What would such a large-scale response, such universality, and overwhelming evaluation mean? She already had a vague answer in her heart!
From the moment when the resurrection carol rose to the end of heaven and earth, and the band's E-flat major chord ended its powerful attack, the hearts of the distant praisers had fully opened up, and all the ecstasy overflowed, gushing like the sun, flowing freely across the sky, more than anything else.
Any blazing flame is more spectacular!
She couldn't help but get up, with tears in her eyes, and joined the audience who expressed their enthusiasm regardless of themselves.
——You have to believe:
Your birth was not in vain,
Your survival and suffering are not in vain!
This is by no means a simple audio-visual enjoyment, and its meaning is by no means simply "becoming elegant"
Such a work, such a performance, and listening to its full meaning is closer to the discovery of power, the closing of the truth, and even the completion of moral responsibility, which is enough to arouse the joy of the human community and make the whole world tremble!
"Master Fan Ning!" "Master Fan Ning!"
Sheeran, who was sitting in the position of the first violinist, had just stood up and was about to follow the figure on the conductor's podium to salute. Suddenly, he felt that from the audience in the audience, and even the affected people in all directions, there seemed to be a series of scorching arrows being sent out - the conductor
The "Arrows of Spiraling Fire" guided by the family's huge spiritual transformation - pierced his body one after another!
This young man standing on the podium, his father's student, his senior, his companion, sometimes his boss at work, and the guide in the mysterious world has really become different. Maybe it was unusual before, but this time
Once, it was a transformation that transcended spirituality and even approached the level of divinity!
Sheeran, as well as more musicians and chorus members behind him, felt as if they were pushed into another world by these "arrows of spinning fire".
In an ancient and magnificent palace, the carpets accumulate the thick dust and hair of history. The corridors are like wandering deep tunnels. Classical portrait oil paintings are hung at wide intervals and extend infinitely forward.
Among the poets, painters, sculptors, dancers, pianists, and composers, there are many familiar faces of historical figures. In addition, there are also other fields: theology, science, industry, politics, and literature other than poetry.
But some of the picture frames of the latter people are rotten and festered, some are twisted and peeled off, and some are covered with soap bubble-like colors - it seems that this part of the "lattice" based on "linguistic thinking" has failed.
, only art that can be completely independent of language, and poetry that is regarded as "rebellion against language" are also considered art and can hang here almost forever.
It was pushed in very quickly, and it was a shuttle-style tour.
Then, at the end of the framed display, they saw a newly hung portrait of Carolyn Van Nin, side by side with the others.
Light poured in from the windows all over the corridor.
The intensity of the illumination gradually increased until the palace burst and collapsed, revealing the blue-black night sky outside. The outer frames of the portraits melted into ovals and even spheres, and various different brilliance erupted, rising to the depths of the sky one by one!
"Celestial body?"
Fan Ning, who had just completed the first round of curtain call and was standing in the dark side of the stage adjusting his instruments, was exposed to various extraordinary and mysterious spiritual experiences.
This change is too drastic.
Far more than the changes brought about by crossing the "Gate of Whirlwind" and being promoted to the Third Level of Deep Dawn.
The hanging ascension is like the gallery of an ancient palace, or like the stars that are far away and difficult to reach.
Oh, it’s just “inaccessible from a distance” to others.
For Fan Ning himself, he actually had a vague feeling of looking down, as if he had a perspective rising up, a split shot cut out, and he was hanging in the depths of the starry sky, overlooking the world!
new moon!
Juxtaposed with Haydn, Mozart, Chopin, Schumann, Mendelssohn and other musicians in the previous life, as well as Tarakani, Niemann, Schillings, Tone and others in this life, perhaps, specifically, there are still high
Although they are lower than each other, they are already in the same echelon and at the same level!!
Right, that is it.
Looking around the audience, eyes mingling, the only thing that prevented Fan Ning from having a vague "sense of split shots" was the few attending masters including pianist Lee Viadlin!
