One unending night, I staggered through the streets of the city, a long-lost noise trembling in the air, far away, faint, as if nothing. I stopped and escaped from the street lamp into the bushes to listen with bated breath, but I heard nothing. Returning from the corridor again, flowing into the flow of people coming and going, strangely, the movement appeared again, vague and clear, strange and familiar, as if in the next world and in front of the eyes. I no longer hesitated, and without turning my head, I hurried in the direction where the movement was coming. I was sure of my feelings, that pair of magical drumsticks, really beating my heartstrings again!
When I was a child, the mixing and playing in the first month of the hometown was very lively. The Boshan gong and drum is the prelude to the upcoming appearance of the mixing team. Whether it is the stilts of the carpentry factory, the dry boat of Li Jiayao, the car lights of the cross road, the core of the three yuan, the dragon lamp of Xizhai, there must be a decent gong and drum team head to open the way, it is the front honor guard, and the army is sharp. It seems that the content of the back and the level of acting skills are no longer important. The behavior and treatment of this team are different, and the spirit of each member is not unusual. Just after the Spring Festival, the gongs and drums took their belongings to the streets to practice the coordination of the drums. Inside Boshan City, the sound of gongs and drums in all directions rose and fell, stirring the hearts of every child. After the tenth day of the first month of the new month, the mixing team began to walk the streets and alleys one after another to show their ability. If the two teams meet in a narrow way, I'm sorry, I have to listen to their respective gongs and drums, distinguish between a winner and a loser, the weaker side, take the initiative to give way to the big road, ask the other party to go first, stand up straight, and watch the other party's instrument Yu Xuanang leave. Today, I have succumbed to weakness, and when I go back at night, I will redouble my practice and make up for what I am not as good as others. The next day, I returned to the class, working and working, and silently reciting drum scores, memory instruments and articulations. Even if the car blinds a crankshaft and pours a pot of molten iron into the trough, the workshop director will sleep with the owl — open and close. The next night, the stubble was alive, and after holding back his confidence, he went to the street to compete, and maybe he could win back the defeat, and the residents of a village were not pleased. You and I did not give in to each other for several days, but they did not count, and the decisive game was on the night of the fifteenth day of the first month. If the road is narrow, the two teams that are most reluctant to meet meet meet in a narrow road, they have to harden their scalps and use the drum to spell out a you and me, I have seen that formation, two gongs and drums tit-for-tat, that is called the face drum opposite the gong. On the periphery is a charcoal meteor flying on the head of the person, and then inside is the martial arts master's horse fork and three-section stick performance, playing a field, so that the two sides gongs and drums to decide a male and female. The two armies were in a difficult position to compete against each other for a while. Suddenly smashed up the "rapid wind", the big and small family Shi DongCang qi ming glued into a pot of sticky porridge, still do not give in to each other, like a medieval gladiatorial fight, you cut my life door, I tightened your throat, just to see who will have even a slight missing hand at the time of a thousand gunshots, if not which side also has a killer skill, it depends on which side can not insist at the earliest, once it is lost, then the opportunity to make a comeback will have to wait until the next year. Valuable is valuable in the natural complacentity of winning, but the loser will never be angry, do the villain action despicable trick to pinch the loss to the other party to eat, it will never happen. This year is so long and precious. They temporarily put an end to the banner, tried their guts on the back, and secretly slept with horses and soldiers, intending to one day use their strength to regain the honor and dignity of one village and one factory. The next year does not wait for the Spring Festival to come, look, they are the most stubborn and good at war. This is the righteous heart and majestic spirit of the mountain people in their hometown. Only such a mood can smash the boshan gong and drum. Only such a gong and drum nourishes the masculinity of the people in the hometown. Familiar with the rhythm and rhythm of the gongs and drums in my hometown, every year and every year, it is always my most ardent expectation in the first month, even if the first gong and drum are smashed in the distance, the thin and extremely sensitive strings on my young mind are strongly impacted, and it is difficult to relax in a first month. Decades have passed, and now on the streets of the first month of the hometown, you can no longer see the scenery of the empty alleys of the family when you were a child, and you accidentally see several sets of flower lanterns by the river, and occasionally a few floats with horns pass by, which is just a decoration that is better than nothing in the festival. The younger generation has diverted their taste of life, the times have provided them with more choices of entertainment, they are getting farther and farther away from the drum beat of the gong and drum, only those who have been hit by the strong sound of the gong and drum have still retained the endless aftersound.
Sure enough, five miles south, there was a park, and in one corner of the park there were six or seven busy people, banging gongs and drums in the heat. Look at the drummers, the gongs, the cymbals, the cymbals, the solemnity of their faces. They work closely together, the rhythm is like thunder and lightning when the rhythm is fast, and the snow drifts in the Hirakawa When the rhythm is slow. Although their cooperation is not very tacit, their voices are not yet sticky, but to me, it is already kind enough. This kind drum beat, but did not make the passers-by have a moment to stop, old and young men and women, attracted by this drum sound, just look sideways, seem to feel that there is nothing to see, and then stroll away. Those seven or eight busy people, who were busy there, refused to relax at all, and all of them half squinted, and the muscles on their cheeks shook violently because of the tense smashing action, and the obsessive expression, the confused eyes, were like letting their own souls drift in the river of undulating and sonorous melodies, doing a getaway in the country of escape.
Yes, yes, the authentic Boshan jiashi, the authentic Boshan drum, do not ask, not Boshan people, this gong and drum will not be smashed so invested. Taking advantage of the opportunity of resting among them, they went forward to inquire, and sure enough, they were all from their hometowns, all of whom were in their fifties or sixties, and some were job transfers, leaving the mountain city, and becoming immigrants in the second half of their lives. Some children go into the city, have children, and when grandpas run to see their children. Life in the city is good, high-rise buildings, wide roads, shopping malls next to each other, three steps a supermarket, the days are long, for a long time can not blow the cool and fluttering mountain wind, can not drink sweet spring water, can not sleep in the lacquer brown bed, can not climb the rugged roof of the mountain road, the bones of the body are not good, the hands and feet are idle itchy, fall down to sleep, get up and sleepy, the tongue is thick, the blood pressure is rising, the tea is not drunk or fragrant. Several Boshan people gathered their heads together, and each one felt the same way. Some people suggested that a set of Boshan gongs and drums be smashed and smashed. This smash, but also really spirit, everyone found the feeling of youth, so the team grew stronger, a week only need to take out a day, knock the warehouse for an hour or two, the remaining five or six days, you see, steamed buns a meal, leading the granddaughter to run around the street, the grandson lifted to the sky and giggled, live out of a change of appearance, needless to say back to Boshan can run to the small top, even if you go to Mount Taishan, from the day to the top of the door, I am afraid that it is not a word.
Nowadays, whenever I hear the sound of this gong and drum, I think that when everyone is old, for the old people of Boshan, it is good to have Boshan gongs and drums!