preface
At a certain age, expectations of the world shrink and you don’t want to encounter anything beyond your comprehension. When this emotion becomes incurable, I will start to take pride in it. For example, I don’t watch the live broadcast, just because: I lost interest in other people’s lives. Some people are a few eyes to give up, the reason is “Low”. However, “Low” is a kind of nameless anxiety and uncertainty, believing that living a dignified and elegant life is a difficult and easily lost thing. The more people indulge in showing off to others, the less they care about other people’s lives. Similarly, there are also a lot of humble flaunting people on live streaming platforms, which is a good thing. The humble and anxiety are the ones that need to be released immediately. My original justification for not watching the live broadcast was that I was used to reading text and not used to sending messages via short videos — how self-righteous that was, and not as honorable as the previous one. The storyteller, like a mosquito in summer, swoops in to squeeze the subject and flies away buzzing. How many writers since the dawn of modern fiction have cared as much about the people and the world in their stories as they do about themselves? For a long time, only Shen Congwen was named. However, he imposed to Cuicui, to three three, to baizi, is they want to tell it? When the Internet, cell towers, smartphones and urbanization — the best aspects of the moment — add up to allow Shen’s characters to be their own writers, when they meet an unexpected audience: Cuicui may not want to film a ferry or a yellow dog, she just wants to sing into the camera the songs popular on those phones; Bai Zi did not bother to talk about the river’s ruthlessness, the dexterity of sailors… Then, as their world did not follow my interests, I said I could not bear it. Yes, this is a tool-enabled power shift. If technology is good or bad, it depends on how many people can use it equally, and then the results, it has nothing to do with technology. On live streaming platforms, no one cares about such things as counterfeiting, shoddy or plagiarism. Everyone is exercising the right to their own lives, which is so easy and rare. I listen to a person to tell a girl, I got a very dangerous disease, still live in his hospital room, thank you call her to admire the “brother”, she says she’s ready, want to get married with her boyfriend, where to go to where to play, such as that is not romantic, even confused pamuk Turkey, shroud on the lens outside. I suppose there’s nothing they don’t want to be seen? This is the way it should be. I also worry unnecessarily about things like: Can they make what they want? Beauty out of the effect, is it what they want? Does the video convey what they mean? Wanting to live like someone else is not, at least in China, a strange thing, but is it a stable goal? By the way, I don’t know what the technical meaning of such a huge amount of video is. How long will they last? What happens to them when they become heritage? Not many people will be interested in the appearance and trace of a person, even his descendants. This is a reminder that loneliness and aging are the nature of being. That’s what I mean when I choose to hedge against these ambiguous “sees” with the backward tool of words.
Pickled cabbage with big sauce
Old Mrs. Sun — at the beginning I was puzzled. Was her husband’s surname Sun or her maiden name? There will be no ambiguity elsewhere, “old what wife” is the same as “old what head”, with the exception of the northeast occasionally. Playing the first generation of kanto people, did not carry a complete name and pay attention to. People in Guanli say that in the northeast, like people in Kanto say that in the state of Qin, father and son live together and the old man is not to be avoided when his daughter-in-law feeds him.
Which year did she come to Liaoning? I guess maybe twelve or thirteen. In those years, most people came through Shanhaicuan. They took the train to get vouchers from the commune, so they walked on the road, just like all the hungry roads in the world. Even if they fell down, they always turned their backs on them. The north, the north, whether there is no owner, can not see the side, who first occupy the black land is who, there are flowing fish and shrimp rivers, mushrooms under the forest wild vegetables, pick back can alleviate the famine…… Ah, north.
From the way she steamed steamed buns, she was from Shandong province. The size of the outer layer of flour. The hand strength of kneading it. The size of steamed bread is the same as that of my aunt. From the drawer out to serve, one steamed bun, one green onion.
The video was shot by her daughter, and they were all about choosing dishes and cooking. The “person design” is very accurate, and the “rural Sun Lao-tai” has a lot of fans. Some people, like me, love to watch the old lady cooking on the phone, this is a mystery, what on earth to see?
Maybe it’s watching “slow,” or “healing,” as the literary term is known — the old ladies cook slowly, but more comfortably than “professional,” and they spend their lives cooking POTS with no unnecessary movement.
It may also be to revive childhood memories, I grew small every day to see my grandmother cooking, she is also a girl came to the northeast, but lifelong resistance to this foreign land, do not speak the Northeast, do not make big shoes and pickles. I grew up eating her food, but I did not understand her mind. This generation, whenever asked, has a bitter to say, but also feel nothing to say: who is the easy person? Men are afraid of heights, and of terrors in the way.
