Sad news, according to a number of media reports, China's famous performance artist and writer Huang Zongying died at 3:28 a.m. on December 14 at Huadong Hospital at the age of 95. She has played important roles in the movies "The Crow and the Sparrow", "Home" and "Nie Er". Because of its performance in the drama "Sweet Sister", "Sweet Sister" has since become synonymous with Huang Zongying.
Huang Zongying was born in Beijing on July 13, 1925, and in 1940 she began her acting career in the Shanghai Professional Theater Company. In 1946, Huang Zongying entered the film world with his first film "Chase". The following year, she also gave her thoughts and feelings about studying acting under the title of "Cold Window Walking Pen" and serialized it in Wen Wei Po. In the decades since, Huang Zongying has created a number of works such as reportage, essays, and essays. Among them, the book "Selling Art Huang Family", co-authored by Huang Zongying and Huang Zongjiang, Huang Zongluo, Huang Zonghan and other relatives, takes the Huang family story as the main line and presents the life of the Huang family brothers and sisters inside and outside the drama.
Huang Zongying (1925-2020), a native of Ruian, Zhejiang. Actor, writer. In 1946, he began to publish works, including the reportage "Special Girl", "Little Girl Carrying the Big Banner", "There Is No Cloud in the Sky", "There Is No Leaf", the essay collection "Star", "Orange", "Half Mountain, Half Water, Half Book Window", "Huang Zongying's Selected Reportage", etc.; he also adapted the reportage "Cabin" and made it into a TELEVISION film as a host. Among them, "Big Goose Love", "Beautiful Eyes" and "Orange" won the National Outstanding Reportage Award; the TV film adapted and filmed by "Chalet" won the International Award in the United States. In 2016, at the age of 91, Huang Zongying published the Huang Zong English Collection.
The so-called "Huang family selling art", according to the meaning of the eldest brother Huang Zongjiang, their ancestors were hanlin and shuxiang mendi, and in their generation, due to the changes of the times and personal hobbies and other factors, most of their brothers and sisters "went to the sea" to act, became actors, and became "artists". "Selling art" has both a rebellious meaning and a heartfelt ridicule.
The following is an excerpt from "Selling Art Huang Jia", all of which are Huang Zongying's self-descriptions. It has been authorized by the publishing house to publish.
"Selling Art Huang Jia", huang zongjiang, huang zonghuai, huang zongying, huang zongluo, huang zonghan, etc., life, reading, xinzhi sanlian bookstore july 2017 edition.
The original author 丨 Huang Zongying
Excerpt 丨An also
So I still am
I was born in 1925 in a warm and comfortable family. His father was a chief engineer. I have two older sisters, two older brothers and two younger brothers. My mother was the stepmother of my sisters—a relationship I learned from relatives and neighbors praising my sister after I lost my father at the age of nine, when my two sisters helped prop up the family and dressed me like a butterfly. I always feel that there is no "tutoring" in our family. When my father was alive, he always carried us up trees, climbed walls, and used him as a big horse, and booked a box in the theater garden to take the whole family to watch the play all year round. Children have concerts at school to act, speak, jump rope... Dads are the best audience for "chasing babies".
The eldest sister is beautiful and delicate (first from the right), and the second sister is handsome and innocent (second from the right). The first on the left is Huang Zonghuai, and the second from the left is Huang Zongjiang.
My parents never said a word to let us read well, but they bought us books one by one: "Universal Library", "Middle School Students Library", "Children's Library"... I bought it back together with the shelves of the glass cabinet door with gold painted green inscriptions (genuine, now pay attention to high consumption, but even buy a bookshelf is also difficult). The sisters and brothers set up "Our Library" and carved chapters. I like to organize the bookshelf, put the books on the ground, and read them one by one slowly and half-understood. One thing that my father left a deep impression on me was that Chef Wang, whose family had brought to Qingdao from Beijing, suffered from sepsis and died violently in the hospital, and my father said that he died for our family.
Whoever has treated our family kindly, we will not forget, although the set of customary etiquette to thank the xiushu and percuse can not be remembered.
Teenager Huang Zongying. (Tianjin, 1937)
The phrase "seven years old is big" doesn't make sense to me. It was as if I had never crossed the circle of "family edification". The eldest brother Zong Jiang put on the trap of being obsessed with theatrical art, and my sister also suffered. In fact, in 1940, when I was fifteen years old, I stepped onto the drama stage, only because my father died early, the family fell in the middle of the road, the orphans and widows lived a miserable life, and I dreamed of raising a filial mother and providing for my brothers to go to school all day at a young age. I dreamed of becoming a nurse, and my mother said that it was too hard to be a nurse; I dreamed of being a clerk, because there was an English typewriter at home, I would play, but people thought I was small; I dreamed of selling flowers, because the song of "the little girl got up early in the morning and carried the flower basket to the market" was good; I dreamed of selling vegetables, shaking drums and selling needles and threads... Anyway, I never dreamed of being a superstar or a literary hero.
