"Pulling a big saw, pulling a big saw, singing a big drama at the door of my grandmother, moving a girlfriend, picking up a son-in-law, and a nephew without a face also have to go..." This should be the enlightenment song of my childhood, and it was also the most popular children's song at that time.
At that time, every family had a few children, sitting on the hot kangtou in winter, there was heavy snow outside, no TV, no cartoons, and no exquisite toys. So my sister and I sat across from each other, foot to foot, hand in hand, shaking our bodies back and forth, chanting songs in our mouths, until our mother shouted for us to sleep. Now that I think about it, it is really a very scientific rhythm training, so it can be seen that the things handed down by the older generation often have wonderful connotations.
As far as I can remember, the most exciting thing is watching a big drama. The big drama at that time was actually ten model plays. "Red Lantern", "Sha Jiabang", "Wise Tiger Mountain", "Plains Combat", "Surprise Attack white tiger regiment", "Longjiang Song", "Harbor", "Red Girl Scout Army", "Cuckoo Mountain", "White Haired Girl" these ten plays. Later, people will recall that at that time, they would say with sarcasm, that it was ten plays for a billion people. Nevertheless, after all, they have left a thick or light drama plot in our childhood memories.
Our family lived on the edge of the town, in today's terms, the so-called urban-rural junction. The county bureau was on the street less than a kilometer from my house. Spring winds often hear the sound of gongs and drums and the high pitch of the female horns. And the place where my sister and I spent the most time after school was the troupe compound, and we both had fried peanuts or soybeans in our pockets, watching the actors lazily in and out, just as excited as the fans are now chasing stars.
Because we went a lot, we gradually became acquainted with those "Li Tiemei" and "Sha Grandma", who sometimes combed our pigtails and tied bows on our heads with some red silk strips that made props, so we were so beautiful that we refused to let my mother comb her hair again for a few days.
"Sha Jiabang" has a doctor who sees a doctor, played by a handsome young man, we are especially willing to see him appear, probably because he is an underground worker, there are very few scenes, but Ah Qing sister-in-law is also an underground worker, why always sing there? The strange thoughts of the time have always remained in my mind. The beautiful woman who plays "Ah Qing Sister-in-law" rarely pays attention to us, she is very beautiful, in the current words, it should be a very good temperament, others have long or short bangs, but she does not, the bright white brain door flashes soft light in the sun, in and out with pride, so in my heart there is a word - sacred and inviolable. But this is the sentence we use most in our essays at that time to describe the territory of the motherland.
Then one day, when she saw a scruffy man dragging an equally scruffy boy to find "Ah Qing's sister-in-law", and the arrogant one was engaged in the famous battle with the "chief of staff" and "Commander Hu", she came down to the man and took out a bunch of keys and gave it to him, and said something like asking him to buy cabbage, and wiped the child's nose with her hand. I hadn't been to the theater for a few days, and I felt a vague discomfort in my heart.
The child's heart is like a cloud in the sky, and soon it will be gone without a trace. My sister and I lingered in the compound with our school bags.
(ii)
After the big brother who played "Secretary Cheng" ate our fried peanuts a few times, he decided to take us to the theater. That was the first time I entered the county "People's Theater.". "Secretary Cheng" asked us to follow him through the small door on the side before cutting the ticket. My sister and I took his hand tightly one by one, and entered the theater with great glory and extreme nervousness. At that time, I felt that now there were basically only four big words left: "golden splendor". The big brother pressed us both to two seats and then went backstage to put on makeup, and we both had a feeling of loneliness and helplessness. When I watched the play that day, I was afraid that someone would come to check the tickets, and I was nervous, and then I gradually fell asleep on the chair. When we woke up, all the actors were closing the curtain, and we were confused and clapping with everyone. Out of the theater, it was almost dark and overcast, so I took my sister's hand and ran quickly home.
When I went to junior high school, I rarely ran to the troupe compound, one was that I grew up, a little embarrassed, and the other was that I had more homework, and the teachers and parents kept putting pressure on learning, and there was no idle play. Once I met my big brother on the street, he was very happy to tell me that the troupe could rehearse costume plays, he played Fahai in "The Legend of the White Snake", I promised him to go to see it when he was performing, I didn't know what was delayed, I never saw him as Fahai played.
My parents never bought tickets to see sample plays, and certainly didn't take us with them. In their eyes, it is not called drama. I know that the drama they are talking about is something called a cow ghost snake god in the newspaper.
