Text/Nanchang Xiongming
It rained in the beginning of winter, stayed at home, listened to Peking Opera, and watched a video of "Farewell to the Army" and "Wujia Slope". The suffering of the characters in the play and the superb performances of the actors, every move, every word, all teach people to break their hearts and intestines, and tears roll down from their eyes like beads with broken threads... I remember that Fei Xiang has a song called "How Do I Cry", which really wrote it to my heart-
I wanted to hold back my tears
But he couldn't hold back his grief
Before I knew it, tears had come to my heart...
"Farewell to the Army" and "Wujia Po" are both bitter dramas, I can't bear to look at them directly, but I can't stop them. The daughter of the prime minister, fell in love with the beggar Hualang Xue Pinggui, and since then she has been unswerving, broke with her father, was willing to suffer poverty, and spent 18 years in the cold kiln. It's a pity that the current men and women, let alone 18 years apart, even if they are separated for 18 months, I'm afraid they can't keep it.
I'm ashamed to say that I'm always so fragile, easy to be sentimental, can't see the miserable and tragic relatives of the world, and always substitutes myself into the protagonist of suffering to create a catastrophe.
In the dead of night, I often reflect on myself. Half a life of ups and downs, how difficult it was when I was a child, maybe it was the root cause that I was always too soft-hearted and carried all the problems by myself. A bowl of tea in the rivers and lakes, each of them drank it and climbed it separately. Why do I have such a weak heart?
It is said that Lin Daiyu is a pearl fairy grass descending to earth, and she uses her life's tears to repay the irrigation of Shenying's attendants, so she is often nostalgic, and tears are rolling. Unfortunately, we are also soft-hearted by nature, so much so that we cry when we hear sad songs, and cry when we read lamentations. From the Yuefu poems of the Han and Wei dynasties all the way down, until Lin Juemin's "Book with His Wife", Yuan Mei's "Sacrifice to the Sister" and so on, I can't help but feel sad, sigh, and roll down tears.
I don't know who I was in my previous life? Why did you come in this life? In this world where the cold and cold hurt each other, even if the tears are dry, what is the use? All living beings are creating illusions, each with its own fate, who will save whom?
It is not so much that I feel sad because of the suffering of the people in the play and the observation of myself, but rather that the old Peking Opera artists have profound skills and strong artistic appeal. In particular, the creator of the script is close to life, close to the people, and very cleverly implants the concept of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism into the plot, through the shaping of the characters in the play, the ups and downs of the plot, so that the audience can arouse great emotional resonance after watching the performance, rejoice, be crazy, sad and cry, share the joys and sorrows with the characters in the play, and the ups and downs with the development of the plot!
For example, "Shiro Visits His Mother, Sits in the Palace", "Chopping the Scripture Hall, Princess Xian Wants to Kneel and Cry", "Two Entering the Palace, Three People Singing", "Suolin Bag: Wind and Rain Storm Outside the Spring and Autumn Court", etc., are too numerous to mention, through the shaping of the female protagonist's good conduct, the melody is resonant, and the plot is unforgettable, implying the implication of educating the people, and leading people's hearts to the bright realm of truth, goodness and beauty.
It's a pity that there are very few masterpieces in the current literary and artistic creation that can really penetrate into the hearts of the people, move the hearts of the people, and guide the hearts of the people.
The scenery of the world, the shadow of the past, have become gossip and talk after dinner. I write characters, abandon the false and empty, and reject the same thing. Pay attention to the direct view of life, listen to the words of the heart, talk about the experience of life, and restore the heroic envoys of all kinds of people in the world in that year and month... Restore the flesh and blood, crying and laughing living beings! Undertake to write personal biographies and family histories.
Nanchang Xiong Ming, the mud man, really lonely. Writer. Independent cultural observer. Calligraphy researcher.