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An essay on blind people telling stories

Blind storytelling, also known as "blind storytelling", was very popular before the 1960s and 1970s. At that time, the voices of blind storytellers were often heard in the streets, under trees, in hutongs, by the river and in the compound of the brigade. Those who have blind storytellers are always surrounded by people. Those who can listen to the outside world and can't join in the fun have become a series of modest scenery in the countryside. In that era of poor rural culture, it can also be said that it was amazing and tender.

Blind storytelling is actually a product of the times. Living in an era of poverty and backwardness, even people with strong bodies and sound facial features often don't have enough to eat, let alone blind people with visual defects. Forced by life, in order to make a living, blind people are trying their best to make a living, and some of them are still married with their children, which is even more difficult and they have to support their families. The blind are thinking about their own advantages. They are carefully looking for the "window" opened by God for themselves. Someone discovered the mystery of "window". The blind lost their sight, but enhanced their other sensory functions. They can't see with their eyes, and their senses make up for it. Their other abilities are particularly strong, including listening, memory, language expression, and their brains have changed. Therefore, the livelihood of the blind is particularly strong. So the blind people took out their own housekeeping skills, including fortune tellers, storytellers and singers ... wandering the streets, earning some money and eating on the way. It also made the dull rural life of that era full of vitality and added a lively atmosphere.

Blind storytellers can be regarded as artists wandering in the countryside, that is, mobile storytellers. Some are independent, some rap with their wives, and some rap with their wives and children. Some people wear clothes such as huqin, bamboo board and bangzi, and everyone carries a bamboo pole or wooden stick. This is a trial walk. When there are many people, someone leads in front and someone inserts in the back, which is very safe. When I was young, my friends often saw blind people telling stories in twos and threes in the countryside, and sometimes they suddenly emerged from the alley and walked slowly. Some friends will shout: "Ah, come to the blind to tell books!" " Someone will pick up and shout, "Come to the blind to tell stories, come to the blind to tell stories ..." I felt embarrassed at that time, because it was really uncivilized to call the blind, but at that time, the level of civilization in the countryside was not good enough, and it was rarely called the blind. When I grew up, I changed my name to blind.

Blind people tell stories, some find the brigade office, and some brigade people ask for help. These are all big moves. There are many blind people, sometimes four or five people, mostly at night, so that villagers can listen to blind people telling stories at leisure after finishing farm work. The cadres of the brigade will arrange to have a pie meal at the members' home. When eating, they will send someone to light a steam lamp, hang it on a tree, or set up a pole to make it as bright as day. At this time, the men, women and children in the village naturally formed a big circle. After eating and taking their belongings, several blind people walked into the circle, sat on chairs and stools arranged in advance, and began to tell stories.

There is a wooden stick in front of the leading blind man, and a bangzi is tied to the top of the wooden stick. Try to reach it with your hands. This bangzi is called "Juemu" for storytellers. I saw the leading blind man knock on the "Juemu" several times, and then there was a "bang, bang" sound in his ear. The prologue of the next story is: born in the well-known hometown of martial arts, most of them shouted: "people who talk about martial arts" and "people who listen to martial arts". As soon as the voice fell, the blind people opened their mouths. Most people say it's an ancient book. I remember Yue Quanzhuan, Hu Yanqing Hitting People, Yang Jiajiang, Water Margin and so on. Some people talk, sing and play the erhu, and sometimes they talk, sing and play it just right, so the sounds of books, singing and erhu are beautiful and pleasant to hear. Some people like to listen to stories, some people like to listen to arias, and some people like to play erhu. They all listen with relish, and sometimes a small climax breaks the silent night sky in the countryside.

Most blind people have fantastic ideas, telling stories with humor, and there is an episode in the middle of the story, which will keep everyone's appetite. The blind man who plays erhu left a deep impression on me. He imitated the human voice with the erhu and said, "The clip of Hu Yanqing hitting people is over. What else do you want to hear? " Some people in the audience listened to The Romance of Three Kingdoms, while others listened to Yang Jiajiang. There are different opinions. At this time, the erhu will say, "Listen to what? Huh? " Voice down, attracted a burst of laughter. When the audience set off a small high tide, the voice of listening to storytelling was deadlocked. At this time, the blind will play an erhu, and the melodious timbre of the erhu will reverberate in the middle of the village. Then, the blind will tell more beautiful stories according to their own ideas. Sometimes when it comes to wonderful stories, the blind man deliberately lowers his voice. If he is far away and can't hear clearly, he shouts, "I can't hear you, speak louder." "Louder", it seems that you are really interested.

