[Yu Huang] The Pontoon Bridge of Dreams

When the melody of "Polka of Lightning and Thunder" played by the bedside again, Huang Shaotian felt really bored. Now that the whole school is basically on summer vacation, he doesn't need to get up at six o'clock to grab the piano room, so he doesn't do that anymore. Masochistically set an alarm clock to make life difficult for myself.He stretched out his hand to press the alarm, but he couldn't find the phone after touching it a few times. Speaking of which, the ringtone was common in their dormitory, and everyone used it to set the alarm clock, although the song itself didn't sound as good as the name Rumbling, but the rapid polka melody and the wonderful performance of the percussion group from time to time are definitely a sharp weapon to wake up every sleeping student.

"Young Master Huang, don't touch it and get up quickly. If you don't get up again, you won't be able to see us for the last time." Xu Jingxi took his mobile phone and turned up the volume again, and approached Huang Shaotian who was lying on the bed, "We can go Already."

"Let's go? Let's go quickly. The table is cleared up. Is it cleared? I can put my things away. Remember to close the door for me. Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye!" Huang Shaotian turned over and buried his face in the pillow, his voice was muffled, "I I haven't slept in for almost half a year, and you just have the heart to wake me up, can't you just wave your sleeves and leave quickly? The roommate love you promised..."

"That kind of thing has never happened before." Song Xiao picked him up from the bed, their luggage was piled up at the door, and they were indeed about to leave soon, the room seemed empty without three people. , Huang Shaotian rubbed his eyes and saw Xu Jingxi holding his pot of half-dead prickly prickly pear and coming over, his remaining drowsiness that was not destroyed by the alarm was instantly frightened away, "I rely on Xu Jingxi, what are you doing?" ! What are you doing here with this thing? Even if I don’t get up to send you off, you can’t do this with me? Are you a torture tool?”

"What, you see, I entrusted the most important thing to you. You have to take good care of it this month. If I come back after school starts and it dies...Young Master Huang, you have to compensate me for mental damage."

Compensation to your uncle, you threw this thing on the balcony for almost a semester, and you didn't care about how it has become the most important thing now. It's a liar, you treat everyone else as blind.Huang Shaotian was thinking silently in his heart, but in order to let them pack up and leave quickly so that he could continue to sleep, he took the little flowerpot over sincerely and replied: "Okay, don't worry, I will water it three times a day. Water, it will drink as much as I drink, so let’s go and see you later.”

The cactus was dusty because no one looked at it for a long time, and the thorns looked soft. Xu Jingxi took his most 'important' thing back from Huang Shaotian's hands and put it on the table casually, and finally said something Decent farewell words: "We put the meal card and the piano room card in the drawer for you, you can take it yourself."

Yo, this time I finally experienced the friendship between roommates. Huang Shaotian nodded in satisfaction, then gave his face and waved his hands and said, "Okay, then I'll see you soon. If you don't go, be careful if you miss the train. I won't see you off. Bye, go." Okay..." As he said that, he was about to fall back on the bed again, seeing that he might not be able to scream anymore, they helped him to draw the curtains tighter, closed the door and left with a few people.

Hearing the footsteps in the corridor gradually fade away, Huang Shaotian turned over. It was early in the summer, and now it was already bright outside, and he lay down for a while but couldn't sleep anymore. Originally, he planned to travel to overcome the bottleneck period. In the summer vacation, it turned out that he was left in the school when he was in a bottleneck period, while the others ran out to travel without incident. Huang Shaotian lamented that life is impermanent with a bit of depression. Of course, this does not mean that he I don't like practicing piano, on the contrary, for those of them who have taken music as a profession, there are very few people who do not learn because they like it.It is true that when I started practicing when I was a child, parents and teachers would be required to supervise and urge in various aspects and senses, but those definitely cannot help a person to persist in practicing a musical instrument until now.

Especially for musical instruments like the violin, Huang Shaotian was deeply moved by it. When he was a child, what he envied most was the kid next door who played the piano. No matter how badly he played, at least the pitch of the piano was fixed. The chords that can be knocked down by ten fingers are at best unconventional, dissonant and unpleasant, but the violin is worse. You have to find every pitch by yourself. No matter how talented you were when you were young, within a year of first learning how to hold a bow, what you draw out, let alone music, is basically not even called music.

