There are still two erhu at home. One was a gift that I bought when my father retired, and then when my daughter was fine, she took it back to my house; the other was from the unit union, which was good, and then the unit was restructured and became a masterless thing, so I took it home.
When I was young and not married, I would be bored, and I would pick up my father's erhu and often pretend to pull a few of them, and everyone said I was killing chickens. Helplessly, I had no musical cells, and I suffered such a "blow" that I was so enthusiastic that I shelved it. Although I can't do it, I love to listen, and whenever I hear Jia Pengfang Min Huifen and Huyan Meiwen Zhu Changyao, I am drunk and trapped and unable to extricate myself.
My father could play an instrument, and he could play and sing. He is particularly good at string keyboards such as the violin accordion electronic keyboard, and he now has two good erhus at home. My father, who is in his 80s, occasionally fiddles around the house. How many times have I suggested that he attend the senior university, suggested that he go to the Park Senior Choir, he refused, he liked quiet, he said not to adapt to that kind of noise.
I have always had a special admiration for people who can play the piano and have a deep yearning for musical instruments, especially traditional Chinese instruments. I remember when I was a child, I went to the countryside in Sanligang Shangdian in Suixian County, when the fashionable literary and artistic performances, the main play was a model play, accompanied by waist drum flower boat dragon lamp allegro fishing drum three and a half sentences and other township slang lively programs, always holding the literary and art propaganda team to watch. The father's erhu is often a solo or accompaniment.
In particular, I remember my father's seemingly empty look when he played solo. He sat obliquely on a chair with his erhu, his body leaning forward slightly, his eyes half squinted, or simply closed, the corners of his mouth floated a seemingly innocent smile, the piano suddenly rose, his head shook with the melody of the music, a few strands of black hair also fluttered with the swaying of his head, his left hand moved up and down on the pole fast or slowly, his fingers seemed to be dancing on the strings of the ballet, and the right hand was a powerful bow, one after another, as if to shake out all the feelings in his heart, and the beautiful piano sound flowed with his divine movements.
After the piano is finished, the program is over, the scene is over, the little friends will learn to do exaggerated actions in the way of the father playing the piano, but the appearance of the father playing the piano still makes me fascinated, in front of the little partner I also have a little pride, this piano sound, to our bland and tasteless childhood to add a few elegant fun.
I remember that in those years, the father who engaged in literary and art performances pulled the most was "Embroidered Gold Plaque", and then it was to accompany the model play. I really don't know how my father used erhu to pull out the high profile of Jinghu.
The literary and artistic performances are only available during the New Year's Festival. Usually, I can't even eat enough, and my father has no heart to pull erhu.
One year, there was a young man in Mulberry Bay opposite my house who was demobilized from the army, a young man named Zhu Mingqing, he also liked to listen to people playing erhu, and sometimes in the evenings of farming, he pestered his father to play the huqin for him. At that time, people collectively referred to stringed instruments such as erhu as huqin.
In fact, it is not bad to say that the erhu is a huqin. Erhu began in the Tang Dynasty, has a history of more than a thousand years, it originated from an ethnic minority in the ancient northern region of China, originally called "Jiqin" and "Xiqin". The earliest record of Jiqin is the Tang Dynasty poet Meng Haoran's "Yanrong Mountain Ren chiting poem": "Bamboo leads to Jiqin people, and flowers invite dai guests." The Song Dynasty scholar Chen Yang recorded in the Book of Music that "Xi Qin Ben Hu Leye..." The Tang Dynasty poet Cen Shan wrote that "the Chinese army drank wine and returned to the guests." The verses of Huqin Pipa and QiangDi" indicate that Huqin began to circulate in the Tang Dynasty, and Huqin is a general term for Chinese and Western stringed instruments and plucked instruments.
The young Zhu Mingqing liked to listen to his father La Liu Tianhua's "Yin in illness", and also liked the blind Ah Bing's "Rivers and Rivers" and "Erquan Yingyue", saying that it was good to listen to, saying that there was a sad taste when it sounded. Father generally did not pull, saying that this had a petty-bourgeois atmosphere and had a bad impact. He grinds hard bubbles.
The sound of the piano sounded like a wind blowing into the lake in the heart, and the water of the lake rippled. The sound of the piano is sometimes mournful, and the crescent moon in the sky, accompanied by the breeze, draws an ethereal arc in the silent night sky; the sound of the piano is sometimes intense, like a drowning person grasping a life-saving straw, which is the desperate and difficult belief that people burst out in a desperate situation...
As the melody of the piano echoes in the air, the people of the village will quietly gather. Seeing that more people came, my father casually changed the song and replaced it with "the north wind that blows.".
Later, I learned that the tone of the erhu was originally born for sadness and hardship.
The sound of my father's piano accompanied me throughout my childhood, always cooking a faint sadness in the quiet of dusk, always inexplicably sad in the quiet of the flint, in the agricultural leisure season, the sound of the piano is like a breeze, planting bamboo hedges on the field of my childlike heart, and lingering in the years.
Grow up and go back to town. In the eighties, the city rose up to play the guitar, and the young me also had a good style, spent a whole month of more than 30 yuan of salary to buy one, learned to play "Childhood" in Chengfangyuan, and played and sang while playing and singing, but it seemed that there was something wrong with the childhood that was not too far away. Father said that the difference was Shen Yun.
Later, "Shanghai Beach" was popular in the streets and alleys, full of tongue-in-cheek "waves rushing and waves, never ending", my father let me play the guitar, he pulled the erhu, but how not to tune. So he played the violin and asked me to try to play the erhu so that I could have a bit of a tune.
The qin is the most exalted instrument in ancient Chinese culture, and it is said that it is "a pair of erhu pulling off the waist", which seems to be true. After pulling for decades, I always stayed in the "two knives" position, and my experience was particularly deep.
Decades of time have passed quietly, and there do not seem to be many waves in life. In the rolling red dust, in the complicated trivia, as the sideburns gradually become white, the elegance of playing the piano has long been polished, the persistence of playing the piano has long been swallowed up, a cavity of hot blood has gradually cooled, and it has long been unintentional to find the scorched tail, sometimes, it is to open the electronic keyboard on the piano table, and there is no intention to stroke it and let it be dusty.
A few days ago, when I went back to my hometown, my father said, you bring your electronic keyboard over, and I can play it when I'm fine, so as to prevent Alzheimer's disease. I said yes, and I also said that I would bring my family's better erhu and stay in my house, not to mention the boiling crane and burning the piano, it was also a violent thing.
After all, I, a layman, cannot fiddle with these elegant instruments, and how can these things be possible to make elegant sounds in the hands of such laymen as me? Or, empty your mind, get rid of the noise and hustle and bustle, and be quiet as an audience. On a moonlit night, light a heart lamp, sit in a chair, listen to a song of the Riba people, ashamed that I am not a confidant like the bell period of the mountain flowing water, but I love to listen after all.
Just in time, my daughter sent me back a set of high-fidelity mini speakers.