Most of the blind storytellers I heard when I was a child were in front of my hometown and under the big locust tree. In front of my hometown is an open flat land, which is also the crossroads of the village. So when I was a child, I saw many blind people and heard many blind people tell stories, all because of my grandmother. I often listen to blind people telling stories in front of my house because it is very simple here. Leave the blind behind. Neighbors take out yellow cakes, sweet potato bread, sweet potatoes, cabbage in bowls and thermos bottles in bowls. As long as the blind have enough to eat and drink, they can ensure that they can hear a wonderful story all night.

Grandma loves to hear blind people tell stories. I can't describe how much she loves to listen. She loves to listen to blind people telling stories, and naturally she has a close relationship with them. Whenever she comes to see the blind, her grandmother, who loves to tell stories and is hospitable, always makes them sit at home, holding a bowl of water when they are thirsty, and sending a good meal when they are hungry. I still don't understand why she is so kind to blind people she doesn't know. I remember one time, when I came home, I saw my grandmother invited a pair of middle-aged blind men and women to sit at home and poured them two bowls of water. I feel a little sick when I see two blind people dirty and drinking water from our eating bowl. Grandma saw it, so she took me aside and whispered, "Blind people are human, too. It's not easy for them to come all the way. We should treat them well. " After listening to grandma's words, I felt very ashamed and gradually changed my attitude towards them. Listening to the blind couple talk about how wonderful Mu Guiying is in the evening, especially the songs of blind women left a deep impression on me, which I will never forget. Now think about it, why do my grandmother have so many stories in her mind? I think many stories are learned from blind storytelling. Tell me again. Although I can't hear the vivid image of the blind man, my grandmother added a little kindness.

Blind storytelling has played a great role in my life experience. Even in middle school, I sometimes listen to blind people telling stories. I feel that blind storytelling is good and has its own taste and charm. It is the characteristic of that era, and it can also be said that it is the need of the times. This is not felt by outsiders. As far as storytelling is concerned, ordinary people can't compare with it. I often hear my classmates chanting, "When the sun is as red as fire, my daughter says it's my turn." What I said was so smooth and natural that I still remember it vividly. There is also the opening remarks of the blind storyteller that I personally heard: "I like listening to literature, martial arts, loyalty and treachery? Love to cry, love to laugh, love to listen to acid? I like listening to Wen 'an, and I like listening to Wu Lai. I love loyalty to Yang Jiajiang and rape to Zhengde. I like to cry and say to Meng Jiangnv, I like to tell the story of Diesim with a smile ... "However, I have heard this passage many times, which may be a routine of blind storytelling. I have heard it many times and told it among my classmates, so I usually remember it. Stories told by blind people sound interesting and thought-provoking in retrospect. Now that I think about it, it is memorable. Chew slowly and have a long aftertaste.

There is another story about a blind man telling a book, which I will never forget. Once, a blind man went to tell a book under a big pagoda tree, leaning against this ancient pagoda tree for more than 500 years. He is curious to know how thick this old tree is. This is also a kind of knowledge, and he may talk about it in the book one day. So he stood the long stick in his hand on the trunk and hugged it with his hands. After he left, the urchin took his long stick away, and he continued to hug and measure. After seven or eight hugs, he seemed to be saying to himself, "Why is this tree so thick?" All the onlookers laughed, but I never laughed. I think a blind man who came to the village to tell a book brought joy to the rural people. He shouldn't be treated like this. How can he get by with his conscience when he treats a person with five senses? This incident is also an episode in the blind storytelling. I can't tell what it tastes like every time I recall it. But with this experience, I think blind storytelling is closer to the reality of life.

Now that the blind storytelling has gone, it is inevitable to leave regrets. The scene, tone and singing of blind storytelling are still in my mind. I deeply miss blind people telling stories, which is an unusual experience. Writing, writing, the blind man whispered: "I don't know how to break the sky, and listen to the next decomposition!" "