On the hearth of Old Mrs. Sun’s family sat a pot with “eight seals” in it. The biggest one sold in Northeast China was ten seals, and the eight seals were about 70 centimeters in diameter. Before every family only this one big pot, cooking, boiling water, steamed grain, steamed rice all make it, the Northeast cuisine praised highly “one pot out”, is the pot under the stew, pot side pancake, looks easy, really stick to know, “cool pot pancake – – slouching”, said this thing. Old Mrs. Sun put some cakes beside the pot and put a layer of rolls on top of braised eggplant and beans — one of the reasons why the vegetables in northeast China are so big.
Mrs. Sun is cooking in front of the stove (photo by author)
My grandma can’t bake cakes, it is the skill of shandong daughter-in-law, but she is good at cooking fish. Old Mrs. Sun, like most people in northeast China, thought that to eat fish was to eat three or four jin of carp. When she was holding the fish, she still had the child’s heart and carried it around, but when it came to the pot, she was a little nervous, and it seemed that she did not often do it. My grandma said that the carp did not eat head, fish pond fishing, is a taste of medicine, she passed the hands of more fish, no longer feel that it is a living thing.
It wasn’t a big deal when Mrs. Sun cooked the fish. The fire in the pit was harder to handle than the gas stove. Northeast rural burning corn straw, every yard has an old tall crenel, pull a hug, one after another into the stove pit, this meal is enough. Son also burn Gai (after dried corn threshing stick), Gai son don’t like straw loose, but carried to burn, is suitable for heating. How many tons of coal would be needed in a winter if we did not live by burning coal? Sow a mu of corn, even subsidy just earn how much money? Few families in a village can afford coal.
The rooms in Old Mrs. Sun’s house should have been built very early: the door was a stove, the left hand was a large room for people, and the stove was connected to the kang. I see a word in a Russian novels, when “of” heater, suspicion is fire resistance at the time, but the kang is on the back of high stove, northeast to climbing up and down – hearth short, may be related to the height of the kang, rural men don’t cook, but will craft, from tractors to paton, what all dare to do the job, can offer fire resistance is not ordinary people can be taken.
Mrs. Sun’s old house was a brick house, not a mud hut. On one side is the barn, has not yet reached the Beijing people say “timid sanhe”, later when building houses to move the kitchen to the back, there are a few rooms to live, you have to plate a few kang, build a few stove. Because of the lack of firewood, people in northeast China did not build large houses like those in the south, nor did they sit on large kangs. They ridiculed the fact that people in Northeast China did not live in good order, because they did not know the pressure of burning kangs.
Only the toilet, outside the house all the time.
Living is sometimes a kind of memory. As long as the memory is not spoiled, we can still perceive the “beauty” in our daily life. The arch bridge over the river, the horse’s head wall with five mountains in the sky, the ancestral couch and arm-chair can all be left because they were originally beautiful. Live sometimes it is hope, even in what decorate a company to abet below make “Norse wind”, “Japan is fastened” or “American style”, also have kind of the imagination to the life finally.
But the people’s house in the northeast is not touched at all: it was driven by hunger a few decades ago, and it was lived in haste, and there has been no chance to be gentle, and no style has been developed. In old Mrs. Sun’s time, the mason knew how to build the cornice in the past. He could make a curve out of the brick, and the swallow would fly in and out in the curve. Later masons were more and more “dull” work, until the asbestos shingles, steel structure to save them. Building color steel room, fast is really fast, this process is originally barracks, construction sites used; It’s really cheap. It’s more than half cheaper than brick and tile. But “For life?” is too arrogant a question to really say. And the other side also does not know your meaning, from the sex price, color steel room has a lot of advantages, so — “Zha can’t live for a lifetime? What do you mean you?”
There is a woodpile at the door, a barn outside, a vegetable garden, rice and flour oil in the house, a refrigerator in the freezer, and what else? Always think of those useless, is not the problem too much?
In Mrs. Sun’s garden, in addition to three seasons of vegetables a year, there was also a clade of flowers. The flowers were orchid, bupleurum and chrysoprus. There is a subtle meaning in the flowers, which I cannot tell you: the basic need, the basic satisfaction, is a fictitious “basic”. Any life is possible both to endure and to imagine, to add and subtract, to accumulate and to deprive. Alive, but a variety of flowers, and a beautiful stone bridge. I hope I don’t have to watch people cook, otherwise it would be a bit sad.
Every night after supper, the old women of the village would sit on a long stone at the door of one of the houses, chatting, and would curl up a cigarette. They would look at each other and say, It is nothing for us old women to live, but not for us old men. Xi Xi smiles, have no the intention of recalling.
