Drama in my hometown

Missing my hometown is a branch that stretches in the middle of the night; It's grandpa's flickering smoke pot; It is a mottled corrugated board on the roof; It is rotten grass in the corner; It is an iron firecracker rising from the ground; It's a roar from the chest.

In September of the lunar calendar, the autumn harvest ends. Potatoes went into the cellar and corn was put on the shelf. Villagers bent by telephone poles can finally take a long breath and shout at it to express their hard work and joy this year.

In that era of relying entirely on the sky for food, the older generation was full of awe of the sky. Pray for God to bless a year of good weather and good harvests. But God is too far away after all, and the Dragon King is just around the corner. The most revered god in my hometown is the black-faced dragon king. Due to the long history, the origin of this dragon prince is not clear. However, in the loess plateau, in the hearts of villagers who are dry and short of water, the dragon king occupies the supreme position. Therefore, worshipping God is a great event. Of course, the best way to offer sacrifices to the gods is to invite the Dragon King to watch the drama.

Drama, of course, must be Shaanxi opera.

Shaanxi opera is a voice from the soul, bloodshot eyes, and the desolation of the yellow land is flying in the tune. If you go into the room to see it, you always feel that you have lost its original taste. The Qin opera in my heart belongs to the farmer carrying a hoe on the yuanshang, the woman washing clothes by the ditch, the deafening roar, or the lingering whisper.

The yellow sky in the northwest is thick and the scenery is rough, which is just suitable for expressing those sad, sad, sad and passionate feelings, knocking people's hearts. Every word and sound of the Qin Opera is gouged out from people's hearts with a sharp knife. It is the most primitive and pure emotion of people. Listening to Shaanxi Opera, you will feel that you are a real living person.

In the morning, when he curled up on the hot kang and didn't want to come out, grandpa had set up the brazier with a smile, and the tea in pots and pans overflowed happily. He was drinking tea, smoothing his beard and smoking a hookah, and the smell of rice was already floating in the kitchen. In a short time, grandma stood on tiptoe and put hot Huang Chengcheng rice and hemp vegetables on the kang table. The family sat around the kang table and sucked bowls of delicious and warm rice into their stomachs. Grandma licked her own bowl and had to lick the children's bowls while cursing.

Master, master! Singing in the theater today!

Hey! Do you want to go to the theater?

Grandpa, I want to see it!

Ha ha! Let me take you to the theater!

Dragging me with a "burning drink" in one hand The theater is very lively. On the high earth steps, I knelt respectfully in front of the Dragon King, and grandpa looked at the incineration with a pious face. I have been afraid to look up, and the black-faced dragon king is a little scared. I'm thinking that the face of the dragon Lord is really dark, even darker than the face of the black general in the village. I don't think this is right. This is disrespectful to God. Forget it and knock your head off seriously to make amends.

Before the play started, the vendors had occupied the favorable terrain.

Selling beans, selling persimmons, selling jelly soda, selling sugar stalks ... busy and shouting. Around a group of children, some got their wish, holding a "sugar stalk" in their hands; Some eagerly looked at a bowl of sparkling bean jelly and secretly swallowed it. Whose child is holding his mother's skirt and crying for a balloon, but her mother won't buy it. She was slapped on the ass and cried, and a bubble blew out of her nose.

Old people come to the theatre, while young people just want to "mix fire". It's all luck to meet a girl from a neighboring village and see someone.

The little boy doesn't care about this. He climbed to the branch and the wall wherever he was high.

Suddenly, toot, toot, toot, toot, toot, toot, toot, toot, toot, toot, toot. The woman with the straw couldn't squeeze in, and looked out with her mouth half open to see who was well dressed and whose voice was heard. As the sound of gongs and bangzi picking Baba-picking Baba stopped, Banhu was hooked up.

Whenever this happens, I expect big face, because big face is busy. If a woman comes out, she will definitely cry for a long time, and she can't wait to scold a few words in her heart and die quickly!

If I'm lucky, I can catch up with singing "Kill the Temple" and see Han Qi. Because this village is Hanjiazhuang, the hero surnamed Han in the play is of course Hanjia, and he has an unspeakable pride.

People at the theatre love to eat pockmarked seeds, but pockmarked seeds have no time to spit, stick to their beards and hang on their corners of their mouths, unaware of it. You can throw a pockmarked pit into your mouth without looking.

Singing to a sad place, silence; When singing to a happy place, the crowd buzzed, and some people even farted with laughter. The fart man blushed and turned his head, and the popularity he planted made him blow his beard and stare. Singing to the place of grief and indignation, women even pinched the straw; People gnash their teeth when they sing where they hate.

At that time, I was too young to understand the play at all. I just want to "light the fire". Adults can get a dime of pocket money when they are happy. Buying a bag of spiced sunflower or drinking a cup of colorful soda is the greatest enjoyment and happiness.

Later, when I grew up, I realized how passionate and rich the villagers in Shaanxi Opera were. Farmers who deal with heaven and earth are not good at expressing themselves. They are usually taciturn, and the best way to express their feelings is to shout a song in the field. You can tell God what you are worried about by saying "Hello Mahan of the Dynasty" or "Shout to tie the bill", and then have fun. They are straight-tempered, just like their favorite long noodles, a long one, from one end of the intestine to the other. Bowls of long noodles are poured into the stomach, and the whole body is boiling hot, the face is sweaty, and the internal organs are warm, and there is nowhere to hide. They speak and do things directly.