Maybe my untapped talent in this life is to be a good housewife. When I was a teenager, I had to make five pairs of cotton uppers, knit five pairs of gloves and socks, and unpack and wash five sweaters in the winter. I was very serious about everything I did, just like I was suddenly pushed onto the drama stage and acting in movies again—I had to do my part; I tried my best to do what I did. Whether it's when I play a bride who doesn't speak before the end of a multi-act play, or a border girl who walks the stage at the beginning of the first act, I put on makeup early and wait until the curtain falls.
In 1959, I was ordered to create professionally and not sit in class. Thinking that not sitting at work is equivalent to going to work all day, and since then I have never worn slippers except for three days. Maybe I'm writing an article on a good role again. Yes, I originally wanted to be a good daughter, a good sister, a good wife, and a good mother in this life, but this role evolved into various plots in personal encounters and the rise and fall of the nation. Grammar Notes: The History of the Character of the Plot Also. Deleting the plot is all kinds of comforting, so I am still there.
In fact, the most "dramatic" plot in my life is "difficult to be Zhao Dan's wife".
Zhao Dan stills.
I started making movies in 1946, I met Zhao Dan in 1947, and we got married in 1948. Mainly because he is a single middle-aged artist with a sense of justice who is unruly, devastated and uncared for. His sharpness and sense of justice doomed him to a lifetime of peace. In the late 1970s he wrote a letter for Deng Tuo:
Mourning the dead friend bluntly said that he was martyred
Looking forward to the future, there are sacrifices
It is not expected that it will eventually become a proverb. Since I love his eternally naïve sense of justice and courage, I have no regrets about following his ups and downs for a long time. "Not a family, not to enter a door", as Zhao Dan's wife for thirty years, knocking me is not just "accompanying the fight". Two years ago, I was seriously ill and hospitalized (so far "observation on bail"), for which my brother and brother once sat around and sighed and shed tears, saying: "Now we are not worried about our children, not worried about our daughters, let alone ourselves, we are worried about our little sister (sister)." Everyone said that my life was bitter, and those who recognized and did not recognize often advised me: "I want to open something." ”
My eldest brother told me to keep a prayer: "Take it easy." (Let it go). I can really think about it. I remember when I was in the sixth grade of elementary school, the teacher wrote an essay about the New Year. The students wrote joy and joy, and I wrote a pair of white candles in front of the portrait of my father. At that time, from the idea of being a "pitiful woman in the world", he silently wrote a "funeral flower word" and "sacrifice sister text" like the Diamond Sutra. Year after year, when it was my turn to encounter some tragic plots that were not found in novels, dramas, and movies, I became more and more confused. Now that he counts down to the next few seconds, he doesn't know which lifespan to grind back and forth, so he sets himself a code that God knows whether he can keep it or not:
Just do what no one else can do for you
Do less or don't do what everyone can do
It is true that what a person does is affected by the living environment and the trend of the times. Not doing anything is a rational choice. Returning to the hidden book forest and returning my original origin, "diligently practicing needlework", is my dream at this time.
Little confusion is a big deal
I grew up living in longings, fantasies, and dreams.
When I went to life and followed my eldest brother Zongjiang to Shanghai to perform dramas, I wanted to earn some money to subsidize the tuition fees for my brothers and brothers; I felt that I was as gentle and sensible as the third sister Pace in "Little Women", and I felt that I was devoted to the noble and solemn art. Fifteen years old, I always want to be like the French actress Sarah Bernard, acting until I am in my seventies, sitting on stage in a wheelchair. But in my shy bags, I did not forget to bring dolls, floral cloth and colorful velvet threads, and I still raise a few cute little dolls and animals from my eleven-year-old granddaughter from time to time to put them at the head of the bed and in front of the window.
Counting, I joined the WTO very early, and now I have worked professionally for fifty-four years (don't believe any of my numbers), but I have not been deeply involved in the world. Troupes and reactionary authorities, censors, spies and traitors, hooligans, green gangs and red gangs, military and police constitutions... All kinds of maneuvers, troubles and even arrests and imprisonment are all held up by uncles, uncles, brothers and sisters, I only know a little bit, and I feel thrilling and mysterious.