Mrs. Sun got up early to make fires and cook two meals a day. The beans she picked at noon began to age. She picked up a piece of pork with skin and praised it to the camera, saying, “Look, how good this meat is!”
What do you do with the time left over from cooking? Her long, narrow room had an old television with a picture tube, and she could go to the market every two weeks, or burn incense at the temple and visit relatives in town. She has a lot of respectability. Everybody should greet her when they see her. The neighbor also plays live streaming, and will introduce her to the camera phone: “You don’t know, this old lady is not simple, she has a name on the Internet!” Mrs. Sun laughed and said, “What is your name?”
I thought: Well, if it’s the old man, I don’t know…
Spring is late in northeast China, liaoning is a little earlier than Heilongjiang, and it is estimated that it will thaw in April.
Say the table on the month, the beginning of spring is equal to dip in pickles: green onion, shepherd’s purse, bitter chrysanthemum, mother-in-law ding, these pale green rolled into the dried tofu dipped in raw sauce. The taste of the common place depends on a few spices and pickles. In the northeast, big sauce is the key, one of the few things that make up the soul.
It’s not every house can make a big sauce. I haven’t seen any jars in Mrs. Sun’s house. So say another account: Sister Chai of Jilin. Chai also sends videos to cook and eat. Her account is also connected with a small shop — this is the most common way to bring goods in rural areas.
Only looking at the house and spirit, Sister Chai’s family is “well”, Mrs. Sun’s family is “well”. Sister Chai’s room is newer than Mrs. Sun’s. Mrs. Sun’s kitchen is covered with newspapers and tiled. She used gas to cook dishes for her daughter, who wanted to eat. Mrs. Sun also had a gas cylinder, but she did not use it very often, perhaps because of habit. The cooking video sent by up, who is in her 20s and 30s and younger than Chai, is no different from the cooking in the city. Besides, there are few people who cook very often, except the cooks, but you can see the tourism advertisement wearing the national costume.
Sister Chai’s jar was in a corner of the garden, under the eaves. The dipping sauce, sacred and inoffensive, from picking beans, boiling beans, to pressing into a paste, to drying, to pounding and embarrassing in salt water, like writing a history, it is best to complete one person, so as not to blame each other for problems. This man was Chai’s old father, so he moved a stool to the side of the VAT, uncovered the gauze, and used a pair of long chopsticks to pick the floating head of the sauce carefully. In the comments section, a southerner asked: “What did he pick?” There are northeast people talk: “this sauce thin”, “her sauce year after year thin”.
Chai pulled a dry cucumber from the seedling and dipped it directly into the jar to eat. She eats scallions by squaring thick leaves and twisting them together in a sauce bowl. According to my observation, so eat people, are composed of fundamentalists, such as I experience not to come out of her love to eat rice package has what good: boarding leaves are Chinese cabbage leaves, in addition to rice, also put sauce or braised (big sauce, eggs, and diced hot peppers stir together, add a spoonful of oil in the pot steamed), put the steamed potato smash and cilantro green Chinese onion. This rice bag is about the same as the diet history of northeast China. Cabbage, green onion and cilantro are good in Shandong, rice and sauce are good in Northeast China, and potatoes grow bigger and bigger in colder places.
Sister Chai grows rice. Paddy fields are not the same property as dry fields, and the rent is several times lower. He must be diligent and wise in planting rice. He must raise rice before planting it in spring. He must soak in the pool and scrape the ground. Planting corn on the matter, the northeast of the agricultural machinery automation degree is high, leisure time is really idle, to the solar term near the most busy dozens of days, talent and the sun and the moon race. Her family also raises ducks and geese. In the video, only duck eggs are collected. I don’t know if they are rice ducks.
Summer follows spring. The vegetables and fruits were ripe, the corn half a man’s height, and after the rain it was as if one could hear it Dally long. When the rain is heavy, it will run out of the river and break up a patch of corn. Several big holes will appear in the ground.
On the table of Sister Chai’s house were eggplant and beans, scallions and cucumbers, balsam pear, salted goose eggs and duck eggs, and dried tofu and potatoes. Old Mrs. Sun’s family is similar. Everyone in the north eats the same kind of food.
But Mrs. Sun preferred noodles. She baked pancakes, pies, steamed buns, rolled noodles, and did not need any pancake. All of them were in the same iron pan. For the pancakes, put half a bowl of charred soybean oil under the pan, stick the noodles to the side of the pan, and slowly pour oil over the top with a spatula. She even loves instant noodles. “My mother is happy when she eats instant noodles,” said her daughter. Her home has an induction cooker, instant noodles add two ham sausage, a handful of tender raw vegetables — lettuce and spring onion is along with the growth. Some dishes are to be bought at the market or from the truck selling goods from the village. There is probably a person in every village who can make tofu and dried tofu. If there is no one, naturally some people will go to learn it.
