In the opera Jiang Sister, the composer utilizes diverse and rich musical means to portray the image of Jiang Sister vividly and meticulously. In "Red Plum Praise", the compositional method adopted by the author is interval big jump and one word polyphony, which can make Jiang Sister's sublime temperament and beautiful, lyrical character show up in the best way. The song "Praise to the Red Plum" alludes to the heroic image of Sister Jiang by using the proudly blossoming red plum, and uses the temperament of the red plum and the character of perseverance to express the broad-mindedness of a female *** member, her attitude of being at home in death and her firm confidence in the founding of new China. The tone of this beautiful, lyrical theme song is very similar to that of a Kunqu opera, with some characteristics of the tunes of Sichuan folk songs.
The Red Plum Song is a ballad in seven tones, written in a single two-part form, with a square and symmetrical structure. It uses the chaste character of the plum blossom, which blossoms proudly in spite of the cold and snow, to compare with Jiang's strong and unyielding revolutionary spirit, and to portray the noble revolutionary image of Jiang. The whole song uses a lot of octave and seventh degree intervals in the compositional technique, which makes the song more magnificent. In the melody of the song, Sichuan folk song tunes and Sichuan yangqin and other opera music materials are used, and the two are perfectly combined together, making the song catchy to sing. In the lyrics, the red plum is used to symbolize our comrades. The environment in which the red plum grows is very dangerous, and it symbolizes the difficulty and difficulty of our revolution. At that time, during the Anti-Japanese War and the beginning of the Liberation War, the Southern Bureau of the *** Central Committee and the office of the Eighth Route Army were located in Chongqing, which was in the heart of the enemy. The red plum grows in the most dangerous place, which symbolizes that our comrades, like the red plum, also work in the most dangerous place to struggle with the enemy. The red plum blooms in the most dangerous place, but at the same time it also symbolizes the place where the great revolutionary spirit of the Party is united. It is because of growing in a special environment that makes the red plum has the quality of perseverance, not afraid of difficulties and dangers, snow and frost.
Even the "cold" and "thousands of miles of frost" of the harsh environment, the red plum will not be afraid, but also suggests that our party comrades are not afraid of the environment of hardship, and the enemy in the front line of the struggle, has long put their own life and death at risk for the sake of the victory of the revolution willing to give their lives. For the victory of the revolution, they willingly gave their lives to the great spirit. Red Plum Praise" is very singable, and according to the development of the plot of the opera "Sister Jiang" throughout the music of the opera, forming its own unique musical style, and becoming a classic work that never fails to be sung. This song appeared four times in the whole opera, and every time it appeared, it was appropriate to change according to the development of the plot and the need of the characterization, not to be restricted to simple and general melodic repetitions, which can be regarded as a model for the creation of the theme song of the opera. The first time the melody of "Praise to the Red Plum" appeared was in the first scene when Jiang was going to the north of Sichuan, sung together with Sun Mingxia at the Chaotianmen dock; the second time it was sung by the male backing singers in the second scene, when Jiang was painfully remembering her husband, Lao Peng; the third time it appeared was in the seventh scene when Jiang was in the execution ground before her inauguration, and the theme of the "Praise to the Red Plum" appeared in the solo of the erhu; and the fourth time it was at the end of the play, when Jiang prepared for the inauguration, standing upright, smiling, with the head held high, with the face smiling, with the face smiling, with the eyes smiling. The fourth time is at the end of the play, when Sister Jiang is preparing to be executed with her head held high, her face smiling, looking at death with a yearning for the founding of new China in her eyes, when the chorus of the chorus once again brings out the theme of "Praise of the Red Plum". Every appearance of the tune of "Praise to the Red Plum" is carefully designed by the composer according to the development of the plot, and it will be aptly sung in different forms to show how Sister Jiang's inner feelings and psychological activities were at that time. Therefore, "Red Plum Praise" is the centralized embodiment of the whole drama from the thematic idea and the music theme style.
