity of the door and the other door, immersed in the vast truth - in fact, during the long night, the true knowledge had already penetrated into her body through the pores, but now it was like a series of fireworks in her mind.
It exploded and bloomed like a kaleidoscope of light.
“There are excellent apples, pears and grapes here, and the gardeners let us do whatever we want.
If you want deer and hares, they immediately run out into the streets and come back with lots of them.
If it is a fasting day, the fish will start swimming happily again.
Look at St. James running to the pond in heaven with his fishing net and bait. St. Martha must be the cook."
Originally, the content of the "Happy Song" was completely contrary to the current situation of collapse in this abnormal zone, but if it was used to praise the customs and customs of the South, it became a perfect happy song.
There will be a reaction force filled with heat in the projection, which will contain those "worms" that are ready to move, just like using an anchor to embed in the stone, or using the sound of timpani to stabilize the scattered beat, just like one's own body is tied to "
In the chain of "human beings", they will not be blown away by the strong wind into moving leftovers.
For those "villagers" who drag their umbilical cords into the projection area, their unrecognizable skin and flesh will be peeled off, and their dirty umbilical cords will be cut, waiting to be purified and arranged and reorganized - according to their original "grid"
Unique arrangements and reorganization, no longer mixed together.
Perhaps this can also be regarded as a kind of death and purification. In the "shell of remembrance" projected by the Southern Kingdom, there is finally purified material as a filling, and the most critical human element in the secret history.
All the above is Fan Ning's imagination.
Fan Ning didn't see anything with his own eyes, except for the colorful colors and wind and snow in front of him.
But he seemed to feel that some "villagers" stood up again from the projection, stood at the edge of the pink light screen, and were asking themselves something, or maybe they were just schizophrenic, asking and answering questions in their minds -
"Mr. Scheele, what did my child tell you?"
In the field of fox lilies swaying with the blazing wind, a woman wearing a bright dress unique to the South and holding a colorful cloth satchel was looking forward to it.