On August 17, the seventh episode of Notes "Sound" arrived as scheduled, and the HAYA Orchestra, which participated in the off-the-picture music in the previous episodes, finally appeared on camera, and they wandered through the Mongolian steppes with the Tibetan Manishi Orchestra Ge Rong and Ding Zhen, looking for sounds from nature.
Sound, which we are all too familiar with, seems to have neglected its existence even in life. But in the eyes of musicians, sound is music, and music is also sound. What is the difference between the sounds this group of musicians looking for in the grasslands and forests?
Although the focus of this episode is on showing sound, the picture is as beautiful as ever, a group of people riding horses walking in the vast green grassland, white yurts, birch forests, babbling streams, a picture of beautiful people can't wait to fit in.
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The Inner Mongolian grassland is one of the best natural pastures in China, spanning 1.183 million square kilometers from east to west and has 6 large grasslands. The sky is vast and the wind blows grass down to the grassland of cattle and sheep, carrying people's yearning for vastness and freedom. There is no shortage of grassland in Litang, how did the team think of going to Inner Mongolia?
Haya Orchestra is a multi-ethnic orchestra, and the lead singer, Desientana, is an ethnic Mongolian. "White crane, please lend me its wings, don't fly far away, fly to Litang and turn around", wrote this poem by the Sixth Dalai Lama and the famous Tibetan poet Cangyang Gyatso, who never arrived in Litang in his lifetime. After writing this poem, the whereabouts have since become a mystery. However, there is a saying that Cangyang Gyatso died in Alxa, Inner Mongolia. Probably based on these two points, they went to Inner Mongolia together to find a voice.
Ding Zhen first met with the Tibetan singer Ge Rong. At Teacher Ge Rong, Ding Zhen saw many musical instruments from nature, which I can't describe one by one, because I don't know them. Maybe because it comes from nature, it sounds more simple. Then the teacher led down to Inner Mongolia to find the sound with the HAYA Orchestra.
The beautiful grassland is endless, and a group of people ride around it, and this picture reminds people of living in a glamorous way with red dust. The beautiful grassland still has some origins with HAYA and Ding Zhen. Tibetans and Mongols are nomadic people on horseback who have coexisted with nature for thousands of years, with traces of their recuperation in every grass and lake.
Music is the process by which people draw beauty from nature, perhaps the sounds of ancestors imitating creatures, perhaps the sound of them driving away wild beasts through striking tools, or finally celebrating the joy of a harvest in the coordinated sound of hitting. Nature is the mother of music, and the forest is nature's most primitive musical instrument.
Ding Zhen, led by several teachers, came to the stream and came to the forest with professional equipment to collect the sound of water flow, the sound of trees growing, the sound of the wind blowing through the treetops, the sound of cows running and milking cows, and the cries of cuckoos. These sounds are derived from nature, some of which we often hear, some of which we do not have the opportunity to hear, and the sounds of those crumbling voices have long been masked by the sound of our machines and whistles. In the film, we are able to quietly listen to the voices that we have ignored and awaken our understanding of nature.
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Sounds from nature evoke common memories in similar environments. Cuckoos are delightful to hear both in Tibet and the grasslands of Inner Mongolia. The Indian flute originated from nature, is a pure wooden instrument, perhaps has the charm of sharing with nature, Ding Zhen picked it up in less than ten minutes and quickly blew out a beautiful melody. At the dairy farm, Ding Zhen knows the sound of milking cows. Looking at the group of black and white cows, although they look different from the yaks in their hometown, when Ding Zhen used his daily cattle herding password to drive the cows, the cows actually understood. Ding Zhen ran with the cattle in the turquoise grassland, and the freedom and invigorating of that moment seemed to overflow the screen.
Music knows no borders, and sound transcends nationalities and even races. The Tibetan password initiated by Ding Zhen is not so much a language as a sound that applies to all farms, because cows that span thousands of kilometers different from yaks react in the same way.
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At sunset, the musicians sat on the grass by the lake and chatted about the sky, when suddenly it rained lightly, and with the sound of the sparse rain, they came to the lake to pray together in the Mongolian way under the orange sunset. Warm, beautiful and particularly warm pictures are worth remembering.
As night falls, red bonfires are lit. In the crackling sound, Ding Zhen and several teachers played their respective instruments in front of the campfire and sang the song of Ding Zhen's hometown, "White Crane". Mongolian singer Tana sounded Tibetan in her mouth, the horsehead piano was melodiously whispering, the guitar was singing in a low voice, Ding Zhen was softly echoing, and at that moment I suddenly wanted to shed tears.
Under the influence of real homesickness, they all blame the picture for being too beautiful, and all blame the songs for being too beautiful. At this moment, in the afternoon, in front of the white yurt, Teacher Tana sang a long Mongolian tune. Whether it can be understood or not becomes unimportant, and the language, set off by the horse's head, guitar and other instrumental instruments, is also transformed into a sound and instrumental sound that comes together, becoming a river that never sings tonight on this beautiful night.
Jumping campfires, free grasslands, moving love songs, beautiful girls, is this a fairy tale? No, that's the charm of sound. It skillfully combines different types of instrumental music and vocals of different ethnic groups, transcends geography and crosses ethnic groups, and quietly sounds in the magnificent world in the most free and unrestrained form.
Sound is the rhythm of nature, the beat of heaven and earth. It makes communication simple, makes communication harmonious, it originates from nature, and it will also put the most beautiful moment in nature, coexist with heaven and earth, and shine with the galaxy.