/kloc-More than 0/00 years ago, Leizun Temple was an avenue landscape in Wuxi. The viewer can play the pipa, which is called the "iron hand pipa". There was a woman in the Taoist temple who often listened to the master play the piano, and later fell in love with the master and became pregnant. 1897, she gave birth to a child, nicknamed A Bing. Relatives believe that A Bing's mother was born in a humble background, and the child survived, so did she. After A Bing was sent back to Taoist Temple at the age of four, her family forced her to commit suicide. ...
A Bing returned to Lei Zun's house. Because my father is a Taoist, I can only call "Tiepipa" a master, and never call my father. How eager he is to call him "Dad"! The iron hand pipa carefully raised the child, and taught all the pipa skills and folk melodies he knew to A Bing. A Bing studied with his father for more than 20 years. When he was 26, his father died and A Bing became a master.
When A Bing first became a master, the incense in Lei Zuntang was still very prosperous. Someone took a fancy to A Bing's money, so they tricked A Bing into smoking opium and got sick again. A Bing was so ill that he went blind. He asked his cousin to help manage Taoist chores. When he became blind, his cousin gradually took control of the affairs of the temple, and finally drove A Bing out of the Leizun Hall. About 1930, A Bing is in his thirties.
After A Bing was driven away, he had to walk along the downtown pier near the Wuxi Canal and play the huqin as a street violinist. Make a living by busking, and suffer from human sufferings.
The sky is gray, and the first ray of sunshine has not yet spilled on the earth. The birds' deep songs floated across the remote and narrow gravel road with the cool breeze. Dimly, there are two shadows moving slowly forward. Some people can see clearly. It was A Bing who, led by his wife, carried the erhu that accompanied him for many years and went to his performing place.
The bustling streets are still sleeping and deserted. He went to the Liangxi River and sat down. Later, I played the Hu Qin, with an elegant and beautiful voice, just like the ups and downs of the Liangxi River, with a touch of sadness and desolation. This is a critical moment for War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression. Every household is short of money and food, and people are rushing for a living. A Bing is poorer, colder and more miserable. How he wants to live a happy life! But now all I can see is darkness.
People have had lunch, but A Bing has not been asked to play a song. The broken bowl in front of him is surprisingly empty.
A group of well-fed vendors came and were sitting there drinking tea. When they saw A Bing, they didn't even look at him. They proudly said, "A Bing, we made money today and are in a good mood. Play two songs for us. " At this moment, A Bing's eyes are invisible, but his heart is discerning. Listening to those boastful words, I thought to myself, "If my eyes were not blind at this time, would it be your turn to talk to me like this?" But at the thought that my stomach was still hungry and my home was in rags, tears came out of my eyes and my arms began to wave. When I finished eating, I got two copper coins, but I put them outside the broken bowl. A Bing quickly reached out and touched them trembling. How he wishes to touch them as soon as possible!
A kind-hearted person reminded A Bing: "You played so well, why don't you shout and help the audience?" A Bing said, "I won't attract customers. People listen to what they like. Now I am not a person, but I also want to live a decent life! "
A Bing always answers people like this, but he has to play for two or three guests and listen to the jingle of coins. At that time, A Bing's heart was like a mountain, struggling to get rid of it. Nevertheless, we still can't feed and warm the whole family. In the later days, A Bing lived a miserable life, busking every day, getting up early and getting greedy until his death.
Spring is warm in bloom, and the grass shakes sadly in the wind. A Bing, sitting beside the path, played beautiful music like flowing water, and the music poured out quietly from his fingertips with a touch of sadness.
I'm still wearing a gray cotton-padded jacket. I don't know how many spring, summer, autumn and winter have passed, and the shoes have already worn out, leaving only two cotton balls. Although the clothes are tattered, they are still clean. A Bing's eyes are blind, but his heart longs for a bright and happy life. Not many people listen to his music. After listening to this, two or three people threw a copper coin or two on the ground. Is this a reward for A Bing's noble cause? Maybe it is! At that time, entertainers were all people at the bottom of society!