Autumn is meant for winter. Sun mushrooms, sun dried beans, some vegetables can be frozen in the freezer. Potatoes into the cellar, pickled cabbage.
The rice in autumn ended Sister Chai’s half-year suspension of mind. Daohuaxiang in Heilongjiang Province, Jilin Province, was fragrant and fragrant. Regardless of the problem of selling, the buyer had already made money before sowing. The buyer goes back and mixes the rice from paddy and dry fields, one tastes good, the other smells good, and then marks the origin of the rice in the package, and the price doubles again.
The toads in the paddy fields grew big and black. Elementary school students in the textbook said, “rice flowers say a good year, listen to the frogs.” A thousand years ago, the scene has been like this. Xin Qiji, who wrote this sentence, was in a more complicated mood. In fact, he was born in the State of Jin and later returned to the State of Song, the home of rice farming. When he was building houses and opening fields, he felt a sense of sublime, so he called himself “Jiaxuan”. He did not know that the land of the state of Jin later had a kind of rice one day.
After the autumn harvest, people start to kill pigs without waiting for the Spring Festival. Blood sausage, fried pork kidney, fried chicken comb oil (large intestine oil), fried paste (shagan), followed by wine. Northeast wine table hate, mainly in the city. The village has no bad customs of “playing a circle” and “respecting alone”, but these customs are developed by people who play tricks on them.
Lift the cup and you have it all. Someone said this year is not easy, another said how much is not enough for his son to buy a house in the city, “do not buy a house, who will give you the girl.” Drink, drink. The wine was finished, and the rice was served with the fresh pickled cabbage and white meat. This rice is saved for his own family to eat, along the river the rice field. The pickles in the camp are delicious, the broth is pale gray, and thick slices of pork belly quiver in the basin like fat white men who have never worked before. The supermarket to buy sauerkrade, taste light, the hotel added oyster locust, crabs, the more digression. Fundamentalist Northeast people can drink only a small piece of pickled cabbage core.
In the winter, all activities gradually slow down to a state of rest. Automatic shuffling of mahjong tables in the camp penetration rate is very high. In addition to the pickled cabbage dumplings, a sight of drifting snow, many people began to miss Chai’s home stewed goose and goose blood sauteed pickled cabbage. Into the twelfth lunar month, frozen dumplings, frozen sticky bean bag, to the south of the people who work have returned, the village road more people up, listen to two car horns, stop and turn back, see who is back, recognize what is the car.
I watched how Old Mrs. Sun’s family celebrated the New Year. On the 30th, the kang table had eight plates of smoked pork trotters, chicken feet and sausage from a deli, home-cooked fish and ribs, and stir-fried dishes. The New Year’s Eve dinner in the circle of friends is almost the same.
There were only her and her daughter. There is a bottle of wine between the two. In my experience, it’s hard to avoid a heart attack on New Year’s Eve. It was sold on a high-speed rail cart, wrapped in leather like an upside-down clown hat. The inferior wine is a little good. It is like being hit with a bludge.It is a toxic reaction: “North side…”
Spring, summer, autumn and winter, and a spring, after this year, is no longer more than sixty. If I used to be an old lady, I would forget to be a girl. How could I slip through my life? Speaking of the main erected pigtail, it’d frighten her to death. North, snow boundless ah, this wine connected with sleep, connected with the outside of the village road shaking, connected with the dark winter night, now flying into the air, the village star points, like drunk breath.
Weekdays or good days are better, want to say is the current matter, everyone under the eye of the two meals a day.
In the evening, Mrs. Sun’s daughter would pull up two plastic stools and broadcast the sale live from the room. Some people owe very much: “Why are you always staying at your mother’s house?”
This should have changed her life, and her income would exceed the dozens of acres of rice planted, even beyond the wildest estimates. They didn’t change the house, they didn’t change the style of the video, probably out of the same “accuracy,” but I’m not guessing. In the live broadcast, the daughter of Old Mrs. Sun affixed the number of her mobile phone on the collar, holding up a plastic millet Shouting: “Two bags of 25, two bags of 25 ah! Oh, ma, ma, ma, come here and play it for me for a minute…”
Mrs. Grandchild stepped into the camera, took the two bags of rice and held them up, “Shall I play them too? This is running out of power, or why don’t we stop? Come and have a look at the rice.” Speak, or shandong flavor.
The girl came back soon and said, “hey, brother, let’s forget about it today. A bug just got into my armpit. It hurts a lot. It’s 25 bags, whoever wants to place the order. I need to see it. It’s black. It’s got a long tail. I might have bitten it out of my bag.”
trumpeter
This line was, and probably still is, called trumpeters.
