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When musicians face this different symphony, it is inevitable that they will subconsciously reject and look for its rebellious and rough side, but the author of this piece is Lucian Evans, one of the most famous top musicians, a genius known for his change and pioneering, so they all have a deep awe, even if there is a sense of repulsion and discomfort in their hearts, they still listen carefully and attentively.
Gradually, most of the musicians who were not native to Aalto were infected by the passionate waves and tense melodies, as if they had returned to the life they had lived when they first came to Aalto.
It was a busy, fast-paced life, running around every day, doing heavy things to get hired by a band or give a small concert. In his spare time, he devotes himself to music desperately, either thinking about the melody like pulling out his hair, or enduring the pain in his hands and practicing repeatedly. The heaviness of reality has overwhelmed them, and only in the atmosphere of music can they get a touch of peace!
Then they heard a new melody that was different from the familiar musical style, which was notes from other countries and folklore from different places. This shows a new "musical world" and brings them indescribable shock, just like when they came to Aalto from their hometown, they suddenly came into contact with Aalto's music in their heavy and busy lives.
Christopher's brows slowly flattened, recalling many past events.
With my dream of music, I left my hometown town and arrived at Aalto half-traveling and half-playing, but Alto is so prosperous, there are so many musicians and musicians, and it is difficult to live and live here without extraordinary talent and superb playing skills.
So, in order to make a living, I had to act as a street performer, relying on a little gift from passers-by after playing music to fill my stomach, and at night, I went crazy absorbing Aalto's music creation concept that was completely different from that of my hometown.
In this heavy, fast-paced life, by chance, he met Mr. Lessing, who opened a new door to himself to a well-structured symphony.
At that time, I was extremely shocked, just like witnessing all kinds of completely different travelers after coming to a new country.
"Lucian's music perfectly shows his experience - after overcoming many hardships, traveling to a new country, hearing new music, and becoming passionate." Christopher abandoned all kinds of stubbornness and prejudices that arose spontaneously before, and gave a pertinent evaluation in his heart.
Immediately afterwards, the whole band plays a majestic and passionate, turbulent melody like a wave, and then the two secondary themes are presented in turn. Played by flute, oboe and flute respectively, they bring out a faint melancholy and sentimentality, rendering the melancholy of Christopher and others after being busy at the beginning.
Next, the structural innovations gave the musicians a different feeling, and it wasn't until the end of the first movement that they realized that the arrangement of the reenactment was unique, and it took several dramatic turns and delays before it really began.
Most of the nobles in the Hall of Psalm and the ordinary citizens in the Municipal Square did not have the high requirements of musicians for structural rigor. Although they also feel that this symphony is a little different from what they have heard in the past, and even as a music capital, there are many veteran enthusiasts who can tell where it is out of the ordinary, but they all agree that it is a good and above-standard work.
They simply listen with their ears and their hearts.
After a short pause, Lucian raised his baton again, and at the same time closed his eyes slightly, as if he was intoxicated by the music.
The melody is distant and the colors are dull, and the band renders a mysterious and gloomy atmosphere after playing a few wonderful chords in the bass range.
In such an environment, Lucian's emotions that had been brewing and fermenting for a long time turned into pictures one by one and came to his heart. They are the nostalgia in the heart, the longing of the scenes:
This is a longing for relatives and friends, and the memory of interaction with them is so deep: Mr. Victor, who was kind, kind, and noble, never discriminated against himself, taught himself very seriously, and loved himself; Uncle Joel and Aunt Alyssa, who took care of him like a father and mother, lent all their savings when they were in the most difficult time, and stood up without hesitation when they were chased by gangsters; John, a staunch good friend, disregards the future of the knight and chooses to fight the gang with himself; Humorous and beautiful Natasha, cheerful and atmospheric, without the slightest arrogance, treats her friends without remuneration, is good from the heart, and has experienced a lot together......
This is a nostalgia for the old house in the Adjean district, its wooden door was repaired by himself, and there is a ruined magic laboratory hidden underground. During the time you live here, you learn writing by yourself, become a magic apprentice, and fight wits and courage against the cultists of the Silver and White Horns......
This is a longing for the garden villa, although I haven't lived there for a few months, but the mottled stone bricks and vines crawling all over the walls seem to be fresh in my memory. Here, he played two piano pieces for Natasha, "To Sylvia" and the first movement of "Moonlight"; Here, he learned the news of the Magic Council from Mr. Rhine......