2. Plum praise (composition)Throughout history, poets have always loved to praise the nanmu of the show item, the poplar's uprightness, the strength of the pine and cypress. The poet who is biased, yo! Why don't you sing a few more hymns of praise for the plum tree that earns the spring snow? When the school opened, it was already the end of February, the school of plum trees have been budding, they are like two door goddesses like a fairy guarding the back garden of the school. From a distance, the main trunk of the plum tree stretches upward, and there is no Sae's shiba trunk. Thus, although it is not very tall, the plum tree gives people a feeling of tall and big. At the top of the tree, the branches of the tree are intertwined like a thousand-armed goddess of mercy. Although many, but does not appear to be cluttered, although dense, but does not appear to be disorganized. In March, the original stupid little tender green flower bones, has bloomed out, very beautiful. Plum blossoms do not have the fragrance of jasmine, peony's nobility, not the freshness of the lotus, but it has only a light charming fragrance. Plum blossoms are small, but there are many of them. When the wind blows, the branches of the plum tree flutter with the wind, and the beautiful petals fall to the ground like fairy flowers, and if you are strolling under the tree at this time, you will feel like a fairyland. In the middle of March, red leaves grow under the white flowers, and when you look at them, it's really a beautiful picture of "a little bit of red in the middle of ten thousand whites". The reddish-brown leaves are just spreading out, like a newly-born child, so tender that they will fall off at the slightest touch. It is true that the richness of peony and the beauty of azalea cannot be compared with plum. However, its flowering heralded the arrival of spring, it earns the character of spring is other flowers never hair than! Leaves do not bloom, bloom does not see the leaves.
Flowers bloom before the hundred flowers, fragrant and proud of the wind and snow. Students, the above is a riddle, what is the answer? You guess.
Is the snowflake drifting, is the alabaster makeup point slant dry, is the dewdrop inlaid stamen. No, the snowflakes do not have your handsome demeanor, alabaster does not have your noble character, dewdrops are even less elegant than your temperament.
Ah! You are the plum blossom in the cold wind. The cold winds bring silver-white snowflakes to earth in the cold winter.
At this time, all the flowers withered, in this cold season, only "cold three friends" one of the plum blossom alone. Cold plum, whether it is the wind and rain, or snow, you are always standing, you have not been that bitter cold wind down, but still standing in the snow and wind, leading the ***, your elegant charm, horizontal slanting branches, the holy flower color, sparse posture are singing you smile frost and snow quality, you do not go to fight for beauty, just silently fight with the harsh winter.
I love the plum blossom, but also praise the plum blossom. I love its "cold alone" posture, praise it quietly for the people to dedicate fragrance, do not seek fame and fortune character.
Spring Festival, our family plum blossoms, my son was happy to tell me: "Dad, look at our family plum blossoms, how nice ah, really beautiful. You see."
I told my son, "Yes, the plum blossoms are blooming and spring is here. Son, can you write a composition about plum blossoms? My son was happy to oblige.
Yesterday, my son took the essay to me to see, I feel that my son wrote a really good, the shape of the plum flower, the beauty, the fragrance of the writing of the perfect. I am y gratified that I also wrote a letter to the hand.
Counted as a dedication to the Spring Festival after the meet gift it. The first thing I want to say is that I'm not going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
The flowers are similar year after year, and the people are different year after year. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
Another year has passed, and a year older ...... nicknamed the rain, silky, sweet and lingering. Listen to the sound of the rain, the mind to feel the rain and soil kissing breath, moist through an ancient dream.
The natural color of life, green into the shade of the lover's fragrance, long flowing fragrance. Rustling rain, drifting down gently, lingering words of love, drifting down beautiful memories.
Taste the spring, quietly savor the grass of the earth, feel unspeakable comfort.
We are looking forward to the summer and the autumn. The years of passionate feelings of accumulation of immersed in a long time of spring and summer dream.
The dreamy rain, the oasis of life with ***. The pursuit of the tenderness and beauty that you do not need to be modified.
When the spring breeze gifted you with infinite tenderness, when the spring water moisturized your pure heart, you are frank, you are cool and clean, you are gentle, you are sentimental, your playful face, everything about you is the most beautiful in my heart.
A spring rain, a dream. Softly sprinkled rain, is the early summer moist notes, is full of love heart flower.
Motivated by the dance, comfortable smile, hot sincerity and eternal romantic tenderness. The rain moisturizes the wild elves, compiling the season's pursuit and dashing. Your footsteps are light, stepping on the melting spring, and enjoy the spring flowers to pick. Pieces of green shade, the aroma overflowing, with the addition of your search for the spring of the interest of a few. The spring wind and rain, the body in the flowers, the heart swings full of spring.
