I didn't know much about Anyang before I came here, but I was told that I would spend the next two weeks here, and I was somewhat worried. After all, I was in a new environment with tasks. I wanted to do some raiders online, but I didn't think it was of much use until I got there.

The teaching arrangement of the school in the next two weeks is internship, which requires us to make a documentary about Anyang culture. Yin Ruins, Hongqi Canal, Literature Museum, Daokou Roast Chicken, Rice Noodles ... When it comes to Anyang culture, most people's first reaction is probably these words, so the college decided these topics for our documentary. However, I don't think this is a better plan. Although these things are the most representative cultural content of Anyang, they cannot be equated with Anyang culture. The so-called "culture" must involve people. A culture without people's participation is not called culture. The cold museum can't attract more Anyang people to love it. It's just that when people talk about the city of Anyang, they regard it as a label. As for the cultural connotation beyond this, there are very few. Such a documentary film may be more like a tourist propaganda film, but the real Anyang people's culture is difficult to reflect. Moreover, with the technology and equipment of our poor students, even if the film is taken well, it is impossible to shoot experienced and advanced TV professional producers. Moreover, more than one person has already filmed documentaries about these places or things, so it is difficult to achieve the effect required by the college according to such a routine. So, I want to try to discover the real culture of Anyang people through other things. After four years of college, the city has gradually changed from unfamiliar to familiar. I can strongly feel the feeling brought by this city, but let me tell you a thing or two, but I don't know where to start. These two days, I didn't make any progress, just kept running to the city, and sometimes even deliberately walked instead of taking a bus, in order to appreciate the unique atmosphere of the city as much as possible. As soon as I close my eyes every night, I will ask myself in my heart what this feeling is like. I don't know if my feeling is right, but as far as I am concerned, the strongest feeling that this city brings me is a kind of heavy, heavy people and heavy culture.

One side of the soil and water support one side of the people. Anyang is located in the plain, and the people of Anyang are as comfortable and optimistic as the name of the city. In my impression, Anyang people are not so bold and unrestrained compared with the vast and desolate northwest; Compared with the prosperous and noble Tianjin, it is not so elegant; Compared with fertile and plump Shandong, it is not so thick; Compared with the south where the mountains are green and the waters are beautiful, it is not so delicate. However, Anyang people have the boldness of northwest people, the elegance of Tianjin people, the brawniness of Shandong people and the comeliness of southerners, as if no characteristics were his greatest characteristics. There are characteristics everywhere, but they are not prominent anywhere, and there is no sense of existence, but they are everywhere. The ordinary can no longer be ordinary, but it is because of the ordinary that it is more heavy.

I don't know why, among the Anyang people I have come into contact with, there is always a feeling that the image of an aunt is more existential, but men give me little impression. If the image of the aunt in Anyang is more concrete, it will give me the impression that she has big breasts and fat buttocks. If it is outlined with simple lines, I am afraid it will be drawn like a map of Shanxi Province. It looks a bit dull, but it is by no means as thin as Xianglin's. It seems a bit clumsy to act, but there is a stubborn and carefree optimism in his bones.

I once met an old lady on the same bus on my way to Taihang Mountain. She is holding her young grandson in one hand and carrying a knitting basket and a big bag in the other. The bumpy mountain road made the young grandson unable to stand it and cried loudly. There was such a crying on such a crowded bus, and the aunt began to coax her grandson in a hurry. As a result, her grandson was still crying. The aunt looked up at the crowd around her, smiled shyly, and then began to coax her grandson. She doesn't get angry or give up, so she goes on and on, coaxing her grandson, smiling at the people around her, and then coming back to reason with her grandson. While comforting Sun Sun, he pointed to the people around him and said to Sun Sun, "Look at so many people watching, others will think you are noisy." Say that finish and sigh with emotion to "ouch! I won't let you come, but you insist on coming with grandma. I will never bring you here again, let your parents take you. " I sat opposite my aunt. Seeing that she couldn't help her grandchildren, I took a lollipop from my schoolbag and gave it to her grandchildren. After that, although I didn't quite understand Linzhou dialect, I vaguely understood the aunt's simple and sincere thanks. "Ah, you are rich!" Look at what this uncle gave you to eat, haha ... Uncle gave his grandson a candy to eat. " While smiling at the grandson, he made a gesture of putting his hands together in a conditioned way. This is what I didn't expect. The "Chinese expression" of an ordinary rural mother, or ordinary rural elderly, deeply shocked me. I never thought that my little gift could be exchanged for a reward that I felt so unaffordable. What a clumsy, sincere and simple way! How natural and simple this casual language and action is, isn't it a heavy feeling?

