In ancient times, there was the term "opera lover". It refers to people who love to listen to opera, which is actually a bit like what we call fans or singers today. In ancient times, there must have been people who didn't like to listen to the opera. I think the reason why everyone thinks that people in the past loved to listen to the opera is simply because there were fewer entertainment activities in the past, and that's all people could do.
Then again, let's talk about modern people. We have so much entertainment, plays, operas, musicals, TV, movies, concerts ...... we can spare so few people for theater. But that doesn't mean no one listens. Cantonese opera and other plays are staged in Hong Kong, and it is often hard to get a ticket, and many young people in Hong Kong now even regard listening to opera as a fashionable thing to do. On the Mainland, the Mei Lanfang Theater and various opera houses are also in operation. It has also slowly begun to take off in the past few years. I went to an opera group a few years ago, and the people in it are very thorough in their study of various operas and versions, and they themselves like to act, so I am convinced by the professionalism of these people who are not from the academy.
Of course, the questioner has this problem that many people have. I think if you have this problem, why don't you go and learn about opera slowly yourself first, you can start with a play you are most interested in, or an actor you are most interested in, and slowly quite a lot, you will realize that you like this art. If people who have this doubt can start from themselves and learn to understand this art, I believe that more people will pay attention to it in the future. This art will go on forever! Father is a theater fan.
Watching TV he likes to watch the opera channel, this station finished singing changed to another station, change to change are inseparable from the opera. I've heard that there are opera performances, no matter how far away, my father has to carry a horse to rush to listen to the opera. Every day downstairs to exercise, he always held an opera machine in his hand, where to sing where. Often, he listened to the opera while cozying up to sing a couple of lines, the singing voice has a board, a listen is an old opera fan.
Since the year before last, my father has a new place to listen to opera. Every day after dinner, he took the opera machine, sat in front of the neighborhood supermarket, put the opera machine on a cardboard box, sitting on the horse to listen to the opera. Every time I went to the supermarket to buy food, I always met him. Many times the opera machine is playing the famous opera singer Zhang Xinfang sang "Chen Sanliang", "Chen Sanliang step on the public court, raise their eyes to see clearly ......". The singing voice is graceful and beautiful, but also has a strong sense of bleakness. In the sound of this opera, the supermarket entrance to the people, the electronic player constantly repeats the advertisement of special goods, "three yuan and two pounds of beans, tomatoes a dollar a catty". Not far away, square dancers were dancing to the song "Open the window in the morning, the sunshine is beautiful". All this makes me feel and father those stained with local characteristics of the pure and simple opera against the sense of full.
Gradually, I realized that although my father was sitting in front of the supermarket listening to the opera, his mind was not all on listening to the opera. He listened to the opera while watching the people coming and going in front of the door, as if he was waiting for something. Sometimes, when I came out of the supermarket, my father was already sitting next to several old friends. The opera machine was blaring, and they were sitting there talking about everything. It seems that my father was waiting for his old friends.
I told my father that it was too noisy here, so let's go somewhere else. My father laughed and said, "This place is good and lively.
I thought to myself, "Why is my father like a child who loves to get together?
The rain fell one evening, and there were few pedestrians in the neighborhood. I went to the supermarket to buy things, a long way from hearing the sound of opera. This time the singing is the opera "white grandma drunk", "I said east he right west, I do not know whether it is true or false ......" I thought to myself, it must be my father listening to the opera at the door again. Sure enough, before I reached the door of the supermarket, I saw my father's figure. Maybe it's because of the rain, the old pals are not here today. I only saw that he was talking to the waiter at the entrance of the supermarket: "Girl, bring me my 'theater'." The waiter laughed and turned around and handed over a cardboard box. My father put the opera machine on the cardboard box, sat down on the matzah and began to listen to the opera.
I said, "Dad, it's a bad day, go home early."
Dad followed the rhythm of the opera and beat his hands on his knees, saying, "It's only when it rains that you can hear the opera."
The realm of the theatergoer is one I don't understand, so I sighed and turned to go home.
What I didn't expect was that it didn't take long for me to understand my father, and I looked forward every day to his listening to the opera in front of the supermarket.
The cause of the incident was that after my father was hospitalized for stomach problems, he was diagnosed with a malignant tumor of the stomach by laboratory tests. During that time I felt my sky collapsing. Every day, I walked as if I were stepping on cotton, and my brain was in a state of confusion. I was in tears every day, not daring to imagine what life would be like without my father.
Soon, my father underwent surgery, and had follow-up chemotherapy. Under the ravages of the disease and the chemotherapy drugs, my father became as thin as a bone, and he was no longer in the mood to listen to his favorite opera.
Whenever I dragged my tired body back from the hospital and passed by the entrance of the supermarket, I would always stand there unconsciously and stare blankly, with the pure and beautiful sound of opera ringing in my ears, and my tears unconsciously flowing down. Those local operas are so mellow and melodious nowadays, with a long aftertaste. How I wish my father could still sit here in good health and listen to the opera. Those days when he used to listen to the opera were so happy, why didn't I realize it at that time?
Fortunately, my father's surgery was successful, and half a year later, his body slowly recovered, and he was able to sit in front of the supermarket with his opera player and listen to the opera again, and he also had the leisure to talk to his old friends.
What my father doesn't know is that one day at dusk, when I saw him sitting there listening to the opera from afar, at that moment, my tears of happiness quietly flowed down ......