When I was in elementary school in the 1980s, I didn't have much entertainment except for school. The only thing we have more in our family than others is books. I have memories of times when my father was paralyzed in bed. He was grumpy, and my brother and I didn't dare to get close to him. From the moment I knew the words, I slowly nibbled on the book by myself. "Dream of the Red Chamber" from a page of paper to know dozens of words to a little bit of all of them, almost to the end of primary school. At that time, I would look up the dictionary, and the general words were difficult for me. It's also interesting to think that such a big book, I actually read it as a fairy tale. The fun that the little bookcase at home has brought me continues to this day.
In addition to books, my father was occasionally in a good mood and would also pull erhu. In fact, his whole life was also pitiful. It is strange that people in their thirties have suddenly suffered great difficulties, and it is strange that their personalities are not distorted. He can do a lot of things, and calligraphy is good. The poems written are also very interesting to frame and hang on the wall. Erhu is also his strong point, and I learned several songs. It is simply like "A big forest in the high Xing'an Mountains". The name can't be remembered, and the song is very cheerful and lively. There are also revolutionary songs like "We Walk on the Road". The more complicated "Horse Race" I can still remember some melodies. Then there is "Su Wu Shepherd". This song is simple and vigorous, the lyrics I can now fully memorize, and the tune will always be hummed. Every time I sing it, it is like Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong" is passionate, and i suddenly have a patriotic feeling.
Su Wuliuhu Festival is not humiliating, the snow is cold, endured for nineteen years, thirsty for snow, hungry and felt, shepherding sheep on the north side of the sea. The heart of the Han Society, the fall is still not returned. After all the difficulties, the heart is like iron and stone, and when the night is plugged, listening to the sound of the flute, it hurts in the ears. In the blink of an eye, the north wind blows, and the geese fly. White-haired lady, wang'er return, red makeup to keep the empty curtain. Three more dreams, who dreams of whom in the two places? Ren Hai withered and rotted, and the big festival did not lose a little. In the end, the Huns were terrified and bowed to Handway.
After so many years, this song is imprinted in the mind, the simple melody, but also with the father's pull erhu when the spirit of the flying look, feel that there are also nostalgic talent, ambition is not rewarded a lot of emotions mixed in. At a certain moment, I felt that my father was also like Su Wu, Su Wu lived like a purgatory for nineteen years, and my father was paralyzed in bed for twenty-nine years, until he died forever entangled in pain. Empathy is his experience.
Fourteen years have passed since my father's death. Today, when I sang "Su Wu Shepherd", I suddenly understood him.