Another time, on my long-distance bus back to Shanxi, I met an old lady who was visiting relatives in Shanxi. Aunt has never been to Shanxi, but this time she is alone, with a bag on her arm and an old mobile phone in her hand to take a bus to a strange Shanxi. There called to ask where the aunt had gone. Aunt replied, "I don't know, I'm afraid this has arrived in Shui Ye.". At this time, the people in the car laughed, and the conductor told her that it had passed Linzhou and was almost in Shanxi. So I guessed that this aunt should rarely travel far, at least she has never been to Shanxi. The bus has been gone for a while, but it's not too long for the whole journey. So, she chose a place in her cognition, the westernmost part of the world she knew, and the place closest to Shanxi in her cognition-Shui Ye. I smiled with others in a gregarious way, but there was a solidified respect in my heart. I don't know if I could go to a strange place alone like her when I was her age, but so far, at my present age, I'm afraid I haven't done that. We may be worried because we know there are difficulties, but we are not afraid of them because we know there are difficulties, so we can meet them. But for these aunts in Anyang, they simply don't know what difficulties and concerns are. How self-reliant and open-minded!

During my stay in Anyang, what I feel is that whenever the Chinese New Year is a holiday, it is the aunt who goes up to the mountain to pray for Buddha and pray for the safety of her family; It is the aunt who takes the child to carry the parcel and squeeze the bus back to the hometown; Buying snacks for Sun Sun in the park is an aunt holding Sun Sun go to the opera; It is the aunt who goes to the streets to buy food and go home to cook; Even the aunts who sang Henan Opera in People's Park sang women like Mu Guiying and Mulan. There are businessmen from Anyang on the train from Beijing to Guangzhou, and migrant workers from Anyang on the bus back to Shanxi. Only in Anyang, I have never felt the purity of other roles-at least not as impressed as Aunt Anyang. Perhaps it is because Anyang, like many cities in Henan Province, exports labor services all over the country. You can meet Anyang people everywhere, but in Anyang, you only leave an aunt. Only on their own, perhaps formally because of this, Anyang's aunt will practice a kind of ordinary and extraordinary bones. Land, countryside and auntie, so I unconsciously fused these three words together, forming such a feeling-massiness. I'm thinking, thanks to the fact that the aunt in Anyang has big breasts and fat buttocks, how can she support this overly heavy city if she is as thin-footed as Sister Xianglin? Fortunately, the aunt in Anyang is clumsy and wooden. If not, who can bear the weight patiently and willingly? This clumsy and wooden breasts and fat buttocks is the heavy feeling of Anyang city.

Anyang people give me a heavy feeling, and naturally her culture is heavy. The richness of culture is reflected in its long-standing sense of history, but the sense of history is by no means a pile of dead bones in Yin Ruins, and the sense of history comes from a living inheritance. One of my knowledgeable teachers once said in his lecture that he would never show off his knowledge respectfully in front of three kinds of people, one is a calligrapher, the other is a player, and the other is an old Chinese doctor. They know more than you do. Talking about knowledge with them is playing with a broadsword in front of Guan Gong. If you wander around the parks in Anyang, you will meet the first two kinds of people the most. Perhaps this is not accurate, because they are not calligraphers, but people who practice calligraphy in the park. They are not actors, but people who sing in the park. Officially, because they are not calligraphers or actors, they are just ordinary citizens who like calligraphy and Henan Opera, so they can better reflect this inheritance.