Popularly speaking, that kind of sound is called killing a chicken, and at that time when the kid next door was able to play two tigers in a decent way, Huang Shaotian still only knew how to kill a chicken with a piano, p and f were in his eyes. That's just the difference between killing a chicken softly and killing a chicken hard.And this also made it easy for him to understand why the music theory book said that the mute pedal of the piano is mainly used to enrich the expressiveness of the music, while the mute of the violin is really just to reduce noise.

But no matter how hard the past is to look back on, Huang Shaotian can be regarded as a top performer now. It's a pity that he had the trouble of killing chickens when he was killing chickens. Now he can be regarded as successful in his studies, but what should be annoying will still be annoying, such as him. Such a bottleneck that is going through now.

There is no way to feel the progress from the daily practice, and none of the methods used to motivate himself in the past are effective, let alone get twice the result with half the effort. Sometimes he goes back to the dormitory and lies on the bed at night, and his ears seem to be untreated during the daytime practice. The replays of the clips in those good places are annoying but still unable to break through.

But he still persisted in his daily practice and successfully did not let it affect his final exam, but his professional teacher still found out a little bit and gave him some advice, and this matter was skipped along with the summer vacation up.

In fact, he feels that he doesn’t need any advice. Some people may think that the source of the bottleneck period is the boring daily practice, and he can go out for a walk to relax, but after a few days he decided not to go. After thinking about it, he thinks Maybe you can't escape this thing, and you still have to rely on more and more scientific exercises to overcome it.

So he got up, took a shower, ate something, carried the piano case with a few music books, and went to the piano room.

Because of the summer vacation, the control of the piano room is not as strict as usual. He stayed until the afternoon. During this period, he completed his daily practice and played the piano for a while pretending to entertain himself. After being stimulated by his right hand, which is far less flexible than his left hand, he is now sitting on the piano bench and writing a score in a small dilapidated book, and then he did not know when he wrote half of the cadenza last time The original piece is Summer of the "Four Seasons" Concerto they performed not long ago.

The sky outside the window was gradually dimming. In summer, it usually doesn’t get dark so early. Huang Shaotian followed the light and looked out. There was a large black cloud hanging in the sky, making the whole sky appear a dark gray color. The outside didn’t know. When did the wind blow and the leaves on the side of the road rattled, he took the notebook and walked up to him, opened the window and looked down. His piano room today is on the fourth floor, and he looked down from this height , It feels like there are not many people around, well, although it is summer vacation, there are not many people left in the school.

As the prelude to the rainstorm, the wind blows in through the window unceremoniously, bringing with it the smell of damp soil that the rainstorm is about to come. Seeing that the sky is getting darker and darker, it seems that the rain will come soon.It stands to reason that he should pack up his things and go back quickly at this time, because he didn't bring an umbrella, even though the piano case is waterproof, there is no reason to run across half of the campus with it in the heavy rain.

But Huang Shaotian didn't care about that. He was even slightly excited about the coming rainstorm. He walked to the window and took advantage of the light from the window to quickly scribble a few strokes on the notebook. This piece "Concerto No. [-] in G minor "That is to say, the derivative cadenza of "Xia" was basically completed. He took the music stand from its original position, picked up the piano and practiced according to the score, and after a while, there was a pattering sound outside the window. Hearing the sound of raindrops falling, he put down the piano and turned his head to look. It was completely dark, and the sound of the rain was getting denser and louder.

"Soon the strong wind picked up, and there was a tendency of storms to come."

"He started busy preparing for the storm, under the gray sky with a restless heart."

"Severe wind, rain, and hail, combined with thunder and lightning, prevented him from returning home."

In the background information he saw when he came into contact with this group of concertos for the first time, the sentences of the sonnets that the composer wrote together in order to let people better understand his works came to his mind, and now the sound of rain outside the window Dazuo, looking out from his window, the not-so-large sky was divided into two by the lightning that appeared instantly, and the not-so-bright blue-purple light even made the piano room without the lights on in an instant. lights up.

The sound of the wind, the sound of thunder, the sound of raindrops passing through the leaves, and the sound of beating on the glass, all are mixed together but each has its own unique rhythm and rhythm. If you can't feel it, this is the real summer concerto that can only be brought by the summer rainstorm.

