The author | Zhu Yuqing
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After the fall of the British Concession, the Japanese and puppet authorities managed the people and used the armor system. The first step of cultural aggression was to sell radios (i.e., radios) at a very cheap price, and the chief of armor was responsible for selling them to households.
My father loves to listen to Peking Opera and cross-talk, and his family collects several boxes of records (stand-up bakelite records for suitcases), Ma Lianliang, Yu Shuyan, Tan Xinpei, Mei Lanfang, Cheng Yanqiu... Zhang Shouchen, small mushrooms... Wait for the famous characters to be played with a hand-cranked record player.
My two brothers and I often put it out to listen, and some cross-talk passages can be memorized and learned Shandong dialect "Well... I snow (say) little stupid (little guy)..." We laughed happily as we listened and learned.
Buying a radio, a good thing I never dreamed of, made my children very excited, and at that time, people with good economies did not have "home appliances". Little Japan's move, losing, invisibly "enhanced" Chinese's scientific and technological awareness, but it was crooked.
When my father came home from work, he lay on the bed and rested, listening to Peking Opera, cross-talk, and book commentary. The radio was placed at the head of my father's bed, because I always accompanied my father, took care of him, and loved to listen to him talk about the past and the present, and at the same time listen to the programs played on the radio.
The brothers didn't like to hang out with their fathers, so they rarely had the opportunity to listen to the radio. The little brother saved an ore radio by himself, and he could hear some unexpected news, but the noise was too strong, and the brother listened with bated breath and enjoyed himself. Soon, however, the Japanese and the pseudo-Japanese strictly forbade the establishment of their own radio stations, and the ore was also guilty.
Ore Radio | Net diagram
Diagnosed with hilar lymph node, I was on leave from school for a year and stayed at home, listening to the radio more during the day. I love listening to music, crosstalk, drums.
There is a singer named Wang Peichen who sings the big drum of the music pavilion, I heard that the age is Xu Niang is half old, she is very smart, not tender, simply sing the tone of the big drum lazily and procrastinatingly, but also has a special "taste", known as "vinegar slip drum".
Wang Peichen | Net diagram
There are more actors who speak cross-talk and sing big drums, and as long as they do not die and live to the new Chinese period, they can become artists.
There are many advertisements in the middle of the program, and it is annoying to listen to, what "food accumulation, milk accumulation, big belly accumulation..." what "specializes in the treatment of psoriasis, diarrhea, diarrhea, leprosy..." and so on, which have no aesthetic sense, so many diseases make the audience have a great sense of fear and nausea about how human beings can live normally.
There are many passages on the book review and allegro, allegro, all kinds of things, yangchun white snow, and the people of Xia Riba. Single-string brand music, is the door of elegance in all kinds of music art, not only is art, but also a beautiful article, I heard that the authors are mostly people with deep literary attainments, they love music art, keen to write lyrics for artists, not only express personal text feelings, but also present a pleasant chant, so that elegant and popular appreciation, the public loves.
There is also a radio program that the citizens love to listen to, Teacher Sun Jingxiu tells stories, his very soft and kind tone, which is unforgettable to generations of Chinese children, and the story content is summarized as a moral chapter about human nature.
Sun Jingxiu | Net diagram
Music programs don't have much broadcast time, and the song content can be roughly divided into three types:
The main ones are popular songs, mostly from the isolated island of Shanghai after the fall, "He Rijun Again" and "Night Shanghai", which are all movie interludes, but its decadent style of drinking and drunkenness in this dynasty is also called a traitor song. Students are ashamed to sing such things, they are mostly popular in dance halls; like "Tianya Song Girl" and "Fishing Light Song" are popular among the public, especially the "Song of the Four Seasons", the Great Wall, the Green Yarn Tent, the Lover, and the Cotton Dress, allude to the meaning of the people's support for anti-Japanese boys.
The second is to play foreign operas, which are selected by some European classical operas, not many people understand it, I do not understand but I am curious, how can the soprano sing like a human voice? In particular, the flower cavity soprano, crisp and tactful, like a nightingale, like a cuckoo, is fascinating. But if the father heard it, he immediately ordered the change of stage.
The third is students and intellectuals who welcome literary and artistic songs.
At the beginning of the 20th century, China began to set up new schools, introducing Japanese, American and European teaching content, one of the courses is called "singing", the songs sung are selected from foreign tunes to fill in the Chinese words, such as Li Shutong's lyrics of "Farewell" using the American popular song "Dreaming of Home and Mother" tune, Nankai Middle School song using German Christmas score. Later, the songs created by the Chinese people themselves, such as the famous "Midnight Song", "Blood Song", as well as "Tianlun Song" and "Teach Me How not to Miss Him" were all popular.
As for "Manjiang Hong", "Su Wu Shepherd", "Big Knife March", "Volunteer Army March"... It was directly patriotic, and the blood and tears of the anti-Japanese salvation roared, but the radio was very cautious about it, and it would not be broadcast, but only sung by the people themselves.
Radio did play a role in disseminating knowledge and entertaining the people, but the most interesting thing is that the "Search for People" column, which is broadcast all day long, has a positive effect on becoming a liaison network for anti-Japanese underground activities. Lending the little devil ten pig brains, he could not imagine that he had made a great contribution to the underground work against the Japanese.
Anyway, I don't remember what Japanese-flavored music I heard on the radio, or what kind of ghost drama program, where there were "slits" for them to "talk", Chinese play was too delicate and rich, and their things could not be inserted at all.
The original intention of the Japanese devils in selling radios is nothing more than to carry out cultural aggression and spiritual occupation against the Chinese people, in addition to force, but these war maniacs have made a wrong calculation, and Chinese culture has a long history and is deeply rooted, can a little Japanese child shake it?
In this chaotic world, Yaohua Elementary School was still teaching the Analects, and this principal was quite great. Mo said shake, mo said import, any foreign culture, whether from the East or the West, to here, can only be absorbed, melted, this is China's charm, China's pride.
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Zhejiang Primary School is located at the north end of Hebei Road, at the junction of the British and French concessions, next to Yingkou Road.
On my way to school, I passed through the qingwang mansion of the well-known uncle Yi Li of Qing Guangxu; the garden mansion of the great eunuch Xiao Dezhang; the Western-style Ma jialou of Ma Fuxiang, the leader of the Qing Palace Janissaries, and ma Hongkui, the eldest son; the residence of Cao Kun, the leader of the warlords directly under the direct lineage and the president of the Republic of China; the garden house of President Xu Shichang; the private residence of an aunt and son of Yuan Shikai; and the courtyard of a certain person of the eight major families in Tianjin...
Qingwangfu |, No. 55 Chongqing Road Photography Li Gengxiang
The owners who are more open-minded use cast iron flower railings and granite carvings to form a transparent courtyard wall, a metal lattice gate, and a perspective on the green grass and trees in the courtyard, giving passers-by a sense of beauty and intimacy.
The high walls and barriers are strict, the black paint iron gate is closed all year round, and even the small door is rarely seen in and out, such a well-known and unknown mansion makes the primary school students who have to "fight from here and pass by every day, leave to buy road money" particularly disgusted, depressed at the same time, but also strongly curious to see the things and people inside the door.
After waiting for a long time, there was finally a new situation, not far from the school, unknown, a tall black iron door, and two white papers were pasted on both sides of the door wall, which read - "Obituary" and "Forgiveness for Not Weekly".
