Several days ago, hear Mei Lanfang suddenly child, the message that Beijing opera Great Master Mr Mei Baojiu dies, can't help cloudily. Still see the gentleman is performed on the article couplet evening party before two months " pear spends eulogy " . That is the poor old person of essence of life of a move be supportinged sb with hand by child, it is low first singing “ pear to be spent, spring the ” that bring rain, before long he enters the most pleasant stage gradually, the account of the division that make day that the hand cannot refrain from, eye wave is on the move bend asperses whole arena. The gentleman did not go up makeup, but be in that an instant, I as if unexpectedly saw dazzle of “ bead tassel turns constellation shakes, beautiful Zuo fights snake of dragon aing shallow lake overgrown with wild plants to use the appearance of the bend country of ” , experienced the boundless lasting appeal of Beijing opera, and because of old artist to profession faithful and serious, esteem to have deep love for and be touched to occupational. Rise from that day namely, I begin to understand Thespian. For Pei Shaojun horse of the top of a wall of Li Qian gold go up and happy, for Cui Ying warbler needs a month on the west compartment and expect, for Cheng Die the not mad demon of the garment does not survive and weep, the affection that is Mei Wanhua and Meng Xiaodong enemy and sigh. Just return future to must be reached in me when becoming ticket friend, the gentleman entires like that pass away. But the sound that gentleman Na Ruli spends kind of Jing to admire, let my engrave however, can let me pay close attention to opera art more, cherish traditional culture.
几天前，忽闻梅兰芳之子，京剧大师梅葆玖先生逝世的消息，不禁黯然。在两个月前的文联晚会上还看见先生表演《梨花颂》。那是一个被弟子搀扶着的精瘦老人，先是低低的唱着“梨花开，春带雨”，不久他渐入佳境，手便情不自禁的作旦科状，眼波流转倾洒整个舞台。先生并未上妆，但就在那一瞬，我竟仿佛看到了“珠缨炫转星宿摇，花鬘斗薮龙蛇动”的倾国之姿，感受到了京剧的无穷韵味，并因老艺术家对于行当的忠实认真，对职业的崇敬热爱而感动。也就是从那天起，我开始了解戏剧。为裴少俊李千金墙头马上而喜悦，为崔莺莺待月西厢而期盼，为程蝶衣的不疯魔不成活而落泪，为梅畹华与孟小冬的情仇而唏嘘。只是在我还未来得及成为票友时，先生就阖然长逝了。但先生那如梨花般惊艳的声音，却让我铭记，会让我更为关注戏曲艺术，珍视传统文化。
Have a kind of voice, show slightly aged, cover is sufficient precious.
有一种声音，略显苍老，弥足珍贵。
I am not ticket friend, the grandfather is however, all one's life likes this old person of 86 years old to defending opera channel to look at namely greatly over and over Thespian. But I hear grandfather act in an opera rarely, except however he rises suddenly when the Spring Festival this year promote, sing to us " beat soubrette " anthology paragraph. The sound of old fogey is not Orphean, taking have been through the vicissitudes of life place spy some is hoarse. The family circumstances when he is junior liberals, time to literary hobby thenceforth begins. Recall of the meeting when knowing he is singing a song years of how many extraordinary? Story of how many old friend? The wind storm rain that my have not has looked on he experiences, nature is unknown. What I know to sit before me only is a grandfather, not impure and other identity. And the blood of he and my body is genteel ancestor, when waiting for me to die, die again. I listen to him to sing seriously, it is to listening to this peculiar tonal, cherish the time that is together with him more. Some sound were missed, can be more cherish, further understanding; If some sound were missed, the sky that leaves lasting yearning and have one's bosom filled with only sighs.
我不是票友，爷爷却是，这位八十六岁的老人平生一大爱好即守着戏曲频道看着一遍又一遍的戏剧。但我很少听爷爷唱戏，除却今年春节时他突然起兴，给我们唱起《拷红娘》选段。老头子的声音并不好听，带着饱经沧桑所特有的沙哑。他年少时家境优渥，对文艺的爱好定时从那时就开始的。不知道他唱着歌时会忆起多少峥嵘岁月？多少故人故事？我未曾旁观过他所经历的风风雨雨，自然是不得而知。我只知道坐在我面前的就是爷爷，不掺杂别的身份。而我的身上流着他以及祖先的血，等我死的时候再死一次。我认真听他唱，是听着这特有的音色，更是珍惜和他在一起的时光。有的声音错过了，会是更加的珍视，更进一步的了解；有的声音如果错过了，便只留下永恒的怀念和满腔的空叹。
Have a kind of voice, the aftertaste is boundless, exciting.
有一种声音，回味无穷，扣人心弦。
Tree shadow luxuriants and well-spaced, fragrant humble full garden, zephyr garrulous language, tian Gaoyun is weak, be the world April day. First time and alma mater encounter also are in such season, in such weather. In an instant 3 years near, there are how much 1000 grows in these 3 years the sound of 100 flavour! Listen to the twittering of —— that swallow, of that flower instant blossom, the stroke of that thunderstorm indulge in wilful persecution, still have the loud cry in heart of our numerous students. Happiness is listen respectfully these sound, recall these audio to touch namely. End of 3 years, we will face pair of ahead viatic choice again. Do not know this, I at alma mater will be eternity miss also or the renewal that is leading edge? Tell me the answer without the person. I know to want to cherish each opportunity only. Want Hua Kaikan to fold straight beard, not wait for a flower to all fold a branch for nothing. Want listen respectfully and him comply with the sound in the heart.
树影扶疏，芳菲满园，和风絮语，天高云淡，正是人间四月天。第一次与母校邂逅也是在这样的季节，这样的天气里。转眼三年将近，这三年里有多少千滋百味的声音！听——那燕子的呢喃，那鲜花瞬间的绽放，那雷雨肆虐的击打，还有我们莘莘学子心中的呐喊。幸福就是聆听这些声音，就是回味这些声音的感动。三年的尽头，我们又将面临对前方道路的抉择。不知道这一次，我于母校将是永恒的错过亦或是前缘的再续？没有人告诉我答案。我只知道要珍惜每一个机会。要花开堪折直须折，莫等花尽空折枝。要聆听并遵从自己内心深处的声音。
Have a kind of such voice, will take away me to all over 1000 hill 10 thousand water!
有这样一种声音，将带我走遍千山万水！(文/罗婧雯)