As for the score of Vivaldi's piece, Huang Shaotian had long been familiar with it by heart. He didn't turn on the light, didn't go to get the score, and just stood by the window, listening to the sound of rain outside the window, and then began to play the third movement of summer.

In the darkness, there was only some faint light from the window. He stood in the darkness, and the sporadic light was only enough to project on the fingerboard of the violin. Luoluo, but Huang Shaotian wasn't looking.Because he is familiar enough with the repertoire, every note has become a part of his body memory, and he can't remember where to change and which is double-tone. He closed his eyes. At this moment, he is like a player in a rainstorm , and the sudden night rain outside the window was his only audience.

Yu Wenzhou wasn't too anxious when he saw the weather outside the window. Before going out today, Zhang Xinjie told him that it might rain and reminded him to bring an umbrella, so he decided to read this chapter before leaving.

In fact, if he just reads, he can go to the library or stay in the dormitory to read, but reading the textbooks with a piano next to him will help him understand, so his habit has always been to read in the piano room, and now that he has finally finished the exam, he can be regarded as having I spent more time reading my favorite books, and wrote some songs that did not meet the requirements of the professors, and were more whimsical but of little value.

He sat on the piano bench and turned the book to the last page, and then took off the earphones. At this time, it was raining. In fact, he really likes to listen to the sound of rain, especially in summer. The spring rain is too soft. Even if the sound falls on the ground, you can’t hear it. The autumn rain is too bleak, and the next one will be colder, which makes people feel a little disappointed. Only the summer rain comes in a hurry, unusually refreshing and crisp, and the next one will be vigorous. , which is very in line with the feeling of minimalism.

He walked to the window and opened it a little bit. The rain outside was not less than before. At first, he just wanted to stand up and pack up his things and go back, but he felt that there was something else in the sound of the rain this time.

It's the sound of the piano.The sound of a violin.

After distinguishing the timbre, he listened carefully again. It was not so easy to distinguish the unknown piano sound from the sound of the torrential rain, but after listening to a few words, he was sure that it was "Summer" from Vivaldi's fourth season concerto. , the third movement, the presto part.

He is a knowledgeable person.It was raining outside, and I played a section of the summer rainstorm indoors, but it was a pity that the instrument could not touch the water, otherwise, if I could really play this piece in the rain, it would be an excellent situational unity.

Thinking this way, Yu Wenzhou stepped out of the classroom towards the direction of the sound of the piano. It was on the same floor and not far away. The further he walked, the clearer the sound of the piano became. Closed, but the sound of the rain is not so clear.

Yu Wenzhou stopped when he walked to the door of the piano room. Right inside, this "player in the rainstorm", thinking about it, he smiled himself first.

The intonation is very good, and the place where there may be finger slides is also handled well. The lack of slide makes the piece appear more crisp and direct. This player may have been influenced by Perlman's version of the recording, and he did not use vibrato at all. Dealing with any long sound is very in line with the style of the Baroque period.

Yu Wenzhou can easily hear these things. Although their composition department is not comparable to professional performers in terms of musical instrument performance, the solfeggio, ear training, score analysis, and music theory knowledge exercises they do every day are definitely performance department. There is no way to compare. What they need to do is not only to be familiar with each piece of music, but also to conduct more technical analysis on them besides performance skills, how to deal with them, and what will be brought about by different ways of dealing with them. Different performance effects, etc., etc., they are extremely proficient in these.

The performance in the room was still going on, but it was no longer the melody that Yu Wenzhou was familiar with. He stood outside the door and listened carefully. Cai, no wonder I didn't hear it at first.

The cadenza is really the best opportunity for every violin soloist to express himself and show off his skills. This form originally exists to show the skills of the soloist. It makes all the gorgeous skills and complex chord combinations become Take it for granted. Of course, composing a high-level cadenza is not an easy task. While requiring skill, attention should also be paid to matching the melody of the original song. There are also other points for attention in composition that cannot be ignored.

If you really use a Huacai song that requires a formal performance standard to ask the one who is playing now, you will definitely find a lot of problems, but if you listen to it as an impromptu performance in the rain, the effect is really amazing.

