Father and Qin Opera

A black and white photo of my father reminds me of the past.   Father is a humble farmer, suffering hardships is a common occurrence. There are many brothers in our family, except for the eldest brother and the second brother, they can hardly help much. For the livelihood of the family, they sell coolies and dig wells for others in the countryside of dozens of miles around the year.. Every winter and December, the cold wind blows like a sword at the father who stands in the water waving a spade.. Many families around enjoy the sweetness of the well water, while the father, apart from getting a meager wage, is suffering from rheumatic arthritis, which is difficult to sleep in all his life..   In the face of the difficulties of life and his own ailments, his father always smiled at the corners of his mouth and calmly dealt with everything. At that time, I was still too young to get the answer. On my return from school, through the mottled and blurred shadows of the trees, I clearly heard my father’s familiar voice ( only related to the local opera Qin Qiang in my hometown ) curling up, as if singing with relish.. I was lucky enough to listen to my father’s high and mellow’ Qin Zhisheng’ many times, and then lost in thought. Although the ordinary day is bitter and scorching, the burden on the shoulders is not easy, but the father is still full of spirit and may be related to the accompanying Qin opera in the morning and evening.. In the years of suffering, singing the Qin tune, the heavy footsteps will slowly become easier!   Later learned some things just confirmed this point. He first entered a group of like-minded people’s ” self – music class” in the Qin dialect, and when big things such as weddings and funerals appear in the countryside, they naturally have to work hard.. Once the dinner party was over, he hurried to work hard in the fields. For his beloved Qin dialect and the ” self – music class” that let him hold his heart, he resigned a tolerance that was enough to make the world envy him.. Perhaps, in the father’s mind, Qin Qiang is the whole of their generation’s spiritual life.   With the passage of time, the family’s conditions have improved compared with the past, and the pressure on the father has been relieved. Even so, his father still loves his Qin accent. Or continue to participate in the daily activities of’ self – music class’, or’ keep’ enjoying the wonderful singing passages of famous rookies played by provincial radio stations outside the window of a family with a radio. ah, after all, the years have not spared people, the father is getting older and older, the silver is getting more and more, the person is thinner, and his early hale and hearty body is no longer tall and straight.. By the middle of the 1980s, my father died quietly from myocardial infarction..   Father left with all his contentment and regrets. However, it seems that an ordinary portrait can not always be found. I don’t know who came up with the idea. The eldest brother ran several natural villages with the hope of the whole family, and finally found a ” family photo” at the home of an old artist who sang with his father’s ” Zile Ban”. The gray-yellow picture was finally’ framed’ and’ single shot’ by the father after being photographed, cut, enlarged and developed by the master of the town photo studio..   Every time I see this photo, I think of the past events related to my father: such as drilling wells, quitting business, singing’ self – music class’ . ” Staring at this black and white photo, my father’s voice and smile seem to live in front of me, while my father’s lofty and mellow Qin Feng Qin Yun seems to echo in my ears again … Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah