Piano Poet—Chopin
Chopin (1810-1849) was Poland’s greatest composer and pianist. Under the influence of his mother, he was very familiar with and loved Polish folk music since he was a child. He began to learn piano at the age of 6, composition at the age of 7, and performed on stage at concerts at the age of 8. At the age of 16, he entered the composition class of the Warsaw Conservatory of Music. He was already a famous pianist and composer in Warsaw before he was 20 years old.
In 1830, Chopin went to Paris, the capital of France, and had close contacts with famous musicians such as Berlioz and Liszt at the time. During this period, Chopin made amazing achievements in both piano playing and music creation. Many famous songs were written during this period. Chopin's years in Paris were also the years when his native Poland was ravaged by Tsarist Russia. Therefore, many of Chopin's works during this period reflect his nostalgia for his invaded homeland, his desire for national independence and his concern for the country and the people. Broad mind. Homesickness and hatred for the country's subjugation are often revealed in his works. When Tsarist Russia awarded him the position of "chief pianist to His Majesty the Russian Emperor", Chopin sternly refused, showing the noble personality and national integrity of a patriotic artist. In 1849, Chopin died of illness in Paris. Before his death, he asked his relatives to transport his heart back to Poland to comfort his innocent heart.
Chopin’s creations are mainly piano works, and also dabble in various dances, fantasies, ballads, scherzos, preludes, etudes, sonatas, etc. His music has a distinctive personality and unique romantic lyrical style, with passionate and majestic melodies and colorful harmonies, which add dazzling brilliance to European romantic music. He is known as the "romantic piano poet" ".
To commemorate this great patriotic musician, Poland has held an "International Chopin Piano Competition" every five years in the capital Warsaw since 1927. This is the highest level and most influential piano competition in the world. One of the games.
Chopin in November
"Nocturne"
Lyricist: Fang Wenshan Composer: Jay Chou
A group of bloodthirsty ants were carrioned Attracted, I looked at the lonely scenery with an expressionless face
After losing you, my love began to become clear without you, what else should I care about
The dove no longer symbolized peace, and I was finally reminded of the square Feeding the vultures
I use beautiful rhymes to describe love that has been plundered
Ah
The dark clouds began to obscure the echoes of the funeral in the dirty park at night Flying all over the sky
The white rose I gave you withered in the pure black environment. The crows were strangely quiet on the branches
Listen quietly to my black coat, I want to warm your increasingly cold memories.
The life that has been passed
Ah, there is mist all around and I am in an empty cemetery
I will still love you when I grow old
I play Chopin’s nocturne for you to commemorate my dead love
The voice that sounds like the night wind is so heartbreaking
My hands are tapping the keyboard very lightly and I am very careful about my thoughts< /p>
The place where you are buried is called the Netherworld
I will play Chopin’s nocturne for you in memory of my dead love
And I will play the piano under the moonlight incognito for you
The feeling of your heartbeat is still so warm and close
I miss your bright red lip prints
Jāya said
Lyrics of the song Nocturne Of course the music written by Fang Wenshan was written by myself
As the name suggests, the music inside will feel a bit like classical piano
And then... the content inside is I'm describing a very poignant love story
But it won't be too bloody. Everyone will know after listening to it
Those dragonflies with broken wings are scattered in this forest, and my There is no sympathy in my eyes
Without you, my tears are cloudy and unclear. Without you, even my smile has a shadow
The wind laughs at my sadness on the moss-covered roof
Like a dry well without water
I use poignant fonts to describe the regretful love
I play Chopin’s nocturne for you to commemorate my dead love
< p>The voice that sounds like the night wind is so heartbreakingMy hands are typing very lightly on the keyboard, and my thoughts are very careful
The place where you are buried is called the Netherworld
< p>I play Chopin’s nocturne for you to commemorate my dead loveAnd I play the piano for you incognito under the moonlight
The feeling of your heartbeat is still so warm and close
I miss your bright red lip prints
A group of bloodthirsty ants are attracted by the carrion, I look at the lonely scenery with an expressionless face
Losing you begins to make it clear that losing you is still What is there to care about?
The dove no longer symbolizes peace. I am finally reminded that what is being fed in the square is vultures
I use beautiful rhymes to describe love that has been plundered
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