In late July, a friend from Taiyuan, Shanxi Province, called and said that he was going to drive his whole family to Zhongmu to watch "Only Henan", completely ignoring the epidemic and torrential rain in Zhengzhou, "shocking and subverting." It's a shame you're so close not to come and see. "After reading the message he left me, what kind of performance can make my friend who is quite accomplished in art have such an emotion, which aroused my deep curiosity." Well, I'll take the time to go. ”
Finally, everything was arranged before the children started school, and the whole family went to see the show. But the child has no enthusiasm at all, I heard that I went for two days, it is even more soft and hard to resist not wanting to go, see my attitude is resolute, just tell me whether the conditions can allow her to play mobile phone outside, do not go in to see, I immediately agreed to it, thinking, bear child, let you feel the art, but you push three blocks, really underwhelming.
As soon as we entered the theater, a hundred acres of cornfield were presented to us, the green corn was half a person tall, the spray water seemed to be in a fairyland, and the heat and anxiety were all blocked out. Through the thick loess walls of the cornfield, written with the names of henan counties, these loesses are transported from all over the world, I found the name of my hometown on the wall, Dengfeng, Xinmi. A sense of intimacy arises. This is the homeland where I was born and raised.
The entry experience is very good, suddenly full of expectations for the repertoire, what kind of repertoire can make me subvert it?
Friends told me that three big dramas must be seen, and 18 small dramas were watched at will according to their own time. The time of the big drama is still early, let's watch a small drama first. "Waiting Hall". This randomly picked a small drama, originally thought to be a plate of appetizers to pass the time, which knows the opening, "sound", "light", "electricity" and "painting" all at once, suddenly let me immerse myself in the Republic of China period of the station. Stored items slowly flowed in front of my eyes, phones, suitcases, crutches, cans, bicycles, Western lamps... Suddenly a costume came into my eyelids: a young and beautiful fifteen or sixteen girl, holding a costume in her hand, came to the station to catch up with her brother, wanted her brother to continue to wear this costume to learn drama from her father, but the brother was outside, did not want to learn drama from the master, the little master sister begged for fruitlessness, and finally chose to let go, a pair of lovers have been separated from each other. In this way, the little master sister obeyed this play and waited until she was thirty years old, from thirty to fifty, from fifty to sixty, from sixty to eighty... I sat downstage, just like this looked at this young girl, with the passage of time in a little change, the green silk turned white, the waist of the graceful woman became thicker, the smooth face had wrinkles, the upright posture was stooped, how many sleepless nights she was crying silently, how many years she was waiting desperately, and when her life was about to dry, she came to the station with this costume and solemnly stored it here, because this place was the last place where she and her brother met, and she had to reunite with her brother here in her dreams. Her voice was so calm when she answered the caretaker, because she was sure in her heart that her brother would come back. As time and the scene changes, so does the character in front of you. I don't know when the tears have long flowed, behind a costume is a poignant love story, this story has sixty years, carrying a woman's life, but the story is not over, its purity and steadfastness continue and stir in my heart... Suddenly, I had a sense of awe for anything in heaven and earth, the cypress tree that had a 4500-year-old cypress tree in Songyang Academy, the ginkgo tree that was 1500 years old in the Shaolin Temple, and the four big iron people who weighed 3 tons that had stood in the Zhongyue Temple for nearly a thousand years had spirituality in me, what kind of moving stories had they personally experienced?
The tearful eyes were waiting for the big drama. The 360-degree circular theater has no seats and is all standing to watch. It was pitch black, and two staff members were just standing in the middle of the crowd holding signs that read, "Please turn off your phone and mute the flash." The audience is all in the room, there is no stage, what about this play? Thriller? I was terrified and expectant. I was in a hurry to find the child, who knew that she sat on the ground and waited easily. Yes, it's drama, it's all fake, I'm too into the drama.
Suddenly there was a tension in the field, the original black painted circular skeleton wall suddenly under the action of light, emitted a strange brilliance, a variety of graphics of various colors correspondingly, a figure suddenly appeared in the wall and began to speak, oh, now understand that the stage is this circular wall, the actors perform inside the wall, the audience can follow the actors to look in circles, this imagination is really cattle. The story tells the story of a pair of brothers who have a deep love, the younger brother Li Eighteen was raised by his brother Li ShiYi with hard work, and in the blink of an eye, in 1942, the Great Famine in Henan, starved to death 3 million hungry people. The roots of the grass were eaten by the peasants, the bark of the trees was nibbled away, and the hungry people began to eat the soil... Where is the food? Train station has. There is public food there. The person responsible for guarding the public grain is the station master Li Eighteen. Suddenly I was told to continue watching the show in a different place. I followed the flow of people to the next performance venue. However, all the way was full of hungry people, they were ragged, some of them were hungry and could not move on the ground and kept shouting "hungry, hungry", some were already dying, stretched out their hands to greet me, "Let's go grab food", "Go, let's go to the station", looking at their dirty faces close at hand, my heart was extremely shocked, this is not real, and I am one of the victims. I was carried to the station by a large number of victims, and I was frightened to see the huge scene of thousands of victims around me holding rice bowls for food. Seeing also that Li Shiyi had come to ask for grain "seeds" for the peasants, his younger brother, in love and law, had difficulty in choosing "giving up small righteousness and taking great righteousness" and leaving precious "seeds" for the common people in his own name. In order to let their children and grandchildren live, the elderly over 60 years old have not eaten a grain of grain and collectively jumped off the cliff to die, just to save the "seed". I watched silently as Li Eleven shot me in front of me, watching a group of old people jump off a cliff in despair and do nothing but cry silently and choke. Who am I? What are we doing? I was immersed in it, in a trance.
The "seeds" have grown up under the hard work of generations of children and grandchildren, and finally saw the endless golden wheat fields. The wheat wave is rolling, rolling, and how many people are shedding tears of happiness. In the land below the wheat wave, the little seeds were tumbling and tumbling, and many people laughed when they saw them dancing happily. The birds in the wheat field are jumping, jumping, seeing them eat and play, how happy they are. Heavy ears of wheat are flying and dancing, like how many Chinese children have been fed by the Yellow River.
The "seed" was carried by the birds to sow seeds, sow seeds, spread out of Henan, sprinkled throughout the country, and sprinkled out of the whole world. Henan is the place where the thick civilization originated, Henan as the country's grain province, year after year, with enough grain, so that the blood of Yanhuang children can continue and inherit. I am proud of Henan.
My mood is like that golden wheat wave, one will be golden, one will be fiery, one will turn over, one will roll down, the waves will be magnificent, the waves will be turbulent. Well, I admit, I was shocked, I was subverted. In this situation, I am proud that I am a Native of Henan, "giving up small righteousness and taking great righteousness." I thought I was flying for pleasure, but in fact the tears were flowing freely. I quickly touched the corner of my daughter's eyes, and although she instinctively resisted, I still felt a wet patch. "Does it look good?" I asked my daughter. "Well, it looks good. It's so good-looking. Mom, I'm going to bring my good friend to see. ”
I know that a "little seed" has been planted in my daughter's heart.
"Year after year, the past is like a cloud of smoke
Come back and go far in the sky
When you come back, you're still a teenager
Our story is based on the millennium
Golden wheat fields in the human world" The melody of the heart echoed for a long time.
It is a kind of forbearance, a kind of persistence, a kind of receipt and a hope.
Aug. 7, 2022