The school's teaching schedule for the next two weeks is internship, and we need to make a documentary about Anyang culture. Yin Ruins, Hongqi Canal, Literature Museum, Daokou Roast Chicken, Rice Noodles ... When it comes to Anyang culture, most people's first reaction is probably these words, so the college decided these topics for our documentary. However, I don't think this is a better plan. Although these things are the most representative cultural content of Anyang, they cannot be equated with Anyang culture. The so-called "culture" inevitably involves people. A culture without people's participation is not called culture. The cold museum can't attract more Anyang people. It's just that when people talk about Anyang, they regard it as a label. As for the cultural connotation beyond this, there are very few. Such a documentary may be more like a tourist propaganda film, but the real Anyang culture is hard to reflect. Moreover, with the technology and equipment of our poor students, no matter how good the film is, it is impossible to produce an experienced and advanced professional TV producer. Moreover, more than one person has filmed documentaries about these places or things, and it is difficult to achieve the effect required by the college according to this routine. So, I want to try to discover the real culture of Anyang people through other things. After four years of college, the city gradually became familiar from strangeness. I can strongly feel the feeling brought by this city, but I tell you one or two things, but I don't know where to start. These two days, I didn't make any progress, just kept running to the city, and sometimes even deliberately walked instead of taking a car, in order to appreciate the unique atmosphere of the city as much as possible. As soon as I close my eyes every night, I will ask myself in my heart what this feeling is like. I don't know if I feel right, but as far as I am concerned, the strongest feeling that this city brings me is a heavy, heavy people and a heavy culture.
One side of the soil and water support one side of the people, Anyang is located in the plain, and Anyang people are as comfortable and optimistic as the name of the city. In my impression, Anyang people are not so unrestrained relative to the vast and desolate northwest; Compared with the prosperous and noble Tianjin, it is not so elegant; Compared with fertile Shandong, it is not so thick; Compared with the beautiful south, it is not so exquisite. However, Anyang people have the boldness of the northwest people, the elegance of Tianjin people, the brawniness of Shandong people, and the comeliness of southerners. It seems that nothing is his greatest feature. There are characteristics everywhere, which are not prominent and have no sense of existence, but they are everywhere. Ordinary can no longer be ordinary, but it is because of ordinary that it is heavier.
I don't know why, among the Anyang people I have contacted, there is always a feeling that the image of aunt is more existential, while the impression of men is very few. If the image of aunt Anyang is more specific, it will give me the impression that her breasts are big and her hips are fat. If you sketch it with simple lines, I'm afraid it will look like a map of Shanxi Province. It looks a little dull, but it's not as thin as Xianglin's wife. It seems awkward to act, but there is a stubborn and carefree optimism in my bones.
I once met an old lady who shared a shuttle bus with me on my way to Taihang Mountain. She held her young grandson in one hand and a knitting basket and a big bag in the other. The bumpy mountain road made the little grandson unbearable and cried loudly. There was such a cry on such a crowded bus, and my aunt began to coax her grandson in a hurry. As a result, her grandson was still crying Aunt looked up at the crowd around her, smiled shyly, and then began to coax her grandson. She didn't get angry or give up, so she kept going, coaxed her grandson, smiled at the people around her, and then came back to reason with her grandson. While comforting Sun Sun, he pointed to the people around him and said to Sun Sun, "If you look at so many people, others will think you are noisy." Say that finish and sigh with emotion to "ouch! I won't let you come, but you insist on coming with grandma. I will never bring you here again. Let your parents take you. " I'm sitting opposite menstruation. Seeing that she couldn't help her grandson, I took out a lollipop from my schoolbag and gave it to her grandson. After that, although I didn't know much about Linzhou dialect, I vaguely understood the aunt's simple and sincere thanks. "Ah, you are rich!" Look at what this uncle gave you, haha ... Uncle gave his grandson a piece of candy to eat. "He smiled at his grandson, while reflexively made a gesture of folded hands. This is what I didn't expect. The "China expression" of an ordinary rural mother or an ordinary rural old man deeply shocked me. I never thought that my small gift could get such an unbearable return. What a clumsy, sincere and simple way! How natural and simple this casual language and action is, isn't it a heavy feeling?
