The Four Realms of Painting and Sound (Text/Lei Yuanzhou)

We live in a world of sound. Our ears are listening to various sounds all the time every day; in our compositions, we must often write about sounds. The vividness mentioned here is to describe the sounds written in the composition realistically and vividly, so as to achieve the effect of conveying the spirit through sound.

Huisheng can generally be divided into the following four levels.

The first realm is to speak directly. For example, Jun Qing's "Midsummer Night on the Beach": "On the beach, there were so many people enjoying the cool air. The sounds of talking, laughter, singing, and frolics filled the entire beach." This is the most direct and basic painting. The sound method is plain, simple, real and natural. Of course, onomatopoeia can also be used to make the sentence more vivid. For example, Zhu Ziqing wrote in "Spring": "Thousands of bees are buzzing under the flowers..." An onomatopoeia "hum" is an imitation of the image. The sound of bees is revealed, making readers feel like hearing their sounds and seeing the lively scene of swarms of bees making noise.

The second realm is the use of metaphors and rhetorical techniques. For example, Jian Zhen wrote about the sound of cicadas in "Summer's Quatrains": "Suddenly, all the cicadas were singing like gold and drums. All the cicadas screamed at the same time, which shocked me." He compared the sudden burst of cicadas to "Besieged on all sides, sounding gold and beating drums" vividly describes the suddenness and loudness of the cicada's sound, which makes people feel deeply. Metaphorical pictures generally use various imaginable sounds that people are familiar with to compare unfamiliar sounds that are difficult to imitate with onomatopoeia, and describe the differences in a more specific way. For example, the voices of children are like silver bells, girls are like warblers, middle-aged men are like copper bells, and some people are like clay jars. In this way, the sound image is reproduced in detail and clearly.

The third realm is synesthesia. Liu E described the singing like this in "Lao Can's Travels": "After singing more than ten lines, he gradually sang higher and higher, and suddenly he picked up a tip, like a wire thrown into the sky... He sang to an extremely high level of three or four. After that, it suddenly fell, and it tried its best to gallop with the spirit of thousands of twists and turns, like a flying snake circling halfway up the thirty-six peaks of Huangshan Mountain. In an instant, it circled several times. From then on, the song became lower and lower. The sound became quieter and gradually disappeared...for about two or three minutes, it seemed that there was a sound coming from the ground, and then it suddenly rose again, like an Oriental firework or a marble. The sky turned into thousands of five-color fires, scattered in vertical and horizontal directions. "Singing is originally audible but invisible. The author here uses "like a wire thrown into the sky" to describe the high-pitched and exciting sudden singing, and uses "like a wire thrown into the sky". "Flying snakes are circling halfway up the thirty-six peaks of Huangshan Mountain" to describe the twists and turns of the song, and "thousands of five-color firelights, scattered vertically and horizontally" are used to describe the chaotic multitude of singing and music, making the invisible music tangible and making the white music visible. Niu's superb rap art was demonstrated in a simple and profound way.

Of course, when we write a composition, any one of these methods we choose will be weaker than the tone. Therefore, the fourth realm of vividness is the comprehensive application of a variety of methods, and sometimes it can also be supplemented by the reaction of the characters as a side contrast. As mentioned above, Liu E went on to write: "As soon as this sound flew up, there were infinite sounds coming together. The player who played the string all used his fingers, which were suddenly louder and sometimes smaller, in harmony with his voice, just like the spring dawn in Huawu. , The birds were chirping wildly. My ears were busy, and I didn’t know what to listen to. In the midst of the confusion, I suddenly heard a sudden sound, and everyone in the audience was filled with cheers. "The author. After the synaesthesia painting in the previous article, metaphorical rhetorical techniques are used to compare the sound of the music to "spring dawn" and "bird singing", which vividly expresses the rhythm and melody of Bai Niu's singing. "The ears are too busy" and the sound experience is written from the perspective of the listener, and "the sound of applause is thunderous", which highlights Bai Niu's acting skills.

In short, as long as we listen carefully to various sounds and carefully figure out their characteristics, consciously and proactively do more drawing exercises, and pay attention to the appropriate use of onomatopoeia and metaphors when drawing, and use The synaesthesia should be reasonable and the use of contrast should be natural, so that realistic, vivid and vivid sounds can be depicted.

