How to practice the tenth level of violin - my practice notes (Part 1)

As a post-90s generation, there is a famous saying "Don't let your children lose at the starting line" that has been circulated since I was a child; as an only child, my parents poured all their efforts into every minute of my life from the moment I was born. per second. Under the influence of these dual conditions, my mother formulated a comprehensive quality education plan in accordance with the ancient talent training plan of "every lady": learning piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. This saves you the trouble of racking your brains and not knowing which extracurricular classes to sign up for. You can take five classes at once, which is enough to study for a while. My mom is awesome!

Due to various reasons, the chess game has not been reported, and the calligraphy and painting have been interrupted for no reason. But they put all their focus on the piano, because the piano is the most popular and can produce the best results.

So from the age of five, her parents started looking for people with special skills in the world to get some advice and choose an instrument suitable for their little girl to learn. There are several criteria: suitable for girls, easy to carry, and my daughter likes it. The first few items are always easy to implement, but the problem lies in this last one.

I still remember that when I went to watch a pipa performance, my parents told me to "play the pipa lightly, slowly, and then pick again", but I thought in my heart: If I don't learn well, I will become "dumb, sarcastic and hard to listen to". ".

After finding the erhu, they described for me the touching process of Abing's creation and performance. I nodded: I accept the story and leave quickly after the song ends.

Later I found the guzheng, and now I had a sure-fire reason to vote it down: it was too big and inconvenient to carry! Haha, a lot of burden was relieved without any effort. My heart was coated with honey, but my parents had coptis in their mouths.

In this way, I watched both folk music and Western music, and waited until I was seven years old, but still didn’t decide what to study. My parents sighed in sorrow. If they continued like this, they would miss the sensitive period of learning music, so they secretly made up their minds, girl, I will have to wrong you.

They found a sunny Sunday and said they were visiting. They took me to the home of an uncle who knew his destiny. After a brief chat, they introduced me and said: We are here to become a disciple today. This is your violin teacher, you will learn violin from now on. Before I could react, he pulled me away. I was confused for several days, and it wasn't until Qin was placed in front of me that I realized that this time it was for real.

That year, I was ignorant and understood that some things cannot be avoided. As the saying goes, you can't escape the first grade of junior high school, but you can't escape the fifteenth grade. What is coming will always be waiting for you at a certain intersection on the road of life. Just like every Sunday in the future, there will always be a teacher waiting for me at his house.

The sound of the piano for beginners can kill people. This is the so-called "sawing wood" and "killing chickens". My parents endured the torture of noise with difficulty, and I also endured the torture of basic skills with difficulty. Yes, it’s torture! Staff notation is not a good thing, and it has to be converted into simple music notation, which makes my brain and rice become a mess.

In addition, it is also difficult to master the posture of holding the piano and bow and learn how to play the piano. I clearly remember that due to the physiological mechanism of the human body, one finger could not form a professional posture from the beginning. I was stunned to play the piano at home for three hours, with big beads of sweat, and forcefully changed the wrong posture. ; In order to become familiar with a piece of music, I sat in front of the music stand for two hours without moving... With this stubbornness, in less than three months, I conquered all the difficulties for beginners!

There was a golden period after that. Every time I went back to class, the teacher always smiled and praised me for my academic success, either 100% or a little red flower. My parents are also proud to have a gifted and intelligent daughter. Gradually, I became more and more outrageous. I practice piano for half an hour every day from Monday to Friday, and then practice more intensively on Saturday. The so-called "step up" was only a half-hour surprise. The next day I was still a hundred percent red flower, and the teacher still praised me for my progress and excellence...

Parents are self-aware people, although I may have some talent, but I'm not at the level of a child prodigy, and it's impossible for me to play good music without using my hands. So they wondered, could it be that there was something wrong with the teacher's quality? But every time I see the teacher playing and teaching the piano with a responsible look, I feel a little guilty about this suspicion.

China’s traditional virtue since ancient times is to respect teachers and respect morality. Therefore, parents carefully use various methods such as surveys, interviews, comparisons, and practices to verify this matter, which cannot be underestimated. Of course, although objective means are emerging in endlessly, subjective feelings still hope that we will do nothing more. But most research suggests that parents' assumptions may be correct.

Finally, they wanted to put an end to the painful speculation with a final word: let me compete.

We chose a municipal competition. I am no stranger to this competition. Since I have been studying language performance since I was a child, I have to participate in language competitions every year, and every time I win the first prize without any suspense. This time I signed up for a music competition, but instead of winning the first prize, I didn’t even advance to the semi-finals.

This is my worst grade ever! Grief suddenly swept through the whole family. Thinking about the time and money spent on the violin in the past three years, it was really a loss for my wife and a loss for the army. There was no other way. My poor parents racked their brains again and contacted various famous teachers. This time, no matter how much money they spent, they had to find a real master!

A month later, I finally found out about the chief teacher of the symphony orchestra. He was a good person and had a good temper. The key was that he was a good teacher. But will they accept me? For this reason, my parents tried every means and asked many people who might be able to help. At that time, I was young and ignorant, and I was still enjoying myself because I didn't have to practice piano.

Finally, a grandma who lived downstairs from the teacher’s house was willing to help us speak. After the whole family thanked us profusely, we asked grandma to lead us to the teacher’s home. After entering the room, there were students in class. We waited for more than half an hour, and grandma also stayed with us for half an hour without any complaints.

Finally, the teacher was finally willing to say a few words to us. As soon as he opened his mouth, grandma kept saying: Teacher, please accept this child. It is not easy for their family. They have suffered a lot to learn piano. Please accept them. You must accept them. , I won’t leave if you don’t accept it... She kept talking and begging, watching the teacher’s open mouth close again, swallowing the previous words in her stomach, and then opened her mouth again: Grandma, please don’t How can I bear this! Please come back, I'll just take it.

As soon as these words came out, all of us breathed a sigh of relief. Only grandma looked back every step of the way and said, "Teacher, you have to take what you say seriously. I'm leaving. Don't regret it as soon as you go downstairs." The teacher smiled bitterly and said: Don't worry, I will do what I say.

Later, grandma told us that the teacher was kind-hearted, so she agreed immediately. She even laughed and said that the method she thought of really worked. I just remember that my parents repeatedly told me that I must not forget this grandma in the future. She is my benefactor!

What happened at the teacher’s house later, I can make up a ridiculous sketch now that I think about it. He asked me to play a piece that I was good at. I raised my head, raised the piano proudly, and calmly played the piece that I had prepared for his words for a month. I felt very happy: My parents had foresight, and they had guessed this sudden attack. Fortunately, I was prepared, and now I am waiting for his approval.

Hey, where’s Zan? Why did I only hear a bitter smile? You asked me to stop before you even said a few words? Do you want me to play another song?

"Goodbye, goodbye, okay, okay." The teacher stopped me quickly as if he was frightened. "Don't touch the piano for two months from now on."

Wow! This teacher is so good! I fell in love with him as soon as I said this to him. Two months! My parents were worried and asked: Wouldn’t it be completely forgotten after two months? The teacher looked up at my anxious parents and said helplessly: I just want her to forget, the more completely she can forget, the better! The posture, bowing technique, pitch, and hand shape are all wrong. Your last teacher may have only taught you staff notation!

Now, all doubts are gone.

How to practice violin level 10 - my practice notes (Part 2)