A few months ago, at the request of China Nationalities Expo magazine, I promised to write an article about the interview with the famous singer Kerimu. For a variety of reasons, the delay in writing. Last night, in the news, I learned that Mr. Kerimu has passed away on March 3, the mood suddenly became a little heavy, a few surprises, but also did not have a timely delivery of regret and guilt.
This complicated emotion comes from an unforgettable interview experience more than twenty years ago.
In 1989, I joined the army and came to a military camp in the southern foothills of the Tianshan Mountains and the northern edge of the Taklamakan Desert in Xinjiang. Its predecessor was General Wang Zhen's 359th Brigade, with honorable traditions and heroes. A few years ago, I was informed that Zhang Fuqing, the winner of the "Order of the **** and the State" and a model of the times, was also an old-timer in his own regiment.
In the army, he is a corps organ a correspondent, usually like to pen, occasionally there will be "matchbox", "tofu block" in the newspaper. 1992 August, a chance, the leadership recommended that I go to the local Aksu Newspaper to study! The first time I saw this, I had to go back to the office, and then I had to go back to the office, and then I had to go back to the office.
Life is often made up of countless coincidences. The interview with Mr. Kerimu was due to such an accident.
Less than a month to the newspaper to study, one afternoon near the end of work, the reporter Ha Xing quietly told me, the famous singer Kerimu came to Aksu, do you want to go to the interview. The first time I heard of Kerimu, I was instantly energized. Because I grew up in the military camp, I had heard his songs a long time ago and was familiar with this Uyghur singer. Just come to the newspaper to study soon to be able to interview a celebrity, naturally happy exceptionally.
Originally, I thought he would take me along for the interview, but he told me that the leadership of the newspaper had arranged another important interview for him, and if he wanted to go, he could only do it by himself. I was just out of my 20's and I didn't hesitate a bit, so I said yes immediately. When asked where to go to the interview, how to go to the interview, he said singing home where he does not know, this to ask the propaganda department of the municipal party committee.
Back to the army, the first thing is to turn out their usual accumulation of a variety of newspapers, "People's Liberation Army Literature and Art", "People's Liberation Army Songs" and other magazines, to see if you can find some information about the singer. In order to interview quickly into the topic. Unfortunately, in addition to the "PLA Songs" to find a singer cover photo and a sheet music, and then no other gains.
As soon as I arrived at the newspaper the next day, I called the propaganda department of the municipal party committee to ask Mr. Kerimov's schedule, where he lives, and to prepare for the interview. The phone hesitated for a long time, the staff may not know this matter, seems to be surprised how I know. It was only after consulting with the head of the organization that I was told the general location of a residential area. And I was told that Mr. Kerimu might not be back until later in the afternoon.
Around two o'clock, I quietly walked out of the front door of the newspaper office, wanting to start my own interview early, as if I was afraid that someone else would know about it and steal my interview material.
About ten minutes of travel, I came to an ordinary residential neighborhood, a yard after a yard of adobe cottage into the eyes. According to the given address, after asking a few families, I was able to identify one of them as the residence of a relative of Mr. Kerimu's who was staying there temporarily.
When I knocked on the door, no one answered. Perhaps he hadn't come back yet, I consoled myself with the thought that I would come back in a little while. So I got on my bike and went for a walk down the street.
In the newspaper, the editorial teacher often warned me to read more "People's Daily", "Economic Daily" and other major central newspapers, and learn more, to engage in journalism, we must cultivate their own "news eye". During that time, the sensitivity to news also seemed to have an extraordinary increase. In Aksu City, waiting for the process of wandering aimlessly in the street, suddenly found that the street seems to have some changes. Fixed attention to look, only to find that the main sections of the original road signs have been replaced, associated with the previous "readers' letters" column in the masses of road signs marking unclear complaints, immediately realized that this is a piece of news, riding on the car to go to the Municipal Bureau of Urban Construction interviews. A few days later, he wrote his own "Aksu City to replace the new road signs" press release will be published.
