Han Lan must have understood the basic music theory, and even his composing skills and experiences were scattered in his memory in this life, otherwise he would not be able to copy out the songs in his memory in his previous life.

Yes, copying songs requires some strength to copy.

It’s like finding someone on the street, and you ask him to write down his favorite song score. Most people can’t do it, and many people can even hum it out of tune if they hum.

So this time Han Lan came to the Shanghai Conservatory of Music to study, and the more important thing was to learn some composition theory and some composition skills experience, and to re-examine the messy knowledge in her mind.

Professor Tang can teach him all these things, but Professor Tang is a little unable to hold on now. He only talks to him about some practical skills and personal experience in composing, and then helps him answer questions and solve problems. If Professor Tang's energy allows, he may teach him something else.

As for theoretical things, you can teach him any teacher in the college.

Professor Tang had a very good first impression of Han Lan. He was kind and kind, knowledgeable and kind, unlike Tan Lun who gave him the first impression of being a fool who was full of nonsense. However, Professor Tang's physical fitness was indeed not as good as Tan Lun. Although Tan Lun was old, he could still fight with a strong guy now. If he had been with Professor Tang, he would probably not be able to run two steps.

Of course, Professor Tang is also older than Tan Lun, and is about ten or twenty years older than him.

Han Lan gave Tang Shian a very good first impression. She looked silly, but at first glance she was a boy who was very well-behaved, polite and decent. The most important thing was that when she saw him, she felt inexplicably close to him. She looked like her own grandson, and became happier the more she looked at him.

Tang Shian would never have thought that the real devil was more likable than the angels before revealing his fangs and claws.

"Xiao Han, do you recognize this song?" Tang Shian didn't rush to teach him anything. After taking him to his piano room, he first played a short paragraph and asked him.

Han Lan felt it was a bit familiar, but because it was just a short paragraph, I didn't remember where I heard it. I could only shake my head.

Tang Shian said nothing and continued to play for a while with a smile.

While listening, Han Lan thought about it carefully and finally remembered where she had heard this song.

In Han Yiping's room!

Last year when he was going to Africa to film "Blade Rescue 2", he consulted Han Yiping, but Han Yiping disagreed with him at first, and locked himself in the room to drink and recited his deceased wife. At that time, Han Yiping played the song in the room.

This is a song by Han Lan's mother He Xiaolan.

But at that time, Han Lan listened to the CD version, and Tang Shian now listened to him the piano solo version.

"Recognize it?" Tang Shian seemed to notice the change in his eyes, and stopped and asked him with a smile.

Han Lan nodded: "Is it the song my mother wrote before?"

"Well. She found me back then and said that she felt that her creation had encountered a bottleneck. She felt that there had been a long time since a melody that could make her happy and excited. Without the inspiration for creation, she didn't know what she should write. It was as if the source of inspiration had dried up."

Han Lan sat upright curiously and listened quietly to him telling his mother about that year.

"At that time, she was already famous as an Asian queen. Can you imagine that a queen admitted that her creative inspiration was exhausted?" Tang Shian smiled and shook her head, "A creative singer suddenly couldn't write a song. This was quite fatal to her career. I can see that she was very anxious."

"Then I asked her, do you regard music creation as a profession?" Tang Shi'an kept it a secret and looked at Han Lan with a smile.

"What did she say?"

"She hesitated for a long time and thought it was like this."

"Then I told her that if she just wants to create what she wants, she should not regard creation as a profession. But if she treats music creation as a profession, she cannot always rely on the inspiration that flashes like sparks."

"The so-called inspiration is actually a manifestation of human emotions. Some people can have inspiration when they are in a particularly good mood and write particularly good works; some people can have inspiration when they are in a particularly low mood and write excellent works that have passed down from generation to generation.

But as long as you are a person, you will have emotional ups and downs. It is impossible to always stay at a point where the mood is particularly high or the mood is particularly low. Most of the time it is between them, which is the so-called plainness, or only a little ups and downs.

And she has now reached the position of Asian pop music queen, and it is difficult to reach a higher position in a short period of time, so it is difficult to have anything that can make her feel particularly excited and excited, and let her emotions rise and flash through sparks of inspiration; her career has also stabilized, and it is unlikely that there will be a significant decline, which will cause her emotions to enter the trough to trigger inspiration for creation. Or, not only her career, but her love and her life are the same."

"So, what she needs is stimulation?" Han Lan asked.

After hearing Han Lan's words, Tang Shian couldn't help laughing and nodded: "That's what she asked me, the reaction of you mother and son is too interesting. Isn't An An absent and ordinary life good? In order to find inspiration, look for excitement for yourself?"

Han Lan smiled awkwardly.

Tang Shian continued: "I told her that professional creation is like a marathon. If you want to run a long-distance schedule, you can't be confused or just rely on bursts and sprints from time to time.

If you only rely on the inspiration generated by the ups and downs of emotions to create, it is normal that you cannot maintain a good creative state for a long time."

"A true composer seizes inspiration when he has inspiration, and when he has no inspiration, he will look at the usual scenery around him. He writes with intuition and experience. Perhaps after writing, he will have some new ideas."

"No songs written in his life can become classics unless he only writes a few songs in his life. Sometimes, being plain is also a kind of creation. Your mother had too high requirements for herself at that time, and she wanted to seize the inspiration and write another classic."

Tang Shian smiled and shook his head: "Xiao Han, I think you are having a similar problem when you come to me, right?"

Han Lan nodded slightly, and could also say that.

But his problem is much worse than the fucking problem.

Her mother's problem is that she can't put in the big move.

And his problem is that he doesn't even know how to use ordinary tricks.
Chapter completed!