Unrestrained, and even according to the words of the previous life, there is also some emotion and magic...

He took the paper with the "Leander" genre material written on it, glanced at the several lines of simplified music on it, thanked him and put it away.

"Mr. Pianist, when will you come to give us lessons again?" When the meeting was over, a little girl ran to Fan Ning and called her father, "Dad, you should pay more to the piano."

Mr. Home."

"I am willing, but what is more important is your time." Gentleman William laughed, then personally sent Fan Ning out and invited him to come over for tea tomorrow morning.

Late at night, Fan Ning stepped into the door of the hotel, and his eyes fell on the woodcut "Hunter's Funeral" again.

"It looks heavy, but is actually lively and interesting. This ironic mood is indeed very consistent with my idea of ​​the funeral march in the third movement."

"How about making a bold attempt and using the theme of the children's song 'Brothers Jacques' that I just heard as the theme of the 'breathing motive' that the timpani repeatedly beats, make a minor version of the deformation, and then use imitation techniques to make sounds between the various instruments.

Superimpose them all, and use the timbre and character of each instrument to simulate the various small animals that bury hunters in the forest, so that they are piled up into a huge canon structure..."

"In this way, the combination of low-level children's songs and the high-level polyphonic technique of canon formed the first stage of my irony... In the subsequent inserts, I combined the vulgar minor tunes of Ufranser with symphonic orchestration

Fusion to achieve the second ironic effect..."

Seeing Fan Ning staring blankly at the front desk, the male owner of the hotel, Schwint, asked in surprise: "Sir, it's very late. Do you want to go up and rest first? I want them to prepare hot water for you."

"no thank you."

Fan Ning woke up from a dream, quickly opened his notebook, and began to record his inspiration. Then he rushed back to the "composer cabin" by the lake that night without taking any rest. It was another sleepless night.

Time passed day by day. In this state of frantically absorbing nutrients and devoting himself to creation, Fan Ning finished writing the third movement, and then integrated various dance music materials into his own ideas to complete the second movement. Finally, he wrote the second movement based on

These creative elements fine-tune and supplement some of the development and transitional passages of Professor Anton’s final movement, making the overall logic more rigorous.

Thus, Fanning completed the "First Symphony" in his life in the "composer's cabin" on the shores of Lake Metraun.

One morning in early April, the breeze blew across the lake, the trees sprouted new buds, and the fields outside the village were boundless green waves.

As usual, several country musicians came to the lakeside with pens and paper, preparing to listen to Fan Ning's piano practice in the morning. However, they did not hear any sound when they approached the "composer cabin". When they got closer, they found that the doors and windows were closed and empty.

one person.

"Mr. Composer has left? It has only been a month..." Several people stood by the lake in despair for a long time, and then reluctantly retreated. On the road, they saw several residents walking in the opposite direction, as if they wanted to go to the lake, and then looked at

We saw two little girls carrying fruit baskets and wearing white dresses.

"Mr. Pianist left?"

"Go back, everyone," said the piano teacher of the squire's daughter. "The composer has completed his creation and has returned to the big city. His symphony must be performed there soon."

"The lessons he gave us several times were only one hour in total... Will he come back?"

"Can we hear it?"

The two little girls asked different questions.

"...I believe it will be." Another country musician looked at the short figure in the "Composer's Cabin" and didn't know which question he was answering. "We didn't have the chance to premiere, and we don't know the name of the composer yet, but it won't take long.

, his symphony will probably be heard in concert halls in various cities, and we always have a chance."

On the afternoon of April 6, the temperature was not cold, but there was still a steady drizzle in the leaden clouds in Ufranser.

"Woo——!"

The whistle of the steam train arriving at the station sounded.

Fan Ning carried his travel bag and followed the dense flow of people out of the platform. From a distance, he saw a plastic sign with a woodpecker pattern floating above the crowd.
Chapter completed!