走近父亲的秦腔

父亲爱唱秦腔，常扮演老生的角色。每到新年，他总要在村里的戏台上唱上个三本五折，七天八晚。小时候的我并不知道秦腔是什么，然而就是喜欢听那有板有眼的调子，觉得如同那时常爱吃的酸杏一样有味。于是，每到新年，就盼秦腔；每到秦腔演出时，则看得废寝忘食，毫无倦意。

my father loves singing qin opera and often plays the role of an old man. every new year, he would sing three books and 50% off on the stage in the village, seven days and eight nights. when i was a child, i didn't know what qinqiang was. however, i like to listen to the sharp tune and feel like the sour apricot that i often like to eat. therefore, every new year, i look forward to qinqiang opera; every time when i come to qinqiang opera, i see nothing but sleep and food.

俗话说：知子莫如父。父亲对我痴迷秦腔的言行表示反对。他说什么“唱戏是下贱人的职业，学好了也无用处”啦，什么“万般皆下品，惟有读书高”啦。我听了似懂非懂，嘴里虽然答应着，心里却有一种被欺骗的感觉。然而我毕竟听从了父亲的话，被父亲送到了学校。日子在琅琅的读书声中流过，秦腔的影子离我越来越远。父亲那宽厚结实的胸背遮住了我透视他心灵的眼睛，当我听他唱那一折折声情并茂的秦腔时，也体味不出他那复杂的思想感情。

as the saying goes: a son is not like a father. my father objected to my obsession with qin opera. what he said is "singing is a job for a bitch, and it's useless to learn it well." what he said is "all things are inferior, only reading is high". i listened to understand, although the mouth promised, but there is a feeling of being deceived. however, i listened to my father and was sent to school by him. days flow in the sound of reading, the shadow of qin opera is more and more far away from me. my father's broad and strong chest and back covered my eyes to see through his heart. when i heard him sing the qin tune, which was full of both voice and emotion, i could not understand his complicated thoughts and feelings.

人生如戏，转眼间已演了几折，当我戴着中学生校徽从无知逐渐走向成熟时，我才渐渐从心灵上走近父亲。虽然他的“唱戏是下贱人的职业”的观点带着浓厚的封建思想，虽然我对没能学唱味道醇厚、令人荡气回肠的秦腔感到遗憾，但我还是很感激他。是父亲让我学到了知识，走近他的秦腔。那一声声时而悲壮，时而婉约，时而苍凉的调子无不代表着他的思想感情，也从侧面反映了世事盛衰、人生百味。秦腔已成为父亲生命中不可缺少的精神食粮，秦腔寄寓着他全部的情怀。高兴的时候，他会在火炕上一边品茶一边唱；忧闷的时候，他也会唱上几句。父亲的一些性格特点在唱戏中自然而然地流露出来。记得在台上演出时，别的演员都不愿演不光彩的角色，可父亲却很乐意，他认为演这些角色更有教育意义。有人说他太固执，他却笑道：“唱戏的，何必当真呢？”父亲也挺有责任感，同台演员在演出时卡了壳忘了台词，他就及时小声告诉对方。他说不能蒙混过关，让台下的观众笑话，有的观众不懂，可他们中也有行家哩。村里有个老阿婆，一生无依无靠，孤独凄惨，平日里就爱听秦腔，父亲知道这个情况后，一有空就去给她唱。每当秦腔从老阿婆的屋里传出时，村里就有人说：“听，××的戏瘾犯了又没处唱了。”可我知道，那一声声的秦腔寄托着父亲对老阿婆的安慰和同情，村里人哪知他的内心呢！

life is like a play. in a twinkling of an eye, i have performed several times. when i was wearing the school badge of middle school students, i gradually approached my father from the heart. although his viewpoint of "singing is the profession of the lowlife" has a strong feudal thought, and although i feel sorry for not being able to learn to sing the mellow and soul stirring qin opera, i still appreciate him. it was my father who let me learn knowledge and approach his qinqiang opera. the sound is sometimes solemn, sometimes graceful and sometimes bleak, which represents his thoughts and feelings, and reflects the ups and downs of the world and the taste of life from the side. qin opera has become an indispensable spiritual food in his father's life. qin opera embodies all his feelings. when he is happy, he will sing while tasting tea on the kang; when he is sad, he will also sing a few words. some of the father's personality characteristics are naturally revealed in the opera. i remember when i was on stage, other actors didn't want to play disgraceful roles, but my father was very happy. he thought it was more educational to play these roles. some people said he was too stubborn, but he said with a smile: "the singer, why take it seriously？" my father also has a sense of responsibility. when the same actor got stuck and forgot his lines, he told each other in a low voice in time. he said that he could not muddle through the stage and make the audience laugh. some of the audience didn't understand him, but some of them were experts. there is an old woman in the village. she is helpless and lonely all her life. she likes to listen to qinqiang opera on weekdays. when her father knows about this, he will sing to her whenever he has time. when qin opera came out of the old woman's house, someone in the village said, "listen, xx's opera addict has no place to sing." but i know that the voice of qin opera reposes his father's comfort and sympathy for the old grandma. the villagers don't know his heart!

走近父亲，走近他的秦腔，我细细聆听着，我深深思考着。

close to my father, close to his qin opera, i listen carefully, i think deeply.