论文部分内容阅读
2012年7月15日凌晨,我的师傅——湘剧大师刘春泉因病去世。作为她的亲传弟子,我悲痛难忍,泪如雨下。看着病床上老人安详的遗容,我脑海里不时浮现出跟她学戏时的桩桩往事。16岁那年,我在湘剧团一位老师的陪伴下,走进刘春泉老师的家,希望拜她为师。那时,她刚从边远山村下放回城,或许对“文革”中所受的打击心有余悸,她对我的请求委婉拒
In the early hours of July 15, 2012, my master Liu Chunquan, a master of Xiang Opera, died of illness. As her dear disciple, I am saddened, tears rain. Looking at the serene elderly people in the bed, my mind emerges from time to time with her when learning to play stumps. At the age of 16, I was accompanied by a teacher from the Xiang Opera Troupe and went into the house of Teacher Liu Chunquan, hoping to worship her as a teacher. At that time, she had just returned to the city from the remote mountain village, perhaps lingering on the blows suffered in the “Cultural Revolution” and her request to me was euphemistically refuted