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Author: Shi Yuchun
The origin of this article
Today, when browsing a friend's blog, I saw my previous message. This is a piece of gossip about Qin opera. Because of this message, I thought of watching operas and Qin Opera again So, I thought about writing about my opera fate and writing something about Qin Opera.
? My message on a friend's blog
? That big painted face made me feel very cordial, as if I had returned to my hometown, with the desolate, strong, rough and unrestrained voice of Daqin in my ears. People in Qin called the big painted face "Heitou" or "Hei Sa (two tones, Shaanxi dialect, the characters are self-made, can't be typed, only pinyin)". I think the singing voice of "Hei Sa" can represent the Qin Opera feature. In "Da Qin Opera", the actor who sings "Zhan Dan Tong" is known as "A Thunder". Just think about it, in the deserted and deserted wilderness surrounded by wind and sand, only this kind of flat thunderstorm seems to be commensurate with the environment, and can show the Qin people, Qin Feng, and Qin Yun. It is said that when Wang Luobin was imprisoned in Xinjiang and was so depressed that he was about to "extend himself from the people", it was because he heard the majestic and desolate Qin opera outside the prison that he mustered up the courage to live again. I boldly guessed that what he heard at that time must be the singing of the big painted face.
My drama
I don't know when I fell in love with Qin opera. The memory of Qin Opera is very vague, and it is also a long time ago. All of this probably started when I was a child.
For some reason, it seems that there is a fascination for stories in my bones. When I was a child, I snuggled up to my grandmother, listened to my grandmother telling stories on the warm kang of my grandmother. This past scene has been engraved in my memory for a long time, and it will never lose its color, let alone dissipate. . This warm scene of grandparents and grandchildren, even thinking about it now, feels very comfortable.
Grandma didn't go to school, but she knew a lot of things. This was my childhood impression. The old man has a very good memory. According to her own grandmother, when she was young, beggars came to the village. While making bamboo boards, they spoke allegro books, went into the house, and begged from house to house. She followed behind the beggars and listened to them. She said allegro, and when the begging book was finished, she knew everything by heart. In her seventies, she was still able to recite word for word the Allegro book that she remembered from her childhood. I often feel ashamed, because the memory of the old man is more than ten thousand and eight thousand; I also often feel sorry for her old man who has no chance to study. Probably due to her amazing memory, my grandmother has a lot of stories in her mind. For example, "Huang's Daughter Vs King Kong" about reincarnation of cause and effect, "Black Baby and White Baby Picking up Beans" about brotherhood, "Xiangshan Temple Returning a Vow" about filial pietyall these stories made me feel so happy. Fascinated.
The preference for stories is the original reason why I like Qin Opera, because when I first watched the opera, I only watched the "plot".
The village people call Qin Opera very simply, just one word - "opera". When I was young, wherever there was a performance, as long as someone uttered three words¡ª"Let's go to the theater", I could invite groups of neighbors and folks to meet, hold benches, laugh and talk all the way to the stage.
When I was a child, the economy was not as prosperous as it is today, and life was not as rich as it is now. At that time, there were very few TVs and radio broadcasts, and it was not easy to watch plays. You have to wait until there is a "meeting" in the village or town every year before you can see a play. What the villagers call "meeting" is a bit like "collection" in written language. But, we also have a "set" argument. For those of us over there, "meeting" is "hui" and "collection" is "collection". The two are distinct and should not be confused. The so-called "meeting" can be called "meeting" only on a few days that are agreed upon in a year. The duration of the "meeting" is: each session is generally only three days, based on the lunar calendar. For example, in our town, there are "March 17th Meeting", "April 8th Meeting", "September 25th Meeting" Take "April 8th Meeting" as an example, this "meeting" is to commemorate the Buddha's birthday It is assumed that the eighth, ninth, and tenth days of the fourth month of the lunar calendar are regular meetings, and occasionally the meeting will be extended for special reasons. "Set" is different, the set period is one day, depending on the odd and even days of the lunar calendar. For example, Dongbian Town has a double-day "set". If the "set" day meets the "meeting" day, the "set" is combined as "meeting". In our town, there is a single-day "set". The third, fifth, seventh, ninth, and eleventh days of each lunar month are "sets".
"Meeting" is no less than New Year's Day in the memory of our generation and many previous generations. In our generation, because if there was a "meeting" at that time, the school would occasionally give a day or half a day off, and parents would also give some pocket money, so that they could buy what they wanted to eat and what they wanted at the "meeting". something. I like "meeting" not because of my greedy mouth. Strange to say, I have learned to save money since I was a child. When there is a "meeting", my mother will give me fifty cents to buy something to eat. After each meeting, I will give the fifty cents to my mother intact. My longing for the "meeting" stems from the fact that there will be plays on the "meeting". At that time, watching a play, as mentioned above, is just a story.sp; I said.
"have you eaten?"
asked the mother.
"No."
I said.
"Is the money I gave you lost?"
asked the mother.
"Here it is."
With that said, I took out fifty cents and handed it to my mother.
"Why don't you buy something to eat?"
asked the mother.
"No time. I have to watch a play"
I said.
"I see you are busy, this baby"
Mother said not without pity.
In this way, during the years at home, I have been obsessed with operas-Daqin Opera, and I have been telling my grandmother about the operas I have seen.
Later, my grandmother passed away.
Later, I left home to study and work.
? When I am far away from home, the feeling of homesickness becomes more and more serious day by day. For my hometown, in addition to nostalgia for my relatives, the land where I was born and raised, there is also the opera that I can't give up-Qin Opera.
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