Three consecutive pieces with distinct styles have already made everyone understand the quality of this concert; it is destined to beco a classic!
And at this mont.
The concert continues.
After the performance of Canon, Lin Yuan spoke again:
"The next piece has a poignant love story behind it.
Legend has it that in ancient tis, there was a woman nad Zhu Yingtai who loved to chant poems and read books, with the heart to go outside to study. But at that ti, won couldn’t show their faces in public, so she disguised herself as a man with her maid Silver Heart to go to study in a distant place.
On the way, they t a scholar nad Liang Shanbo and his servant Shijiu.
Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai hit it off at first sight and traveled together to the academy to study..."
The story Lin Yuan is telling is "Butterfly Lovers."
The reason for ntioning such a story at the concert is that the next piece is called "Butterfly Lovers"!
It’s about the story of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai transforming into butterflies.
In fact, many musical works have stories behind them, to varying degrees.
So are made up; so are true, while others are simply imagined by people after appreciating the work, based on their understanding.
Lin Yuan is impressive in this.
After all, the story of Butterfly Lovers is one of the four major folk love stories in our Celestial Dynasty.
Its widespread popularity is solely because it is moving enough.
"...Later, Liang Shanbo passed away. Zhu Yingtai pretended to agree to the marriage with the Ma family but requested that the wedding procession must pass through South Mountain and allow her to get out of the sedan and pay respects to Liang Shanbo.
When Zhu Yingtai got out to pay her respects at the tomb, a storm, with a mournful wind, suddenly arose.
In the midst of stunned onlookers, Liang Shanbo’s tomb cracked open. Zhu Yingtai saw this and unhesitatingly jumped in, and the tomb imdiately closed again.
Soon, a pair of butterflies flew out from the tomb, shadowing each other."
In the narration.
The entire audience listened attentively.
When Lin Yuan finished speaking, the sound of plucking strings followed naturally by the flute, as if the audience found themselves high in the clouds, peering down at a hazy scene below.
And then.
The orchestra resounded.
The clouds were parted by unseen hands, and the view of the world below gradually beca clear from blurred.
The audience seed to see during the three years at the academy how the friendship between Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai deepened.
Laughing.
Frolicking.
Caring for each other.
The violin, tender and everlasting, distant and lingering.
The cello, deep and full-bodied, accompanied harmoniously.
The two instrunts, the violin being Zhu Yingtai and the cello being Liang Shanbo, a duet of deep affection.
Doubt.
Unease.
Determination.
As the leading voice, the violin gradually dominated the lody, with a deep, tender, and introspective tone, pushing Zhu Yingtai’s emotions to the fullest; this woman has thought a lot about the obstacles she and he will face together.
Be brave and love!
Is it Zhu Yingtai who has strengthened her heart, or is it the audience who has sent their heartfelt blessings?
The lody suddenly turned lively!
The flute beca bright and clear!
The cello danced in movent!
As if the two were on a spring outing in the bright and sunny March.
Yet, good tis together are always followed by monts of parting.
After the joy cos the lingering sadness in the eighteenth farewell.
The the was played slowly, as if with hesitant steps that ultimately had to leave, but the violin and cello duet remained tightly intertwined, inseparable.
The audience was silent, inexplicably heart-wrenching.
Even though they were listening to music, the story before them beca increasingly clearer.
Especially when the orchestra suddenly surged like a mighty wave, the audience seed to feel an infinite resistance.
Was it the father’s opposition?
Was it the difference in social standing?
Facing this strong resistance, the violin fiercely battled!
The conflict between the two gradually escalated, culminating in a final crescendo that filled the venue with imnse sorrow!
Liang Shanbo has died.
As if the notes could speak.
This is the ssage the music delivered to every listener.
At this mont, the violin wept and lanted, its sharp broken staccato and fragnted notes expressing despair as in Zhu Yingtai’s heart at this mont, ashen.
Finally.
The final movent.
With cries, kneeling steps, and music’s repetition, it was like a flashback of mories.
Gradually.
The tears dried up.
Amid the furious low gong of grief, Zhu Yingtai leapt, and the music simultaneously soared to its peak!
Transforming into butterflies!
The final part of the piece!
Under the light and ethereal strings, the eyes of all in the audience were red!
People seed to see the pair of butterflies that Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai had transford into, freely and joyfully flying among the flowers, never to be separated!
It was bright spring.
It was twittering birds and blooming flowers.
It pierced the cold and hopeless darkness with a glimr of warmth!
At this mont.
The audience felt as if years had passed in a different world!
Many hardly noticed that the piece had played for a full twenty-five minutes!
Their greatest sense was watching a dreamlike, sorrowful love story and listening to a piece both desperate and full of hope.
The entire room was silent.
In the silence, sobbing suddenly erged from an unknown corner.
And as the sobbing seed to spread to more corners, it was quickly engulfed by thunderous applause!
"Ah!"
"That was stunning!"
"So moving!"
"Did you feel as if the music spoke, perfectly recounting the story he narrated before—"
"Butterfly Lovers!"
"It moved to tears!"
"When he told the story, I listened as a narrative, but with the music, I felt like I beca part of that story."
"Every instrunt is telling a story with endless words!"
"The use of the violin and its emotional expression have reached a masterful level!"
"Music can also be a language!"
