In the last twenty years, I have only seen China's plays twice. I never saw them in the first ten years, because I didn't see their significance and opportunities. Those two times were in the last ten years, but I left without seeing anything.
The first time was when I first arrived in Beijing in the first year of the Republic of China. At that time, a friend told me that Beijing opera was the best. Aren't you going to see the world? I think it's interesting to go to the theatre, but it's in Beijing. So they all ran to the garden with great interest. The opera had already started, and they had heard the drums outside. When we entered the door, several red and green ones flashed in front of my eyes, and then I saw a lot of heads under the stage. Then I looked around, only to see that there were still a few empty seats in the middle. Someone commented on me when I squeezed over and sat down. Because my ears are already loud, I listened to him attentively: "Some people can't."
We retreated to the back, but a braid came, leading us aside and pointing out a position. This so-called man of status used to be a bench, but his chair was three-quarters narrower than my thigh, and his feet were more than two-thirds longer than my calf. I don't have the courage to go up first. Then I thought of the lynching instruments and came out in horror.
After walking a lot, I suddenly heard my friend's voice, "What's the matter?" I turned my back, and it turned out that I also brought him out. He said in surprise, "Why do you always leave and refuse?" I said, "friend, I'm sorry, but my ears are noisy only in winter and winter, and I didn't hear them."
I was surprised every time I remembered it later. It seems that the play is terrible-otherwise, I'm not fit to live off the stage recently.
The second time, I forgot that year. In short, I raised a flood donation in Hubei, and Tan Jiaotian is still alive. The way of donation is to buy a theater ticket for two yuan, and you can go to the first stage of the theater. Most of them play famous roles, and one of them is Tian. I bought a ticket, which was originally an excuse to convince the fundraiser, but it seems that another kind-hearted person took the opportunity to tell me something important that I couldn't see. So I forgot the disasters in the past few years and went to the first issue, but because the tickets were expensive, about half of the people were very comfortable. I found it was too late that day, but the first stage was a new structure. There was no need to fight for seats, so I was relieved and put off going out until nine o'clock. Unexpectedly, as usual, everyone was full and it was difficult to stand on the stage. I had to squeeze into the distant crowd and watch an old man singing on the stage. Old Dan had two lighted paper sticks in his mouth, and there was a ghost pawn beside him. I thought hard before I doubted him or Manglietia's mother, because a monk came out later. However, I didn't know who the famous actor was, so I asked a fat gentleman who was crowded on my left. He gave me a contemptuous look and said, "Gong Yunfu!" I'm ashamed and rough, and my face is hot. At the same time, I made a rule in my mind that I would never ask again. So I watched Xiao Dan sing, Hua Dan sing and the old singer sing, and I didn't know what role to sing. I watched a large group of people fighting. Two or three people fought each other, from 9: 00 to 10, 10 to10/30,10/30 to 12. However, this day has not yet arrived.
I've never waited so patiently for anything, but the gasps of Mr. Fat around me, the beating of winter and winter on this stage, the swaying of red and green, and twelve o'clock suddenly made me realize that this place is not suitable for survival. At the same time, I rotate my body mechanically and squeeze hard. I feel my back is full, and the elastic fat gentleman has opened the right half in my empty space. I, no way back, naturally squeezed and squeezed, and finally got out of the door. There are almost no pedestrians in the street except the vehicles waiting for tourists, but there are still more than a dozen people holding their heads high at the gate to watch the play. Don't let a group of people stand without looking at anything. I think: they are probably watching the women after the play, but the night hasn't come yet ... but the air at night is very refreshing, really "refreshing" It seems that this is the first time I have encountered such good air in Beijing.
That night, that is, the night I sued China, I never thought of him again. Even if we pass by the theater occasionally, we are indifferent, mentally in the south of the world and in the north of the earth.
But I came across a Japanese book the other day, but I forgot the title and author. In short, it is about China's plays. One sentence seems to be to the effect that China's plays are all about knocking, shouting and jumping, which makes the spectators dizzy and unsuitable for watching the play, but if you ramble in the wild, from a distance, it has its own charm. ■■ At that time, I thought this was exactly what I said, which I didn't expect, because I really remember seeing a very good play in the wild. After I went to Beijing, I went to the theater twice, probably influenced by that time. Unfortunately, I don't know why I forgot the title.
As for the wonderful scene, it was already "in the foreseeable future", and I'm afraid I was only eleven or twelve years old at that time. It is our custom in Luzhen that every married daughter, if left unattended, will go back to her family for the summer.