1945年,大约9至10岁的时候,我偶尔随母亲和继父巡演,初次观赏到他们的表演。我记得自己对剧院的魅力充满了敬畏:丝绒的幕布、明亮的灯光,穿着锦缎长袍的母亲坐在钢琴前,肤如凝脂、美丽动人。我坐在戏院楼厅第一排观看他们的表演,如痴如醉。后来,我被带到了后台,不禁为它洞穴般的深邃和凌乱不堪而惊奇不已:舞台上方是那么高,景片又是那么的巨大!还有那气味,灯罩上黄红的滤色胶片,油漆和化妆品,油脂和汗水,大幕布上厚实的尘土,滴落的油漆,肮脏而满布疮 In 1945, about 9 to 10 years old, I occasionally tour with my mother and stepfather, first saw their performance. I remember myself awed by the charm of the theater: velvet curtains, bright lights and a mother in a damask robe sat in front of the piano, with creamy, beautiful skin. I sat in the first row of the theater building watching their performances, mesmerizing. Later, I was taken to the backstage and amazed at the depth and clutter of its cave: the top of the stage was so tall that the sights were so huge! And the smell, the yellow-red filter on the shade, Paint and cosmetics, grease and sweat, thick dust on the curtain, dripping paint, dirty and sore