Another time, on my long-distance bus back to Shanxi, I met an aunt who was visiting relatives in Shanxi. Aunt has never been to Shanxi, but this time she is alone, with a bag on her arm and an old mobile phone in her hand, going to a strange Shanxi by car. I called over there to ask where my aunt went. Aunt replied: "I don't know, I'm afraid this has arrived in Shui Ye." . At this time, everyone in the car laughed, and the conductor told her that she had passed Linzhou and was almost in Shanxi. So I guess this aunt should rarely travel far, at least not to Shanxi. The bus has been gone for a while, but it's not too long for the whole journey. So, she chose a place in her cognition, the westernmost part of the world she knew, and the place closest to Shaanxi in her cognition-Shui Ye. I smiled with others in a gregarious way, but there was a solidified respect in my heart. I don't know if I can go to a strange place alone like her when I was her age, but so far, I'm afraid I haven't done that at my age. We may be worried because we know there are difficulties, but we are not afraid because we know there are difficulties, so we can meet them. But for these aunts in Anyang, they simply don't know what difficulties and worries are. How self-reliant and open-minded!
During my stay in Anyang, I felt that whenever the Chinese New Year is a holiday, my aunt goes up the mountain to worship Buddha and pray for the safety of her family. It is the aunt who takes the child with the parcel and squeezes the bus back to her hometown; Buying snacks for Sun Sun in the park is that Aunt Sun helped Sun Sun to go to the opera. It is aunt who goes to the streets to buy food and go home to cook; Even the aunts who sang Henan Opera in People's Park sang women like Mu and Hua Mulan. There are businessmen from Anyang on the train from Beijing to Guangzhou, and migrant workers from Anyang on the bus back to Shanxi. Only in Anyang, I have never felt the purity of other characters-at least not as impressive as Aunt Anyang. Perhaps it is because Anyang, like many cities in Henan Province, exports labor services to all parts of the country. You can meet Anyang people everywhere, but in Anyang, you only leave an aunt. Only on their own, perhaps formally because of this, Anyang's aunt will practice an ordinary and extraordinary backbone. Land, countryside, aunt, so I unconsciously fused these three words together, forming such a feeling-heavy. I'm thinking, thanks to Anyang's aunt's big breasts and fat buttocks, if her feet are as thin as Xianglin's, how can she support this overly heavy city? Fortunately, Anyang's aunt is clumsy and wooden. If not, who can bear this weight patiently and willingly? This kind of clumsy and wooden breasts and fat buttocks is the heavy feeling of Anyang city.
Anyang people give me a heavy feeling, and naturally her culture is also very heavy. The richness of culture is reflected in its long-standing sense of history, but the sense of history is by no means a pile of bones in Yin ruins, and the sense of history comes from vivid inheritance. One of my knowledgeable teachers once said in his lecture that he would never show off his knowledge respectfully in front of three kinds of people, one is a calligrapher, the other is a player and the other is an old Chinese doctor. They know more than you do. Talking about knowledge with them is playing with a big knife in front of Guan Gong. If you wander around the park in Anyang, you will meet the first two kinds of people most often. Maybe this is not accurate, because they are not calligraphers, but people who practice calligraphy in the park. They are not actors, but people who sing in the park. Officials said that because they are not calligraphers or actors, they are just ordinary citizens who like calligraphy and Henan opera, so they can better reflect this inheritance.
