Chapter 771 Symphony Version of Erquan Yingyue

The song "Serving the Country with Loyalty" ended, and the audience was excited.

In the Vienna Golden Hall, songs are censored. This does not mean that you cannot sing patriotic songs, but that you cannot sing songs that may easily offend other people's nerves.

"The majestic China will bring congratulations from all over the world" are lyrics that touch the nerves of other countries, and the translation puts a knife in their hearts.

But the organizer still approved it. There are reasons why they had to approve it.

The Chinese audience at the scene applauded like crazy, "This song is awesome!"

"Shock these foreigners!"

"Translate to Oita!"

"Okay, okay, let's play like this, right?"

The reaction of foreigners is: "Is China already so powerful?"

"I think of Genghis Khan, the terrifying Eastern cavalry."

"China is really powerful."

"I don't believe it is impossible for China to develop so fast."

Foreigners' lack of information is unimaginable in China. They can only know what the media tells them.

Foreigners have lagged behind the world for too long, and they still view the world from outdated perspectives.

By the end of the three songs, the atmosphere had reached a climax, and the Chinese audience couldn't wait to know what song would come next.

"I like "March of the East Wind"."

"Damn, you are so bad!"

"Is my "March of Steel Torrent" so unscheduled?"

"Children make choices, adults want them all."

The Chinese audience shouted ""Steel Torrent"" and "The Mighty East Wind"

Xu Nuo smiled slightly, took the baton from Du Tao, and completed the exchange of command authority.

The next moment, Lin Wanqing announced the next song.

""The Mighty March of the East Wind"."

It's time to give foreigners some color.

Although "March of the Iron Torrent" is also very strong, the army is too far away from them, and the missiles must be faster.

The Chinese audience screamed, their faces full of enthusiasm, and they applauded desperately.

"Damn it, this is cultural export!"

"Using missiles to export culture, I ask you whether you accept it."

"If you are not convinced, you can try again until you are convinced."

"Damn it, you're having such a big deal? The second brother of the Golden Hall was pinched?"

Amid the discussion, Xu Nuo began to conduct the orchestra.

"Ding~dengdengdeng~"

The music is majestic, but the most awesome thing is the video on the big screen.

Rows of log transport trucks painted in camouflage sent up a puff of smoke in the desert.

Foreigners didn’t know what this thing was at first and couldn’t see clearly.

The next moment, the cargo compartment of the log transport truck was lifted up and turned into tall towers.

In the wilderness, mist and rain lingered, and green steel towers pointed at the sky, making people's hair stand on end.

"wtf!"

Case solved, this is a missile transporter.

Missile transport vehicles with different shapes are ready to go. Although the power is unknown, looking at the shape, it is obviously not ordinary goods.

The momentum is fierce and murderous, making people shudder.

boom!

One missile was launched, and then another and another soared into the sky in huge flames.

Countless missiles trailed long tail flames, like meteors.

It's just that shooting stars can grant wishes, but this thing can only grant last wishes.

The east wind blooms flowers on thousands of trees at night, and blows down stars like rain.

It's so beautiful that it makes people shudder.

The Chinese audience was excited, their fingers were ready to move, and they wanted to order a packet on the spot.

The eyes of the foreigners were shining, no matter which country they were from, no one would be confused after seeing this thing.

Of course, it’s important not to hit yourself on the head. If you hit yourself on the head, then wait until you ascend to heaven.

The song "March of the East Wind" brought the atmosphere to its peak.

Several songs in a row are exciting songs that make not only the audience but also the promise a little tired.

Concerts also need to be about going too far, and continuous output will also cause the audience to feel disgusted.

So the next song changed style.

"Next song, Erhu Concerto, "Two Springs Reflect the Moon", Erhu, Zhang Tinglan, symphony, Magic City Symphony Orchestra."

This performance is not simply "Two Springs Reflect the Moon", but a symphony collaboration.

Erhu Zhang Tinglan, a famous domestic erhu master, studied under the internationally famous erhu master Ma Shaohui.

Zhang Tinglan is also well-known internationally, and the audience applauded.

The Chinese audience became even more excited, "Damn it, the erhu is even here."

"Open the eyes of foreigners!"

"I realized that I would first use cannons to bombard the foreign devils, and then I would play "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon" for them as a sad song."

"Ah, isn't this a bit too much? But I like it."

As soon as Zhang Tinglan appeared on the stage with her erhu, the foreigners looked at her with curiosity.

Erhu is an instrument with obvious Chinese characteristics, and people from all over the world are full of curiosity about this instrument.

Erhu courses are offered in many countries in Europe, America and Asia, and Erhu performances are also frequent on the world stage.

Zhang Tinglan shook hands with Xu Nuo and then sat at the front.

Xu Nuo raised his hands and the music started playing again.