The troupe is funded by the whole village. It depends on the population and strength of this village. If a big troupe is invited to a village, it will be a hot event in ten miles and eight townships. Generally, it doesn't matter if Zhuanglang invites a county troupe or a troupe. If you invite a troupe from the city, or a troupe from Fengxiang, Shaanxi, not only the people in the village are happy, but also the people in the surrounding villages are happy to rush thousands of miles to see the play.

For children, the backcourt of the stage is always a mysterious and interesting place. The backstage is the place where actors rest and pile up props, and ordinary people are not allowed to enter. If someone's grandfather or uncle happens to be the "president", there is a chance to go in through the back door. That is something to be proud of for a long time. You can vividly show off to your friends how fast Mahan's knife was in how bright, how sharp Yang Jiajiang's spear was, whose mother the woman who sang Qin Xianglian looked like, and who Chen Shimei looked like.

From September 9, people all over the country will sing big plays and worship God.

After the play in our village, we will go to the house of seven aunts and eight aunts to see the play, and we will not delay our relatives. When the children put on new clothes, the adults' temper suddenly improved a lot.

The long noodles of relatives have been rolled for a long time, and the minced meat soup has been cut. Get on the kang, get on the bench, wipe your arms and sleeves, and eat a bowl of long noodles just out of the pot.

There are no jokes in the theater. What we want is joy. If everyone is funny, the play will be a success.

Sometimes I can meet jugglers and magicians, which is an unexpected surprise. Tired of watching, everyone huddled on the kang and talked about "ancient and modern", so excited that they gradually fell asleep after midnight. No one knows who peed on the kang all night.

For farmers, besides Chinese New Year, singing opera is the most festive and lively thing. From Dongzhuang to Xizhuang, from Nancun to Beicun, watching the play, visiting relatives and aunts, etc., are all summaries and explanations of the past year. No matter how many joys and sorrows there were in the past year, saying goodbye with such a solemn and festive ceremony is full of hope for the coming year.

I left my hometown after school and haven't seen my hometown drama for many years. But whenever I hear the accompaniment of Qin opera, I pull my thoughts back to that warm and innocent era.

I have also seen the beauty of some other operas, but unlike Shaanxi opera, it can sing to people's hearts at once. Shaanxi dialect speaks the words of hometown and sings the dialect of hometown, expressing the most primitive and simple feelings in the hearts of the people in the yellow land.

Every time I hear Shaanxi opera, I think of lovely people and that lost time. At that time, materials were scarce, but people's hearts were bright and people's lives were happy.

Times have changed. Many young people have left their hometown and gone to different places to pursue their dreams. Farewell to hometown, mostly in dreams.

Occasionally, when I return to my hometown, new buildings or exquisite courtyards are springing up on my hometown land. The old stage has been replaced by a spacious and bright new stage. The Dragon King will also move into his new house, and it is said that he has invited several other immortals as neighbors. It seems that even the Dragon Lord has caught up with the good times and kept pace with the times. Looking at this ever-changing change, the old dragon prince said nothing, but he should be happy in his heart.

What is even more gratifying is that the villagers who have left their homes for generations still have this barren and enthusiastic land in their hearts. In the process of building the cultural square in my hometown, I did my part with the villagers who stayed behind.

The big drama in memory is still in my ears, and the new drama will be more "happy" and more lively. No matter where you go, with this drama, you will have roots and souls in your heart.

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Attached are two songs about Allegro-

( 1)

Longwang Temple is unusual.

Zhang Jia Li Jia Liang mian Zhan

Xiangxianger noodles yiliangwan

Run to the theater to see the performance

Renshenduo Dripping Pills Dandan

The mud under your feet disturbed the mass.

The big girl combed her long hat and dried it.

A 20-year-old woman wears a sling on her head.

This young man is the focus of attention.

Suizi Qing Zi bi Diao ha yi brochette

A bag of sunflowers is five cents.

A packet of foreign sugar is one yuan.

My son Eva loves sweet stalks.

Women's wagged persimmons are sweet.

The old man dropped a bunch of pockmarked bowls on his mouth.

The old woman dripped the straw to squeeze out the joy.

It is Qin Xianglian who is singing on the stage.

The name of the play is hymn.

Chen Shimei's Biography of Hu Qi

Killing his wife and children is annoying.

The emperor's daughter is also difficult.

Beg to stop it

Can Bao Ye's straw cutter grow eyes?

Send an ungrateful beauty to the west with one knife.

On September 9th, it was really beautiful.

Ten miles and eight townships spread their reputation.

Let's go back to our hometown next year.

Heat the kang and wipe the rice.

I'll tell you another story.

(2)

Xin Xin er di potato Xin Xin er di noodles

Eat rice and stir the ball.

Eat a piece and eat a few pieces.

Seven dishes and eight bowls.

My stomach is full of food.

After dinner, go to the sun to warm up.

Get some sunshine. Nonsense.

My parents came to the west for a short time.

From Dongjia to Sol Zhang

From Ruojia to Longshan.

Zhao's wife sings Qin opera.

Hit Jin-tae, praise the case

Sanniang's adopted son, three opposite.

Black Ding Ben, Golden Beach

Picking up gold, I love watching it.

Lotus lantern, split Huashan mountain

It's unusual for a flower pavilion to meet.

Shaanxi opera is good, and Shaanxi opera is wonderful.

You have a board, I have a board.

Tell about the good changes in my hometown

Good singing. Have fun.

Sing to people's hearts

Roll up your sleeves and work hard.

Live like an adult!