In the mid-1940s, once when I was acting in Tianjin, the Social Bureau asked me to visit alone; in those years, the drama actors never entered the yamen to meet the chief, so how could I be so relieved to let the eighteen- and nineteen-year-old flower-like little sister enter the tiger's den alone? If you don't go, the troupe can't register for public performances, and how can dozens of cast members and actresses live with their families? I remember that night the brothers studied one night, and I slept all night. The next day, Fang Zhi Troupe decided, pretending not to understand, and collectively accompanied the little sister into the yamen to give in a circle of "you pay more attention, take more care", and safely left the yamen. I have only acted in this play once, and I was extremely impressed, and it became a weak life parameter for me to play the image of a maid, a private doorhead, and an outer chamber that was persecuted by the dark forces of the old society in the future.
"When I was a child, I was a little squinty eye, black charcoal strips, and yellow hair. When Fang Cheng painted me when I was a child, he beautified me."
During the "Cultural Revolution", I was dragged back from the Shanghai Writers Association to the Shanghai Film Factory (Tianma Factory), my history is too simple, I can't find out anything in the end, but the number of times I have been transferred to the outside world is among the best, there are sixty-six cases of "Huang Zong" alone, and the famous American photographer James Huang is also pulled as my brother - "reactionary overseas relations", I deny it and do not listen, I can only say: "The Huang family is a big family..."
"Reactionary family!!" The rebels yelled at the case.
I choked: "... I mean numbers. I also only know my sisters and brothers from the perspective of 'family'; if the people you investigate, if their ancestral home is Ruian, Wenzhou, Zhejiang, the elder may be my brother and sister who are out of or out of five clothes, and the younger ones may be younger siblings, what they are doing and what they do, I really can't tell. ”
"When you were acting in Tianjin Daguang, was the front desk manager arrested by the Japanese gendarmes?"
I thought to myself: "... Backstage acting... There are things that the front desk arrests people, or plays the same stage people who do not know where to go, that is, which time is the real thing, which time is the plot of the play, I don't know. Unless it is really the muzzle of the gun against my heart, not the prop pistol; unless I myself am really beaten, not backstage effects, I can't figure out what is the real thing, which is the drama, which I have fantasized. ”
"Hello cunning! Honestly! ”
"Be honest. When it comes to the political history of others, you had better find someone who understands it, and find the person who was in charge at that time to make an external adjustment. ”
All my life, I can't tell the truth from the fake, nicknamed "Little Confused", the real thing is also a drama, when the plot in the novel to "act". One evening in the winter of the year when I was twelve or thirteen years old, my eldest brother's Yenching University classmate Brother Almond came to my house at No. 2 Shudri, Tianjin, holding in his palm a finger-wide note written by my eldest brother, probably ready to swallow it. As soon as my mother and I looked at the crooked "brother body" on this crumpled note, we understood that Brother Almond was going to hide in my house for a while, when the Japanese were searching everywhere for anti-Japanese youths.
In the evening, I quietly led Brother Almond to the roof platform on the second floor, and while I was collecting my clothes, I told him: "Stepping over the wooden railing, in the third place lives the seventh aunt of Rui Xiang Meng's treasurer, sister yao, who is born and is a good person... Number four is... Number five is... At the end of the alley, there are big wolf dogs in the big mansion with the fence wall, which is a dead end..." My mother and the loyal servant Old Mother Zhang opened the door of the boudoir of the eldest sister who was married to let him live, and did not dare to make a stove in that house, nor did she let him light the headlights at night.
Brother Almond reads in the sister's house during the day, and PingHei often stays in the big house where my mother and children live together, sometimes tutoring us with our homework, helping me solve the chicken and rabbit cage that made my arithmetic score begin to decline, and helping me to support the line when I winded the fleece line. After ten days, Brother Almond was going out, and the mother instructed: "Don't come back to eat, don't do it." "When Brother Almond came back for dinner, he told us he was leaving tomorrow, and we didn't ask him where he was going. He's gone. Decades later, the rebels came to the outside world and spoke tianjin dialect: "Are you related to the great traitor Lou Ping' in '?'" ”
"Lou-Ping——? Which troupe is it? Is it playing a small student? ”
"Stop acting, he's not singing at all. After he was arrested, he became a traitor and mixed into the Jidong guerrillas, will you not know?! ”
"I had planned to defect to the Jidong guerrillas, but I didn't know or hear of Lou Ping." "You are honest, we still remember that you have stayed in tianjin; you are not honest, the evidence is in our hands!" Write an account!! ”
I thought about the horns, lizi, and dragon sets of the troupe I had stayed in, and I couldn't think of a Lou Ping, so I had to say, "I only want to come up with Chen Ping, and I have played the emperor..."
"Whoever is talking to you about the Emperor will be in that set, you see!"
