中国人爱看戏,一部折子戏,可以看上一辈子。在别人的表演中,流下自己真实的泪水。我最早听戏时七八岁,戏不是在舞台上,而是邻家婶婶哼唱的。上世纪七十年代,夏天,晚来乘凉,寂寞的村子,总得有个声响。面对亿年的银河长汉,于是,咿咿呀呀的声调升起,在星子的光晕里,寂夜开始恬然入睡。 Chinese people love watching theater, a teaser theater, you can see life. In the performance of others, shed their true tears. When I was seven or eight years old at the earliest stage, the play was not on the stage but rather the aunt’s neighbors hummed. Seventies of last century, summer, late to enjoy the cool, lonely village, there must be a sound. In the face of billions of years of Yinhe Changhan, so, Baba Ya Ya’s tone rise, in the stars of the halo, quiet night began to fall asleep.