Dusty memories, still beautiful and fresh. The infinite joy of the sentiment, sublimation shade of the night leaf green, flowing endless far away.
The makeup is graceful and gradually into the condensation of the fragrance, watery tenderness sublimation of elegance, trickling Bixi long and smooth. Let fly the wings of reverie, to meet the summer heat, the heart sing a welcome summer love song.
Let the emotion of picking up more add wisdom, let the hot love song more pure and sincere, let life more romantic, reduce some worries and bitterness.
Drunk, full of fiery love. Embracing each other strolling in the quiet streets, side by side singing, steps messy, sweet love, love words.
The sound of each other's hearts beating, ensemble of crisp and clear notes. The heart is like a dream, the words like silk, comforting the two mingled hearts.
The holy love, for you to pour a cavity of red heat. The warmth of the rain, wisps of drops, greedy sucking.
The shadow of the heart, beautiful and clear, the sentiment rolls on. Life with you to add infinite interest, giving me the physiological enlightenment.
Such as my fluttering thoughts ----- no regrets. The smile with tears, turned into all kinds of tenderness, twisted into a fine rain, light Man long.
Unable to resist the caressing lingering affection, wild kisses boiled a cavity of blood, drunken jade liquid agar. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Unlimited *** entanglement, fantasy rhyme long; increasingly full for the beautiful figure, dance overflow into a temptation. The heart is not lonely, fell in your gentle arms, enjoy a moment of comfort and warmth.
Experiencing more than a few storms, more than a few rounds. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes.
The red plum blossomed, each put on the splendor, head high and furious flowers, fragrance floating outside the clouds, woke up a hundred flowers all open, singing to celebrate the new spring.
These nine poems of plum blossoms, each read with a lonely and proud, but no bleak depression, pity plums, but not the characteristics of heartbreak. The poets of all dynasties have many works of plum blossom, compared to the Gaoqi write plum unique soul, there is really not bad.
One of the qiongzhi only in the Yaotai, who planted everywhere to Jiangnan? The snow is full of mountain high priest lying, moonlight under the forest beauty to come. The cold is based on the shadow of the Xiao Xiao bamboo, spring cover the residual fragrance of indifferent moss.
Since then, there has been no good singing, and the east wind has been silent for several times. The second one is that the white arm is half a fairy, and the water and bamboo have a deep relationship.
It will be sparse and still dense through the rain, like dark and still bright far in the smoke. The pine trees of the mountain house in thin and close, and the apricot blossoms in front of the tender and cold river store.
If the Qin people had understood the seed at that time, they would not have led the fisherman into the cave.
4. What is the original text of the ancient poem "Red Plum Praise""Red Plum Praise"
Red Plum blooms on the red rock, thousands of miles of frost feet,
The cold is nothing to be afraid of, a piece of the heart of the Dan to the sun to open.
The red plum blossomed, and each one of them showed its splendor, and the head of the flower blossomed ten thousand times, and the fragrance drifted to the clouds and the sky,
Waking up the hundred flowers to open up, and celebrating the new spring in a high song.
Gao Qi is a famous poet in the late Yuan and early Ming dynasties, one of the "Wuzhong Four Masters", and his "Nine Songs on Plum Blossoms" was described as "elegant and elegant, and the sentences are forged and the words are refined".
The nine poems of plum blossoms, each read with a lonely and proud, but no bleak depression, pity for plums but not the characteristics of heartbreak. There are many poets who have been singing about plums throughout the ages, and in comparison, Gaoqi's writing about plums has captured their souls, which is not bad at all.
One of the
The agitation is only in the Yao Tai, who is planted everywhere in Jiangnan? The snow is full of mountain high priest lying, moonlight under the forest beauty to come. The cold is based on the shadow of the bamboo, and the spring covers the fragrance of the desert moss. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the best products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do it all in one place.
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Onyx half of the meeting is immortal, the life of the water and bamboo have a deep relationship. The first is that it is not a good idea to have a good time, but it is a good idea to have a good time, and it is a good idea to have a good time. The pine trees of the thin and close mountain home, the apricot blossoms in front of the tender and cold river store. If the Qin people understand the seed at that time, not to lead the fisherman into the cave.
