A collection of Zhang Xiaofengs classic essays

"Well, then write a new one!" "But why get a new one when you think the old one hasn't been repaired yet?"

"Well, then write a new one!" "But why get a new one when you think the old one hasn't been repaired yet?" Alas, this is a terrible cycle. I often think that the first-class talents in the world often do not write down anything because of their eagerness to seek perfection. Probably those who stick to writing are mostly below the second-class roles. After my teacher passed away, I couldn't help feeling a little angry. Some people in the world who publish indiscriminately are "sinners", but it is almost "cruel" for the younger generation to cherish ink like gold and even refuse to write. History still has ways to deal with the "sinners". Before long, their ink pollution has become a thing of the past, but even history can do nothing for those who do not write diligently. However, under the half-pressure and half-urging of the editor, a book called "Free Talk on Drama" was written instead in the mood of writing essays, which is a small fortune in misfortune. One day, when I was chatting with Mr. Wei Suqiu, she held the same view as me. She said, "Alas, every day when I read the obituaries, there are some friends who died with a lot of knowledge. It's a pity." When the teacher was alive, I had a deep understanding with him, but there were many times when the teacher insisted on his views, while I insisted on mine. If the teacher comes back to life today, the first thing I am eager to argue with him is to insist that he should write at least two books, one on drama theory, the other should include at least ten Peking Opera scripts. He should not only be a teacher of our generation,Magnetic Drain Plug, but also a teacher of many generations of young people in the future.. But the teacher is no longer there. Who am I going to argue with on the phone late at night? For my drama performance, the teacher also has a lot of opinions, whether it is "lighting", "performance", "stage design" or "dance". In fact, Mr. Yu is a person who even has "opinions" about himself. His loveliness lies in his "opinions". Some of his opinions I agree with, some I do not agree with, but in any case,metal stamping parts, I am very touched by the concern that he must come to see every performance, and also let Yitai Travel Agency sponsor a special advertisement for our performance. When the teacher is right or wrong, his expression is very strong. When he thinks he is right, he will say in a stack of voices: "Right-right-right-right.." Every pair of words was spoken clearly, slowly, long, and almost to the beat. When he thought it was wrong, he would laugh, shake his head, and say, "It's not right at all, it's not right at all.." To my surprise, the teacher did not agree with comparative literature at all. I remember the first time I tried to talk to him about the tragic view of yuan Zaju written by a scholar. He immediately refused and said: "Xiaofeng, you should know that China and the West are completely different, completely different, DIN screw plug ,car radiator cap, not the same at all!" "Good," I am not convinced, "even if the result of the comparison is'incomparable ', it is also a comparative study ah!" But the teacher was not moved, he still insisted that Chinese drama is Chinese drama, there is no need to compare, there is no possibility of comparison. For example, "After many times, I still don't give up." Shakespeare and Chinese tragedies, at their most serious and serious times, often come out with a section of chaos-and often yellow. Isn't this very similar? " "That's because the audience is all new ordinary citizens." Strangely, the teacher was willing to admit that they were similar, but he was still opposed to comparative literature. Later, I found that Mr. Yu and other young people had different views in all aspects. In the end, everyone maintained their own views, and teachers and students were still teachers and students. For a while, the newspaper scolded a man fiercely, which was like beating a drowning dog. I called him to ask for his advice. In fact, it was too serious to say "consult". Teacher Yu himself was just chatting with people anyway (he really chatted all his life, very deep and lively). He never mentioned the "person" of that person, but praised the article of that person, saying: "Since the beginning of vernacular Chinese, this person is the first one who can apply the old poems so well and use the inherent things so skillfully." "Is it the pen of a gifted scholar?" "Yes, yes, yes." He also praised him for using metaphors to achieve euphemism and appropriateness. When I put down the phone, I felt something very warm. I didn't agree with the teacher that he was the first master of vernacular Chinese, but I liked his lenient mind. I mentioned another person who scolded the man. "I tell you," he said suddenly, "that those who curse are already affected themselves, and those who curse are the ones who are most affected." I was almost startled by this strange theory, and for a moment I could not tell whether I agreed with it or not, but it was not unreasonable to speculate carefully. Teacher Yu is willing to take a step back to think about everything, so it is natural to be boundless. The last time I saw the teacher was at the National Army Arts Center. That night, I performed The Legend of the White Snake. During the break, I saw that the teacher and his wife had also come. The teacher's wife wore a purplish red floor-length dress with shiny silver hair. The teacher's wife had always been beautiful and vulgar, and that night she looked more dusty than usual. I don't know why, but I don't think the teacher looks good. Did you write to save the wind and dust? I took the opportunity to ask the teacher. The teacher once told me that he liked the yuan Zaju "Save the Wind and Dust" very much and wanted to adapt it into a Peking Opera. In fact, this has been said for several years. "Everyone says that Saving the Wind and Dust is a comedy," he once said with a sigh. "It's really a tragedy!" Almost every once in a while, I always remind Mr. Yu about "saving the wind and dust", and I like that play very much. Alas-difficult- "" Teacher Yu's face is really bad. Once upon a time, there was a Mr. Chao who wrote music for me. It was too important to write music. Later, Mr. Chao died, and now it's difficult to write. Peking Opera. My heart can not help but sad, the lyricist lost the composer is sad, but the lyricist himself is not eternal ah! "The play is well written," he said, bringing the topic back to The Legend of White Snake. "It was written by Tian Han. Later,deep draw stamping, Hai Rui was dismissed from office, which was also written by him-that is, the one that was criticized. "I won't come tomorrow!" The teacher said again. The second half of tomorrow will be better. "I've seen the play too many times." There was a palpable weariness in the teacher's speech. I said no more. autoparts-dx.com


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