Sing slogans in the village

Sing a big play in front of grandma's door

Pick up the daughter and ask the son-in-law

Dad will go, and so will mom.

The baby is leaving, too. ......

Singing drama in front of grandma's door is probably the most representative scene of childhood Chinese New Year.

I can feel the value of this sentence more than ordinary children.

Because my mother sings opera, my grandfather sings opera, and my father is also related to opera. I am a child who grew up in a play.

When I was a child, my grandfather worked as an accountant in a supply and marketing cooperative. Because of his father's composition, he was criticized and lost his office. He could write and calculate, and later he became the head of the county troupe.

In this way, my mother learned to sing opera and learn the big flat tune in her teens.

The young people of my mother's generation have learned a lot, but few have really learned it. My mother is the best in those schools and sings Tsing Yi.

At that time, my mother was beautiful, handsome and had a smart voice, and she became the pillar of my grandpa's troupe in her teens.

Later, I met my dad. After I was frustrated in college entrance examination, I was introduced to my mother in the same village. Grandpa saw that he didn't like to talk, so he found a master to learn to play Sanxian.

After I was born, my family followed my grandfather's troupe to perform all over the country, enjoying delicious food and drinking spicy food.

When I was a child, the atmosphere of singing in the village was particularly strong, especially during the Chinese New Year. There is a specially built stage in the village, and often the big stage and the small troupe start at the same time.

My mother only sings on the big stage. When the spotlight on the big stage is turned on, wow! It is resplendent and magnificent. This is what a palace should look like. That's where many children dream of playing, and that's where I grew up.

I have played with the curtain of the stage, the costumes in the background, the cosmetics, the props of swords and halberds, and the mouths of old students. I am familiar with the purpose of things.

Every time actresses make up, I sit by and watch them paint red on the mirror, and the oil paints become wonderful under their brushstrokes.

Look at them all bright and leisurely, like singing white clothes in flowing water, blooming with softness. On the stage, all the bits and pieces of their daily life, as well as their parents' parents, disappeared. At that moment, they were pure women.

My friends in the same group and I often secretly put those paints on our faces in the background, put towels on our arms, imitate the "sleeves" on clothes, and wriggle shyly.

I don't know what I am humming, but I am making trouble in an orderly way.

It was really lively at that time! The stage sings in the morning, afternoon and evening, which is called "three compartments" (because the audience in the ancient theater sat in the box to watch the play).

Before each performance, musicians will play some opera clips to warm up the scene, and the audience under the stage will sit on their small benches early and cran their necks to wait.

In the corner and edge of the audience, there are various vendors selling snacks. You can see balloon-shaped marshmallows swaying from a distance, attracting excited and greedy children.

In addition, we also sell fried sausage (our local snack), fried bean jelly, scones and so on. , are relatively large snacks. Smoke wafted from the bonfire burning at the bottom of the pot, mixed with the smell of cooked food, which has the unique taste of childhood festivals.

Most vendors are surrounded by greedy children, but I usually don't crowd.

Because every time the play is over, there will be uncles, aunts or grandfathers of the troupe who wear makeup (I can always tell who they are from their thick powder makeup) and take me to the vendor's booth to buy food and play, so that I can choose.

Evening performances usually end around eleven o'clock in the evening, after which the actors will have dinner. I sleep at my grandmother's house. Every time grandpa comes back, he will wake me up and bring me delicious food.

Or exquisite candy, melon seeds, snacks, or delicious snacks and canned food, which are richer than the average family's new year's goods.

In that era of material scarcity and food and clothing, I simply lived a princess-like life.

On New Year's Eve, every household will set off firecrackers to eat jiaozi, and local villagers will also send us jiaozi.

Later, after school, I stopped hanging out with the troupe, but my parents didn't stop me, so I was left with my grandmother during the New Year. Although I have made full preparations for the New Year, I already know what loneliness is.

Later, the TV industry developed, and the business of singing opera gradually declined. More and more China New Year has been replaced by feasts, and the "China New Year" has become more and more silent.

Now every Chinese New Year, I always think of the picture of singing opera when I was a child. That kind of "year" will never come again, just like a epiphyllum that only blooms in childhood.

If you think about it carefully, it's really "life is like a play", and the gongs and drums are loud, but it's just to set off the ice when it's over. There's no drama that can't stop.

"Big saw, big saw, big drama in front of grandma's house …" can only exist in folk songs.

I just hope that when I sing this ballad to the children again, the children will understand.

# Yu X Hong Sheng #.

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