musicians of old

Chapter 379 The Second Movement The Flowers of the Field Tell Me (2): Laurel Wreath ([-] in [-])

"Teacher, those two carriages are only for the archbishop or the queen who is crowned by him! When I think that these two people have come to look for you, I feel like I am dreaming..."

Ann's hair was blown by the hot wind, covering half of her cheek.

Although the status and strength of Master Luckert are not inferior to them, after all, the head of the church and the head of the royal family have more characteristics of "public figures".

"The people behind the hillside?" Luna looked at, and couldn't help asking curiously, "Do they have so many subordinates?"

The colorful clothes are swaying and fluttering with the sea of ​​flowers in the wind.

"Some of their subordinates are part of them, and the rest should be citizens of Tia City who have seen visions." An said, "Most people like to join in the fun, and I can imagine when they find a pink whirlwind blowing around them." There must be a particularly large number of citizens besieging the main entrance steps of the concert hall, and then followed the church and the royal family's carriage all the way here."

"If it were me, I would also like to see the majesty of the annual poet laureate for the first time. Of course, I am earlier than the 'first time', and I am by the teacher's side."

"Luna, I want to thank you for inviting Teacher to join us on our caravan journey."

"Actually, I want to thank the pelican. I'm here to see the pelican." Thinking of the 50 pounds gift money I proposed, and thinking that the gold coins I keep are not worth only a few hundred pounds, the little girl's pale cheeks felt a little hot, " ...So, will Master Luckert come here today on this occasion?" She asked another question and continued to look forward, "Hey, I seem to see Mr. Walter."

"I think Master Luckert must have sneered at joining in this kind of excitement." Recalling the feeling of singing love poems in the qualifying competition that day, Ann couldn't help smiling.

In fact, Lückert always emphasizes that his appointments are next to Walter's. If he knew that today's event was related to Scheler, he would definitely come back with great interest, but... the new moon poet really doesn't know for the time being. .

To him, the birth of the poet laureate just represents a feat of "forging a lion". With his temperament, there is really no need to join in the excitement of this kind of "song of awakening" that occurs every year.

"Teacher, why don't you express your feelings?" Luna realized that she had been talking to her sister all the time, and she finally turned to look at her teacher.

Fanning also looked at the crowds in the distance, but in fact, since he stopped writing the theme halfway through the second movement and asked Miss Nightingale to continue telling himself about "Apollo and Macias", he never stopped. Speak up.

After the real midsummer came, he had been thinking about what the flowers of the fox lily field told him, about the music, about the origin, about the adjacent details that quietly revealed from the knotted and mixed things.

"Why are they so enthusiastic, so fragile, and able to regenerate so quickly?" Fan Ning looked far away at the sea of ​​flowers with a wide view ahead.

In these similar scenarios, things that seem to be within reach often take much longer than expected to approach.An also felt the same way, every time she felt that these carriages and crowds would reach her feet as long as they "moved" the distance in front of them, but in fact they just moved from a stretch of hillside to another area that was slightly lower and closer. sea ​​of ​​flowers.

But Fanning is not referring to "them", but "them".

Those fox lilies that have been run over by wheels or trampled by pedestrians will immediately wither and decay, and then turn into red dust in the air like snow melting.

Barren wounds appeared in the sea of ​​flowers.

But in the area further back on the track, the area where it has been trampled for a longer time, the yellow-brown soil sprouted new green again, and fiery red dots appeared.

"Fox lily is a very fragile flower, that's right." Luna nodded slightly, and leaned over to lift the corner of the tablecloth that was holding down the flowers. It will kill them, and in the rainy season when it is not suitable to go out, there will be more barrenness in this wilderness, but they are always reborn quickly."

"Will the new bloom be the same one that withered?" asked Fanning.

"Of course it's no longer... right?" The little girl felt that this was an obvious question, but the teacher asked the question deliberately, and the tone of her answer came with a hint of uncertainty at the end.

Born in a merchant family of high class and well-educated, she undoubtedly has a good level of thinking and expression skills: "Maybe, it depends on the perspective of this process? For us who enjoy the scenery, the wilderness The sea of ​​flowers will last forever, and all withered questions will be answered with new life. The fox lily field is full of enthusiasm today. If a storm sweeps here tomorrow, it will only need to wait for the sunrise the day after tomorrow, and it will also be enthusiastic. Like fire."

"What if it's not our perspective?"