The brilliance was not long, and it ended after a while, and the sound of the piano inside stopped there, and did not continue to play. Yu Wenzhou stood at the door and thought it was a bit funny. Is his behavior considered to be eavesdropping?Not really, he stood upright with the door, but the lights in this room were not turned on, and the door was closed tightly, so he was too embarrassed to knock on the door when someone was playing, so he just stood outside the door and listened to the whole performance , It's just that now that the performance is over, he's already enjoyed it, so he's going to knock on the door to see who's inside?Or did you just go back straight away?

But he is not such a entangled person, he has some guesses and curiosity that need to be confirmed, so he thought about it for a while, and made sure that the people inside would indeed not start playing again, then raised his hand and knocked on the door.

The three beats with moderate intensity, the rhythm is controlled like a perfect triplet.

"Oops, could it be that you came to urge me to return the key? It's over, I'm so excited, I forgot the time, what can I do? It's been a few hours since the afternoon, and it's been so much. Is it really playful? No, I'm practicing calmness. Clean it! And I seem to be holding Zheng Xuan’s violin card today, so it doesn’t matter..." After Huang Shaotian finished the performance, he didn’t immediately turn on the light to pack his things, because he was recalling the performance just now. The problem, secondly, was that the room was too dark, and he couldn’t see where it was for a while, but he was startled when he heard the knock on the door, and he muttered a few words to himself before saying loudly: “The door is unlocked, please come in.” .”

When Yu Wenzhou opened the door, the room was completely dark except for the faint light coming in from the window, which was mostly blocked by the person standing by the window. real.

But just the figure in the shadow, and Yu Wenzhou's deduction about this performance just now, are enough to confirm his guess.

It was Huang Shaotian, the person he was going to work with.

As the door opened, the lights in the corridor poured in. The person who opened the door stood at the door, with the bright white lights in the corridor behind him. Huang Shaotian squinted his eyes and looked, it seemed that he was not the teacher in the management room on the first floor, so he put down the door. In his heart, although he didn't see clearly what the person who came looked like, as long as he didn't come to urge him to return the key, it would be fine.

"That classmate... ah, no matter if it's a classmate or not, can I trouble you to turn on the light? The switch is on the wall to your right, thank you. I didn't turn on the light just now and now I can't see clearly..." Huang Shaotian hadn't finished speaking yet. The light in the room was turned on, and the light came down all of a sudden. It was too bright and he couldn't bear it, so he raised his arm holding the bow and rubbed his eyes.

When he put down his hand and saw the person at the door, he was really surprised. Isn't this the student from the composition department who was going to cooperate with him?The name is pretty nice, it sounds like it’s very elegant, and it looks like it’s very tall, oh no, it seems to be called Wenzhou, Yu Wenzhou.When it's over, did he hear that brilliance just now?It's just... Oh my god, I'm going to lose my face from the violin department to the composition department. My three-legged cat's composition level has been overheard by professionals. It's shameful, shameful!Huang Shaotian's heart was turbulent, but his face was still calm. Yu Wenzhou smiled at him, and Huang Shaotian smiled back at him. He was about to walk over to talk to him, but when he looked down, he saw a lot of water on the ground by the window. It just opened the window and floated in.

He doesn't seem to have any cleaning tools in this house, and the mop is usually placed behind the door, but he didn't see it when he came here today, but he still has to pack it up quickly, otherwise the teacher will see it later, so it won't be a time-deduction Things that can be solved, when the time comes, his name Huang Shaotian will float in the form of scarlet letters on the large LED screen outside the piano room building, continuously reporting criticisms, until there is a more heroic classmate who commits a more heinous mistake than him. .

Huang Shaotian doesn't want to be famous in this form. Although it seems very wrong to say this now and it may be embarrassing, but compared to being heard by the students of the composition department to hear his random nonsense works, there is nothing more embarrassing. Yes, under such self-comfort, he said the second sentence to Yu Wenzhou tonight, he asked: "Um... Yu Wenzhou, can you do me another favor? The piano room you were assigned has a mop Can you borrow it from me?"

When Yu Wenzhou, who was originally smiling warmly, heard his words, the original smile on his face seemed a little unstoppable. The two of them looked at each other, and then laughed together.

"Wait a minute, I'll get it for you."