5. Who has a very beautiful and beautiful poem15, six groups of bamboo lyrics 1. Ling Shan Wei Ling Shan Wei, Ling Shan Wei, a few times in the dream empty meeting. I've never had the heart to put down my pen, but the paper is full of blood and tears. I've never had the heart to put down my pen, but the paper is full of blood and tears. It is said that Spirit Mountain is a thousand feet high, but it is hard to find a red rose. Ling Shan Wei, Ling Shan Wei, how much love is tied to the end of the world? I see geese flying south every day, but my heart is broken when I don't see my old friend. LingShanWei, LingShanWei, once a year a cold star falls. Last year's star was in the north, who is this year's cold star? Ling Shan Wei, Ling Shan Wei, where is the bloodline of Ling Shan? Listen to the sound of pine waves in the middle of the night, telling of yesterday's achievements and sins. 2. Crying for Zhou Qingjin, the guest of Ling Shan, the guest of Ling Shan, going to visit the moon in the sky by himself. I wanted to bring a flower with me, but I couldn't help it. I wanted to bring a flower with me, but the flowers on the mountain were all gone. I heard the sound of drumming in the sky, the sound of sadness and anger. Spirit Mountain Guest, Spirit Mountain Guest, I've given up my life and forgotten my love. I don't hear the boat going away from you, I only see the tide rising and falling. Spirit Mountain Guest, Spirit Mountain Guest, from now on the only companion is the yellow crane. The good bow and the steed in the past, no one can ride and shoot now. Spirit Mountain Guest, Spirit Mountain Guest, when will the long hatred end? Li Bo wants to scoop up the sea of the Spirit Sea, tears and flow into the long night.3. Flower Language I was originally a lotus flower girl, my heart has not told tears like rain. If you see the tears of the lotus flower, do you know how much the lotus flower suffers? I am a lotus flower girl, but my heart is in love with you. I'll sing for you tonight, but every word is a sad song. I am a lotus flower girl, dancing for you all the time. How many things have I seen on earth? We're the only ones who know each other. I am a lotus flower girl, and I dream of being a poet with you. I wish all lovers in the world will be in love one day. I am a lotus flower girl, please remember my heart. In the next year, when the lotus flowers bloom, I will bring my blessings to you.3. Kibi Li (In Memory of Yang Jingyu) The winds are strange, the rains are strange, and in the midst of the wind and rain, we talk about Kibi Li. The sound of kibli is too loud to be heard, and people leave their seats with tears in their eyes. The wind is strange, the rain is strange, and there is no strong enemy in the four seas. He is not afraid of life and death on earth, and he is open to being pushed by guns and forests. The winds are strange, the rains are strange, and you're willing to spill your blood. The sky sings an elegy for you, the earth gives you a eulogy. The wind is strange, the rain is strange, but your hatred is boundless. In the next life, I'll lead millions of soldiers to wipe out the shame of our country under the Changbai Mountain. The wind is strange, the rain is strange, China is popular because of you. The wind is strange, the rain is strange, and the state of China is popular because of you. 4. Reeds are high, reeds are long, and reeds are like snow. The reeds know the wind and the rain. The reeds are tall, the reeds are long, the reeds play hide-and-seek. The reeds are tall, the reeds are long, the reeds are long. The reeds are tall, the reeds are long, and they look at each other across the mountains and across the water. This side of the reed is my hometown, the other side of the reed is the ocean. The reeds are tall, the reeds are long, the reeds are busy knitting. Weaving into my traveling bag, to accompany me on my voyage. The reeds are tall, the reeds are long, and the reed flute sounds so melodious. A song of red plums on the mountain, and a song of joy at meeting each other on the mountain. Emei, Emei, Emei, everywhere is beautiful. Emei has four seasons, Emei has ten miles of different days. Emei, Emei, Emei, Emei, Emei, Emei, Emei, Emei, Emei, Emei, Emei, Emei. Emei is full of flavors, but why do we have to be alone in the West River? Emei Mountain, Emei Mountain, Emei has been free of smoke for thousands of years. We don't compete with the peaks, we only protect the countryside. Emei Mountain, Emei Mountain, in a world of emptiness. I've been traveling for thirty years, and I've never known the world to be so wide.