Chapter 57

When he came to the piano room where he usually practiced, Zhuoyang leaned his umbrella against the door, took off his wet shoes and socks, placed his shoes neatly beside the door, and stepped on the pine floor barefoot. Dry your hair and hands, fingers straight and long.

He gently propped up the top cover of Mendelssohn's grand piano, then turned back to the front, lifted the swing cover, and Zhuoyang sat down.

My fingers slide on the black-and-white keys, Beethoven. "But tonight in your music, I hear sadness, I hear melancholy, I see your anger, I see your sorrow."

"Drow, tonight, you've opened the door!"

"No matter how great a piece of music is, it must have its emotions and life. Great pianists have their own paranoia and desire for emotions, so that music can be endowed with soul."

Professor Norman's words remind Zhuoyang of traditional Chinese painting techniques.

Chinese painting doesn't pay attention to the resemblance of shape. If the meticulous and three-dimensional light and shadow of the characters are deliberately displayed on the screen, it will be called "Craftsmanship". The re image of the painting is just a painter. Chinese painting pursues the image of gods, the artistic conception and the layout of pictures. A real master painter will melt his understanding of all things into ink and paper. No great painter can compare with a poor camera if he only evaluates it by its resemblance.

The same is true of music. If the performance does not contain emotion and musical conception, but only pursues skillful techniques to copy the music scores of the predecessors, it can be done with only a thousand yuan to develop a music performance software.

"No madness, no survival?" Zhuoyang asked doubtfully.

"Yes, madness and demonization make many great artists finally reach the peak of art. They use madness, paranoia and even metamorphosis to inspire a great masterpiece."

"But I don't approve of such art. It's a work at the cost of destroying life and the world. They are slaves of art, slaves of emotional bondage. "

"Zhuo, you were just under the control of your emotions and couldn't help yourself."

"If there is no emotion, what is the meaning of our existence?" Zhuo Yang is still wondering.

"You are right. We are great because we have a lot of emotions. Zhuo, what I want to say is that you should be the master of emotions and release your emotions, rather than letting them control you and become slaves of emotions. So is art, so is music, so is life. "

"Zhuo, tonight, just now, you have opened the door of music hall. The time is totally unexpected. I thought, with your genius, you would reach this point in the next two or three years, but you shocked me again. "

"Zhuo, after entering this gate, you should try to interpret music with emotion, and integrate your feelings and thoughts into the music you play. You will be a great performer. "

"In the end, you should use music and piano sound to release your emotions, use piano sound to describe your heart, and use piano to compose the world and the whole universe you see in front of your eyes."

"To do this, Zhuo, you will become another great musician and pianist in the world."