This is a nostalgia for the chic and beautiful musicians' association, which has a thick soft carpet, a quiet environment, a neat music library and a complete piano room. They witness their own bits and pieces, their repetition when practicing the piano and the heartfelt "drinking and questioning" when playing fate......
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These images flashed in front of Lucian's eyes as if they were substance, and what was even clearer was the ubiquitous longing, melancholy and nostalgia during his journey and in Alinge's life, as well as the sadness and helplessness of "saying goodbye".
These deep and strong emotions turned into invisible notes, slowly flowing with Lucian's baton.
The alto oboe played a melodious and empty beautiful melody, which was both melancholy and sadness, but also contained a comforting sweetness, which struck everyone's heart like lightning.
Christopher was a little in a trance, as if he had returned to his hometown town. Are those dark two-story buildings in the style of ancient magical empires still intact, and are there still haunted legends? Is the small river that half-circles the city wall still so clear and sweet? Is the apple tree at the door of the old house still branching and bearing fruit, and is it as sour as a memory from more than fifty years ago? Is the girl you secretly admire also gray hair and loose teeth like yourself, and does she still like to smile as before? Are the ancestral graves in the cemetery covered with grass, and are there any family members who go to clean them......
This desolate and melodious melody seems to have smoothed out the long time of more than fifty years, making Christopher miss his hometown like never before, miss him very much, and miss him until his heart is empty and full of melancholy!
Betty, Joanna and Simon also lost their minds in such nostalgic music, remembering the ubiquitous mountains and bumpy roads of the Principality of Djibouti, the legends of necromancers and vampires who scared them to death, the childhood playmates, the taste of home, the warmth and sweetness of their parents when they were alive, and the old house full of holes that symbolized them......
Thinking about it, Betty and Joanna's eyes were red, and they unconsciously left crystal teardrops, and suddenly had a strong desire to go home.
This is a strong feeling that only a wanderer can experience!
Joel and Alyssa thought of the southern town, the balcony that carried their love story, and the stone with one stone that was too familiar to cherish. The blue moss in the corner seems to be still vivid, and the delicious hometown specialties seem to be still reminiscing about last night......
Grace "saw" Sturk, saw stone arch bridges of different styles, saw pointed boats gliding briskly, saw wax figures resembling human figures, and saw her aging parents and her increasingly tired brother......
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Whether it is aristocrats, musicians, businessmen, or ordinary people, as long as they have a similar experience, they can't help but fall into that atmosphere.
I don't know how many people shed tears silently, and I don't know how many people have strong nostalgic thoughts!
The beautiful atmosphere is gradually interrupted by the idyllic scenery, and then the urgent and eager first theme pulls everyone back from the memories to reality - dreaming back at midnight, still alone, without family and without familiar reality!
The indescribable desolation and sadness are accompanied by the return of melancholic melodies, which end in the affectionate chanting of the violin and the very light and light chords that follow.
There was no applause, only a silent and silent crowd of tears.
The next third movement suddenly burst into vigorous vitality, showing danceable, one-of-a-kind melodies and bright sunny colors, allowing everyone to feel the scenery and beauty of the new country again.
The fourth movement is grand and high-pitched, reproducing all the themes presented before one by one, and with the accumulated abundant power, strong desire to go home and imaginary joyful scenes, it rushes to the end firmly like a torrent rushing forward.
The new kingdom is fading away.
This intense torrent of emotions resonated with countless listeners, moving them from silent tears to bursting with longing, from quiet listening to a tsunami of applause and loud cheers.
Bursts of applause that seemed to refuse to stop sounded in the Municipal Square and in the Hall of Psalms, causing Lucian to greet him over and over again.
Many nobles, citizens and most of the merchants had distorted expressions, tears on their faces, and their hands clapped without pain, as if they were pinning their longing for their hometown and their desire to return to Lucian!
Christopher's expression was calm and full of nostalgia, and he whispered to Othello, Victor and Natasha: "Tomorrow, I will go back to my hometown to have a look."
After a pause, he added: "This is the most moving adagio movement of all the symphonies I have ever heard, and it made me forget to pay attention to the structure of the whole symphony......"
"When people are old, they may miss their hometown very much."
(End of this chapter)