At first, I didn't notice the small white paper on this side, but then I saw it and didn't understand what it meant. Unexpectedly, after two days, I saw the iron door open widely.
After school, my classmates and I scrambled to look inside, and there was already a tall mat shed in the courtyard, and the crowds were very chaotic, the yard was too big, and I couldn't see anything any further. Oh, got it, there was an important person in this family who had passed away, and was handling the funeral.
This time, after growing insight, all those who put white paper at the door will open the door for more than seven days. Students who see where there is, they will release news and tell each other, so that everyone can catch up with the liveliness.
Previously, in 1938, Cao Kun died, and his house was at the intersection of present-day Luoyang Road and Nanhai Road, less than two hundred meters from Nanhai Road and Anli, where my family lived.
No. 45 Luoyang Road, Cao Kun's former residence. | Photography by Li Gengxiang
At that time, I was still young, exactly five years old, but I left a fragment of the picture memory:
I saw that the special high iron gate was separated on both sides, the inner courtyard was not very large, there was a mat shed, a huge black coffin was placed against the door, and there were many monks chanting in the courtyard, with melodious harmony, loud musical instruments, and light smoke of incense.
The most splendid was one night, I heard that it was to set off fireworks and release life, And Mama Li picked me up and stood on the side of the road opposite the Cao House waiting to see the liveliness.
Nanny Li Mama
The old monk, dressed in golden yellow and brick and red robes, led the gray-robed monks in a line, solemn and solemn, while chanting the sutra, walked out of the courtyard door, came to the middle of the road, the whole building of the Cao Mansion, around the gate, the electric light brush was lit, and the onlookers were excited.
After the monk walked in three circles, the fireworks in the middle of the circle took off, and colorful colors fell, and the strong light shone in the night sky, and the smell of gunpowder was pungent. Jump up a bunch of color pillars with a loud beam every time, put a few kicks in a row at a time, bang-pop! Bang-snap! The explosion will break out, and the crowd will erupt into a roar of applause.
At the moment when the crowd was in full swing, the male servants of the Cao Mansion brought out several large caged steamed buns, and countless small steamed buns, with the sound of high octaves of chanting, cymbals, and firecrackers, were sprinkled to the surrounding crowd and sprinkled to the beggars who had been creeping on the side of the road for a long time.
Growing up, I recalled that although I didn't understand things at that time, I felt that there was really no atmosphere of grief in that scene, but rather like a farewell feast. There is a very meaningful reason why so many voluntary send-offs gather, in addition to watching the hilarity.
Cao Kun, president of the National Congress of the Republic of China, | Net diagram
Cao Kun was born in Dagu, Tianjin, his father was a craftsman, but Cao Kun did not want to inherit his father's business, and at the age of sixteen, he went to the four townships to sell cloth. When he found out that Xiaozhan was recruiting new troops, it was the day of Cao Kunrong's life that he was first a new recruit in the training of Xiaozhan and then a pipe belt for training new recruits at Xiaozhan. In the chaos of feudal division, he then became the leader of the direct warlords.
The most famous scandal was when Cao Kun "bribed the election of members of parliament", because of the bribery, he became the fifth president of the Republic of China government, which can be said to have reached the peak of personal power desire, but his personal reputation has also fallen to a low point. However, when the July 7 Incident occurred and the Japanese invited him to come forward to form a puppet government, he firmly refused.
In order to ascend to the highest ruling position, a person who does not hesitate to throw money to win votes, in the face of foreign races that invaded the country, if he obeys, he can reproduce the honor and glory of the past without a single penny, but in the face of the invitation of "hospitality" and "humility", this person actually decided to refuse to be rich and glorious thousands of miles away. This is national integrity! Righteousness is awe-inspiring! This is even more precious late festival preservation.
Cao Kun's wealth was much less than that of other warlords, and he knew one or two depending on the size of his mansion, he had no reason to refuse the money to come in, but he insisted on not being bought off and not being a traitor. Under the continuous pressure of the Japanese devil's obscenity, Cao Kun, who was a rare man, could not stretch his body and mind. Cao Kun died in May 1938, the year after the July 7 Incident.
The mouth of the Chinese people has never been free, but the eyes are shiny and the heart is weighed. The people revered Cao Kun's indomitable integrity, and in recognition of Cao Kun's loyal and brave deeds and vented their resentment against the invaders, they gathered in front of the spirits of the dead, cheered for him, saluted him, and wished him to ascend to the Western Buddhist kingdom and enjoy eternal peace.
At this time, the British Concession had not yet been occupied by the Japanese army, and the people's mourning activities could be carried out with nature. When a loved one dies, I might as well send off in a way of spiritual joy, rather than crying and crying and clinging to it, which is what I thought in my later years. The lively scene of Cao Kun's funeral was rarely seen later, but I was still obsessed with pursuing things that I wanted to observe.
My pursuit is slowly refining, because I can't directly enter the owner's courtyard, so my attention is all on the outside space of the hospital, people do funerals, I worry about inquiring about the date of the funeral.
The most wonderful thing is the funeral guard, the little ghost who opened the way, the minotaur and the horse noodles, all of which were pasted with colored paper. The exquisite little devil, holding the killing stick, walks in circles on all sides, because there are shafts and gears under his feet.
In some queues, white messengers carry all kinds of prayer flags, flags, bright colors, stretch out in the wind, hold umbrellas, fans, and cards, solemn and solemn, like a thousand Buddhas on tour. There is a queue, all holding "snow willows", a white early spring willow tree, so that the roadside visitors are quiet and return to nature.
A funeral on the streets of Tianjin in the early 1930s. (The hearse containing the coffin can be seen on the right side) Photography | Ernest. Duncan. Edinger (British Captain)
After many experiences, I actually saw a queue to lift the red "snow willow", wondered in my heart, and was busy asking the elderly people on the side of the road, it turned out that the deceased was an adult, not yet out of the cabinet girl, according to the rules is that the "red willow" should be lifted. I regretted the early death of this big sister I didn't know, and I thought of the grief of the deceased mother, and I also shed a tear in my eyes.
After the funeral guard, the main play came on, that is, the coffin traveled. The coffin is placed in a huge frame, the frame from the top to the four sides, covered with embroidered coffins, this rent alone is very impressive, huge, ornate coffins, lifted by hand, divided into eight, sixteen, thirty-six or even more people, depending on wealth, status. After the west wind entered China from the east, it was changed to a horse-drawn carriage or car to carry coffins.
Human-powered carrying of coffins is an extravagant and meaningless one. The barman's walking, stopping, turning, lifting and falling into the car, all listen to the command of the bar head, he holds a two-foot-long hardwood stick in one hand, and a one-foot-long ebony round stick in the other hand, so as to knock out different signals to unify the pace of all the barmen.
Where the bartenders are walking, they rub the road with the soles of their shoes, "bald, bald, bald..." The shoulders are loaded with a hundred pounds, and the feet are tightly broken. Looking at the barman who is marching hard, his heart is really not forbearing, the deceased is finished, and he still has to toss so many poor people to suffer sins, are you not afraid of the depth of iniquity?
I can't imagine how much of a drain on the physical strength of the bartender from the city to the cemetery, dozens of miles. I don't like to look at this form of cruelty, I admire the horse-drawn hearse, two or four horses carrying on their shoulders, as if the coffin is a hero running to the battlefield.
