In fact, sometimes it’s quite strange to think about it.
We were having fun while watching the 15-second short video, and at the same time, we wrote seriously in our compositions "We must promote traditional culture."
Last week, when my mother was helping me organize information, a printer made a creaking sound and spit out a lot of paper. These papers were all about calligraphy, Peking opera, and shadow puppetry. She said, you pick a few sentences and copy them, and the composition will be completed. I stared at those words that said "extremely profound" and "longstanding", and suddenly I didn't know what I was writing.
Is it really done?
The lecture held by Teacher Jiang raised an extremely critical question at the beginning, that is: "Why do we need to learn these contents?".
No one said a word below. She continued: "It's because I have to take the exam."
The whole class laughed. After the laughter there was silence.
In fact, she is right and wrong.
The smell of sweat in the calligraphy
When I was practicing calligraphy, there was no air conditioning in the summer, so the ink dried very quickly.
At that time, I thought that the flying dragons and phoenixes in cursive writing were like the ancients who were drunk while walking their dogs on paper. Then the teacher said, look at the lines, they contain blood, flesh and bones. But I couldn't see it at all, I just felt sore in my wrist.
Looking back now, the sweat drops fell on the rice paper and spread into a small ball. This can be regarded as a handshake in the air between me and a scholar who wrote thousands of years ago and his hands shook due to writing.
Grandpa used to love watching operas, and he couldn't move when the Peking Opera was on TV.
I asked him, do you understand? He squinted his eyes and said he didn't understand, but he just looked down-to-earth.
That red boat can accommodate 72 people, and the civil and military students have to change two sets of outfits for one scene. He can remember the data related to these numbers more clearly than the passbook password.
In fact, I also like listening to operas now, but I only listen to ancient songs with operatic accents like "Chi Ling". However, I did not tell him about this.
Is this considered inheritance? I have no idea.
Those things that are almost gone
shadow play.
When I went to Wuzhen last time, it was clear that only that single family was still performing. The elderly artist behind the curtain was tapping and beating all by himself, and at the same time he was singing loudly, with sweat all over his head. There were seven or eight people sitting scattered under the stage, half of whom went in to rest because they were too tired from walking.
Lu Xun said, "Only the soul of the people is valuable."
But the souls of the people also have to eat.
There are candy blowers, dough kneaders, and trampoline builders. They were only available in the alleys when I was a kid. Now you have to go to the "Folk Custom Village" and you have to make an appointment in advance to pay money to see them.
Chinese painting teacher’s slap
When I was studying traditional Chinese painting, I felt very aggrieved.
My painting is obviously very similar to the teacher's, why does the teacher say that I am "dead"?
He hit me on the head with a brush: "What you drew is a specimen! Not a living thing!"
Later I realized that what the teacher wanted me to pay attention to was not the flower, but the ants crawling under the flower, the wilting weeds next to it, and the flickering light spots that fell through the gaps between the leaves.
If a painting only retains the status of "good-looking", then this situation is a failure. I didn't understand the meaning of this until now.
What are we afraid of?
People on the Internet often say that today’s young people do not understand traditional culture.
However, when the box office of "Nezha" reached several billion, the screen was full of people reading "The Rise of Chinese Comics". Aren't they young people?
In the barrage of "National Treasure", aren't we the ones clamoring loudly to cheer for the cultural relics?
When horse-faced skirts were in hot demand, there were several girls downstairs in the dormitory. They were taking pictures wearing horse-faced skirts. When they twirled around, the skirts really looked like flowers blooming.
Maybe it’s not that we don’t love.
I'm just afraid of that kind of "holding" love.
It's like celebrating the New Year.
What bores us is not the Spring Festival, but the fact that we are forced to put on a show for relatives we are not familiar with. It is the fact that we were forced to get up to pay New Year greetings when we wanted to sleep in.
But on New Year's Eve, the whole family was curled up on the sofa, and the Spring Festival Gala program that no one was watching was playing on the TV, grabbing red envelopes until the battery of the mobile phone ran out. At midnight, there was a crackling sound outside the window, and your mother brought out steaming dumplings——.
At that moment you feel, well, we still have to celebrate the New Year.
When I held a Chinese character dictation conference, I wrote simultaneously with the TV. Many characters looked familiar, but I couldn't write them out when I picked up the pen.
It’s not that I forgot that word.
It’s been a long time since I’ve written with a pen.
I type too fast now.
It’s so fast that I forget that every word has body temperature.
Don't offer it up
I'm quite afraid of the kind of tone that talks about traditional culture in a very mysterious way.
What "five thousand years of Chinese heritage", what "national treasure"...
It has the quality of being seen through a glass cabinet in a museum. You can't touch or touch it. You can only raise your neck and pay homage.
But culture should be alive.
It can be touched, used, and discussed.
Is "Along the River During Qingming Festival" awesome? But those were ordinary days in the Northern Song Dynasty painted by Zhang Zeduan, and they were the world of fireworks in his eyes.
If he had painted "A Grand Picture of a Prosperous Age" with a shelf, he would have been burned out long ago.
We like it because there are vendors, donkeys, quarrels, and people watching.
It smells like someone.
This thing about filial piety
The second half of Teacher Jiang's lecture that day was about "filial piety".
She said that filial piety does not mean that you wash your parents’ feet, take photos and post them on WeChat.
I want you to hear what they have to say, don't be impatient.
It tells you not to slam the door even if you don't agree with their point of view.
I secretly glanced at my mother. She was taking notes seriously, even more seriously than me.
I want to cry a little bit, but also want to laugh a little bit.
Our generation is probably destined to be the transitional group.
On one side is the stubbornness of grandparents, on the other side is the uncertainty of the future.
We are holding a thin string in our hands, and a thousands-year-old kite is tied to the string.
When the wind is strong, the line will tighten so much that my hands hurt.
But no one dared to let go.
Hopefully.
I hope that many years later, my children will ask me: "Mom, what traditional festivals did you have when you were a child?".
What I can say is not just "eating moon cakes" and "posting Spring Festival couplets".
You can make it clear to him that at that time, we used pens to write words, relied on our hands to shake fans, sat quietly in the courtyard, looked up at the moon, until our necks were sore.
These seemingly useless little things.
Maybe it’s culture.
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