"It's not like we went to see it? Then maybe, every withered flower will no longer be able to wake up, and they will disappear with their own unique characteristics, completely disappearing, which seems tragic." Luna imagined She thought for a while, but she shook her head puzzled, "However, according to your teaching on the hidden knowledge of the basics of mysticism, only a more independent spirit can enter the dream, and finally realize the separation of spirit and soul, and be able to see the true color under the surface …No one would think that flowers can enter dreams, so if we follow the inference, they should not have a soul, and dying should not have a special tragedy for them.”

After pondering for a moment, Fan Ning said, "Throwing aside the perceptual embellishments endowed by writers or moralists, from the perspective of nature alone, human beings are higher existences than plants. Is this wrong?"

"...It should be right." Luna hesitated for a moment and nodded.

"So, the 'death' and 'resurrection' of high-level beings are tragic, but the 'withering' and 'rebirth' of low-level beings are not?" Fan Ning looked at the crowd close to him, and once again landed on those barren The wound of the sea of ​​flowers.

"... Judging from the conclusion, this seems a little too self-righteous." The little girl grabbed her silver hair at the temples.

"It's a bit self-righteous." Fanning smiled, "But I'm more interested in talking about this with you than talking about 'Wake Up Song'."

A thoughtful look flashed in Ann's eyes, and she saw the teacher pick up her music book again.

In fact, Fan Ning suddenly felt that sometimes people's beliefs or emotions fluctuate with the situation. It doesn't mean that after crossing a certain doubt or conclusion, they will never be troubled by it again in their life.

It's not that after shouting "whatever lives must perish, and what perishes must be resurrected", you will no longer be troubled by the proposition of death.

Just as many people are sincere in their enthusiasm for someone or something at one stage of their life, but they are also sincere when they no longer have that kind of emotion for someone or something at another stage of their life.

Love is a question.

"All flesh is like grass. The grass withers and the flowers fall."

The pen in his hand began to rub against the paper slightly.

Starting from the 18th bar that was just broken, the second half of the theme suddenly shifts from A major to F-sharp minor. It used to be soft flowers dancing happily under the summer wind, but here, the music suddenly moves without any warning. Transformed into a sad scene of withering.

Fanning thinks this is amazing, not because of any technical reasons, but because he has never written "double themes" like this, and has never shown two completely different emotions within one theme.

"Actually, flowers are in an advanced form here." Ann, who had been silently humming the melody written by Fanning, said.

"Huh?" Fanning looked at the singing Miss Nightingale.

"Here, it is 'with'." Ann's eyes were clear and bright, "The teacher's first movement "Awakening Poem" is 'nothing', the beginning and germ of chaos, where the opposition is rough and sharp, and here is also Still there, but, but, they are written into two sides of the same theme, and they begin the first tentative fusion."

"This shows that the birth of "something" has overcome the blankness of "nothing", and it has completed its first rise."

Fan Ning looked at his student in surprise. At that moment, he felt brilliant fireworks bursting out from the other party's spirituality.

The secrets in the words she expounded actually awakened a small part of her metaphorical thinking about the climbing path, and expressed some words that she didn't quite understand.

The birth of "something" overcomes the blankness of "nothing"...

People with artistic talent will surely not be dull in understanding mystery.

She only needs one steady dream, and she can meet her "light of first acquaintance", and, such a qualitative leap, I am afraid that the starting point is not low.

My sister's interpretation of the teacher's works is amazing... Luna murmured in her heart.

"Then, now I understand why the teacher is so calm about the realization of the 'Song of Awakening'." An, who noticed her own spiritual changes, once again saluted Fan Ning happily to express her gratitude and admiration.

"These people want to see the Poet Laureate so enthusiastically, but they don't know that the teacher is just assigning an after-school exercise to Brother Walter. The teacher has no intention of winning the laureate by himself, because there is no need to prove one of his own strengths. What has been achieved, he is only planning to produce a conductor student of 'great' level..."

"That is a majestic and majestic tower like a crescent moon. "The Poetry of Awakening" is just the cornerstone of the tower. It is certainly dazzling, but since the cornerstone is complete, why don't you look up to a higher place?"

When Fan Ning heard this, he raised his head slightly while writing with a pen:

"You understand quite well, then you can tell them."

"Ah, up to me?" Ann's tone hesitated, "They are big public figures, representing you, I'm not very comfortable with some etiquette."

"Aren't you the most confident Miss Nightingale? In the qualifying competition, the public figures you met should not be small."

"However, what matters today is your temperament and style, teacher. I am very free-wheeling myself."

"This is my temperament." Fan Ning's words made An startled, and then nodded quickly.

She squatted down and tightened the canvas shoelaces, and then walked briskly to the edge of the hillside, looking at the group of people who had walked most of the way.