When a few years later, I visited a museum in Luoyang, Henan Province, showing the excavation site of "Great Zhou Tianzi Driving Six", and for the great Zhou Tianzi was buried with six horses of two-wheeled vehicles, as well as a number of funeral carriages and horses, all of which were driving four, I was sincerely pleased that the reappearance of history fulfilled the romantic dream of my childhood.
Nanhai Road, the north head of this street, is Luoyang Road, with Cao Kun's house, and the south head of the street is Chongqing Road (known as Cambridge Road in English), and there is the residence of Prince Qing.
Surrounding the Ocean Tower and the East Garden of the Qingwang Mansion are high gray walls, and the black iron gate is topped with a semi-circular arched iron flower Western gate head. It is said that this gate has not been opened, and there is a side door not far away.
There was a young woman who was not too young, who often came out of the Qingwang Mansion and walked north through the mouth of my hutong. She always wears a colored cheongsam, a finely trimmed coat, embroidered leather bottom white satin shoes, walks very smoothly, does not wear lipstick, does not draw eyebrows, long braids and coils, a very clean and sharp person, the most prominent thing is that she has a white face.
She holds a white jingba dog in her hand, which the Tsu people call a pug, and is also spotlessly beautiful. As soon as the woman came over, the foreign coachman who was lying on his stomach at the mouth of the alley turned his head in unison to pay attention to the ceremony, and wanted to talk to her for two sentences, but he did not dare, and no one knew who the woman was.
"Want a car?" Finally the owl had the audacity to ask, and the woman shook her head, did not speak, and did not even give a smile.
"You're not talking nonsense!" The other coachmen teased him. "A few steps, people will arrive home, why don't you take a car?" Blindfold! ”
Really, the identity is different, and I can't put up a word. The subject faded, no longer interested in the woman, and indeed did not see her and the pug for some days. But one day, after hearing the explosive news, the woman died!
There was no obituary, no funeral, the coffin came through the side door, the coachmen said it was an octagonal coffin, I didn't believe it, it was a pity, I didn't see it with my own eyes.
"The pugs were given medicine, put in the coffin, and buried together," another coachman broke the news. "I heard that it is King Qing's little wife, so I can't go out through the main entrance."
This is purely the speculation of ordinary people, because it is not in accordance with the etiquette system, and the Prince's Fujin and The Lateral Fujin have clear identities, and it is impossible to wander the streets alone without servants. So this woman's identity has always been a mystery.
In the spring of 1944, I came home from school, walking in the alley, recuperating from my friend tattoos at home, lying on the second floor window of her house and whispering, "Hurry home, your grandmother is dead!" ”
Oops, our family has this too!
The courtyard was already set up with a mat shed, and many people came. I ran upstairs and saw that Grandma's door was closed and no one was allowed to enter. I don't know how to react to it, I don't know what "death" means. I think back to when I used to sleep in a bed with my grandmother, the bed curtain was very stuffy, and I always wanted to crawl out of the bed and breathe.
Every time I saw Grandma sleeping, I assumed that she was now dead, and then I could open her bedside table and take out the mung bean cake inside, in fact, Grandma's snacks were not the same delicious, I was not hungry, just wanted to casually look at Grandma's cabinet.
At this time, I realized that people were dead, it turned out to be a very serious thing, Grandma slept in the house without moving, but there were many people to do many things for the dead people.
Among the funeral routines, there are three extremely profound impressions: burial, May 7, and retribution.
When seven or eight people were walking downstairs with chaotic footsteps, I first tried to stand in a place that did not get in the way, and saw my grandmother wearing a colorful robe, a golden yellow mattress, covered with a silver-white quilt, commonly known as "laying gold and covering silver", and sleeping under her head with a strangely shaped embroidered pillow.
I want to carry Grandma away so solemnly, then she will definitely not come back. No one expected that I would squeeze into the middle of the barman three times and two times, drag the golden mattress and not give way, and cry out in a hoarse voice, I was afraid, guilty, sad, and I couldn't let My grandmother go! The barman's footsteps suddenly became more chaotic.
The stairs of the English house are not very wide, and the corners are fan-shaped steps, one end is wide and one end is narrow, it is very easy to step on the air, this staircase as a whole is U-shaped, there are two turns, the space in the stairwell is limited, lifting a spiritual bed downstairs, you need to carefully turn the corner to wipe the corners. I suddenly stirred up here, so that I would dangerously turn the spirit bed upside down.
The people around me, in view of the fact that this little granddaughter is a manifestation of the most sincere filial piety, instead of reprimanding, but bitterly advising me to mourn, calm down with kind words, and accompany me.
The filial piety shown by this little aunt and grandmother was valued and respected, and the deceased was buried, and when the last farewell moment was made, he actually ranked me in front of the little brother, and the big brother did not cry out loud, and ranked last (I heard that later the big brother went to the grandmother's room and cried out against the empty bed "Ah", and the tears flowed. ）。
I saw my mother stuff a pearl (not a night pearl, the beads are not large) into my grandmother's mouth. When the coffin was covered, the whole family roared around the coffin, and heard several low roars, accompanied by the crisp clanging of the hammer hitting the coffin, which was the greatest sorrow in the world when the father finally completely lost his parents.
My little aunt lived in Nanjing, and after hearing the news, she took her daughter Xiaoxing and took the Jinpu Line train to Tianjin to mourn.
The grandmother's spiritual pivot was placed in the courtyard shed, and the monk was asked to chant the sutra, one small chant every day, one big chant for seven days, and I don't remember how long it took to get out of the funeral.
I usually see more funeral ceremonies, nothing new, and have long changed to only look at the core content called "falling pot". The most wonderful and touching scene of the Lingshu traveling is the spirit, the filial piety falling into the basin.
The eldest son or eldest grandson, for the deceased to wear a ma dai filial piety, called filial piety, kneel in the first position when guarding the spirit, kneel in front of the coffin when the funeral, when the bar drum sounds the bar, and shouts "rise - spirit -" At the moment, the filial piety will hold a clay bowl in his hand, slammed it into pieces on the ground, and at the same time broke out a cry of grief, and the tears and snot flowed together.
Especially middle-aged men, Ding Worry (that is, filial piety) for many days do not shave beard, tears and snot all over the face, a sad look of loss of loved ones and do not want to live, will certainly lead to a piece of admiration from onlookers, if there are children and grandchildren and daughters-in-law who do not have a reputation for filial piety in ordinary days, although the funeral is done decently, at the moment of falling in front of the spirit, it is difficult to get the good feelings of everyone no matter how sad they are, filial piety to parents is a Chinese virtue, filial piety is before the death of both parents, and mourning after death is secondary.
My mother, aunt, and I were placed in the funeral procession behind the hearse, and the scene of my father falling on the pot could not be seen, nor could I bear to see my father kneeling on the road, tears and snot hanging on his cheeks. He wore (pulled) old cloth shoes embellished with white coarse cloth on his feet, and walked in the streets of the city in linen clothes and filial piety hats, for passers-by to watch and comment.
On weekdays, my father, who always had a straight uniform and a suit and leather shoes, had to do the same when he buried his parents.
The core of the most serious and ritualistic sense of national culture is the funeral part, which embodies the philosophical idea of "cautiously pursuing the far away".
At the age of eleven, I experienced the first time in my life to live and die, understood the cruelty of people who cannot be resurrected from the dead, and no longer wanted to chase people's funerals as a game, when the crowd was watching.
[57] The grandmother's coffin was not sent to the cemetery, but to the Zhejiang funeral home, where the grandfather's coffin was stored, more than ten years ago, the grandfather lived with his son who worked at the Qinhuangdao customs, died of illness there, it was the Zhejiang compatriots who helped transport the grandfather's coffin to Tianjin for storage in the Zhejiang funeral home.