Perhaps it was Oracle Bone Inscriptions who first discovered it in Anyang, where people have special feelings for writing. There are people who can write Oracle Bone Inscriptions in every corner of Anyang, and this ancient text is engraved in every corner. The walls on both sides of the highway, big billboards with tourist signs, stone carvings in parks and school inscriptions are all traces of Oracle Bone Inscriptions. Professor Liu Ming, who is in our class, often writes us some Oracle Bone Inscriptions stories. Anyang people's sense of respect for Oracle Bone Inscriptions rose to an emotion for words, as if everyone could casually tell the source of one or two words. When we were practicing grinding hammers, an old master of machine tools told me the origin of the word "Jieshou" in his spare time. At that time, many Henan people were forcibly moved to Shanxi by the government. In order to prevent them from escaping, their hands were tied. When someone went to the toilet halfway, they had to ask someone to untie the tied rope for them, so the word "relieving oneself" came into being. I don't know if what he said is right, but ordinary old workers have such an understanding of writing. I was a little overjoyed at that time and felt that I was too frivolous.

In the park in Anyang, if you look with your eyes, you will find the calligraphy written in water on the ground, while if you listen with your ears, you can hear the sound of playing the bangzi and playing the huqin to sing Henan Opera. In the long corridor of People's Park, there will be a group of people singing opera and go to the opera every few steps. There is no organization, no agreement, as long as the strings are pulled, you can sing. Slowly, the clappers come, and this basic configuration is complete. Then more and more people will gather with go to the opera. Go to the opera's singers also went up to sing, and the singers also came down to listen. Whoever sings well will sing more. Who wants to sing, who wants to sing, who wants to sing, and who wants to sing according to his own voice conditions, there are not so many constraints. Well sung, everyone applauded, and there will always be a few old urchins stopping people from leaving, insisting on another song and finishing one song after another. Most of the people who come to go to the opera to sing opera are old people, and young people like me stand out in go to the opera there. These old people haven't learned how to sing opera, but they will if they listen more. When they can't get enough of it, they start singing. First, they sing with others, and then they can't help singing on stage. "The lack of singing, I don't know how to dance with my hands", I was excited to sing, and I didn't feel that I actually made gestures that I didn't even know I had learned. Although there is no agreement, they basically come every day, and the elderly want nothing but fun. The atmosphere here is good, and it also attracts professional singers to sing operas for free in their spare time. Compared with commercial performances, those actors are more serious and emotional about this casual singing. I don't like to listen to plays, and I don't understand them, but I listened to them unconsciously all afternoon. I just like the atmosphere, and I like the heavy feeling of singing opera, go to the opera people and Henan Opera itself. I randomly asked an old opera singer who came off the stage and asked him where there were operas in Anyang. He said that the opera sung here is Henan Opera, and when it comes to local operas, there is a kind of singing called "Luoziqiang" which is unique to Anyang. Interestingly, this "Luozi tune" is characterized by multiple family themes and bass. Family theme and bass, which unconsciously reminds me of the words ordinary and deep, isn't this a kind of massiness? Such a heavy thing is far richer than those empty city people, far more meaningful than those lonely pop music. What poor background, what false musical dreams and the stage for dreams to come true are far less than these ordinary old people, far less than this deep cavity and far less than the long corridor of the People's Park in these years. However, such a thick culture can only be circulated among the old people. In a chat with the old man, he said, "At that time, there were many young people in go to the opera. Nowadays, young people are busy with their careers, and there is no go to the opera. " "Busy with my career", I don't know whether this is the old man's praise or demotion. This deep answer seems to have both understanding and unacceptable feelings. When the old people were happy in the park, the younger generation put them down to pursue their dreams, but groaned all the way with their inner nothingness. When this uncle said this sentence, he was smiling and careless, but what he could say was a heavy sustenance and he didn't know where to put it.

"Huanshui Anyang is worthy of its name, and it was the imperial capital three thousand years ago", and there is a sense of history and weight here. However, modern society seems to have put a cover-up on this city. I can clearly feel the pulse of this city, I can hear the call of history, I can feel a heavy feeling from the depths of the ground, but I never love it, I never hate it, and I don't know what to say. I will come when I should come, and I will leave when I should leave. Although I can't see it clearly, I think this kind of massiness has already been integrated into this city and everyone in this city. After thinking for a long time, I think this is exactly what I can feel and what I want to capture, but how can these intangible things be captured? Forget it, don't disturb this comfortable and ancient city.