In summer, the hot weather makes people fidgety, and people who listen to music will be cynical about A Bing. The cotton in A Bing's clothes was pulled out by his wife and turned into a summer dress. At this time, he is playing the erhu without arrogance or rashness. Suddenly, a big man came up to him and shouted, "Hey, old man, play two paragraphs for me." Throwing a copper coin on the ground, A Bing pulled it up, and the big fellow glanced at it: "Oh, it's A Bing! Why are you not dead? Haha! " A Bing silently endured all this, which has often happened in the past few days.
In autumn, A Bing also plays the piano repeatedly, but there are many fallen leaves in the street. The cold wind blew the fallen leaves back and forth and carried them to A Bing.
In winter, life in A Bing is particularly difficult. The cold wind is blowing, and my clothes are not enough to keep out the cold. A Bing's hands were blue with cold, but he didn't seem to know they were still pulling. The cold wind in the street drove people home. There are few people here, and people are even less willing to stand on the street for half a day listening to erhu songs. This means that A Bing and his wife don't have enough food, and winter is an unimaginable hardship for A Bing and his wife.
A Bing repeated such a hard life. He desperately supports and insists on his favorite music.
People call A Bing "three are not poor": the people are not poor (not afraid of power); Poor people are not poor (not free to eat); Poor people are not poor (honest).
In Wuxi, a landlord raped a girl of 13 years old at home. When A Bing knew about it, he immediately made up lyrics to praise it, exposing the evil deeds of the landlord, arousing public anger and scaring the landlord to flee for months without going home.
On one occasion, the Kuomintang warlord Tang please hold a birthday party for his thirteen aunts. A Bing flatly refused and was beaten, but A Bing didn't give in, made up the lyrics and played the erhu to curse.
During War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression, the Japanese occupied Wuxi, and a man named Zhang Shijun became a traitor. When A Bing found out, he made up words to scold him and was beaten again. Later the traitor was killed by the Japanese. A Bing clapped his hands and sang A Traitor's End along the street, which won applause from Wuxi people.
Music, like all arts, before entering the Golden Hall of Vienna, ordinary and suffering are the soil that nourishes their growth. When Beethoven was struggling and shouting for his fate, when Mr Chopin was in a foreign country, our master Hua was exchanging his three meals a day with others for his sounds of nature.
After losing his sight, A Bing's fate was decided at the moment when his eyes turned black. He has no room for struggle, and all his strength has been exhausted. He began to busk along the street and beg for a living. He joined the ranks of the most miserable people in China. The beggar's perennial identity marks are straw rope, rags and shoes, a bony hand waiting for charity, a dark hand, a slightly hunched shoulder, hunger and cold, silence when people look down on him or insult him, and a dirty look, but A Bing doesn't. Under the care of his wife Dong, he still tries to put on the only decent clothes at home when he goes out every day. Although most of them are worn out, they are all mended and washed.
At this time, A Bing has transcended life and entered the lofty realm of death. This eternal night has gradually given the simple children in the countryside a fresh and strange power. Now, relying on this sober and lonely power, he supports his rock-like disabled body to live and live in the city! Year after year, he continued to sing the most amazing soul exile in the history of human music like a cuckoo. Every song he sings brings him daily food, but what he gets more is the soul of a singer who is still beating tenaciously under the oppression of a deformed society. He never gave in to fate, even in the unfortunate case of blindness. He belongs to a few people who truly believe and finally see the divine dawn. Few people can understand life carefully and learn the rare poetic process of death-A Bing did it! When he walked in a stormy life, he suffered the most extraordinary pain that anyone could bear. This kind of pain condenses and eventually becomes a realm that others can't surpass in his heart or soul world. In this extraordinary realm, death gradually became a string of his fingers, a beautiful song, soaring into the sky, lingering over the illusory nine days. The storm has passed, leaving the world a clear, bright and green world. In his blind eyes, A Bing found his mood when he was young, and the chaotic world of a happy teenager who never knew the weight of life!