"The transformation into butterflies at the end made completely break down in tears!"
"This is one of the most beautiful love stories I’ve ever heard!"
"I forgot I was at a music concert, it felt like watching a movie, or experiencing a lifeti."
"Only Xian Yu’s music can give such a strong sense of imagery."
So people are communicating.
So people are lanting.
So people are assessing.
So people are just shedding tears.
...
But at the location of Yang Zhongming and others, the expressions of several top Maestros were unanimously shocked.
Yin Dongdao: "The use of the violin was genius."
Ye Zhi mused like autumn: "The duet between cello and violin taphorically represents the protagonists, expressing the the of love, a very exquisite arrangent."
Lu Sheng: "The lody has been engraved in people’s hearts."
Abigail also pondered and spoke: "We are all trying to tell stories with music, but none of us does it as well as he does. This concert is sothing I might rember for a lifeti."
"Ol’ Yang."
Zheng Jing suddenly spoke.
Yang Zhongming looked up: "Hmm?"
"Do you think after today’s concert, he will surpass you?"
"He has already surpassed . ’Butterfly Lovers’ is one of the best violin concertos I’ve ever heard, not to ntion his classic works are far more than just this one."
"I ant in terms of the music charts ranking."
"That depends on his performance tomorrow. After all, I’m still third. It’s not easy to leapfrog ahead of ."
"Are you talking about that symphony?"
"Yes."
Yang Zhongming spoke.
Ol’ Yang always tends to overrate Xian Yu subconsciously. He likes this young one, or rather, this child.
However, every once in a while, Xian Yu always breaks Yang Zhongming’s understanding, making him realize that perhaps he still underestimated him.
Until today.
Until this mont.
For the first ti, Yang Zhongming realized:
He might no longer be able to look at Xian Yu with the eyes of seeing a younger generation.
"Why do I suddenly feel as if my own child’s suddenly grown up?"
Yang Zhongming found this inexplicable thought amusing, and his mouth gently lifted. This concert was a dual enjoynt of mind and senses for him.
One must know.
At Yang Zhongming’s level, music that he can completely enjoy is becoming increasingly rare.
Speaking of which.
For everyone at the Golden Hall today, this concert was a top-level enjoynt.
An unprecedented musical feast!
...
After performing "Butterfly Lovers," Lin Yuan spoke:
"It’s about ti, there’s one more performance today, please enjoy."
The final performance was a saxophone performance.
The piece’s perforr was Lin Yuan himself.
Obviously.
Lin Yuan’s saxophone skills aren’t the best, at least not as masterful as his piano. But overall, it reached the standard for stage performance.
Especially with this piece.
His performance itself has a special aning.
Because this saxophone piece is called "Ho"!
The title was secondary, it was just seeing this piece’s instrunt appear on the screen, Zheng Jing’s expression inevitably beca a bit peculiar:
"Little Fish couldn’t have done it on purpose, right?"
The last two works of today’s concert, one was a violin concerto, the other a saxophone piece.
The forr is one of Yang Zhongming’s areas of expertise.
The latter is one of Abigail’s areas of expertise.
Xian Yu seed to be using these two tiless classic pieces to tell everyone that he also has "so understanding" of these.
"If it’s not on purpose, it’s intentional."
Abigail raised an eyebrow and then quietly listened to today’s last piece.
...
On Earth.
At the ntion of the saxophone, people would think of "Ho."
And at the ntion of "Ho", people would associate it with the instrunt saxophone.
In fact.
It is precisely the beautiful lody of this piece that is known worldwide, making the rather niche instrunt saxophone earn the favor of countless music enthusiasts.
It is worth noting that:
This piece is also used on Shanghai buses and subway stations to notify passengers to alight at the terminal station, and has been included in the music textbook of the People’s Education Press.
At this mont.
This saxophone classic from Earth was played on the stage of the Golden Hall.
The lodious and clear saxophone produced a mysterious, lingering ambiance.
The pure and lodious sound effect, combined with the lyrical high notes, makes the layers distinctly clear, instantly affecting countless people.
The soft, non-harsh sound quality carries a kind of rich penetrative power.
It seems as if this piece was born for the saxophone, the texture of this instrunt gleaming, full of brass flavor, its lingering sound thoroughly elicited!
That’s a sense of reality.
Beautiful, graceful, without extras!
Especially the sound of the sagra and golden hamr heavy tals within, delicate yet firm, extending into the distance, giving people infinite beautiful thoughts and longings.
Listening carefully, it feels like the taste of ho.
When this piece ended, apart from the applause as usual, no one in the audience moved, even though Xian Yu was on stage, bowing to everyone, announcing the concert’s end for today...
"How was it?"
Zheng Jing looked at Abigail.
Abigail smiled wryly: "Wasn’t Xian Yu letting win at the last Blue Songlympics? If he had presented this piece then, the saxophone project’s championship would have gone to your Qin Continent."
Zheng Jing: "..."
There wasn’t much further pondering over this matter. Perhaps Xian Yu hadn’t written this piece by then, who knows, but reflecting on the pieces from this concert, Abigail couldn’t help but sigh: "After listening to ’Ho’, my first thought was, I don’t want to go ho, I want to keep listening, see how many more surprising pieces he can bring out."
It wasn’t just Abigail.
Almost everyone on site, after listening to "Ho," didn’t want to go ho.
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