The crowd watched as the old man on the bed began to look as pale as a match, and they cried and went about their business. Change the bed, scrub, shake out the old clothes, put them on the back, mutter. After finishing the arrangement, Mr. Baiyu rubbed his hands with satisfaction, and said to his filial son in a deliberating manner: “How about a trumpet team?” He took out his cell phone and dialed it and said, “He brings everything with him. Quick. What kind of shed do you want? All at that price.”
That answered the phone, a few cars with things with people, the first pull over.
In the morning, the drummer from the drummer, the craftsman from the craftsman, the clothes shop from the clothes shop, the barroom from the barroom. Watch the “Na Jie Suona” video, at least in Hebei province, and it’s all becoming a business.
The first to come was the shed, which is to be built day and night.
Formerly booths are called craft: set a few white fir pole, tent maker climbing up and down, semidiurnal kung fu, is out in front of his family take longfeng street arched, in greenhouses, a few volume ridge, glass MingWa, far see is stacked layers of blue and white processional banners, salute DiaoJi of relatives and friends from the door in and out of the moon, are helping to enjoy. These scenes, also only a few photos left, not only craft lost for a long time, I have seen very few people, in the past such a white affair, there are also to ruin the family property.
Now the advantage of the shed is convenient, is the standard scaffolding work. Watching the live broadcast, there was a scaffolding worker named “Donggang Style man” who swung the 6-meter-long steel pipe into the slot and tightened the socket button with an electric wrench in an instant. This is instantaneous accuracy, and also dangerous work.
Daily shed is to choose a piece of open space, according to the north and south to unload, spread out. If in the county street, take in the community square or in front of the front – fortunately, people are raised by their parents, then unreasonable, generally also embarrassed to block the family do funeral. And if a day or two is taken away, how can there be a rest for seven hundred and forty-nine days? If you live far away from a funeral home in the countryside, you can find a funeral home in your own home. There are fewer paper coffins in a funeral home, but there are more heavy, lacquered coffins, carved by a machine, which is a skill that a carpenter with an air pump and a nail gun cannot.
Shed sub high school low grade, specific want which, the phone has already said.
Low-grade shed, just a steel pipe blue tent roof, with the rest, there is a cooking stove to set the table; The drummer’s tent is higher, the base is a small stage, the stage is divided in front and behind, there are folding tables and chairs, speakers, mixing table, there must be enough place for singers to sing and dance, the big drum is on the stage, the drummer faces the station.
Upscale shed, the front is colorful spray painted archway, two storeys high, the format is like archway, also like the pig on the fifteenth day of the first month of the year at the main gate of the park lanterns. The LED in the center of the archway came up and flashed back and forth “Golden Boy traction road, jade girl sent to the West”, followed by the names of filial son and filial wife. The pavilion is five or six meters wide and deep. It is covered with green blankets. Hanging on the walls on three sides are pictures of pine and crane, the eight immortals, the King of Heaven, or twenty-four filial piety.
The high-end mourning house in the video (courtesy of the author)
A full set of booths, a “Shinto” lined with felt from the doorway, with inflatable and hollow watches on either side, tall and thin red lions, and two path-opening ghosts, indeed, like ghosts — a long-lost craft that no one takes seriously today. The most interesting were the large white balloons with the black “drink” written on them. It was eerie to see a crowd of them floating in the air at night.
A electricity, the inside and outside of the shed immediately lit up and noisy up, it is just like a night market selling needles and brain sausage cold noodles to the mobile phone film. Even the circle around the table where the coffin was parked flashed bright, and the deceased lay in it in embarrassment. The dutiful children looked on and felt puzzled. Mr. Bai matter-of-factly said: “It is better to be like this than to be lonely. Don’t stand still. Friends and relatives will come to speak.” Then he raised the trumpet and said: “Attention, attention, filial obedience to my command, into the shed kowtow ah!”
Na elder sister say: “midnight 1 o ‘clock just arrived home, dawn two jobs, continue to work!”
Sister Na this team looks not fixed, should be a temporary combination. In addition to suona drums, and sheng and Hu qin, there are professional crying lil, it is best to have another electronic organ, if the happy funeral, but also with the girl singing pop songs, the tot is the tot boy. She did not shoot video design, is to shoot, some can not afford to think about things, seems to be some random good.
Guan’s quip: “blow drummer to go to market — no matter to find a matter”. In fact, this kind of work is the most talked about eyebrow eye height, people came, the first far whisper laugh, we call each other play nickname, some called “nine hundred drum king”, some called “blue dragon first cry”, the more experience of these scenes, the more to try to find some happy. That side came over and said the situation: the dead is the old woman of 80 or 90 years old, and there is no “make funeral” daughter-in-law, that is easy to do, can “play”.