Perhaps Oracle Bone Inscriptions first discovered it in Anyang, where people have a special feeling for writing. There are people who can write Oracle Bone Inscriptions in every corner of Anyang, and this ancient writing is engraved in every corner. The walls on both sides of the highway, big billboards with tourist signs, stone carvings in parks and school inscriptions are all traces of Oracle Bone Inscriptions. Professor Liu Ming in our class often writes us some stories about Oracle Bone Inscriptions. Anyang people's reverence for Oracle Bone Inscriptions rose to an emotion for words, as if everyone could casually tell the source of a word or two. When we were practicing grinding hammers, an old machine tool master told me the origin of the word "jieshou" in his spare time. At that time, many Henan people were forcibly moved to Shanxi by the government. In order to prevent them from escaping, their hands were tied. Someone went to the toilet halfway and asked someone to untie the tied rope for them, so the word "relieve myself" came into being. I don't know if what he said is right. Ordinary old workers have such an understanding of writing. I was a little overjoyed and thought I was too frivolous.
In the park in Anyang, if you look with your eyes, you will find calligraphy written in water on the ground, while if you listen with your ears, you will hear the sound of playing bangzi and playing the huqin to sing Henan Opera. In the long corridor of People's Park, every few steps, a group of people are singing opera and going to the opera. There is no organization, no agreement, as long as you pull the string, you can sing. Slowly, the clappers came and this basic configuration was completed. Then more and more people will gather to watch the opera. The singers who went to the opera also went up to sing, and the singers also came down to listen. Whoever sings well will sing more. Who wants to sing, who wants to sing, who wants to sing, who wants to sing, according to their own voice conditions, there are not so many constraints. Good singing, everyone applauds, there will always be a few old urchins to stop people from leaving, insist on singing another song, and sing one after another. Most of the people who come to the opera house are old people, and young people like me stand out in the operas there. These old people have never learned to sing opera, so they will listen more. When they didn't listen enough, they began to sing. First I sang with others, and then I couldn't help singing on stage. "I don't know how to dance with my hands because of my lack of singing." I sang excitedly, but I didn't feel that I had made a gesture that I didn't even know I had learned. Although there is no agreement, they basically come every day, and the old people want nothing but fun. The atmosphere here is good, and it also attracts professional singers to sing for free in their spare time. Compared with commercial performances, those actors are more serious and emotional about this casual singing. I didn't like to listen to the play, and I didn't understand it, but I listened to it all afternoon unconsciously. I just like that kind of atmosphere, like the heavy feeling of singing opera, to the opera people and the Henan opera itself. I randomly asked an old opera actor who got off the stage and asked him where there was opera in Anyang. He said that the opera sung here is Henan Opera. Speaking of local operas, there is a singing method called "Luozi Opera", which is unique to Anyang. Interestingly, this "Luozidiao" is characterized by multiple family themes and bass. Family themes and bass unconsciously remind me of the words ordinary and deep. Isn't this a kind of massiness? Such a heavy thing is far richer than those empty city people and far more meaningful than those lonely pop music. What poor background, what false musical dreams, and the stage where dreams come true are far less than these ordinary old people, far less than this deep hole, far less than the promenade of the People's Park in recent years. However, such a thick culture can only be circulated among the old people. In a chat with the old man, he said, "At that time, many young people were going to the opera. Now young people are busy with their careers and have not gone to the opera. " "Busy career", I don't know if this is the praise of the old man. This profound answer seems to have both understanding and unacceptable feelings. When the old people are happy in the park, the younger generation puts them down to pursue their dreams, but groans all the way with inner nothingness. When this uncle said this sentence, he smiled and was careless. What he might say was a heavy sustenance and he didn't know where to put it.
"Anyang, which is surrounded by water, is worthy of the name. It was the imperial capital three thousand years ago." There is a sense of history and weight here. However, modern society seems to cast a shadow over the city. I can clearly feel the pulse of this city, I can hear the call of history, I can feel the heaviness from the depths of the ground, but I never loved it, I never hated it, and I don't know what to say. Come when you should, and leave when you should. Although I can't see it clearly, I think this kind of massiness has already been integrated into the city and everyone in the city. After thinking for a long time, I think this is exactly what I can feel and what I want to capture, but how to capture these intangible things? Forget it, don't disturb this comfortable and ancient city.