subject: Just Do Some Tired Body [print this page] Previously, and in recognition of an old man of my speech I said that I do not understand pingtan can hold on to the end, it is not easy. I said to him, although do not understand, but I definitely products out of deep pingtan quaint charm.
Just as these old people go to find the past, to listen to pingtan ways to enjoy old age, I harbored a strange psychological visits, experience with a new mood to enjoy the Pingtan, thought different, but the same harvest.
Storytelling and Ballad Singing harmony seems to have difficulty thriving in Shanghai city, urban culture, like the old no longer needed. It may only be proud of the stance struggling in the process of modernization has quite narcissistic. Pingtan audience plummeted, the book market shrinking, fewer and fewer artists in pingtan, survival is obvious, no wonder those old worries.
Tell the truth, not the person assuming the book, listening to Pingtan, suppose not hear without any justification, hear a mess, I will not go to a good understanding of Storytelling and Ballad Singing. Prompted me to get to the bottom of this because in the best have a vague sense of Storytelling and Ballad Singing: Storytelling and Ballad Singing and storytelling is combined assessment, then said, four hundred years, resulting in the Ming-Qing Suzhou, popular in Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai area. It just said they did sing "comments, then" performance and said there singing "storytelling" organic blend to form a new hip-hop school of art. The use of Suzhou dialect, it said Storytelling and Ballad Singing. Storytelling and Ballad Singing has said there singing, can be divided into three types of performance means that one single file, two double file, three of three files. Actors are to sing, performing usually say mainly that in the folder to sing. When singing or lute accompaniment Multi sanxian. Storytelling and Ballad Singing maximum transmission time of the Ming and Qing Wu culture and customs and habits, is the operatic history of the Wu reservation living fossil.
If the rain to listen to Pingtan, will the art of another? Come the rainy season, I think the days of light rain started falling in the South listening to Pingtan.
Note: The May 27 anniversary of the liberation of Shanghai, would like to enclose text.
I was a little snail,
God would give me an innate shell, soft and creamy in the body, a pair of small exquisite corner. I am in this vine for a long time I was born here. I belong to this cluster all the shade position.
Flowering season, I see, the highest in the kind of the vintage aside a corner of the north, a bunch of grapes with bright under the leaves and the wind is moving half basking in the sun. Winds, her shining in the sun shining. The distant universe with countless stars, I know, that would be my star.
Under the leaves from my nest to reach the grapes, to go one after nine long march. When it starts on the grapes or so Sentimental, from the inside so blunt. Yet I see the sun through rain baptism, she will be one of the most prominent link. My purpose is not the grapes in the sun that Green Ying-Ying's luster. Impressed me, is the wind and rain in the rock, I am worried that falling to her at any time. She has not been falling for. Hung down to my heart, when there is no return to me.
For fall bunch of grapes, I exert all the strength to go to her vines. To see her mature and see her mature. As the first songs in singing: so I climbed it, she matured.
And the line and stop. Season, the conversion was, from time to time out of my soft, friction few, just do some tired body, is a positive direction. Hearts are so panic goes far beyond the season of my speed, I may not have reached her maturity. And so I arrived, only a length rusty bearing vines I wait. The back shell that increasingly heavy heavy.
So far, I fell off many times, it then climbed up to several times. On the road, I think the snail's life can not be trapped in that shell, you have to climb, climb to the place to go is that my life is all about.
I saw it a number of sunny days, the grapes grow rapidly in the sun with. Kind of the vintage, the several people do a good job early in the shelves of the charge under preparation, and prepared to get those white shiny, silver platter to the dazzling white was in full bloom. My speed is still slow, it took a three followed by a long march of those who have long sunny days of sun through a bunch of grapes. She matured very quickly, after all, was picked up. And so I arrived, which have been little bit rusty saw-like vines.
I went early to hope that she cooked in the sun, for time stamping the wrong step, I remember correctly the time, could not get to, is my destiny. The first discoverer, is not the first to be looking forward to. Came one after the fourth march, to pick the time received. I saw her fall in the posture. Farewell, my grapes, my stars.
My antennae covered with a hard cocoon, back shell is also dilapidated. I have no chance to see the regeneration of the grapes, and then cooked. All with the shiny silver platter of the lift, I reunited with long lost heart, together with falling of the patch of dirt under the kind of the vintage years.
Early in the morning, I used wet dew to your body angle polishing the product off the dust. Kind of the vintage in that side of the air under the warm hot sun looking at the world. 1 Lv Yingying's shiny grape, a Gualv precious stones, the sun attracted so many admiring glances, no one drunk. Lv Yingying plated body that the sun, crystal clear, quintana beryl. When that kind of the vintage-year-old wanderers in the next play, sing songs grape snails and when how to listen in my ear how is "a cheap fantasy." Immediate emergence is passing the silhouette.
The end of the season, in the soil, I looked at the highest corner of the north side of incomplete vintage, dark overcast storm Ye Hao, cloud and on the worth mentioning, quietly guarding this piece of scenery.
