Nu shu should i say yes video

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With difficulty she managed to raise two sons. Her husband is no longer living, but on Tong-shan-ling Farm both her sons take turns making certain their mother is living comfortably and happily. Around a scholar from Beijing visited Ms. Yang and urged her to rekindle her old practice of writing nushu. Yang told me that around noontime she is often helping one of her sons with chores, but finds time now and then to enjoy writing nushu.

This account is also written up in my interviews of and that appear in Women's Script in China, Sanichi Shohou, In Ms. Yang was invited to attend the Women's Conference in Beijing.

My group - the Endo group - held a workshop there on the subject of problems involving Asian women and literacy. Yang was there and introduced nushu to those in attendance. She said that Beijing was an incredible city. Tian An Men Square, too, was incredible - and "we" Ms.

Yang and her attendants saw the body of Mao Zedong at the Memorial Hall. Mao, she would tell me, being China's "emperor" - was at the top. And she added the food was beautiful and tasty, too. In and when I visited her, Ms. Yang wrote out a song in nushu she sang in a cheerful healthy voice.

In I conducted a survey in Beijing. I requested He Yanxin and one other person who knew old songs quite well come up from the countryside to Beijing for some fact-finding. This was done because local governments tend to complicate things in the extreme - and a Chinese assistant advised me that having informants come to Bejing might be a good idea.

Yang before leaving. Pu Nianxian saw Ms. Yang at her son's Tong-shan-ling Farm. She reported that the youngest son had died and her condition had weakened and her hand so shaky after the tragedy that she could not write any longer.

She had also become senile, I was told. Well, old age comes when it comes - inevitable thing that it is - and I was compelled to resign myself to the circumstances.

I thought certainly when visiting Ms. Yang at her son's home at Tong-shan-ling Farm this 24 April that I'd be forcing things unreasonably by requesting she do some writing for me.

I therefore brought neither pen nor paper when I called. As I approached the son's home I saw a familiar soul walking toward the hills. As I caught up the woman smiled at me. She was fit and fully aware of her world - hardly what I'd consider senile. I was elated. What follows is a summary of the interview I had with her:. In December when her youngest son died, she was despondent and unable to do much of anything.

He had choked on something and was unable to breathe; when he lay down he was dead. Then in December of last year she fell and hurt her hip. That meant two months in bed. Now she is up and walking daily, though she hasn't a lot to do except eat and sleep because her daughter-in-law does everything for her.

There's no real need to do anything, though when she does move about she suffers from shortness of breath and severe heart palpitations. Since her son's death she hasn't gotten around to writing nushu.

She did show me a red cotton cloth with nushu written on it. It was something she'd written just before her son died and since then she hadn't felt much like writing anything more. But if I wanted her to write something, she said she'd do it. On 26 April I went back to Tong-shan-ling Farm to get what she'd written for me and to make a video of her as she wrote and sang. She showed me what she'd written the day before in a small notebook 12cm X 17cm. The characters were boldly written and showed no indication of having been executed by a shaking hand.

She told me it was a song of friendship and bonding among sisters. For the purpose of making the video I asked for more writing examples on new paper. Various types of paper were presented though they made for difficult writing as they had no lines - nor were the thicknesses of ball point and marking pens to my liking. After trying this and that I settled for ball point pen on what was left of the notebook paper from the day before. She held the pen between her thumb and middle finger with her index finger over it in the manner of writing with a calligraphic brush on rolled letter paper.

Without uttering a sound she'd write on the single page of notebook paper. Her hand did shake, but the writing didn't show it. See note 2. Then she sang as she viewed her finished work. Her voice was as clear and strong as it was the first time I heard it in It was the song of an year-old bride. The words expressed the loveliness of silver and gold attire held by an obi with an embroidered lion in front and silken scroll in the back.

The following is my interview with Ms. Why did you write this song? Well, because I like it. What do you like about it? This young woman marries a man she loves. He goes into town and becomes a local official.

Local officials become rich, so he returns with a lot of money. On the way he teases a young woman on the roadside who he fails to notice is his wife.

The woman sees this as something so shameful that she kills herself. The young bride is pitiful. I understand such a sentiment. That's why I like the song. You don't make songs by yourself anymore? Those songs I made I gave away. Mine was one sad life.