Painted girl

The girl with a face painted is not like Xiaohua Mall as people say. When they first met, she was frightened by her makeup. Her face is like a heavy jujube with phoenix eyes, sleeping silkworm eyebrows and a long beard. Guan Gong is still alive. According to Facebook, it's called martial arts. Small body, but will be very obsessed with life and death.

Flower-faced girl was not born in a traditional opera family, but in a small village in Shaanxi. She grew up without a TV, only a radio. Influenced by her grandparents' habits, she listens to Shaanxi opera every day, and the loud voice in the northwest is imperceptibly imprinted in her heart.

? When I was a child, the girl with a painted face always heard the roar on the radio every morning. At first, she hummed along, so she was confused because she couldn't read. Slowly in primary school, the girl with a painted face began to understand some meanings. In order to understand this charm more clearly, she copied these operas. She found that the beauty of traditional Chinese opera could not be described in words, but only felt the soul. For example, Peony Pavilion. Garden "wrote:

Dream back to the chaos and light of Yinger all the year round.

Ren Li Xiao Ting Shen Yuan

Put out the cigarette and throw away the remaining embroidery thread.

This spring is the same as last year.

? In just a few words, there are: after many years, it should be a good time and a good scene, so there are many kinds of customs. Who can tell the beauty of artistic conception? The players on the stage, with gongs and drums, resurrected the dead and sang this scene alone. She knows that she likes opera.

? A folk custom in Shaanxi is "social fire". People paint their faces, put on costumes, hold broadswords, step on stilts, and walk around villages and towns in bouncing cars, praying for good luck for a year. This year, the girl who painted her face followed her grandfather. This is the first time she painted her face. She never imagined that this makeup would never come off.

? The flower-faced girl looked at herself in the mirror, with a dark face, a red background and a bunch of yellow flowers at her temples. The lights dimmed and she couldn't see her true colors clearly. The air is filled with the king's disguise. So she decided to learn singing and painting facial makeup.

? The man, immersed in ink, picked up his pen, and his face in the mirror was half bright and half indigo. From then on, he showed people with another face, drawing a little melancholy in the girl's heart. He remembered that Xi Murong wrote in "The Actor":

Please don't believe my beauty.

Under the painted face

I have a player's heart

……

I'm just an actor.

Always in other people's stories

With his own tears.

After reading this poem, the flower-faced girl couldn't understand why the actor was written so sadly. She thinks that life is a play, and a part of life is being performed on stage, just like a play is composed of several parts, which is what people call a passbook play. The passbook play is only a fraction of the whole play, and usually has no beginning or end. It is because of an incomplete charm that there are not so many disappointments. She decided to use other people's scripts to play her own play.

The painter persisted for fifteen years. At that time, Maomao's dry girl was twenty-five years old and became a veritable old play bone. She persisted for more than ten years, practicing basic skills, leg press, bending, splitting, singing and so on at a fixed time every day for more than ten years, and tried different roles. She is clean and ugly, proficient in everything, and proficient in eighteen martial arts. She told me that she wanted to give up on the first day of learning to sing opera, but when she saw the appearance of her predecessors on the stage, she was only excited, so she began to let go of her impetuosity and slowly settled down to learn basic skills, just like a Shaolin boy, learning martial arts. Who says actors have no real kung fu?

I once asked the painted girl: You have played so many roles, which one do you like best? She said: I don't like it. I like every one. When I came into contact with the script and started rehearsing, I spent all my thoughts on the interpretation of the characters, so I like every role. I asked: Are you too involved in the drama to tell the difference between reality and drama? She said that life is a play and the roles are constantly changing. The pressure of real life is increasing. We all live with masks. Don't judge the hypocrisy of others. Every time we talk to you through a mask, you and I are actors. I am afraid that if I take off my mask, you will not know what I look like. I'm afraid that taking off this mask will scare the daylights out of you. I am afraid to take off this mask, and you are strangers from now on. Therefore, there is no play in life, and we will never have a play. We will play this play with you, my play, our life. In your play, you are the leading role and I am the supporting role. Similarly, in my play, I am the protagonist. We play bosses or employees at work, and we will draw their faces. After work, we will play parents and children, and we will draw faces belonging to another role. Faces are changing all the time, so we should play every different role seriously and perform our real joys and sorrows. So why care too much about gains and losses? Last night, there was not a breeze.

I don't understand what she said, but I understand something. If we take off the mask, will there be an emotional interpretation? If we lose the changeable mask, what kind of face should we live in this world? This kind of life is mixed, and we should all understand it one by one. Whether it is a mask or a mask, we are all eager for a sense of identity. We all try our best to interpret each of our different roles and try our best to make the play perfect. We have changed from a tender face to maturity, from maturity to vicissitudes, until we are wrinkled. We didn't change our faces. Unconsciously, we performed ourselves on our own stage. The audience is not too much, and the applause may not be too much, but it doesn't matter, we are good at having ourselves and shadows. Not all stories can be put on the stage, not all people will go down in history, and not all life is comedy. Because of this, at least we have been here, as Tagore said: there are no traces of wings in the sky, but I have flown.

The girl with the face painted shows the life of a person from drama to life. Perhaps it was her interpretation of many people's lives. In the mirror, she was half bright and half indigo, a few screams, a few cheers and a few red curtains, which opened a passbook drama. You are not playing yourself, but you are involved, other people's plays, your tears.

In the play, three or two children play tricks on lotus roots in groups of three or five, and osmanthus flowers fall all over the garden. Only orioles sing, sing a song about life, like a play.

Try to play every role that belongs to us in life. Because of the differences, a complete life script is connected in series without repetition.

After bidding farewell to the painting girl, she began to write painted faces again. I don't know what she played this time. What I know is that I also began to draw faces in my life.

And when did you start writing and what kind of face are you going to draw?