In his spare time, the instrument he uses most is still the mahogany huqin handed down from that family, and the music he often plays is still the song "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon", which symbolizes the fate of his life-tenderness, bitterness, elegance, resentment, tranquility and uneasiness, just like the bright moon in the dark. He regards this music as important as his eyes. He is still constantly revising and polishing music thoughts and rhythms. He wants to add another experience to his own experience: the experience of music! Similarly, he also wants to add another kind of pain to the pain: the pain of music. All this is the lofty realm of artistic perfection!
A Bing turned his life into a deep pool under the shade of the East or in the vast desert. In the moonlight at night, from a distance, it was dark, silent and even a little dirty; When you are near it, or near it in broad daylight, it is a clear and transparent spring with countless breezes and ripples ... The gurgling spring water comes from the depths of the earth and from the mysterious and deep embrace of nature.
Here, the poet Brodsky's two words have also been verified: "The sharpening speed is the author's self-portrait and a thorough understanding of astrophysics ..." "He kept running until he found a place. At the end of the space, he hit the time ... "
Another sad thing in A Bing's life is that after his blindness, Wuxi people seem to have lost their memory of him. Everyone is tacitly aware, including his peers and acquaintances, and those who like to listen to him play the Hu Qin. They all feel that the life of this orphan Taoist has come to an end. Yes, he won't do anything but beg and busk along the street, so he can only sit at home and wait for death. Some people happened to meet Mr. and Mrs. A Bing in the street. They even stared at them in surprise and said loudly, "Huh? This person is still alive? " During the long ten years from 1928 to 1937, A Bing became an abstract symbol of the image of poor street performers who were reduced to the bottom of life in the streets and lanes; Street scenes that people take for granted but turn a blind eye to. His straight upper body was painfully stiff because he couldn't see with his eyes. He didn't walk like a normal person, but fell backwards in a funny way. Invisible eyes are facing the sky and instinctively yearn for more distant space.
In the past ten years, most rich people, rich people's children or local so-called literati have lost interest in him. A Bing himself was completely involved in the ranks of the poor, ordinary people and street beggars, and became a member of the bottom of society who always dealt with ordinary citizens. His youthful temper and notoriously stubborn strength have also faded by more than half. Sometimes he falls down in front of the bed, sometimes he knocks down a fruit stall and a chair in the corridor of the teahouse in broad daylight, like a useless old man, less than forty years old ... There is a wry smile on his mouth that others can't detect. He is not laughing at others, or at the world as before, but actually laughing at himself-he thinks he is really ridiculous and must be blind. He made this realm appear in the form of music. He condensed his ultimate view on life and life on the strings of the huqin or pipa. You can hear that the biggest component of his temperament is love. ...
He learned to listen more quietly and beautifully. He was just listening, but fate pushed him into the abyss of suffering again and again. He never gave up the world in his ears and the faith in his ears. China's ancient natural landscape is the most abundant in A Bing. He was born bathed in this brilliance. When he grew up, he also fully enjoyed the expression of this breath on his musical instrument. The education level in A Bing is not high. According to the standards of the times, his education level will not exceed the third grade of primary school. He is just an unknown artist living in China. There are probably many artists like him in the famous towns and villages of China in the old days, and their existence is inferior according to a certain concept of China art.. The unknown artist, represented by A Bing, has been discriminated against by China's so-called official history.
From the external environment, in a turbulent era, the life of ordinary people has ceased to exist in a troubled time like China between 1890 and 1950. Time is like a flooded river, which makes the innocent people who are struggling in it flee around in the cry of panic, and no one cares. A Bing accidentally recorded this experience with music. From the earth-shaking countryside in China to the most lively bazaar, he became the clearest emotional witness of that era, including the witness of the changes of ancient ethics, aesthetics, wisdom and morality in China. When A Bing was alive, it happened to be the biggest change in China in the last thousand years. What he played on the strings was the real sound of troubled times. Song, after all, is the time to rebuild.