With a "snap", a four-inch half-body photo was thrown in front of me, and I glanced at it: "Oh, this is a big almond!" ”
"What a peach, a persimmon and a big turnip!" Tell me what your relationship is with him?! ”
I honestly confessed: "The scientific name of the big almond is Tao Sheng, because the face is born like an almond, nicknamed the big almond, I call him brother almond, about the winter of a certain year... I hid it in my house for half a month..."
Huang Zongying stepped onto the drama stage at the age of fifteen, because of the early death of his father, the fall of the family, the life of the orphan and widowed mother was miserable, zongying was young all day long to do the dream of raising a family and filial piety for his brother to go to school. The picture shows nineteen-year-old Huang Zongying, photographed in the Liangyou Photo Studio in 1943.
"Gone?" "Gone."
"Sign and stamp."
I signed: "I don't have a stamp." ”
They took out the color box: "Press the handprint." ”
"I'm not a prisoner."
"Tell you to press, you press!"
I wonder which play this is, and I awkwardly used my index finger to dig up the mud and press a stack of red.
Later, after the Cultural Revolution, I learned that in the winter of that year, Tao Shengchu connected with an underground party in North China and went to the Jidong guerrillas, and after liberation, he became the vice president of Nankai University. During the "movement", his political history was "unclear" for half a month, and it was said that he entered the Japanese gendarmerie headquarters in Tianjin and then mixed in with the guerrillas after surrendering... God, fortunately, I was still alive at that time, and my mother and old Zhang Mama had long been separated by yin and yang, if it were not for my account and his account, his "half a month" would never be cleared. It's a dream of life.
It is my various experiences since I was a child, such as drama and dreams, that I always make it impossible to distinguish between plays, dreams, and life. I fell in love for the first time at the age of seventeen, and I was ready to cross the Beijing Xiangshan mountain together to go to the guerrillas after marriage, but the groom suddenly fell ill, and was reluctantly helped to perform the "fainting" ceremony, so I lived in his uncle's house as a doctor on Shituoma Street, and I lived in my aunt's house. Eighteen days later, late at night, the groom fell asleep in the hospital room of Yangshi Avenue Hospital. My sister and I took shifts to guard, my sister slept in a chair, I had a needle without a needle knitting gloves to support the spirit, listening to the patient sleep very deeply, exhaling a sound longer than a sound, I think he slept soundly, but the sister suddenly ran out of the ward, and suddenly, there was a coughing sound in the patient's throat, and more suddenly, everything was still. The doctor arrived. The nurse covered him with a sheet, and I didn't believe he was dead. He said, "Doctor, it's phlegm, let him cough up phlegm!" But the nurse had wrapped his head and feet around him, and seeing that I was so young and stupid, the nurse wiped away her tears, and when I followed the mobile car to the morgue, I cried: "He will be cold, he will be cold..."
The next day, the groom had been dressed up and was lying in the coffin in full costume, and I understood why my mother-in-law and uncle had not appeared for many days. With the sound of mourning, the coffin was carried up the fragrant mountain, stopped for half a moment in the north house of the small courtyard with seedless dates, blew and beat, and then lifted the bar to the princess's grave and buried it. The barmen and musicians ate pine-branched roast meat, drank wine, shouted and fist-punched, more dramatic than drama, and never dreamed of it. My mother-in-law persuaded me to believe in Christianity and go to the women's Bible study class next door and dedicate myself to the Lord; every morning, my mother-in-law took me to morning prayer, and the female believers cried out to the heavens, and I learned to sing hymns:
I have heard the Risen Savior often say, "Oh, follow me, follow me, follow me."
I couldn't follow it, but I went up the mountain with John Christophe every day and read it according to the rock pine. Later, Dai Yun, an underground communist party member, and Lin Baoling, a Kuomintang intelligence officer, came to Xiangshan to pick me up and take me back to Shanghai to act. I prostrated myself to say goodbye to my mother-in-law, and the pious mother-in-law took me to the home of the respected Pastor Song to say goodbye. Pastor Song was lying in bed with a serious illness and dying, and he prayed for me and said to me, "Poor child, why are you taking the road of destruction?" ”
...... Do you want to continue writing "The Road of Destruction"? Pause.
My troupe, my studio, my magazine, have been destroyed again and again, survived, destroyed, and reborn like a phoenix... My good brothers and sisters, we live forever in our literature and art.
to be continued. It is not difficult to say whether it continues or not.
October 4, 1994
Shanghai Xinkang Garden Apartment
This article is excerpted from "Selling Art Huang Jia" and has been authorized by the publishing house to publish.
Author 丨 Huang Zongying
Editor 丨 Zhang Ting
Introduction Proofreading 丨 Liu Jun