"Scheler! Scheler!" "Bruno Walter!" "Happy summer!"

In the lowest valley recently, the cheers and admiration of the citizens of Tia City were endless. Archbishop Fields had stepped off the carriage and signaled for other carriages to stop.

"Your Excellency Calestini, it is said that this Mr. Scheler has a somewhat indifferent temperament?" He kept walking behind his hands, and looked at the lively girl in a pure white T-shirt and shorts on the top of the slope. .

"Yes." Bishop Carlestini, who had already been shattered beside him, didn't know where to start to explain. He also looked at his side and had an idea in his mind, "By the way, conductor Walter may be more important as a student. If we have the right to speak, we might as well listen to his suggestions."

When Walter thought of the fact that the teacher generously gave music and wrote "Awakening Poem" as soon as he accepted himself as a student, gratitude and admiration arose in his heart:

"I think the teacher is approachable and friendly, and pays special attention to the feelings of others in his speech and behavior." He answered honestly.

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The corners of the mouths of all the people who had experienced the "queuing" incident in the tavern before twitched.

At this moment, the girl's voice, as clean as that washed by clear water, came from the hillside:

"The teacher said, congratulations to Mr. Walter for winning the crown."

"This?" Fields exchanged glances with Eleanor, then raised his head and said with a gentle smile, "You are Miss Nightingale, another gifted student of Mr. Scheler, please pass on my comments on "The Awakening Poem" Homage to such a marvelous symphonic poem, but what you just said"

"According to the practice of our United Kingdom, it is good for the main performer to win the laurels for the interpretation of classic works to achieve awakening, but for the premiere of new works, the priority is still the composer. Of course, this does not prevent the public from thinking the same of Mr. Walter. Achievement has reached 'Great'."

"Congratulations to Mr. Walter for winning the crown." Ann on the hillside repeated with a smile, "The Archbishop and Your Excellency the Queen, and all of you, you should be able to imagine that the teacher's original intention was not to trouble everyone."

"If his goal is to win this year's laurels by himself, he will definitely go to watch Mr. Walter's rehearsal today, so that after the 'Awakening Song' is completed, all the processes will continue in the Festival Hall. Since he didn't go, the purpose must be Didn't it mean that everyone took a long way out of the city to look for him in Fox Lily Field, right?"

Seems to make some sense?The leading group of people were all stunned.

"This has caused you troubles about identification." Ann sat on the ground again on the edge of the slope, "However, you have all come, and it feels wonderful to let Mr. Walter wear the laurel wreath in the Fox Lily Field. The midsummer atmosphere here Absolutely endearing, and the teachers were delighted with the news that their students had overachieved their homework."

...to complete the homework assignments.Everyone felt their hearts twitch violently again.

Awakening was achieved before the rehearsal introductory section was over. This kind of feat that has been recorded in history is in his place, that is, the students completed the after-school exercises?

But does it feel good?They looked at each other again.

The composer himself has no opinion, so who else has an opinion.

The level of the permanent conductor has reached that level, and the identity of Scheler's student is justifiable.

"Then let's congratulate Mr. Conductor first." He Meng made a decision, and signaled the staff to prepare for the ceremony of awarding the laurels.

In fact, the fact that Walter won the laurel crown is a bit embarrassing from the perspective of the discussion group. After all, he just brushed it up three days ago, due to some "leading" reasons.

But why say "slightly"?
Because of examining this kind of thing, only by deciding to nominate the "Boethius" artist can there be a clear action point, and not making a decision is just "no after".

In the current situation, it can also be said that the inspection team made the nomination decision after three days of deliberation.

And more importantly -

The song for Walter's awakening was written by Scheler, and it has nothing to do with Fanning.

"Now I declare—" Archbishop Fields spoke loudly, and the wording of the title has quietly changed, "The winner of the Poet Laureate of the Year in 914 in the new calendar is: Bruno Walter, the great travel conductor from the Western Continent!"

"Okay!" "Praise Midsummer!" "Wow--"

Congratulations, applause, and handshakes all around were endless for a while, and the onlookers who were further away began to squeeze forward.

"Wait, what happened?"

"Didn't I come to bring them to meet the teacher?"

Walter, the second person involved, watched a large group of people start to unload their objects and set up the reception desk, and suddenly felt that his dream had gone too deep.

As a conductor who has been wandering between the first and second tiers for many years, I have been thinking about it for a long time to finally achieve greatness...

But didn't they just let them experience the feeling of awakening? Why did they unanimously decide to make themselves the poet laureate?

(End of this chapter)