“To play” is to play what doesn’t matter, as long as it is busy catching people, “Mother’s Kiss” and “The Qinghai-Tibet Plateau”, the girl is playing the long music and the tot playing the drum below the competition, whose strength is longer. Or to the accompaniment of the rhythm of the dance, hoarse voice sing “fill the wine, come he not drunk endless”, “you rob what rob, you contend for what contend, friends all over the world can have the most sincere?
Village people with shoulders around to see: the first month, a few drums of men stripped off their arms, shoulder back above the carp abduction of half, down the tiger — even if the tattoo, is not “social people”, “social people” which have to do this hard work? Someone plays the treasure, simply lying on the ground, let another play cymbals stand on his belly, drew bursts of laughter. In any case, the host should give 100 yuan more each for the first lunar month.
Everyone seemed to have forgotten the dead man who was now safely lying in the shed, though all the excitement was about him. But these are the days of the living. It is our way of dissolving death. One cannot find the answer, nor the ultimate question, by one’s own daily experience. The old man to say the past number of life, to the ancestors of the sequence, come with the ceremony of people, are chanting “good death”, “filial piety” and other words, which is not very easy in the village, it is worth showing off.
If a young man dies violently, he will drown his heart. This kind of work is easy to happen, the old master will play the “cry seven passes” strictly, the accompaniment of a few horns mixed with a long howl of sadness. When the play was over, no one talked much, each facing his or her own way, stooping down on plastic stools and playing with his or her phone, thumb down, forefinger swiping, video perhaps sent to each other, all laughing.
Things outside the stage, even if someone falls under the stage, can not go to ask. There are many wrongs in other people’s affairs. Those who don’t know should stay out of them. Trumpeter is both in the matter, and in the matter outside, outside the matter, just as a sound, a prop. When you listen to the sound of cries that are even more sorrowful than suona horn, the younger one might wonder: What happened when he died in his mid-20s?
Full blowing hungry sing, another shed cooked food, must first open a few tables to “busy”, to play the drum trumpet, dishes are more “hard”, big fish and meat, is also a professional clip kitchen knife to run the greenhouses of the master’s craft, is not a home-cooked food. This is a time of real relaxation, when the master has to drink two cups of wine, toast each other, and get up early until now, which is not easy. Young people do not know the lazy, slant flat head chopsticks to pick up food, eyes are still staring at the phone.
The most important blows are for burial and raising of spirits. Different places have different encoffination rules. It is not popular to film the body of the dead when broadcasting. Even if it is allowed, few people are willing to film it, so I don’t know what it is like.
Raise the spirit to pour to be able to clap: early did not use “barman” lift of, all use truck, tractor. Moving the coffin is also very automatic, there is a crane to lift, there is a kind of pneumatic rod with the takeoff and landing, the audience is delighted and praised: “It is really scientific.” Sister Na’s crew also had an exclusive invention, a wheeled trailer rack with a boudoquelike embroidered cloth cover (the coffin hood was an old one), and a bibcock at its head, which they called a bibcock bar.
This is the time when the wind blows loudly, when the gongs and the drums and the trumpets make people uneasy and comfortable, and before they know it, the procession gathers into this rhythm. Whether the dead go to the fire, to the earth, in short, “for safety.”
According to the old rules, after the spirit to immediately tear down the shed, the master saw the shed did not tear down, you can not give money: because of bad luck – why just extremely solemn, turned into bad luck? With that in mind, you can see what life is like in China — but don’t wait for the bereavement and the promoters to have several jobs lined up behind you.
There are not many fans who follow na jie on the live broadcast platform, so it should not reach the threshold of “web celebrity”. Perhaps, “bai shi” is the same everywhere originally, with a small head, and few people can enjoy this kind of suona from the bleak and frigid cold.
But at least I would like to see them as decent artisans, decent in a way that has nothing to do with skill or even attitude, and I am even a little grateful for their being able to spread these scattered tunes around the country. Without them, I don’t know what to do. “Ji Kang Ruanji” is not merely a problem of “superstructure”. Previously, Chinese people’s standard of life depended on funeral ceremony, which was extremely morbid. However, no one is Ji Kang Ruji and always needs to “wait for this”.
The things that hold me back are not them but myself. Rituals belong to all and are turned to themselves. And from the inside out, it was so crude. Why so, should not be so, is it only so, not so how? It’s anybody’s guess.
Singer night market
A man from Anqing said to me: when you go to a big city in the south, you will meet many People from Anhui, most of whom are from Anqing.
