In the 1970s, I was a child. Whenever I recall my childhood memories, the image of my father playing the erhu always appears in front of my eyes.
My father has an erhu. The head of this erhu is made of black rosewood in the shape of a dragon's head. There is a bead in the dragon's mouth. The dragon's eyes protrude, the dragon's horns stand on the top of the head, and the scales are like shields. Coiled together, it is majestic and vivid, and the piano tube is covered with python skin. My father spent a lot of money to buy this expensive erhu. At that time, my mother must have blamed my father very much. In order to buy this erhu, all the family's living expenses were spent.
At that time, my father had an important task: taking care of his children. My grandparents were out of town, and when my mother had no free time, she was either making shoes or working in front of the sewing machine. This task was handed over to my father. Every day after get off work, my father would gather with me, my sister, and the neighbor's children in my yard. My father happily arranged for us children to have some announcers, some to sing, and some to be applauded by the audience. The songs we sang the most were " Dongfanghong ", "I am a commune member" and "I love Beijing Tiananmen". My father was responsible for accompanying us with the erhu. My sister and I like to watch our father play the erhu the most. He sits under the grape trellis in the yard, his eyes slightly narrowed, as if he has integrated all his emotions into the sound of the piano.
"Er Fountain Reflects the Moon" is my father's favorite song. Although my father cannot play the entire song, the delicate and lingering main melody will often sound in the courtyard of my house. Sometimes, my father would carry his erhu to the train track next to my house, sit on the slope and play "Er Quan Ying Yue". Many years later, whenever I hear the melody of "Er Quan Ying Yue", the image of my father sitting on the slope playing the erhu will always come to mind...
Life is a book, open it is a story, close it is a memory. The stories of our fathers will not disappear in time, but will shine through the polishing of the years, just like the wonderful sound of the erhu, the longer they are, the more worth recalling they are.
(Author: Tan Zhenzhen, the First Experimental Primary School of Heze City, Shandong Province)
Source: "Learning to Strengthen the Country" Heze Learning Platform
Responsible Editor: Deng Shasha, Jia Shengdong, Wang Qing, Guo Ruilin, Zheng Zhixia
Reprint: Hao Fengting
Review: Hao Lin
