Of course, other than that, they didn't make any more moves. They were all waiting for the next song. The "Fragrant Flower Bouquet" on the table, which was burning with pink to crimson light, kept it in hand without picking it up.

"Kacha—"

Fan Ning pressed his thumbs outwards, and the bending of the "flower bouquet" in his hands brought an alert and heart-pounding sense of fragmentation.

"Night and songs in the summer wind...are what you told me a poem about the dark night?"

Unlike most of the audience judges who were eager to enjoy the whole performance, he naturally expressed his inner love to his students without hesitation.

The bend is very large, and the orange light of the bouquet quickly disappears to pale white.

Fan Ning's intuition told him that some mysterious substance had completely disappeared inside.

Its original absolute content is very low, as low as a trace, just like taking a strand of hair and contaminating it with a strand remaining in it.

The red light on the light glass number plate on the girl's chest on the stage seemed to be slightly brighter than before.

One decrease and one increase are very weak, but the spiritual concentration of the material itself is very high, so Fan Ning had this intuition.

""The Song of Lucter", Part Four, "Please Don't Eavesdrop on My Song"."

There were nearly thirty contestants in the finals. In the first round, the top eight were eliminated. The contestants were required to perform three singles. Therefore, Walter did not stand up in front of the piano, but Miss Nightingale took a moment to take a call and announced the next one.

song.

"Ding ding dong dong ding ding dong dong..."

As soon as the music began, Walter's left hand was near the C key in the center of the piano, running out a dense, circuitous and brisk background sound flow. Upon hearing it, it made people think it was a scene similar to the hard work of bees, worker ants and other creatures.

“re-do——” “re-do——” “re-do——”

The right hand adds a stubborn decorative sound pattern from the second measure, which strengthens the function of the dominant tone of F major and also brings the audience a sense of emotional tension and a sense of anticipation for the next step.

"Please don't listen to my songs!

I lowered my eyes, as if to let you see the absurdity of my behavior.

I dare not allow myself to look at them when they are unfinished—"

Miss Nightingale's voice was slightly excited, with a hint of exploration and playfulness.

The hard-working composer kept writing and appeared on the stage with an image of full self-esteem.

After the theme enters, the continuously running texture is exchanged by Walter to the high voice, while the bass begins to repeatedly emphasize the jump of the tonic and dominant sounds. In bars 17-19, after the continuous scale descends, the voice appears again.

An exquisite polyphonic imitation of the melody.

"Please don't listen to my songs!

Your curiosity is a betrayal of it, a betrayal!"

The half-note with a forte mark was sung by Miss Nightingale, which highlighted the creator's anger at being peeked at before the work was completed. It is very personal and demonstrates his love for art.

After entering the recapitulation section, this middle-to-late Lucter poem finally reflects its characteristics——

This is still a love poem!

But compared to the girlish youthfulness of "I Breathe the Fragrance of the Bodhi Tree", and compared to the passionate declaration of "If You Love Beauty", its foreshadowing is buried in the later part, and the heartfelt expression is more reserved and profound:

"When bees build their hive,

They don't want others to see it, and they don't look at it themselves.

But when the colorful hive is exposed to the light of day,

You can be the first to taste it, come and taste it!"

The continuous running eighth-note lines rise and fall on the keys in the high and low ranges. In the ending, Walter's right hand makes a long vibrato, and then his left and right hands alternately play out long-span arpeggios, which fall steadily in the bright key of F major.

On the main chord.

The applause started again.

While Miss Nightingale was saluting, she slightly looked toward the corner where Fan Ning was sitting.

However, due to the high contrast between light and dark in the two places, she could only see a gray-black figure that resembled a lake.

"The Song of Lucter, Part 5, "I Renounce the World."

As soon as this report came out, Master Lucter's facial expression with his mouth open and breathing hovered directly in the air.

This poem was written two years ago. From the perspective of reaching his twilight years, it is his late work in the true sense.

After listening to Scheler's adaptation of four art songs in succession, he no longer doubted his master's inspiration and insight. This troubadour's grasp of the core and artistic conception of poetry has already stood on the shoulders of his original text.

Above, it is a veritable example of secondary creation!

but……

"These three works..."

"On this good night, I act absurdly and abandon the world... Wrong payment, wrong payment!" He read out the representative keywords of three songs in a row, as if they were strung together into a long poem or a story.

At the judges' table, a few of Master Lückert's favorite students looked at the teacher's complicated expression of relief, emotion, and sigh, and they had already guessed a lot about his inner activities.

Just a famous singer competition? Even if Scheler helped his students win the championship, his achievements are far from being summed up by a "blade wielder"!

But the famous singer competition is not a "song of awakening". If you want to come out on top, what you need is to see who can better gather the love and admiration of the general audience and nearly 50 judges, and who can better arouse the deep desire of the audience.

The resonance of things.

And the current atmosphere of competitions, the shallow aesthetics of the people, the royal family and the church, the unrestrained pursuit of works that praise greed, pleasure, food and sex... Scheele did not write some passionate and fragrant love poems, but let his

The students presented three works in succession that contained deep yearning and philosophical thoughts. If they really could not successfully win the final reputation, the vocal music and opera circles of the Southern Continent would really be in ruins!

At least, let’s stand out from the other ordinary singers beautifully first...

In the complex mood of a few people, Walter began the continuous echo of the prelude on the dominant note of E-flat major with an "extremely slow" expression.

The bass part uses a semi-decomposed harmonic texture to present a popular linear progression.

Miss Nightingale pressed her left arm against her chest, raised her right arm slightly, and slowly raised her breath and opened her voice as though she was thinking deeply, as if she were opening up a gloomy picture of looking back at the human world for the audience:

"I have renounced the world,

I have been sinking into this for a long time!

I have been silent for a long time in this world,

The world may say that I have passed away without a trace..."

Her vocals are full of despair, while the rising rhythm of the piano's high notes and the bright nature of the major chords also reflect the composer's desire for life and the world, creating an extremely dramatic conflict.

"The world says I passed away without a trace,

But it is no longer important to me;

I'm speechless, I can't tell you the whole story.

This is all because I am truly connected with the world;"

Starting from bar 28, Walter changes the rhythm pattern of the low part of the accompaniment to form a hill-like undulating shape. Arpeggios begin to appear in the interlude, especially dominant chords with lowered fifth notes appear, and the different color effects are full of sadness.

With depression.

"I die in chaos and rest in tranquility.

Alone and alone,

in my heaven,

In my love,

In my song..."

In the ending, the human voice is gradually submerged in the piano's tones, and the theme melody reappears in feeble terms, losing the last trace of rich color and regressing into a bright and unearthly E-flat major chord.

The gentleman in front of the piano has raised his hands, but the girl in the blue dress bit her lips at the last moment and uttered "Lieben (love)" and "lied (song)", and the weeping syllables still echoed in the hearts of the audience.

It’s truly otherworldly poetry, music and interpretation, but why not choose to dance happily in the middle of summer?

Many people are moved by emotional places, but they can't help but be lost in thought. Of course, the repercussions have already occurred.

"Kacha——" "Wow——"
Chapter completed!