In the last four minutes of the film, Schumann played by the heroine Jenny, no, to be precise, it is a Schumann that incorporates black music to the utmost extent, pushing the entire film to a climax.
The beginning is the well-known Schumann, a few strong chord accents are followed by a soft and melodious melody, authentic classical music, soothing and elegant, and calm and restrained. All feelings are hidden behind the sound of the piano. The surface is calm and the heart is already turbulent. Then, Jenny slapped the strings with an unexpected pluck, which gave a shocking blow, and thus opened the prelude to the fierce collision and fusion of classical and black music. Then, playing like a storm, plucking the keys frantically, leaving like drunk, pounced on the piano again, playing more hysterically, scratching the strings violently, beating the piano fiercely, kicking fiercely Step on the floor and end with a pounding key. In Jenny's wild playing and bursting body language, what I felt was the supreme beauty of musical rhythm, melody and structure, and tears flowed down my face by her nearly ruinous way of playing.
These four minutes are the four minutes of breaking out of the cocoon, the four minutes of emerging into a dish, and the four minutes of moths fighting the fire. Jenny’s playing is like a stream of nebula with a glorious bloom that burns a lifetime in a flash, putting the anger, rebellion, pain, grievance, and sorrow that have been suppressed in the past 20 years into the music without any reservation, playing a song about passion and hope. , Dreams, talents, the heroic tragedy of life. In her music, I can hear the inner cry, the roar of the soul, the accusation of fate and the thirst for dreams.
When Jenny's mad performance was over, the audience was surprised and shocked for a moment, and after a moment of thunderous applause, Jenny walked forward slowly, smiled at her teacher, Mrs. Kruger, and suddenly spread her arms and left leg. Bend, flexed her right leg, leaned down, and made a perfect curtsey, so perfect that the policeman just put the handcuffs on her hand in the most graceful posture. She raised her head, still smiling, that smile was enough to make me hear the sound of the world shattering and collapsing around me.
At that moment, she danced like flares, and then disappeared without a trace.
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