正月十二上午九时半,我随着熙熙攘攘的赶会人流自胡集镇北首的高大牌坊下步入书会街。当时书会场内已有不少艺人在各自的摊位前弹弦摇板、击鼓开书了,从四乡八里赶来听书的男女老少也已是人山人海,涌动如潮了。我边走边漫无目的地运目四望,努力地搜寻着惹眼目标,同时更是竖直了耳朵辨听各处的动静——看光景,今年书会的规模比往年缩小了好多,但现场的热烈与火爆反而较以前有过之而无不及:唱“西河”的都扎成堆儿了,这边唱的是《穆桂英大破天门阵》,那边唱的是《梁红玉擂鼓战金兵》;这一边唱的是《罗成算 At half past nine on the first lunar month, I walked into Shueisi Street with the bustling rush of people from the tall archway north of Huji Town. At that time, many entertainers in the book fair had already played their strings in front of their stalls and started drumming books. Men, women and children alike who came to listen to books from all walks of life in Bali Township were already crowded and surging. As I walked aimlessly, I searched for eye-catching goals, and at the same time, I erect my ears and listened to what I saw throughout the year. Looking at the scene, the size of this year’s bookshop shrank a lot from previous years, The passion and hot but less than before: sing “West River ” are all tied up children, and here sing is “Mu Guiying breaking Tianmen array”, where singing is “Liang Hongyu beat Drum war Jinbing ”; this side is singing" Luo Cheng operator