Now the grandmother has been buried, but the grandparents can not be buried in time for safety, the main reason is still the chaos of the times, the Japanese army in 1944 is the end of the crossbow, the power is limited to the city, the suburbs and rural areas where the cemetery is located, there are often anti-Japanese armed forces, the Japanese army has been jealous, and it is difficult for citizens to go out of the city.
Zhejiang Funeral Home is located in Qiandezhuang, a large courtyard, there are many houses for stopping the spirit, the museum has a Buddhist hall for making "seven", a monk, deacons are fully valued, there are also vegetarian food halls for meals, is a one-stop service semi-public welfare organization, funds from the Zhejiang Hometown Association support. At that time, successful merchants would pay for funeral homes, build cemeteries in rural enclosures, sell them at an affordable price, and also pay free of charge to the poor.
According to the custom, the fifth seven days, that is, "May Seven", should be done by the daughter of the deceased, the grandmother has a son and two daughters, and my little aunt from Nanjing, on the day of "May Seventh", all the female relatives in the family, including me and my cousin Xiaoxing, went to the funeral home under the guidance of my aunt. After that, I reported from home to the Buddhist hall on time every day for seven consecutive days.
When the monk chants the sutra, she must also hold the scripture book and recite it, and at the same time, she must frequently kneel, prostrate, and when to prostrate, there is a monk next to her. I watched the bustle on the side, and after watching it for a long time, I couldn't help but get sleepy and run to the yard to hang out.
The courtyard of the funeral home is very deep, walking around, a wide road in the middle, flanked by alleys, looking at the rows of bungalows in the past, thinking that anyone lives? So I turned into an alley, and saw that the bungalows had relatively large glass windows, and a row of houses had only one gate, which could be a warehouse? It was so quiet in the alley.
I opened the door, stepped inside, and was stunned. The bungalows were filled with coffins containing the dead, stacked one by one, four or five stories high, all of which had fifty or sixty coffins.
How can I not be afraid? Dare to go inside, the child's psychology is incomprehensible. The only explanation is that I want to find out where Grandma's coffin is. Row by row, one by one, looking over, admiring the words "coffin body" written on the head of the coffin. It wasn't until I heard my mother shouting to herself, and the voice was a little shaky, that I ran out.
I have never understood, can the body be preserved like this without decay? Some coffins have been laid out for more than ten years, has there been any change in the competition? In the old days, when one of the couples died first, the coffin was temporarily buried in a temple or funeral parlor, waiting for the other to die and then buried together in the tomb.
This activity has brought me another one that I don't understand.
After going home, Mr. Yin and Yang had already posted a yellow list-like notice on the door, clearly stating that at a certain time on a certain day in the lunar calendar, the undead would go home to bid farewell to everything in their lives, and from then on they would walk into another world, and this form was called hui yan.
The living must avoid the route of the undead, and the family must hide in a room at that hour, so as not to meet Zhao Kuangyin, the "big rooster" who leads the undead home, and if it is unfortunate, it will be vitiligo.
On that day, the male relatives all went out to stay, and my mother and aunt took me and the other children, as well as the maid, all gathered in the attic, closed the door tightly, and needless to say that they must have prepared something to eat and tea, ready to stay here from the afternoon to the morning.
Excited again, everyone lived together, and spent such a long time with my mother and aunt, I can say a lot of words, it is so interesting.
The time had come for the yellow list to tell, and the aunt suddenly felt a heat in her back, and she said: "Come, I have feelings." The atmosphere in the attic immediately tensed up, and I began to imagine, will the "ghosts" come up the stairs? My back was not only hot but also cold, whizzing.
Who is in the mood to say anything else, muttering in their hearts, thinking about whether there have been things that have been sorry for the old lady in the past, and they have to beg her old man's forgiveness. The control of the mind is enormous, and on the basis of no material, one can be "moved" up.
I didn't want to be afraid, I resisted hard, I didn't want to believe that there was no specific "thing", my father's usual education for me belonged to the atheistic Confucian cultivation, which would save me a lot of trouble, a lot of thoughts.
I remember listening to the priest's sermon in Jesus' chapel asking people to redeem their souls, and I would never dare to lie again. Infected by the holy radiance of the Virgin Mary in the Catholic Church, and seeing that the young girl was willing to be a slave of God for the rest of her life, I would never set foot in the old Sikeachen Church, which was so magnificent and golden.
Every time my father's nursing mother came to visit her relatives, she always told me about the Jizo Bodhisattva Sutra, so that as soon as I saw the yellow silk cloth bag, I felt that there was a powerful ghost inside, and my body was tight.
When the monk prayed to my grandmother, the eighteen-story image of hell hanging in the shed filled me with fear of death and compassion for the dead women, who were in hell to drink the water, blood, and sewage they had used before.
During the fall, the people of Beiping burned the Taoist Baiyun Temple, only because the disguised old way did nothing evil, and the news that caused a sensation in Pingjin during this Japanese and pseudo period reminded me of the evil Daoist people in the silent movie "Burning the Red Lotus Temple", and since then I have been completely afraid of the temple.
In the hazy drowsiness of each thought, a long night passed. The sun shines through the attic window, and all the charms in the heart have fled without a trace.
Old Mama Li took the lead in moving down the narrow stairs in the attic, and there were drunken crab jars and sugar garlic jars on the steps at the bend, carefully descending the stairs, and everyone's footsteps were still walking like thin ice, because the ground was full of fine incense ashes, which were sprinkled for the place where the imaginary ghosts passed.
Old Mama Li and His aunt walked in front to check and saw no abnormality. But in the old lady's room, there was a miracle, there were several chicken claw marks on the ground incense ash, and the ash on the dresser was rubbed away.
According to Mr. Yin and Yang later, the chicken claw print is the footsteps of Zhao Kuangyin, the big rooster who leads the soul of the dead, and the rubbing on the stage is naturally the purpose of the old lady Yin.
I have seen these "things" with my own eyes, but I refuse to believe the explanation, who can explain it? I have wondered all my life, and when I grow up, I don't have time to ponder these illusory beings, but I believe that "there are gods three feet above the head", this tight curse is still necessary for people, and for gods, people only need to "worship ghosts and gods and stay away".
<h1 class="pgc-h-center-line" data-track="353" > watch the drama</h1>
Tianjin people call peking opera "watching big drama" and watching opera is called "listening to bungee jumping". When I was a child, I was influenced by my family and was deeply impressed by both genres.
My grandmother liked to watch easy-to-understand, melodramatic bungee jumping plays, and during the holidays, I was often sent out to accompany my grandmother as a "little crutch". When the two grandchildren entered the theater, they were always the first audience, sitting in their seats bored and spending time waiting for the opening.
The theater is black, and there is no color on the stage, and it is desolate. Slowly up a few seats, there were shadows on the stage, dim lights, worn curtains, sporadic strings, knockers, slowly came out of the backstage a "little poor child", the costume on the body, has long faded, gray Balaji, she stood there grinning, and could not hear anything to sing, because there were still chaotic seats on the stage, which was considered to be the beginning of the play.
Once, the grandchildren were going to the New Central Theater together to see a play, just in the green tramway (now Binjiang Road), and the entrance gate of the theater hugged the southwest corner, where the streets were bustling.