Melodious, tactful, weeping and complaining, it seems that people can see their own life. This is the charm of "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon".

The melody and charm of the erhu were completely preserved by Zhang Tinglan. Coupled with the symphony's filling and decoration of the erhu sound, the whole piece became richer.

The audience's mood suddenly fell from space to the abyss.

The excitement caused by listening to "March of the East Wind" was poured out by a basin of cold water.

The ambition of "Guanghan Palace Breaking the Formation", "I can't help but control my fate" in "Yun Gong Xun Yin", the feelings of family and country in "Loyalty to the Country", the majesty and majesty of "March of the East Wind" are all reflected in "Er Quan Ying Yue" 》Everything disappeared into smoke.

After listening to "Two Springs Reflect the Moon", I realized the impermanence of life.

Conquering space is nothing, and national sentiments are nothing. Life is the final destination.

The scene was extremely quiet, or not just quiet, but a kind of silence.

This kind of tranquility from the inside out gradually calmed down their minds.

Zhang Tinglan's erhu perfectly expresses deep and tragic emotions with medium and low volume, making the audience feel sad.

But this is just a foundation. Then Zhang Tinglan used a big octave jump to inject a bit of vitality into the slowly sinking music.

This trace of vitality makes the music a little more stubborn and allows the audience to see a beam of light in the abyss.

Zhang Tinglan shook her head and stamped her feet, and the audience was intoxicated.

At the beginning of the third section, the intervals jump and the rhythm accelerates, making the mood transition from stubbornness to generosity.

Just like life, it doesn't matter if you hit rock bottom, it's what matters if you get up.

The appeal of music makes the audience seem to see a man fighting against his destiny.

There is unwillingness, resistance, and sadness about life in the music.

Even if life is difficult, they have not surrendered to fate. Foreigners like this kind of music and they worship such heroes.

There is a force accumulating between the erhu's bowstrings. It is the unwillingness to fate and the desire for light. It is the hope in a desperate situation.

The delicate lyricism of the strings and the vigorous passion of the brass set off the sadness and desolation of the erhu in a deep and intense way.

Various emotions such as grief and anger, resistance, helplessness, and love are vividly displayed in the music.

At the end of "Er Fountain Reflects the Moon", the audience was still very quiet, and many people listened with their eyes closed.

"Two Springs Reflect the Moon" does not need the assistance of pictures. This song sings about life. What everyone hears is their own story.

Xu Nuo lowered his hands, and the audience was still thinking about this piece of music.

It took a few seconds for someone to come to their senses and start clapping.

Applause spread from the front row to the back, and the audience in the back opened their eyes and applauded.

The applause came one after another like a tide, from front to back and back to front.

Cheers, screams, and applause mixed together.

Zhang Tinglan stood up amidst the applause and bowed slightly to the audience. She bowed in every direction, then shook hands with Xu Nuo and Du Tao.

Then Zhang Tinglan left and came all the way here just to make a guest appearance. This time her performance trip happened to be in Europe, so this time it was just a way to stop by.

In the audience, Xiao Li asked Antonio, "How do you like this piece of music?"

"Very good, I think of my grandpa." Antonio's eyes were full of memories.

Xiao Li smiled. He had been worried that foreigners would not be able to appreciate the erhu.

It requires a threshold to appreciate this thing, and it can easily be associated with beggars.

"I thought you wouldn't like this instrument."

Antonio shook his head, "No, I only like music, not the musical instrument. By the way, what kind of musical instrument is this?"

"Erhu." Xiao Li said proudly: "Erhu! Our traditional Chinese musical instrument."

"It's cool that such a small instrument can play such beautiful music." Antonio nodded.

After a pause, Antonio suddenly said: "Can I learn this?"

Xiao Li understood what he meant. What he wanted to ask was whether Erhu was easy to learn.

"It's difficult." Xiao Li said honestly: "It may take a long, long time to learn."

He pointed at Zhang Tinglan and said, "Maybe only at her age."

Who knew Antonio's eyes were shining, "That's great, she is very young, and I am not young either. I want to give it a try."

Xiao Li is dumbfounded. Brother, what I’m saying is that she started learning when she was a child, and she only reaches this level now. It’s not a matter of age, right?

"Then I wish you good luck." Xiao Li shrugged. It's a good thing that foreigners are interested.

On the stage, Xu Nuo picked up the microphone and said, "The next performance will be a bit long, we can take a break in the middle."

At this point in the performance, the orchestra is a little tired, and the audience needs time to relax.

Everyone got up and moved around, and the Chinese audience started chatting.

"What song is next?"

"If it's a long time, it should be "Yellow River Cantata"?"

"It's possible, but not necessarily. According to the habit of making promises, it's time to release a new song."

"It must be new!"

"There's nothing wrong with it. It's a miracle that there are no new songs where the promise is."

"It's already four old songs today, that's not normal."