My father was a primary school teacher, tall and tall, loved to play basketball, could pull Jinghu, and also loved to listen to Peking Opera, he said that drama is for listening, not watching. He himself said that he could sing the whole book of "Dragon and Phoenix Chengxiang". What I listened to the most was that he sang the passage "Persuade Chitose" after drinking two or two pieces of liquor, "Persuade Chitose to kill the word and take a break, listen to the old minister from the beginning to explain the root cause..." It was really a feeling of slow singing, singing three sighs at a time. He also loved to sing "The Lone King was drunk in the Peach Blossom Palace... At that moment, he seemed to have forgotten that he was just an elementary school teacher, and perhaps thought that several of our children were his subjects.
My mother also liked drama, but her favorite was the Jin opera, that is, Shanxi Zizi. Geographically located in our town, it is at the junction of Hebei and Shanxi, and all the habits, including food and living culture, are both characteristic of the two provinces. Opera alone has a variety of local cultural characteristics such as Hebei Zizi, Shanxi Zizi, Peking Opera, Two People Carrying, Two People Turning, etc.
My mother loved to listen to the play, but rarely sang it. Often the family celebrates the festival, there are good dishes, the father drinks wine, and then the mother does not want the mother to do housework, the family sits around the kang, the charcoal in the brazier is red, and listens to the father singing. Of course, the door should be closed and the curtains should be tightened. After a while, the brothers would get some corn and potatoes and roast them on fire. From time to time, his father smeared some rosin on the squeaky Jinghu, and when he sang to the end, he asked his mother to play for him. They have sung "Hit the Golden Branch", "Ganlu Temple", "Catch and Release Cao" and so on, and the best cooperation is "Sitting Palace". Sometimes the mother could not remember the words of the play, so she smiled and refused to accept it, and the father would sing it alone with great regret.
Ten years ago, my father died of illness, and since then my mother has rarely listened to the drama, and the year before my mother's eightieth birthday, I bought her a new mobile phone. Unfortunately, she couldn't hear well, and it was difficult to listen, only to flip through the videos and watch them over and over again.
(iii)
More than ten years have passed in the blink of an eye. It is no longer my parents who accompany me day and night, but my husband, who is said to be able to entrust himself with life. He didn't like to listen to the play, and he didn't have time to sit down and listen to the play calmly. He wanted to figure out how to make more money, how to help others and how to let others help him, and the two of us didn't have a chance to have dinner together several times a week, and we didn't have the opportunity to sit together and watch TV, and even if we had such opportunities, there were almost no programs that both of us liked.
Life is like this, busy and ordinary, but it must be lived every day. When we met, we said the most tedious but indispensable things: the child's learning has regressed, whether to change schools; what problems are there in the decoration of the house, who goes to negotiate; whether the car is bought or not, whether there is any need; relatives in the hometown come to treat the disease, they have to contact the doctor, they want to entertain; his niece and my nephew are going to get married, how much money to give... It is these things that have nothing to do with romance that fill our family life, like bubbles, the more stirred, the more space they occupy, so that there is less and less space left for both of us.
When I was young, I was not convinced, and tried to get out of this kind of day, but the result was that "thousands of mountains and rivers have passed, and it turns out that you are still here", and life is calmly waiting for us to realize, and finally come back. From then on, I understood that life was the way it was.
In exchange for age, it is very helpless to be satisfied, so it is no longer extravagant. In the first month of last year, the Beijing Opera House came to this performance, I booked two tickets early, my husband heard it, he was very nervous, and then he saw me and my girlfriend clean up and go together to "watch the big drama", only to put my heart back in my stomach and say flatteringly: Look back, I will invite you to dinner.
In fact, love does not have to be tied together, especially not to impose your own habits and interests on others, to find fun for yourself, to get what you want, and it is not a harmony.
I want to drive the original is so simple, I drink my coffee he drinks his tea, he plays his mahjong I put on my net, he watches cross-talk sketches and laughs, I read romance novels with tears in my eyes, he has a social need for me to attend when I no longer refuse, you can also push the cup with his boss brother to change cups, and he can also drive to meet my little vanity when I return late.
A girlfriend once asked me curiously, how can you not care about anyone, and I said: We think this is very good. On the last Saturday, we had a large-scale power outage here, and it happened that neither of us had a night out, and I decided to light a candle to make dumplings, he mixed the stuffing, I and the noodles, he rolled the skin, I wrapped, maybe the scene of the lack of electricity evoked the memories of his youth, he suddenly remembered many revolutionary songs and model plays, just like one song after another, one song after another, when the dumplings in the pot boiled, a bright light, called. At the same time, the phone rang: three missing one, come on!
Life was back on its daily track, and I looked at the table full of dumplings and knew I was going to eat it myself for a few more days. Zhang Huoding's "Wangjiang Pavilion" in the computer is still so good, pouring a glass of red wine, there is no loneliness and sorrow.