Anqing under the jurisdiction of Tongcheng Huaining, in my eyes, this pass outside the Hudi people, is very ancient, very great place, out of many character stories. Far from it, wen has more than a hero, Wu has Deng Jiaxin – because it is nuclear weapons.
He went on to say: “Anqing has its own rhetoric — the land is divided into Wu and Chu, the throat of the Yangtze River. If you go to Anqing, Anqing people will say two things to you, one is because it is a place where the military will contend, the common people will follow three disasters and eight disasters, it has done the capital of fu Zhi, but for the feng Shui to Hefei, this would not be; Second, huangmei opera is not out of Hubei Huangmei, actually in our Anqing. People who stay in Anqing usually have nothing to worry about. They will tell you these two things over and over again, and maybe even sing a few more lines.
“Huang Mei opera, they may also say the third thing, you should also have patience to listen: Anqing out of a good woman. Be raised by the landscape crystal moist, temperament is also suitable for the north, the tough when tough, the gentle and lovely when gentle. However, you won’t see it in Anqing. Today, Anqing is much like Chuzhou, Bengbu. It is full of left-behind children and empty-nesters. Young people can’t find anything to make money here, so they go abroad and can’t even go back.
You don’t have to go to a big city to watch it live. Although the beauty filter has worn the eyebrows, eyes and skin much the same, we can still see the air and breath of northeast Women are different. After 3 years of live streaming, the homeless singer ah xia has 700, 000 followers, which must count as web celebrity. I have no idea of the magnitude, whether the goods are brought, how much profit, or what kind of events I have participated in. I just think of the words of the people in Anqing: there are many girls in Anqing. They can’t go out to wander like Wuhan and Chongqing upstream, nor can they go out like Wuxi and Shanghai downstream.
It was only too early for A Xia to leave home. According to her: because the family is poor, there are younger brothers and sisters below, 9 years old followed the relatives in the same village out, in this green leather train, coach connect rivers and lakes, has been going back and forth for 23 years. At first, she came out as an acrobat, probably singing huangmei Opera. She also sang huangmei Opera several times in the live broadcast, all of which were familiar to her at the party: “In order to save Li Lang from his home… The hat with the palace flower is so fresh.”
“Leave home”, I close my eyes and think: my daughter is 9 years old this year, her mother’s eyes staggered for a while, will associate with all kinds of horror rumors, all kinds of sanctimonious perverts.
“Five or six of the ten stops have been made, from the south to the north, and from the north to the south,” xia said. Wherever she goes, she should sing “Hat in Palace Flower” several times. I don’t know how she sings, but it is hometown tune after all. Even when she sings pop songs, she also has some rhymes and rhymes.
In Chen Sheng’s song “Outside the Peony Pavilion”, these two lines are beautifully sewn together, and people like her may understand the meaning of the lyrics: “The world is a little fake/But I love her inexplicably… Twenty years of a dream/still don’t know love and love/the song writer is a prude/the song listener is the most heartless.” This last line is a half-drunk talk like “fifty strings without any end”, but perhaps there is something else about being a wandering singer: those who write songs are as pious as those who write poems and novels, and those who listen to them are not necessarily heartless, only they are homely, and they kiss each other and their sons. “Small bridge water people” of the community is almost not external, outsiders can only see the “old road west wind thin horse”. At the door of the people who listen to the music, at best, said: Ah ah, such a clear and beautiful girl, but so thin, come out to make a living, it is not easy.
The world in the eye of all corners of the country, nature and the person at home are different, difficult is “fall in love with her inexplicably”. I’ve learned a rule of live streaming: they post videos they want to be seen. Just look at it, don’t look at it. If not, there is no need to always guess behind the true or false, behind what “purpose”, it would be meaningless.
After Posting her singing video, A Xia often says, “I am just a peddler.”
To call oneself “singing” is to say the bottom of the matter. This is a very ancient trade, in which you would hold a pipa or tap a porcelain bowl with a pair of bamboo chopsticks and ask people to sing in restaurants, probably from towns in China. In tang and Song dynasties, those who wrote songs wrote in the notes of the city, and those who wrote in the Painting of Pleasure Boats in Yangzhou were already gods. Yang, the chief of the fu, played them in his poems and paintings to relieve their sufferings. Lu Xun’s diary also records: the whole family to eat, to recruit a singing girl to play to add to the fun, reward foreign several horn.
A xia’s way of life is exactly the same as those singers, not in the karaoke bar night performance on site, but in the food stalls, at the kitchen table in the street, 30 yuan a song, now point now sing. Sometimes a restaurant would open and hire her, and sing her purse for a day — I had done that myself, and I had forgotten how much it was then.
