Chapter 4 Four

The cart continued to move unhurriedly.The bay red horse's lips were no longer bleeding, and a black blood spot was condensed on the wound.Any wounds will heal.It will still be pulled into the car tomorrow as usual. It just pulls, bleeds, pulls, bleeds...until it dies. He was still sitting on the shaft of the car, with a pensive look on his face.He paid no attention to us at all, as if we were not around him at all.His silence made me a little uneasy.He was sent by this farm to pick us up at the labor camp. Until now we still don't know whether he is a cadre or a worker.His movements of harnessing the car, driving the car, and bundling the luggage were neat and neat; he spoke very little, with a Hezhou accent, and his sentences were very short, at most two or three words, and he always seemed to be full of thoughts.He didn't give orders to any of us, but he didn't show any kindness either.His expression was indifferent and stern, and he gritted his teeth while raising his whip, appearing cruel.He is about forty years old, but maybe his actual age is not that old, and the faces of people in Northwest China look old.He is tall, with strong bones; on his broad brown face, the lines of eyes, nose, and lips are very hard, like a portrait drawn with a pen: handsome, but not soft.

As I looked at him quietly, I analyzed the reasons for my uneasiness in my heart.In the end, I realized that I was used to being controlled and scolded.Although I realize that I have gained freedom today and become a "self-supporting laborer", subconsciously, I am not used to being without discipline and scolding; behind my people. I felt slightly humiliated, so I left him a few steps with a trace of rebellion, and walked to the side of the road.The animals staggered, the carts swayed, and the hooves and wheels of the horses trampled on the lonely dirt road.A few of us employees followed behind, silently.

At this time, a breeze blew across the field.At the foot of the mountain, a tornado raised yellow dust, standing there, motionless, like a jade pillar standing upright.I don't know when, two mountain eagles flew in the sky.They don't flap their wings, but only rely on the buoyancy of the airflow to hover "loudly" above our heads. Suddenly, as if responding to the cry of a hungry mountain eagle, this handlebar like a stone sculpture suddenly let out a long and high-pitched singing voice: Hey—then, he used extremely sad The tone sang: The horse whip broke yo oh! Elder brother's meat, the horse's footsteps are messed up; second elder brother has been out for three days, and he is driving away every day——!

The high pitch of his voice is a suppressed high pitch, a dull high pitch, high pitch like an explosion violently squeezed out by a powerful force.At the end of "yo oh", "ah", "le", it turned sharply again, with a deep pain like a moan, and gradually disappeared in this boundless and desolate field.The whole melody is full of changes and vitality, and it vibrates endlessly at the end, so that after the end gradually disappears, I feel that the last trace of singing is still floating somewhere in this vast land, winding on the rice paddies with hairy stubble. between the roots; the tune is beautiful.I have listened to many records made by famous singers. Caruso and Chaliapin are hard to find, but before 1957 I often listened to Geary and Paul Robertson.I can say that no song has moved me so much.Not only because the tune of this kind of folk song combines certain characteristics of Central Asia and ancient oriental music, but also because of its roughness, simplicity, desolation, and strength.This inner spirit cannot be learned or trained.It is completely integrated with this vast and sad land; it is the song sung by this land, the yellow land of the Loess Plateau.

I was shocked!I only heard him sing again with that unique voice: Hey - the moth fluttering to the lamp has gone to the sky! Brother's meat, the toad fell into the ground, I thought you were not asleep in the first half of the night! I miss you so much in the second half of the night——! He sang "Le" into "Liu" and "Mei" into "□". Only this kind of local pronunciation that is purely native to the plateau land can fully express the taste of this plateau land.The melody, melody, and dialect are seamless and integrated with this land.Listening to Naples folk songs, a blue ocean will appear in your mind, and listening to Hawaiian folk songs, you will see windward palms in front of your eyes, but that is just the association and longing aroused by the singing.At this moment, being in this situation, what I feel is that this field, this land, this wind, this cloud blown by the wind, this sky, this mountain eagle in the sky... I am immediately touched by this song and become cheerful and vivid. Standing up, showing such a special charming charm... In front of my eyes, this land suddenly became very charming, and my heart could not help but melt into this wonderful scene.What is important is not his singing, but his singing has aroused the elves of this vast and beautiful land, and awakened the poetic feeling that has been sleeping in my chest for many years.

Ah, today I am a free man, and I will kiss this land a thousand times with my chapped, bloodless lips! I held my voice and listened to him continue to sing: Hey - the big horse has gone out of his mouth! Elder brother's meat, Ma Juer has played a game.I don't care about the nosy things at home, I only think about you——! Sadness is the soul of the song.The sorrow in his singing, the deep sorrow, the heavy sorrow, the passionate sorrow, seized my heart.Here, the lyrics are not the main thing, I only vaguely figure out the meaning of the lyrics by the tune and the melody.His longing for a certain person, or not for a specific person but for a certain imagination, caused me to raise my head, which was exhausted by hunger, and I tried to miss something... At this time, I felt a burst of pain. Bitterness: the bitterness of human beings, not the bitterness of hungry animals... The "loud loud" mountain eagle follows us tirelessly, and the winter sun is a bit westward.However, his tone suddenly changed, becoming clear and enthusiastic, although this clarity and enthusiasm is covered with the shadow of sadness: Hey——the black cat is lying on the pot!

Brother's meat, the tail is on a bowl. Lie down on my sister in my brother's arms! You stick your pouty mouth to your face——! Hearing this, I realized that this is a love song.At first, I was only shocked by his singing and melody. My long-disused imagination was like an injured bird sitting on a dead tree suddenly startled by a thunderstorm. Fly wherever possible.After the shock, I looked back and saw green grass sprouting under the dead tree illuminated by lightning.The lyrics of the folk songs wiped away the bottom layer of my heart that was buried in the dust of the labor camp.Because the lyrics are unabashed and show naked lust without literary grace.I sang the trembling voice of "Brother's Meat" with aftertaste, and found that there is no love song of any nation in the world that is so bold, bold, majestic, and uninhibited.What "my sun", "my nightingale", "my little dove", "my rose"...all appear extremely weak, extremely pale, and unmanly.As a result, my youthful blood at the age of twenty-five, although it had become very thin due to lack of nutrition, was also surging and splashing in my blood vessels at this time.It rushed up to my head, causing a shapeless phantom to appear in my mind, and made me uncontrollably hot... Tears overflowed from my eye sockets at some point.

what!This is my first day free.