Adapted from Lu Xun's prose collection Weeds
When I am silent, I feel full; I will open my mouth and feel empty at the same time.
The past life is dead. I am happy for this death, because I know it once lived. The dead life has rotted. I get great pleasure from this decay, because I know it is not empty.
It is my sin to leave the mud of life on the ground, not to plant trees, but to grow weeds.
-Lu Xun
The first movement is dead fire and dead fire
I dreamed that I was running on an iceberg. This is a tall iceberg, connected with the cold sky. The frozen clouds in the sky are covered with scales. There is an ice forest at the foot of the mountain, with loose branches and leaves. Everything is cold, everything is white.
This is a dead fire. It has a scorching shape, but it doesn't shake, and it freezes completely, like a coral branch: there is solidified black smoke at the tip, which is suspected to have come out of the fire room, so it is burnt.
My body spewed black smoke and rose like a wire snake. There are ice valleys all around. I cried again, full of flames flowing, like a fire gathering around me. I looked down and saw that the dead fire had burned through my clothes and flowed on the ice.
Composer: Su Cong (German)
Piano Solo: He Peixun (Taiwan Province Province)
Farewell to the second movement
I am just a shadow, otherwise I will sink in the darkness without you. However, darkness will devour me, and light will make me disappear. However, I don't want to wander between light and dark. I might as well sink in the dark.
However, I finally hesitated between light and dark, not knowing whether it was dusk or dawn. I raised my black hand and pretended to drink a glass of wine. I wonder when I will travel alone.
Composer: Biosphere (Norway)
Composer: Kangding Lei (France)
The third movement polar dance
So only the vast wilderness was left, and the two of them stood naked in the middle, holding sharp knives and standing dry; Appreciate the shriveled and bloodless slaughter of people on this road with the eyes of the dead, and immerse yourself in the ultimate joy of life forever.
In the boundless wilderness, under the cold sky, the shining soul of rain is spinning and rising. ...
Yes, it is lonely snow, dead rain and the soul of rain.
Composer: Wang Peng
Producer, Dance Beauty and Lighting Design: A Summary of Han Jiang's Works
The Flower of Evil is the representative work of Baudelaire, the pioneer of French symbolism poetry, and one of the most influential poetry collections in the19th century. As a rebellion against classicism represented by boileau, it shattered the rigid metaphysical moral world of the unity of truth, goodness and beauty of Descartes rationalism as a pioneer of dialectical ethics. His naturalistic sympathy theory reveals a profound and seamless ambivalence and the whole secret world.
The earth is self-sufficient, and the good and evil of human nature are not diametrically opposed. Picking the flowers of evil is to tap hope in evil and draw moral laws from evil. In the preface of Flowers of Evil, the author Baudelaire explained that "the purpose of poetry is to distinguish good from beauty, to turn ugliness into beauty through artistic expression, and to fill the spirit with a kind of calm happiness with the pain of rhythm and rhythm, which is one of the wonderful privileges of art." Based on the eager pursuit of pure aesthetic thought rooted in the depths of the soul, it experienced the painful baptism of human nature analysis, and the limited "original sin" finally turned into magic, turning mud into the spiritual pure land of pregnant lotus.
Beyond the limitation of time and space, recalling Mr. Lian's love for lotus flowers in those years is just like the trace of evil flowers to their original species: self-salvation and feelings of saving the world completely out of the dark reality. Looking back on the thousand-year history of China, scholars are the first of the four people. Since Confucianism in the Song Dynasty, scholars have taken the world as their responsibility and social conscience as their responsibility, but the original consciousness of "the virtue of a gentleman" has been lost. This rigidity, a kind of tension, has tightened the fate of the nation and frozen the decline of Chinese civilization. Passionate, gradually turned into resentment and rudeness. In the past 100 years, people's lives have been ruined. The reason is that the temperament of cultural elites has lost its opposition. Forgetting to cultivate oneself is the starting point of all countries in the world. A noble gentleman, the lotus flower, blooms evil and bears bad consequences. Even if it shows the great achievements of dialectical historical aesthetics, it is hard not to let the Chinese people sigh.
With the crash of Chinese and western poets in Flowers of Evil and Ailian, modern people echo the ancients from afar, and the new play Flowers of Evil by Beijing Contemporary Ballet came into being at this juncture. Through the subtle changes of limbs and dancing charm images, a vivid picture with a clear distinction between good and evil is constructed, which not only has humanistic concern for individual destiny, but also has anxiety and directional enlightenment for revitalizing China's mission. From a prudent artistic point of view, we should abandon the old original viewpoint and make use of the unique tension of dance art to further practice the construction of advanced socialist culture.
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preface
Chaos, red and black lotus twins, like yin and yang men and women, both rigid and soft.
First movement
Lotus gave birth to a son, began to feel his superhuman strength, parted ways with sincere call, went down to the street and went up to the hall, and did whatever it took to be free.
The second movement
Wandering on the steps of purgatory, tempting the elves to whisper, when the black lotus, a symbol of sin, also leaves, and my spare time is infinite and empty.
The essence of human nature turns into an unbalanced balance, which swings wildly and quietly in the rain, but the game between red and black is hard to stop. The black lotus is heavy and aggressive, and the red lotus loses immediately. The desire for self-virtualization becomes the only reason for persistence and existence.
The third movement
The phantom disappears, and this is the carnival of the masses. The poet coldly despises the contempt of the world, and flogging does not involve mysterious good and evil.
The dust settled, and the once innocent ideals wandered together and played requiem, and then drifted away after compassion.