Seeing many people gathered on the side of the road, not knowing what was happening, they were looking at each other, and a truck was driving in front of them, and on the car stood a man with a large tie of flowers, dressed in an earthen yellow plaid suit, with a death card inserted in his back, and he shouted something loudly, and people suddenly fell silent.
Hearing this, he was shouting, "Down with the Japanese invaders!" "Long live the Communist Party!" I felt very sad and sad in my heart, knowing that the man who was about to be shot was a good man, he was not a robber, nor a bandit or an outlaw, because he had faith.
When I survived the victory of the War of Resistance, I always thought about how I could tell the good man that the Japanese devils were finished and that China had become one of the five victorious countries. I know that I can't do it, but I always wonder if, as the saying goes, the "spirit of a good person does not die", I can't see the good man who dies, but I believe that his soul will know.
Grandmother did not pay attention to the place when watching the play, and liked the lively and secular place. Qiandezhuang is next to the racecourse road, across the line, the world is different, while european life, while the migrant workers' settlement, there is a very simple theater, my grandmother brought me here.
The bungee (i.e. commentary) staged that day was "peach blossom with human face", the plot was simple and bizarre, the actors performed seriously and touchingly, but the audience order was not good, and someone shouted something loudly, which caused a burst of laughter and scolding.
It turns out that there are several textile factories in this area, there are many female workers, they love to dress up, inlaid with gold teeth, iron the head of the plane, red lips, love to laugh out loud, once they attract the attention of the male workers, followed by a sentence of flirting, the drama garden is the best place for male and female workers to communicate, the most heard words are "virtue!" "Damn!" "Lack of virtue with smoke." "Bad luck."
Thanks to my grandmother, I saw the mundane scenes at different levels of society at such a young age, which enriched my experience. Shortly after watching the play, the newspaper published a message saying that the Humble Dezhuang Theater had suddenly collapsed and killed people. My father was very afraid and begged his mother not to mess around again.
Grandmother is a very self-contained old lady, she loves to go to the new central to see the play, because there is a waitress service in the garden. The waitresses brought seats, tea, towels, and bought melon seeds, peanuts, ice churn, and even buns (guests did not have time to eat for the show).
Of course, the service is paid, there is no doubt that the male guests give more tips, must be warmly received, and every waitress has repeat customers. Grandmother's need is to find a seat, accompany the toilet, tip is very little, the garden is specially set up with two middle-aged waitresses to greet the elderly.
Once, the grandchildren sat in the theater early, dark and inky, and only a few faint rays of sunlight leaked in from somewhere. In one of the seats in the front row, there was a man who was flirting with the young waitress sitting on his lap.
The grandmother couldn't see it, so she shouted at the woman, "Serve tea!" Serve tea! "Therefore, it caused a quarrel, and the other party's words were very intrusive, which embarrassed me." In the empty theater, the quarrel was amplified, and the familiar middle-aged waitress rushed to break the siege.
I think that the grandmother's cultivation is insufficient and the requirements are excessive, although the elderly should be respected and taken care of, but the elderly also need to maintain an open-minded mood and have the temperament to be sympathetic to others.
When it comes to watching big dramas, I have three levels or different channels to achieve them, and I have cultivated a deep interest in Peking Opera.
One is to participate in various parties, New Year's music parties, celebrations, etc., the actors are all ticket holders, it is a mimeographed ticket given by the brother to go in to see, the performance repertoire is mostly "two into the palace", "the great protection of the country", "three women godson", "sitting palace" and the like, belongs to the singing drama.
There is a lady I call her the third aunt, is from the late Qing Dynasty, the couple are tall figure, white and clean appearance, beautiful appearance, modest and courteous, love Beijing opera, ticket out of the "sitting palace" full of good voices.
The second is to occasionally go to the persuasion field with my mother to watch the drama, and there is a Tianhuajing Theater on the fourth floor, performing a reformed drama, even this stage drama, most of which belong to the Haipai Beijing opera, focusing on the set and the organ.
Tianjin Persuasion Field | Network Map
In the middle of the performance, there are also Western toys, a few beautiful girls with bare thighs, standing on a huge leather ball, rolling all over the stage, the audience's emotions are boiling, and the drums on the stage are playing in unison. This is the activity of the mother coaxing the child and comforting the maid.
In addition to buying a few adult tickets, entering the theater to watch the performance, there are several large haha mirrors at the entrance of the theater, which can lengthen, shorten, twist twist, extremely ridiculous, and make the two nannies from Henan very happy.
There is also a fun thing, that is, to take the elevator, only those who bought a ticket on the first floor can take the elevator up and down the stairs for free.
The metal structure of the old elevator is exposed, surrounded by metal mesh, without lights, and the inside and outside of the elevator are transparent. The elevator has two doors, one is the door of the ladder box, with the ladder box up and down, the other is fixed on the floor of each floor door, people enter the ladder box, first close the outside fixed door, and then pull on the sliding door of the ladder box to operate safely.
A female star in Shanghai died on the spot because she saw that the fixed door of the elevator was not closed, and in the darkness, she thought that the ladder box was also there, stepped in, and fell straight to the bottom of the well.
In the elevator, watching the giant balance iron slid behind it was also quite nervous, but it was very proud to see the people who climbed the stairs around the elevator, and they felt that they were rabbits racing with turtles and rabbits. Watching a play with your mother, it is not watching a play, it is warmth and happiness.
The third is to watch the big drama with his father. When the Japanese army had not yet occupied the concession, I was only seven or eight years old, but I had already followed my father to the Chinese Theater several times.
Before World War II, it was the most prosperous period of Beijing opera, the four famous Dan, the four famous people must be born, needless to say, there are also famous characters in various professions, I have the privilege of meeting most of them, such as Qiu Shengrong, Jin Shaoshan, Xiao Changhua, Ye Shenglan, Li Duokui, etc. are all called artists.
How long the singing section of the drama is, how noisy the opening of the martial arts drama is, it is rare that I, the little girl, can sit still and watch it, which is probably the reason why my father is willing to take me to the theater.
However, there are also plays that I don't like, such as "Wang Baojun", "Shilang Visiting His Mother", "Xue Rengui" and other plays, in which men first betray their wives, climb branches, return to test their wives' chastity, feel unfair to women, and are too lazy to watch.
My father watched the play very strangely, only watching the finale play, the front fold (play) did not watch, and the time to come to the theater to sit was very accurate, which was just the opposite of my grandmother's habits. I think it is a pity to lose the first few folding plays.
After the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, I also grew up, and dared to take a ticket to see the opening jumping officer and the whole performance first, and no longer waited for my father to go with me to watch only the famous characters on stage. Watching drama with my father, that is really watching drama and appreciating the art of Peking Opera.
<h1 class="pgc-h-center-line" data-track="351" > listen to Li Xianglan</h1>
The street is full of "night incense" - that night the wind blows cool, the nightingale sings softly... Flower-like dreams, hugging the night incense, kissing the night incense. This was originally sung by Zhou Xuan, but her Wu Nong's small song singing method could not withstand the sensation of another singer.
Li Xianglan | Net diagram
This singer is called Li Xianglan, the ancestral home is an authentic Japanese, the father generation moved to China earlier, in 1920, she was born in Fushun, the famous Yamaguchi Shuko, in 1933 recognized Chinese Li Jichun as a righteous father, changed her name to Li Xianglan.
Li Xianglan was born into a family of Japanese sinology; she also studied with her father in Beijing and immersed herself in Chinese culture; she has both traditional cultural cultivation in China and Japan, so her temperament is extraordinary, and she is very beautiful and intelligent, and she can be called a lady and a talented woman.