This is a small part of the interview with Mr. Kerimu, but also an unexpected gain.
Nearly 5 o'clock, I thought Mr. Kerimu should be back by now, so I went there again. I knocked on the door and it was still quiet. I've been waiting for about an hour or so, and I'm still not moving. I was a little shaken up when I looked at my watch and saw that it was getting late, so I told myself I would come back tomorrow.
Near the door of the barracks, it seems to be reluctant, holding the idea of chance, the ghost returned.
The third time I came here. I tried to knock on the door, this time soon heard the sound of someone walking in the yard, both nervous and excited. It did not take long for someone to come out. The person who opened the door was a middle-aged man. I immediately introduced myself, asked Mr. Kerim if he lived here, and explained the reason for my visit. Perhaps the reason for wearing a military uniform, the other party did not hesitate to let me go in.
Through a small courtyard, we soon entered the living room, where a pair of sofas were placed against the wall on the left side. On the left side of the living room is a pair of sofas against the wall, and on the outermost side sits none other than Mr. Crimson. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'd like to introduce myself. Because it was a "sudden attack", Mr. Kerimu obviously did not have any thought to prepare for, in addition to just returned from the outside, seems to be a little tired. When he heard that I came to interview him, he lifted his spirit and immediately asked me to sit down.
When I came here, I was still thinking about whether to call him "chief" or "teacher", but when I saw him, I thought "Mr. Kerimov". Perhaps because we were both in the military, we quickly got to talking.
With silver threads at his temples, Mr. Kerimu was very talkative. He took the initiative to tell me some of his experiences.
"I joined the army from Turpan in 1951, when I was 12 years old, in 1959 to participate in the army's second cultural and artistic performances, singing "day and night miss Chairman Mao" won the first prize, and then stayed in the General Administration of Song and Dance Troupe."
"Over the decades, the Party and the people have given me a lot, but I am still an ordinary soldier, not a great character. I am an actor, and without the love of the people and soldiers at large for me, I would not have succeeded."
His tone was humble and calm. For a while, I even forgot that I was talking to a famous singer who is famous in the whole army and the whole country, but an old friend who has forgotten his years.
"I'm not from Aksu, but my feelings for Aksu are very deep, I used to sing the song "Tarim River". For many years, whether at home or abroad, I have been singing the Tarim River. The Tarim River feeds us, and this time I returned to the Tarim River and was able to perform for the people of Aksu, which has been my wish for many years."
"I am the son of our Xinjiang, the son-in-law of Aksu, my wife Gulandam is the people of Keping, Aksu."
He talked incessantly in Mandarin with a Viennese inflection. His speech is as simple and beautiful as his songs, funny and humorous.
In the early 1990s, star walkers, tax evasion and tax evasion were a hot topic in society. In accordance with prior preparation, I opened the door and asked: "Mr. Kerimu: now the masses of our literary and artistic circles of some actors and actresses amazing price and their excessive economic income talk a lot, what do you think about this"?
For a moment, he became somewhat serious.
"Yes, it's the reform era, the society is changing and developing and some of our actors have changed. They put a lot of value on money, but not on art, and have left the people aside. This, I absolutely disagree with! Art cannot be measured by money! The masses, of course, are disgusted by this! I have not done this, and I have never sold tickets to perform in Xinjiang, and I will never ask for money for my future performances, Xinjiang is my mother, how can I ask for money from my mother?"
He looked a little excited, but I was at a loss as to how to continue the conversation. However, I clearly felt the great spiritual strength and national sentiment of a true artist.
The situation and the resounding words are forever fixed in my mind.
Decades later, the exorbitant financial incomes, tax evasion and other scandals of some actors and actresses in the literary and artistic world are still the topic of discussion after dinner. But every time I think of Mr. Kerimu's strong feelings for the people, as well as the noble sentiments of not being tired of money and fame, so that I more and more feel the charm of an old artist's personality.
"The man is gone, the love lives on". May Mr. Kerimu's voice always echo in our ears, and his spirit give us greater incentive.
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