In November 2013, Fu Cong came to the Hong Kong Academy for Performing Arts to play Chopard's music, and Lin Qingxia took a photo with Fu Cong backstage
In this year, three hundred and sixty-five days, there are seven billion stories, and every family, every person, lives dramatically in the midst of great change.
This year, everyone's story has a common enemy - the new coronavirus.
This year, I talked to my friends Jiang Qing and Jin Shenghua on the phone almost every day, Jiang Qing had a great doctor son, he worked in the emergency room of a Swedish hospital, overtime every day, refused to rest during the holidays, was tired and collapsed, but braced himself without complaint. There are many patients in the emergency room, the hospital protection measures are not enough, there is no protective clothing, the government stipulates that medical staff throughout the country are not allowed to do nucleic acid testing if they are sick, afraid that there will not be enough doctors and nurses in the hospital. Her son Hanning had a high fever, lost his sense of taste and smell, and went home to rest for a few days, and then continued to work after the fever subsided. Granddaughter Liya has a runny nose, the kindergarten asks the parents to take it back, and the daughter-in-law also feels very unwell and has not been able to go to work. Jiang Qing's heart hung in mid-air, wanting to cry without tears, and felt extremely helpless. But the son, like his father, has a great sense of mission for society, what can she say? We were all silent on the phone, and we couldn't say anything more. She was always a strong woman, and finally she said, "I'll write an article, that's all." She desperately wrote, wrote, and wrote, and in a year she published two books, "I Sing, I Sing" and "Music in Food." Later, Jiang Qing told me that the Swedish government finally agreed that the doctor could test and confirmed that her son had indeed had covid-19, but fortunately, things had moved and rained.
Jin Shenghua is very delicate, self-aware of being a high-risk family, three hundred and sixty-five days a year, at least three hundred and forty days at home, we often exchange reading experiences by phone twice a day, talking about the epidemic perception and life, she walked in her apartment, read, wrote articles, played guzheng, and went to Zoom to teach, but also comfortable, without any sense of being trapped in the city.
Jiang Qing and Jin Shenghua's closest piano poet Fu Congde died of new crown pneumonia, and on the morning of December 29, 2020, Jiang Qing told me the news while crying, and I was shocked to hear the bad news, and immediately informed Shenghua that she had cried so much on the phone that she could not accept this fact, and they all deplored the death of a great artist. Jiang Qing kept telling the bits and pieces of her friendship with Fu Cong in the past fifty-eight years, and Shenghua turned out all the articles about Fu Cong. I advised them to write out their inner sorrow, so that it would be better, and the two of them put away their tears and endured their grief and wrote down their condolences to the piano poet, I did not dare to disturb them for a few days until they wrote it and passed it on to me, Shenghua was already cramping several times, and Jiang Qing was exhausted.
Bai Xianyong's response to Jin Shenghua's article was: "Shenghua: I am afraid that only you can write this article in honor of Fu Cong, and you write it so solemnly, thoughtfully and deeply. First of all, Fu Cong is an outstanding musician, you put his respect for art, self-discipline rigor, sensitivity to music, all carefully expounded, and secondly, Fu Cong is a temperamental person, which you also vividly portrayed him, he is really Chopin's understanding, he also loves his motherland like Chopin. You care for him so much, you put bandages on his fingers – it's really touching. This is a big article. Xian Yong"
Jin Shenghua also responded to Jiang Qing's "Send Fu Cong - Waving Away" (see Southern Weekend APP):
Jiang Qing's long article was read, she was a prodigy!
Her writing has flesh and blood, after all, she has been friends with Fu Cong for fifty or sixty years!
Her memory is amazing, and the past is telling the story, which is moving?!
How three-dimensional and touching Fu Cong's Fu Cong is!
She is sensitive and straightforward, and she is also a personality!
Jiang Qing and Jin Shenghua's two swords together to remember Fu Cong is also an extremely important thing for them, and in addition to being sad, I am also happy that the two of them can write such a good article.
(Lin Qingxia/Photo)
This year, I was in the spirit of survival in the face of adversity, in addition to sports is to read books, write articles, many times from night to dawn, never in my life in such a short time to read so many books. Sometimes when I go home from outside, I will feel a little joy, because there is Zhang Ailing waiting for me, because there is Bai Xianyong waiting for me, because there is Milan Kundera waiting for me, because there is Duras waiting for me, there are many writers waiting for me. The happiest thing is that I published my third book, "Mirror In Front of mirror and behind mirror" during the epidemic.
On Christmas Eve in 2020, I made up my mind to go to bed early and get up early, to change my habit of waking up at dawn and in the afternoon, and to lose the ten pounds of flesh that I had added to my body during the epidemic. So far, this goal has basically been achieved, going to bed around twelve o'clock every day, getting up around eight or nine o'clock in the morning, and weighing ten pounds less.
On December 19, 2020, an egret that looked like a crane came to my backyard, sometimes perched among the trees, sometimes spread its wings and flew high, and every day since then, has it come to report good news? Yes, the vaccination against the new coronavirus pneumonia has been invented, and various countries have begun to receive vaccinations. I hope that the common enemy of this world will leave as soon as possible and that everyone's life can return to normal.
The footsteps of winter are fading away, and we are welcoming the arrival of spring.
Lin Qingxia