By chance on the train, Li Xianglan met a Russian girl, introduced by this girl, and was able to be taught by Russian artists, formally learn Western vocal music, and embark on the road of musical life.
The Japanese Kwantung Army took advantage of Li Xianglan's proficiency in Chinese and her ability to sing and perform, packaging her as a Chinese musician, touring everywhere, and more frequently showing her on the screen, creating a pseudo-culture of japanese-Chinese goodwill.
In that year, he toured to Tianjin and performed the "Li Xianglan Solo Concert" in the auditorium of the Young Women's Christian Association in the British Concession.
The venue is very European and American, catering to the taste of the audience here, and many of the songs sung are familiar to the audience, such as "Hate when you don't meet and don't marry", especially the song "Night incense".
General vocalists only choose foreign operas to perform, disdainful of singing popular songs, while Li Xianglan uses Western (that is, bel canto) singing method to interpret popular songs, the timbre is soft, atmospheric, non-secular small songs can be compared, by her to set a precedent, so that the temple-like foreign foreign voice close to the public, resulting in a popular result.
I forgot who took me to the concert, such a grand personal concert, if it is not Li Xianglan's background, there is no only opportunity in the occupied areas, but for Li Xianglan is a Japanese singer, the public has long heard, listen, how smooth the songs she sings in Japanese, but the applause is sparse.
Although music has no borders, the musician has a nationality, and the public highly appreciates her art, but still does not accept her as a Japanese, as the saying goes, "diaphragm".
Li Xianglan, originally a pure-bred Japanese, three generations of ancestors studied sinology, she recognized Chinese as her father, changed her name to Chinese, and as a singer and movie star, publicized and promoted the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere, invaded in the form of culture, and served Japanese militarism.
When she was about to be dealt with for the crime of traitor, it was more important to save her life than to save face, so she revealed the proof materials, revealed the identity of the real Japanese, and finally was spared death by the Chinese government and sent back to Japan. Since then, the person "Li Xianglan" has disappeared, and only the Japanese artist Shuko Yamaguchi is still alive.
In 1958, she took the surname of Her husband as The Great Eagle Shuzi, and began to engage in politics, running for parliament, as if she had also visited New China with her husband.
<h1 class="pgc-h-center-line" data-track="435" > juggling garden</h1>
Old Tianjin Wei, in the past, the general management of cross-talk, music art, drums, magic, acrobatics and so on was called juggling. Several major shopping malls in the French Concession have juggling gardens, but the performances are not the same, the management methods are different, and the actors are also resident and mobile.
I am still a teenage girl, but the experience of watching juggling and the impression left, is really not ordinary, the earliest contact, naturally led by the grandmother, since the beginning of the Japanese pseudo period, she is very fascinated by this, it is strange to say, that period Chinese not enough to eat, the price soared, life is embarrassing, juggling but presented the most prosperous scene, the distance does not understand, only the Beijing and Tianjin cross-talk, drums, etc. are particularly noisy.
A famous big event, may be able to explain the problem, cross-talk reflects the people's livelihood is the most precious, the audience's favorite Changjia class cross-talk, The pillar of the platform, Chang Baokun, the stage name Ofi Mushroom, he said the following two lines:
"White noodles are cheap, five dollars a bag."
"Ah! What bag? ”
"Tooth powder bag!"
The little mushroom plague came out of the mouth, satirizing the social and people's livelihood, and was arrested by the Japanese gendarmerie for this reason.
Famous cross-talk actor Little Mushroom | Net diagram
My interest in the culture of cross-talk juggling, which is at the bottom of society, has continued to pay attention to it for a lifetime, and it is precisely because qu art is the art that is closest to the pulse of the times.
There is a special juggling field in the persuasion field, the audience can come and go at any time, the hourly fee, the field is quite large, the wooden chairs are lined up, and there is not much tea and water.
Persuasion field juggling garden performance stills | network map
The content of the performance is rich and diverse: playing with the jar, shaking empty bamboo, singing the big drum, speaking cross-talk; car skills, ventriloquism, storytelling; Henan Xiazi Qiao Qingxiu, Shandong Kuaishu, Tianjin time tune, big change magic... I've appreciated all of this.
On the hourly ticket price seems to be not expensive, but do not dare to sit in the garden, in order to wait for a favorite program, to spend time to watch a few do not love, the price is a little high, it is said that they are also in the industry for everyone to have food to eat, the program is a little mixed. Therefore, this occasion is only suitable for those who have not opened their eyes, lively, like a marquee.
Tianxiang Market has a medium-sized garden, which seems to be called "Grand View Garden", which is often fully seated and has a one-vote system. Here to enjoy the real fine arts, even the stage setting is also exquisite, tables, chairs, drum racks, are on the top of the furniture, although the actors are first-class, second-rate, but each person has their own table drapery embroidery, its color, pattern is not the same, giving people a novel, exciting feeling.
The costumes of the actors are also exquisite and well-cut, especially the cheongsam of the actresses, which are elegant, beautiful and pleasing to the eye.
This field and actors, giving people the impression of decency, rules, exquisite things, no kitsch and obscenity, although it is a small program of music art, it can also be called elegant art.
All famous actors appeared, first stood on a large curtain sign at the entrance of the stage, wrote the actor's name, the performance repertoire, the audience immediately applauded, in a warm atmosphere, the actor easily went on stage, bowed and thanked him, can the next performance be wonderful?
My favorite things to watch are the big drums and the timing. Bai Yunpeng's plum blossom drum, singing the Three Kingdoms, singing the Red Chamber, not tall, half a big old man, clean appearance and hairstyle, typhoon is both peaceful and dashing, the line is euphemistic, soft, and powerful.
A passage of "White Emperor City": "Frost cold autumn high, Tuo lonely in the White Emperor City, died in Yong'an Palace... ", a kind of sadness, vicissitudes of helplessness, can be infected. Another paragraph of "Exploring Qingwen": "Madame Wang angrily chased after the spring incense bag, provoked Baoyu to explore Qingwen, and the double feelings of the two of them..." The tender love, the regretful lifelong regret, makes people shed a handful of tears for the pure love of the two teenagers. It is said that the White Sect is a lyrical holy hand, the "King of Plum Blossoms", and it is not vain.
Bai Yunpeng's female disciple Yan Qiuxia is an artist with both talents and good character, her voice cavity with some hoarseness, similar to the magnetism of the Western mezzo-soprano, the typhoon is dignified and generous, the cheongsam is beautiful but not colorful, I especially appreciate her.
Speaking of Gao Yubao's Tianjin tone, the words and sentences are elegant and good, the tune is high-pitched and bright, so that the listener can express his chest directly, and he is cheerful, and then there is the knotty cavity, crisp and loud, and the afterglow is wrapped around the beam.
I also love to watch the single string and octagonal drum performed by Ma Zengfen and Ma Zenghui of the Ma Liandeng family, like the passage of "Wind and Rain Returning to the Boat", it is almost like a roll of ink painting slowly unfolding in front of you, it is really as comfortable and leisurely as immersive.
There is also a Taikang shopping mall, which has a "small pear garden" field, and the finale is the Jingyun big drum, the actor Luo Yusheng, and the stage name Xiaocai Dance.