Description of sounds in famous works

Only a woman responded in a low voice. Green Bamboo Man said: "Auntie, please take a look, this piano score is a bit weird." The woman hummed again, the piano sounded, and she tuned the strings. She paused for a while, as if she was replacing the broken strings. , tuned the strings again, and started playing. At the beginning, it was played the same as the Green Bamboo Weng, but later it turned higher and higher. The music of the piano was as smooth as a rock, and it moved up and down effortlessly. Linghu Chong was surprised and happy, and vaguely remembered the music played by Qu Yang that night. This piece of music is sometimes impassioned and sometimes gentle and elegant. Although Linghu Chong doesn't understand the music theory, he feels that although the melody played by his mother-in-law is the same as that played by Qu Yang, the meaning is very different. The melody played by this mother-in-law is peaceful and to the point. When listening to it, one can only feel the beauty of the music, but not the passionate excitement of Qu Yang's music. After playing for a long time, the melody of the piano gradually slowed down. It seemed that the music could not stop going away. It was like the person playing the piano had walked dozens of feet away, and then several miles away, and the subtle sound could no longer be heard.

Just when the sound of the piano seemed to have stopped, one or two extremely low and thin flute sounds sounded beside the sound of the piano.

The sound of the flute gradually gets louder as it swirls and turns, just like a flute player is slowly approaching while blowing. The sound of the flute is clear and beautiful, rising and falling, soft and loud. When it reaches the extreme low level, after a few circles, it becomes low again. , although it is extremely low and thin, every syllable is still clearly audible. Gradually, there are occasional pearls jumping in the bass, crisp and short, one after another, the complex sounds gradually increase, first like the splashing of a singing spring, and then like a group of flowers blooming in bloom, and even more interspersed with the chirping of birds, each other singing and me, gradually The birds have left, the remaining spring flowers have fallen, but the sound of rain is heard, and it is a desolate and solemn scene. The drizzle is continuous, if it is there or not, and finally everything is silent. The sound of the flute paused for a long time, and everyone woke up as if from a dream. Although Wang Yuanba, Yue Buqun and others did not understand the music, they could not help but feel intoxicated. Master Yi seemed to be in despair. Mrs. Yue sighed and admired her wholeheartedly, saying: "I admire it, I admire it! Chong'er, what kind of song is this?" Linghu Chong said: "This is called "The Song of Swordsman". This mother-in-law is really amazing and rare. She is proficient in all kinds of piano and flute. " Mrs. Yue said: "The composition of this piece is indeed wonderful, but it requires someone with the skill of this mother-in-law to play such beautiful music. This is the first time in your life that you have heard it." Linghu Chong said, "No! What I heard that day was even more exciting than today." Mrs. Yue asked curiously, "How could that be possible? Is there anyone in the world who is better at playing the harp and flute?" Someone?" Linghu Chong said: "I'm not necessarily smarter than this mother-in-law. It's just that what I heard was two people playing the harp and flute, one playing the harp and the other playing the flute. "..."

——Jin Yong's "The Swordsman"

At half past twelve, looking at the stage, a man came out from behind the backstage curtain: "I'm wearing it" Wearing a blue cloth gown, he had a long face with pimples that looked like dried orange peels. He was very ugly, but I felt that the person smelled calm. When he came out of the stage, he didn't say a word and sat down on the chair on the left hand side behind the half table. He slowly took the Sanxianzi, harmonized the chords casually, and played one or two minor tunes without paying much attention. Later, I played a major tune, and I don’t know what brand it was called. But later on, I used only round fingers, and the cadence was so moving that it was as if there were dozens of strings and hundreds of fingers playing there. At this time, there were endless cheers from the audience, but they couldn't hold down the strings. After playing the song, they stopped and someone brought tea to them.

After pausing for a few minutes, a girl came out of the curtain. She was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a long oval face, a bun, a pair of silver earrings, and a blue dress. A cloth coat and a pair of blue cloth trousers, both trimmed with black cloth. Although they are made of coarse cloth, they are very clean. He came to the chair on the right hand side of the half table and sat down. The man who played the string took the string and started to play the string. The girl then stood up, took the pear blossom slip in her left hand, held it between her fingers, and struck it tinklingly to match the sound of the string; she held the drum and hammer in her right hand, and listened intently to the rhythm of the string. Suddenly the Jiegu drum sounded, the singing voice burst out, the words were clear and crisp, and the sound was reverberating, like a new oriole emerging from the valley and a baby swallow returning to its nest. Each sentence had seven words and each paragraph had dozens of sentences, either slow or urgent, high or low; The place where the tune is changed is endless, and all the tunes of the songs come out of it, which makes it stop.

There were two people sitting nearby. One of them asked the person in a low voice: "This must be Bai Niu?" One of them said: "No. This person's name is Hei Niu, and she is Bai Niu's sister. His tricks were all taught by Bai Niu. If he is better than Bai Niu, I don’t know how far behind he is! No one can learn the good things about girls. Think about it, in the past few years, who among the naughty girls has not learned their tunes? No one can match Bai Niu's merits." As he said this, Black Niu finished singing and left behind. At this time, the garden was full of people, chatting and joking. People selling melon seeds, groundnuts, mountain reds, and walnut kernels were shouting loudly, and the sound of people could be heard all over the garden.