“I don’t play guitar or sing professionally, and I have no culture. Although not decent, but I feel that I have nothing to be ashamed of. This is where I sing every day.” Tenacious people put this kind of words in the end, usually brewing to fight back, meaning “don’t bully too much”, this is also the lake wisdom. She said this, because people on the Internet is usually not speak the rules of the world.
If you want to talk about her singing career, you can start with her guitar, which I know well. I can’t tell the way to the red electric guitar she used two years ago. “Flame is different”. I don’t know which factory opened the model, the whole country’s guitar OEM factory made, the wholesale price is beyond imagination, I guess so is the guitar. When using it, A Xia said, “The chengguan criticized me just now. Every time I do this, I feel like a rat crossing the street. When you lose your job, you go back to the fields.” “There are so many chengguan outside the window of the world,” commented one commenter.
In August 2017, she posted: “The equipment is finally all fixed and the guitar is a new (heavy) one. Listen to how it sounds.” I know Ibanez’s S521. I went to the music store to buy about 3,000 yuan, which means she had to sing more than 100 songs.
If I knew that the buyer was singing for a piano, I would not recommend this piano, because it is not easy to sing in the night market, and this piano is made of ordinary materials and does not go with playing and singing. But it also has the advantage of being very thin and light, suitable for girls to carry on their backs. Xia should like it very much. She wears it when she takes pictures and videos. But she didn’t pay much attention to the piano, either. She played with the bare minimum of chords, and it didn’t make much progress for several years — I was using the tone of a literary youth, it was just a tool.
A Xia carries a lute (author’s photo)
The kit, which also includes speakers and microphones, can be strapped to a small trolley and pushed away. On one side of the car were several plastic signs: the one with the qr code said “Scan the code to pay attention to the wandering singer A Xia”; The other pink ones are her point singing book. The same thing is important in this line: if you can sing well, you must sing many songs, which are popular and nostalgic, and sing them for all kinds of occasions and atmosphere. If you open a small grocery store and ask for needles and thread, your customers won’t come.
Because of the number of songs, singing can only be a quality benchmark, not the “Voice” talent show standard. And to use energy saving singing, every day to rain in the wind, there is no time to rest the voice. Chardonnay o sing, mixed in ShiSheng, will never let a person feel sharp, uncomfortable, even followed the sound to find in the past, and see who is singing, it’s not easy, there are also many songs make me uncomfortable, for example, before a few years popular “prairie” “Lhasa”, Mongolian and Tibetan people don’t like singing, everyday does not need it.this is rendering.
A Xia used to go to Shenzhen, Guangzhou and Sanya, where there were so many rich people and tourists that she didn’t have to spend 30 or 50 yuan. She put a lot of thought into her dress, the songs were not the same, the clothes were not the same. Women often put their dignity and appearance together, I see women make up, often see both respect and fear. She was so beautiful, dragging her car and carrying her piano through the streets, singing softly. The child finished the meal is not willing to sit quietly, to her in front of the dance, some people who are not diners also look, one after another holding mobile phone video, there is a video, she may be recognized, there is a little brother for driving squeezed in to take a group photo.
This is the difference between vagrancy and professionalism. The audience of the concert is specially come here, they can calmly create the mood, there is no need to match the mood of the occasion. Why are there so many professional singers and talent shows instead of watching the singers on the street or in the studio? Perhaps “professionalism” is sometimes a wall.
Although the night market shift is a place of leisure and ease, but the world has always been not short of bullying her people, how to go out? Just wipe off the filth and shame and go on to make a living. A Xia is always smiling in the video. People go to the night market for fun. Singers can only laugh, but other expressions have to be cleaned up.
But watch A xia’s latest video, which is rarely shot in night markets or shift gears. Sometimes she went to the seaside, sometimes to the river. When she returned to Anqing, she would go under the Yangtze River Bridge — “hometown” is really a mysterious concept, even if she only lived for a short time, there is nothing special and beautiful about it.
In Ha Xia’s videos, the songs are rarely turned over, and the ones that are repeated have their own ideas. One song is “Catching loach”, written by Hou Dejian, who loves to sing it, because she has a son of seven or eight years old. Once she even shot a video beside a stream, in which several bare bottoms of boys were running in and out of the water. One is her adaptation of “Early Thirty”, probably about her own: “Watching others hand in hand, my heart felt sour”; One was a song written for her after she became “famous,” and she had done a music video — which is a bit of an uncertain future. It’s also singing, but it’s not a profession.
Wandering does not necessarily mean no home, a mother, the son is home. Have seen the world of water, will feel end-result is also an illusion. At least, not to separate for fear, and to meet again for hope. Li Bai wrote poems as if he had taken them from the air casually, reflecting on their own meaning:
Please try to ask The East water, to do all the wine.
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