Here, I only remember her alone, singing the Three Kingdoms so vividly, she is the only one, she holds a drum stick while singing the action, singing with The Daobai, the action and the Confession are the fans of Peking Opera, the taste of Peking Opera, her voice can be high-pitched, can be low, the voice is full of emotion, portraying the characters is wonderful, and a person sings a play.
Big drum actor Xiao Cai wu | Net diagram
Decades later, she scored the theme song "Reorganizing the Rivers and Mountains for Future Generations" for the TV series "Four Generations Together", and in the ancient years, she used her voice to interpret the voices of those who were invaded and oppressed in those years, which was desolate and tragic, touching the generations of descendants who have infected China today.
I was the age of the little brothers and sisters in the play, I experienced the days of oppression after the fall, and I was also the first generation of descendants who reorganized Heshan to build a new China.
<h1 class="pgc-h-center-line" data-track="433" > private meeting</h1>
Then there is a form of music performance, which is a private parish. It is often heard that the master or the powerful or powerful, the family please church meeting, that must be a large mansion, a hall, the main family will like the actor to order the famous please go, want to listen to what to play, the stage can be stopped at any time, the program can be changed at any time. The lord entertains the actors well and eats well, drinks well, and pays a considerable amount.
I hadn't seen such a big scene, but I had the pleasure of attending a music party, a casual party held by a German businessman at his small estate near Racecourse Road for his Chinese wife. My mother was a good friend of my wife's, and I was invited to attend, and I followed.
This lady is very beautiful, very fashionable, tall and good figure, with European and American demeanor and freedom, spontaneous and humble, although she is an intellectual woman, she likes to do farm work in a small manor, and she loves her foreign husband very much and has a happy marriage.
Family life is undoubtedly completely European, foreign, but this wife is fond of cross-talk almost obsessed, whether it is Hou Baolin-style humor, or small mushroom-style baggage, which makes her extremely happy, but her most contact with cross-talk is only at home listening to radio and records, and has not been to the rap garden. Usually, what I was doing, remembering which paragraph and which sentence, I suddenly couldn't help but laugh out loud, it was really happy.
Since hearing about the "church meeting" this way, she and her foreign husband call it "salon", so that listening to cross-talk can make her addicted, she does not require the whole performance, but likes to talk freely with the actors, interaction, gags to carry out the program, very lively, even if it is to ridicule her, as long as the words are humorous, she is also very happy, cross-talk actors are more relaxed, not worried about saying what is taboo. (Generally speaking, when the magnates go to the church meeting, the housekeeper will explain in advance, what taboos the government has, and it must be cautious to speak out.) ）
Chinese wives also like the Henan pendants of the Qiao brothers and sisters, because the Henan dialect is born with humorous elements, and the characters of the paragraphs are mostly villagers, and the language is concise and simple to ridiculous.
The Central Plains culture is deeply accumulated, and the ancient characters often appear in the people's colloquial language, which is also a feature, for example, when the conductor on the bus checks the ticket, he will say: "Unfold the ticket" instead of saying "Hit (open) the ticket, hit the ticket", and then tell the children not to cry, they will say: "Hold your mouth" instead of "Shut up!" "Because the words are different, Henan pronunciation is not gentle.
The tall brother Qiao's shaved, mountain-shaped head has been gimmicky, but he is particularly serious and does not smile, and this contrast adds to his comedic effect. He is a very disciplined entertainer, he is well aware of his low social status, although the attitude of the master is tolerant and peaceful, it will not affect him to maintain his due humility.
I didn't understand what the guests and hosts said, laughed, talked, messed up, listened to a little sleepy for a long time, and after supper, I curled up on the couch and fell asleep.
The German husband also can't figure out why everyone laughs so cheerfully, out of politeness, he wants to accompany the show, he also laughs, laughs silly, the actors still think he is "China Tong", in fact, he is laughing at those who laugh forward and backward, he sees his wife so happy, he feels very happy.
<h1 class="pgc-h-center-line" data-track="533" > the gift of the union</h1>
Tianjin City has a history of 600 years of port opening, and is an open industrial and commercial port city. Open places, wedding customs have evolved several times, and they have long gone from lifting a palanquin to a sequence of Yanggu Yanghuahua cars.
In 1923, when my parents got married in Tianjin, the ceremony was already held in the auditorium, accompanied by Western musical instruments, the bride wearing a white wedding dress, a boy carrying a flower basket, all the way to the flower petals to lead the newlyweds, walking on the red carpet; there were girls holding the bride's long gauze skirt and slowly moving forward. Newlyweds and parents, together with the guests, take photos under the spotlight.
Republic of China Wedding | Net diagram
But in 1943, living in Tianjin under the rule of the Japanese Kou, there were such fathers and sons, but they wanted to hold a purely Chinese-style wedding, so that history regressed to China's own era, even if it was backward, it was the years of the warlords' endless civil war. In doing so, they did so to remind themselves that they would always be true descendants of China, not the people of Greater East Asia.
Who are they? It is The ghost story of Big Brother Zhang and his father. The two lived in the Hebei District of Tianjin, which was not a concession, but a chinese origin outside the concession, and was collectively known as the "Land of China" with the Old Town. The streets there are called Huangwei Road, Riwei Road, Yuanwei Road... It is also still a territory ruled by the Japanese.
Their home is a large courtyard, this big is big in the courtyard, there are not many houses, and the meaning of the courtyard called the big courtyard in Beijing is different.
These two grandfathers usually practice martial arts, love to dance guns and sticks, there are horizontal bars, parallel bars, stone piers, stone locks in the yard, all the facilities for exercising muscles, all available, have this physical foundation, they also learned Peking Opera wenwu students from famous teachers, and became quite famous Tianjin ticket friends.
Uncle Zhang, my eldest brother calls my classmate's father in this way; Brother Zhang, I call my eldest brother classmate in this way. Relatives and friends, understanding Uncle Zhang's thoughts, unanimously said that they would enthusiastically attend the event and do a lively and prosperous celebration.
My mother also decided to participate, although she lived in the British Concession quite far from Hebei District, and the transportation was inconvenient, and she had to go through a lot of ghost checkpoints, which was an unpleasant "cross-border" trip, and Brother Zhang was very grateful for this.
Two days before the day, as a small VIP, I went to the Zhang family with my mother, and I needed to live in the house for three or four days.
Brother Zhang has three mothers, and his mother is the second mother, but he calls the mother his mother. Most of the things that entertain female guests are the second mother and the third mother Zhang Luo, who are very busy and careful and thoughtful.
I have a different feeling about food and beds, that is, I have a real Tianjin taste of life, the first experience, very unaccustomed to not adapting. To be honest, although our family has lived in Tianjin for many years, they do not have any local habits, and they do not understand what local "examples" are, "examples" are some rules in interpersonal relations.
Before I could settle down, I was already thinking about going home, the hot tub in the concession, the flush toilet, the clean sheets. That night, the lively "car" began, and I came to the spirit.
The sound and light of a firecracker, the smoke of gunfire, the shouts of joy, suddenly, the high notes of the screams, the strings are leisurely, the reeds are gushing, and in an instant, the courtyard becomes a beautiful and comfortable space, and the silk bamboo music turns back time, as if returning to the ancient court, and the musicians play between the banquets.
In the middle of the courtyard is a small palanquin, and the light pink plain veil covers the palanquin as a whole, without the pole, and it sits quietly like a joyful bodhisattva.