In the busy season, I saw another girl coming out from the backstage. She was about eighteen or nineteen years old. She was dressed in the same way as the other girl. She had a melon-shaped face, a fair complexion, and her appearance was just average. With such a posture, the person felt beautiful but not charming, clear but not cold. He came out with his head half lowered, stood behind half the table, and tucked the pear blossom slip a few times. It was really strange: it was just two stubborn pieces of iron. When it came to him, In his hand, he has five tones and twelve rhythms. After tapping the drum and hammer gently twice, Fang raised his head and looked down the stage. Those eyes were like autumn water, like cold stars, like pearls, like white mercury with two pills of black mercury inside. Looking left and right, even the person sitting in the far corner felt that Wang Xiaoyu had seen me; Not to mention close. Just at this glance, the whole garden was completely silent, much quieter than when the emperor came out. You could even hear a pin drop!

Wang Xiaoyu opened her red lips, made her white teeth, and sang a few lines. The sound was not very loud at first, but I felt an indescribable wonder in my ears: inside the internal organs, it was like an iron had been pressed, and there was no place where it was not pressed; there were 36,000 pores, like eating ginseng fruit, and there was no pore where it was not smooth. After singing more than ten lines, he gradually sang higher and higher, and suddenly pulled out a tip, like a wire thrown into the sky, and he couldn't help but secretly exclaimed. Who knows that he can still turn around at that extremely high place? After a few warbles, another level was raised, and there were three or four stacks in succession, rising one after another.

It's like the scene of climbing Mount Tai from the west of Aolai Peak: at first I saw Aolai Peak cutting the walls and climbing up, and I thought it was the best way; when I climbed to the top of Zuolai Peak, I saw Fan Cliff on Zuolai Peak; when I climbed to the Fan On the cliff, I saw the Nantian Gate again on the fan cliff: the more I climbed, the more dangerous it became, and the more dangerous it became, the more strange it became. After Wang Xiaoyu sang to the extremely high three or four stacks, he suddenly fell down, and tried his best to gallop the spirit of thousands of times and hundreds of analyses, like a flying snake circling in the middle of the thirty-six peaks of Huangshan Mountain. In an instant, it went around several times. From then on, the singing became lower and thinner, and the sound gradually became inaudible. People all over the garden were holding their breath and concentrating, not daring to move any less. For about two or three minutes, there seemed to be a sound coming from underground. After this, it suddenly rises again, like the Oriental fireworks, a marble goes up to the sky, and then turns into thousands of five-color flames, scattered in all directions. As soon as this sound flew up, infinite sounds came simultaneously. The player who plays the string also uses his fingers, which are sometimes louder and sometimes smaller, in harmony with his voice, just like the spring dawn in Huawu and the chirping of good birds. My ears are busy and I don't know why I heard that sound. In the midst of the commotion, a sudden sound was heard, and everyone fell silent. At this time, the audience cheered loudly.

After a pause, and the noise subsided, a young man, less than thirty years old, with a Hunan accent, sitting in the front seat, said: "When I was studying, I saw the ancients describe it. I still don’t understand the benefits of singing. How can the lingering sound linger for three days? Only after listening to Mr. Xiaoyu’s story did I understand. The ancients' words are wonderful. Every time after listening to his book, there will always be a few days where nothing but his book is in my ears. No matter what I do, I am never absorbed in it. Instead, I feel that "three days are endless". These "three days" are two. There are too few words, but Confucius said, "Three months don't know the taste of meat." The word "three months" describes it more clearly. "People nearby said: "Mr. Mengxiang's discussion is very thorough. Yan'! "

——"Lao Can's Travels"

The sea is meditating at our feet, like a poet. The voice was as gentle as the hazy moonlight and the morning mist of roses; and as mellow as a lover's sweet whispers; low and gentle, like the breeze blowing across the strings; like fallen flowers floating on the water.

Hai is fast asleep.

The big and small islands hugged each other, snuggled up against each other, and fell into a trance quietly for a long time. We both seemed to have fallen asleep, and stopped all thoughts and emotions.

I don’t know how much time passed, but the bell of the distant temple suddenly woke up the sea from its deep dream. It stirred up the excitement of the waves like it was angry, and gradually rolled towards the rocks under our feet, making a gurgling sound. , like someone exhaling on the bottom of the sea, the silver light on the sea surface swayed, like a silver dragon

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