"In the modern world of Blue Star in the previous life, there was a relatively more 'scientific' astronomical theoretical system. Let's call the outside of Blue Star the 'universe'. But in the current old industrial world, a world where mysticism has been proven to be effective, the outer starry sky
What is the essence of it?"
"I even have a suspicion now, based on conjectures and suspicions inspired by mysticism, except for the earth standing here, the high starry sky or the outer deep space, whether the stars are essentially 'new'
moon'!?"
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"But there is still a problem. In terms of quantity, the outer starry sky is vast and there are too many celestial bodies, far more than the masters I know. How can we explain this?"
"Could there be other things similar to the 'crescent' hanging in the deep space?"
Thinking about these daunting, universal and real categories, Fan Ning clearly felt the difference between who he was today and who he was only as a "great artist" before.
My previous self would never have thought about this, not even in a dream.
A great painter or poet simply possesses great "spirituality".
Spirituality?
To a certain extent, you are the medium of true knowledge or divinity. Holding the commentary or invitation, you can open the door and connect the bridge at any time, allowing divinity to flow into the world, or allowing the world to temporarily blend with it!
As for finding the remnants of the Puraroma Fruit in the Glow Garden, the dividing line between the upper and lower triple doors, it is just very difficult for other people who understand the third level of dawn.
For a master-level knower who has risen to a nearby level, if he just randomly looks for one without considering the compatibility of true knowledge and the ritual of taking it, this is a completely simple matter!
Fan Ning walked out of the stage and took another curtain call. Listening to the overwhelming roar of the fans, she suddenly had a tasteless experience.
third time, fourth time
Flowers and gifts swarmed up
Amidst repeated calls for "encore", two ditties with sonorous rhythm and endearing melody returned.
Finally, they exited backstage, where celebrities in suits and ties surrounded them. Beautiful girls wearing perfume chatted with admiration. The humble artists captured the luck of being enlightened and supported. The dense flashlights kept taking turns.
bombing
Fan Ning responded politely, elegantly and restrainedly.
He thought of many of his past selves.
From the perspective of self-analysis, every time I show up at Vanity Fair, I dance, talk and laugh, receive flowers and applause, and my career is rising steadily. Although I always maintain the image of a noble artist, in fact, deep down, I still have an element of enjoyment?
But now it seems that this is not something that can bring a great sense of accomplishment, at least not as much as the process of composing or conducting itself.
It has become very difficult to give myself great positive feedback.
I'm afraid there are only creative breakthroughs, theoretical subversion, or another cognitive sublimation of an almost worldwide audience, and so on.
The "Crescent Moon" has already hung high in the sky, but there are still dozens or dozens of "Crescent Moon" artists alive.
If you are still alive, try to look up to the "torch bearer" who goes further?
Someone like Beethoven, Brahms, or once Bach
After becoming a master, Fan Ning quickly thought of the deep chasm. Deep in his heart, he felt cold and dizzy. In front of him was the gorgeous command lounge, the crowded hallways, the ubiquitous reverence and fanaticism.
The atmosphere, and the predictable overwhelming reports that followed, were suddenly downplayed into a trivial matter worth mentioning.
Not worth mentioning, not worth remembering.
It was late at night, and a black extended-length Kent car was driving on a quiet and deserted street.
Sparse gas lights, splashes of gray and black water, and rain marks scratched by wheels.
"Suddenly I feel like my troubles are coming again."
Sheeran was curled up in the passenger seat.
"What's wrong?"
Fan Ning pushed the wiper and still looked straight ahead.
The little girl made a very troubled expression: "At that time, you were hired as an honorary associate professor of the St. Lenia Conservatory of Music at the graduation ceremony. I was annoyed. As Miss Sheeran, who has been educated since childhood and knows etiquette, what do I think?
Should I insist on the honorific title of 'Professor Fan Ning'? I should insist on it, but every time before I say it, the image of Professor Fan Ning, who looks mature and worldly, married with children, and an elegant scholar, appears in my mind."
As she spoke, she looked up at the roof of the car again, "Oh, what I want to say now is that this trouble is no longer important to me. 'Master Fan Ning', it sounds like it is no longer a problem for married elegant scholars. This has arrived.