There were six boys, eight or nine years old, wearing buttoned pants, colorful bloomer pants, double-faced shoes, tassels, long hanging eyebrows. Look at them with their backs upright, striding in figure eight steps, singing happy songs, following the music, and circling around the palanquin. This is called a car, and its meaning is nothing more than to drive out all evil and inauspiciousness, and to fill the palanquin with the most beautiful and peaceful wishes.
The next day, the car is more exciting, the car has been draped with a variety of embroidered draperies, the glass hanging, from the inside to the outside gorgeous and bright, as if it is the bride who is about to usher, those boys carry glass square lamps, sing more cheerfully, this night, the courtyard of the car, the cave room of the happy picture, the busy stove room, the hall of worship, are all all night lights, up and down, corners and corners are excited, are all expectations.
I couldn't stand it, and how many more fun and long-sighted things I had to miss, because I was so sleepy that I went to Java and didn't feel that the wooden bed was waist at all.
On the morning of the third day, the warm sunshine sprinkled all over the courtyard, after some musical instruments blowing, firecrackers in unison, the beautiful palanquin in the morning light has been lifted out of the gate, along the alley, the street, attracted a lot of surprised eyes, envious eyes, into the price of the heart is not happy, the heart is blocked by the neighbors, acquaintances, see the Yangyang happy events are grinning.
Getting married is the only thing you can do!
I secretly admire Uncle Zhang's courage and responsibility, and he is a true grandfather! But I don't understand, why did the three wives only give birth to one young master? When they grow up, they learn that the common phenomenon of women of childbearing age in occupied areas is "amenorrhea", and malnutrition, depression and economic difficulties are the three main causes, forming a special fertility downturn.
At noon, the flower palanquin entered the door, and the bride held a rooster and walked on the brazier, which was another demonstration of the old example of happiness and happiness. After the bride and groom visit the church, after the ceremony is performed, the bride "sits in the tent" in the new room without leaving idle people, etc., all of them are invited out, and only the virgin boys and girls can be invited to accompany them.
The old woman of Quanheren (i.e., a woman with children and daughters and an old partner) stood outside the door and asked the children who were watching, "Are you a member?" One by one, asked, there is a suitable relationship with the bride, open the door of the house and push forward, the inappropriate said: "Go outside and play!" "I beat the drum in my heart, I don't know what to say, it's okay, it's not taboo, I was pushed into the house."
After growing up, listening to Hou Baolin's cross-talk, what is this matter, the old lady asked the child what belonged, there were several taboos, but they could not go in, a little boy was smart, he replied: "Belongs to the yellow croaker" Zodiac Sign Is there this? The old lady didn't think about it, so she told her, "Go in, go ahead!" (It is said that yellow croaker swims on the shore in the sea.)
For many years, I always think of Mr. Hou's "slip away!" "I will suddenly laugh out loud, I really have the experience of living on the spot!"
What does the bride do? It turned out to be to let the girl rest, first take off the green socks on her feet and hide them (what it means, I don't know.) And then to the spittoon behind the bed, this girl has only eaten boiled eggs since the day before to avoid the inconvenience of defecating on the wedding day.
After doing these things, the bride sits cross-legged on a new futon sprinkled with peanuts, chestnuts, cinnamon balls, and dates (meaning takako who was born early), ready to accept round after round of cave houses. Look closely at this bride, still very young, tall figure is grown, but the face is still childish, hot airplane head, bird's nest like adult style.
In my careful eyes, I had mixed feelings, both envying the bride for marrying such a good man as Big Brother Zhang, and believing that I would not marry so young and marry into someone else's home for a lifetime.
Deep impression to this point, Uncle Zhang's wedding planning is very successful, the joyful atmosphere, shrouded in the hearts of neighbors, neighbors and many people, to the gray days, added a warm touch of bright color, but also felt a traditional Chinese "liturgical music" education.
<h1 class="pgc-h-center-line" data-track="530" > social place</h1>
When my grandmother was still alive, my aunt came from Nanjing to Tianjin to visit her relatives, and took her daughter, Xiaoxing, a simple, mischievous tomboy, two years younger than me. My aunt liked me, saying that I was quiet and calm, and my eyes were very understanding of things, and I was a child with a number in my heart.
I grew up singing and was more eager to learn to play the piano. Originally, when I was seven years old, my mother had already inquired several times to ask me to teach me an old foreign violinist, and buying a piano seemed to be able to do it immediately, not a problem. Who knows, half a year later, the concession fell overnight, was ruled by the Japanese, and then life plummeted, the family was destitute, and the piano became an absolute bubble.
On this day, I was "playing" myself and singing, and my aunt came over to enjoy what "piano" I played! A piece of cardboard shell, students call "horse dung paper", yellow rough plant fiber pressed into cardboard, the piano keys drawn on the cardboard, divided into "white keys, black keys", with a knife to cut the "white keys" one by one, a long side of the cardboard shell is sandwiched in the drawer slit, the other half is left outside, is the "piano", the fingers gently touch the "keyboard", the sound is generated by the mouth, even the chord accompaniment has.
When my aunt saw this, she was very fond of me and promised to give me a German piano in the future, saying that Germany is the home of music.
One day, a friend invited my aunt to watch a song and dance performance, and she chose to take me with her, at the Guanghua Cinema in the British Concession, a song and dance troupe that was said to have been "invited" from Germany, and the audience was only 20% or 30% seated.
I concentrated on the dazzling song and dance program and sincerely expressed my love, but I found that the actress's black stockings were picked, and the irregular holes of large and small pieces were picked, so that it was known that this was a down-and-out performance group, and the war made Germany, the hometown of many famous musicians, live so awkwardly.
After the performance, my friend accompanied my aunt to a mysterious place, and what I saw here shocked me a lot. A large courtyard, walking into a large section of the road, is a bungalow, a counter at the entrance, sitting behind a man, explaining to him what bunk he wants, and buying a few white oil-paper wrapped "lollipops".
Passing through a hall room, I saw two rows of bunks, on which someone was lying on his side, in front of a tray, a small oil lamp, a bamboo stick with a pipe, people sucking something into their mouths, people were very calm, very enjoyable. Aunt they came to a single room, a wide bed, two people lying opposite each other, in the middle was also a tray, a lamp, two bamboo sticks with pipes, they sucked and talked, very harmonious.
The scene inside the Great Smoke House during the Republic of China period | Net diagram
Usually, the aunt always said that girls should be solemn, can not go out with boys to drink, smoke, can not easily live in other people's homes, etc., and the aunt herself how to casually lie with men. After returning home, I asked to understand that this place is called a tobacco house, it is a social place, you can talk about business and discuss things, and the lollipop-like thing that smokes is called opium.
opium! It is the poison that poisons the people, and it is the one who creates the sick man of East Asia! There has long been a story of Lin Zexu Humen burning opium, why is it here again?
The Japanese and puppet authorities used opium as a source of finance to levy a tobacco tax, which was tantamount to recognizing it as an open industry; the rogue gang smuggled opium as the first choice and guns as the secondary; the literati and inkers used opium to anesthetize their own nerves that could not see the light... In short, dark societies need opium. I was extremely panicked, is this a national culture? Our culture has never fallen, this is by no means culture, it is poisonous!
Ditch it! Sweep it away!
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The author, Zhu Yuqing, was born in 1933 and lived in Nanhai Road and Anli No. 5 (now No. 5 Nanhai Road) from 1936 to 1955. Graduated from Zhejiang Primary School, Nankai Girls' High School, and Tianjin University, he left Tianjin because he participated in the construction of the national defense industry in the First Five-Year Plan.
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