身在戏剧界,每感不如人,乃因从小缺少戏剧天分。时至今日,纵然给我“瞒天过海”胆,我也不敢打造“四岁红、五岁绿”的神话。说来可笑,我四五岁时候也曾随母亲看戏,那台上咿呀一唱,我眼前红绿模糊,色盲了,立刻睡倒在母亲怀里。当年的家乡是个几万人口的小县城。戏园是临时圈定的范围,有个简陋的出入口。戏台同样是临时搭就,碗口粗的竹子密匝匝捆在一起,就像江心宽敞的竹排,诱人上去戏水。戏园两厢照例灯火点点,煤油灯,还有豆油灯,发出昏黄且闪烁的光,那是小贩的摊担,叫卖芒果片、酸杨桃、甘草橄榄,叫卖水饺、粿条、 Living in the theater, each feeling is worse, because of lack of talent for drama. Even today, even if give me “hide in the sky ” gall, I also dare to create “four years old red, green five years old” myth. To be funny, when I was in my fourth or fifth year, I had watched the drama with my mother. On that stage, I sang and sang, my eyes were red and green, blurred, and immediately fell asleep in my mother’s arms. That year’s hometown is a small town of tens of thousands of people. The park is temporarily delineated range, there is a simple entrance. The stage is also the same as the temporary take on the bowl mouth thick bamboo dense turn round tied together, like the heart of a spacious bamboo row, seductive up the pool. As usual, the hatchback in the theater was lit by lights, with kerosene lamps and bean oil lamps emitting yellowish and flickering light. It was a peddler of hawkers selling mango slices, carambola, licorice olives, diced dumplings,