Go to Ling lake to see Yan Fengying

Go to Ling lake to see Yan Fengying

When the Mid-Autumn Festival approached, the emerald color of Ling Lake did not diminish, but added a little maturity and a little deep daisy. What a pleasant afternoon, the new cool autumn, the autumn cool good mood, like the gentle breeze of the lake is full of a poetic inspiration.

My wife and I strolled along The Yong Road in the heart of the lake, fully absorbing the brilliance of this magnificent emerald that Yu Dafu praised as "like the Summer Palace that imitates the West Lake". The wife said, how far is the statue of Yan Fengying? I said, not far, just ahead. At the same time, I said to myself in my heart, it was not Yan Fengying who chose the Seven Fairies, but the Seven Fairies who chose Yan Fengying. A generation of artists was born at the wrong time, and after death, they were finally able to enjoy the love of the people of their hometown, and in the hearts of the Anqing people, Yan Fengying was clearly the Seven Fairies.

A sculpture of Han white jade is presented in front of her, and the artist's immortal artistic life will forever reside in her youthful style. Through the profound connotation of Huangmei opera, a performance artist who is determined to dedicate himself to this purpose identifies "a heavenly human heart" and "a life and death without change of heart", for the sake of personal discipline and righteousness, for the purity of art and martyrdom. From the age of 14 to the end of the curtain at the age of 38, although Yan Fengying's artistic career is not long, with her superb performance, grand vocal rhyme, rounded timbre, pearlescent pronunciation and folk song style, her contribution to the art form of Huangmei opera is uncertain in the history of Chinese opera. In fact, yan Fengying is not the only one who pursues "unchanged heart" in national art? Whenever you walk into Anqing, even if you haven't had time to unload a body of dust, as long as you hear the familiar hometown sound of Huangmei opera, don't you immediately feel at ease, don't you feel lucky? Anqing! The fascinating Jiangcheng, she is also a moving brilliant note plucked out of the ancient string of the Yangtze River, but this note is melted into the soft tone of the Huangmei tune, thus becoming more charming!

In a city between the white mountains and black water in the north, a friend of mine who is engaged in art work called and said that he had long wanted to come to see the scenery of Yicheng, to listen to the real oratorio of Huangmei Opera's hometown, and to see the immortal posture of Yan Fengying's statue. Now he has gone abroad because of his work relationship, and finally failed to achieve his wish. I deliberately took a few more photos in front of the artist's statue and sent him the autumn LingHu and Linghu Shenyun together, so that he could feel the artistic influence of Huangmei opera in a foreign country.

The wife saw the statue she had been looking forward to for a long time, approached and caressed it emotionally, staring wordlessly, and there was a pool of autumn water in her eyes. "If only she were alive!" She could only use this simple language to express her love for the idol she revered in her heart. "This is a pure land, you smell it, the air carries the fragrance of Yao Cao Qi flowers, this is a piece of heart incense dedicated to the artist by the people of Anqing!" I suddenly felt that as an Anqing person, as a fellow of hongliu xiangu who was stained with huangmei opera all day long, a pride rose in my heart, which was not only because Huangmei opera enjoyed a high reputation in the country and even abroad, but also because we Had a strong foundation in culture and art, and this culture and art were continuously promoted and passed on. The leaders of the municipal party committee once had poems inscribed: Literary style flourishes in Yicheng, and the clouds and moons paint Yao Village. The Anqing Commercial City, which is being built with greater efforts, is undoubtedly the most eye-catching modern Yao village in southwest Anhui.

The wind is blowing, and the money is excessive. Soon, the Mid-Autumn Festival bright moon is about to rise, and the clear light everywhere is fused with a beautiful melody, bathing the green emerald of Linghu Lake more delicately. Xian Gu panned, the water sleeve flicked, a song of Ling Ling sounded on this lotus dew dissolved round, the first good night on the lantern, can you say, we are not in the fairyland and where are we?