Ding Xiaoqi/Wen
When I was a child, I didn't send kindergarten, and when my mother was out, no one took care of me, so I locked the door, hung the key around my neck, and sat on the threshold to watch the house. The neighbors who passed by smiled and said to me: No one can carry your door.
Later, Uncle Nine brought back a phoenix violin, and I put it on a big stool and sat on a small stool to play the piano. With the piano accompanying me, my guts were strengthened, and the door did not need to be locked. I played the phoenix piano with a loud bang, and behind it was the open door of the house, and the courtyard of the black hole cave was empty. Now I think it is quite similar to Zhuge Liang's empty city plan. A child, what an empty city plan, but this position may also be able to scare outsiders, there must be adults in the family. That's it, a shot is half a day. Any song that can be sung can be played on the piano. If you can't sing a song, you can also try to play it. That phoenix was my earliest musical initiation teacher.
It was always blue and the days were too slow. When the sun first came out, the old jujube tree in front of the house was illuminated, and the trivial jujube leaves seemed to be coated with wax in the sun, shiny with oil, and the breeze blew and made a crackling sound. Shrouded in greenery, there is some coolness in the summer.
Before the evening came, I used to scoop a basin of water from the zhai river, sprinkle the courtyard, clean the doors and windows, and then spread out the reed mat and sit on the ground, waiting for my mother to return. Sometimes I wait too long and lie down and fall asleep before I know it.
Occasionally, my grandmother would come up gently and look at me, lonely and independent. I don't usually talk much to her. She is very particular, combing Song Qingling's oily bun, broad forehead, square face, and a red Erlong play bead mole in the heart of her eyebrow. Her sheets and quilts were washed with a batter, and the snow was hard and hard, and no children were allowed to touch them. She was like a washed sheet, somewhat blunt and not very friendly.
My mother would wake me up when she made dinner, and I used to sleep on the reed mat for a long time, and my eyes were covered with, and my mother said to me while scrubbing with water, Come back and get up to eat. Big, that is, big brother, when I was a child, when I couldn't speak clearly, I called big brother big. The eldest brother, I was nearly twenty years old, and when I was born, he graduated from college, bought a basket of eggs for the first month's salary, and confined his mother.
The eldest brother has his own special study, he writes a good book, draws a good landscape, but he is a music student, the wall is hung with a variety of musical instruments, erhu, pipa, yueqin, Zhongruan, flute, flute and so on. I still can't play those instruments, and I like the phoenix piano that my uncle gave me, that is, the toy piano, but it completed all my musical initiation.
One day, I went to visit my father, who was re-educated by poor and lower-middle-class peasants in the countryside five miles away. My father took my arm, and we walked side by side, singing "On the Songhua River", and my father's high-pitched voice sang "Nine-one-eight, nine-one-eight, in that miserable time...". At that time, I didn't know 9/18 yet, but in my father's singing, I cried. My father picked me up and rode me around his neck and continued walking back.
On summer nights, when my father came home, he would take off the door panel and put his head on the threshold to make a slide, and he would lie on the door panel to admire the stars and the moon. In the era when there were no electric fans and no air conditioners, the night wind would gently blow from under the date trees.
His father studied vocal music, his teacher Zhao Zipei of Henan University, and his teacher's ancestor was Feng Zikai, who returned from studying in Japan to carry out the school music movement. But I hardly ever heard him sing throughout my childhood. He went to the countryside and went to college again.
In my childhood, fortunately there was that phoenix piano, fortunately there were many children in every family at that time, fortunately, there were not many people who stole children at that time... fortunately......
Ding Xiaoqi wrote to June 1st
June 31, 2021