The New York Art Museum exhibited a bunch of "garbage" of 71 -year -old Chinese lady. How many people were crying?

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In 2009, the Modern Art Museum in New York ushered in the first large -scale Chinese contemporary art.

The artwork called "Things Trimous" was placed in the central hall of the art museum, attracting thousands of audiences from all over the world to stop and watch.

Here are more than 10,000 items accumulated by ordinary Chinese women in half of their lives.

For an audience who occasionally meets "Things", the perception of this work is not so comfortable.

"A lot of casual debris, overlapping, overwhelming, full of every corner of thousands of square meters of exhibition halls."

Hundreds of non -set of pots and spoons and other kitchen utensils; toys discarded by children; rows of toothpaste tube skin; various bottles and cans; fossil -like laundry soap; Chinese medicine that has accumulated like mountains And western medicine ...

The extension and crowds brought by the overwhelming debris make people even feel dizziness and suffocation.

It can be said that this is a bunch of "waste products" that are not interested in vendors who collect old goods, but countless people shed tears in front of this "garbage".

As the owner of these objects, Ms. Zhao Xiangyuan said: "These items are not specimens, but lived. The years have left us many traces, but the years have also brought many things. To continue their lives. "

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Most people may feel this way.

The older generation seems to be a little "hoarding".

The bottle cans that are used up, plastic bags with east -west things, fragmented cloth heads, broken clothes that cannot be worn, all kinds of packaging boxes ... they are collected carefully by them, and they are stacked at home: " What if it is useful one day? "

The trash in many people's eyes is the most authentic sense of security for the older generation who has experienced poverty, as is Zhao Xiangyuan.

Born in 1938, Zhao Xiangyuan came all the way from war, turbulence, and poverty.

At the age of 15, his father was arrested for his former officer's identity. The original calm and beautiful family suddenly changed. Everything that could be sold in the family was sold. Yunmu films, paste pockets ... earned meager living expenses and rent.

"When the sugar workers are wrapped, 1 pound of sugar is given to 2 cents on handicraft."

Such stitches and lines, sewing the broken life tightly, and continued to move forward.

From that time, Zhao Xiangyuan has developed a habit of frugality. Fackage is also the way of survival of the poor family of that era. Otherwise, how to live?

The home no longer buys new clothes, constantly dyed, constantly replenishing, and changing the remaining zero of the clothes is also properly preserved.

She held a whole piece with a cloth ticket, but she only needed to cloth, because she bought a cloth head, each piece could save a half -foot cloth ticket, and it could save 2 saved money. The cabinet was full of scattered cloth.

There are usually slightly longer lines, and they must be left rolled up, waiting to be used to tie things.

The pot is broken, and it can be used again with a tape.

In the exhibition, there are a bunch of soaps that have become "fossils".

In the age when buying everything, soap is also a shortage of supplies. Each time the soap is used to use the last little head, Zhao Xiangyuan will be softened and put it on the big soap. Calculate.

Later, some male colleagues in the unit washed less clothes, so she gave Zhao Xiangyuan the ticket to buy soap, and she bought it and put it up.

"I'm afraid that my child will be like me when I grow up in the future. I worry about soap every month. I want to leave them when they get married. I didn't expect them to use it at all, and now I use a washing machine."

At that time, people made their efforts to save it for the time being, but they might be "useful".

The tattered in our eyes used to be what they wanted to get.

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In the era of washing machines, Zhao Xiangyuan's laundry soap that had accumulated for more than ten years was useless, but: "I can't bear to throw it."

Many old things have obviously lost its use value, but she is still reluctant to throw away.

There is her story hidden, her life.

There was a duck pill in the quilt at the bottom of the box, which was deliberately bought for her daughter when Zhao Xiangyuan's mother was sick. Before the death, the mother's weak body could not bear the weight of the quilt, and Zhao Xiangyuan and her husband were covered with duck down to her mother.

"We covered her many times, and she took out the weak hand to pull the quilt to the ground. She was thinking: After she covered it, I couldn't build it anymore. After the death, I couldn't bear to cover it, only to treasure it, and seeing these warmth inner warmth. "

Zhao Xiangyuan's father -in -law likes to raise flowers.

At that time, there were flowers and trees he had raised in the yard at the family, osmanthus in autumn, plums in winter, and chip pendulums that were often opened in the four seasons ... the neighbors and children around them loved this garden.

Some of the flower pots are processed by the father -in -law's own white iron, and some are flower pots made of iron molds developed by her husband Shiping.

After the death of the father -in -law, the flowers in the flower pot also went one after another, and Shiping used these flower pots to change the rose and jasmine. "I know he is thinking about my father -in -law, but he never said."

Later, Shiping also left, and only Xiangyuan took care of the flowers.

"But I always take care of my thoughtfulness and feel sorry for Shiping. Some of them are really not raised, and even some flowers and trees have died. I cried for this but there was no way."

Although people are gone, many flowers are gone, but even those flower pots, even broken and broken, Zhao Xiangyuan is reluctant to throw.

Suddenly, the husband Shiping, who accompanied his life, was a great blow for Zhao Xiangyuan.

In front of the children, she never showed much sadness, but soon the children discovered that she almost buried herself in the accumulated old things.

She lives alone in the unit room, almost stuck everything, and the house is stacked with useless things. Regardless of whether her children persuade or blame, she still reluctant to throw away any old things.

It seems that only in the surround of those old objects can we feel safe and warm, and feel the comfort of life.

That row of old chairs was bought back at a low price at a low price. One of the chairs was later used, and Shiping fixed it with iron wire first.

It was originally thrown away, but after the death of Shiping later, I thought it was bought by Shiping. After Shiping repair, I couldn't bear it again.

Some old things made her smile, and others brought her sharp pain.

Shiping did not finish the medicine, and it was retained by her.

When he was alone, he looked at these medicines and thought of taking these medicines home with hope, but eventually failed to keep her husband's life, how much pain should be.

She used her own things -and the family memory they carried -created a "cocoon" for herself, and found the reasons for continuing life in it.

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In order to help his mother liberate from the "cocoon", Song Dong, the son of the artist, wants to hold an exhibition.

By showing these old things and the stories of these old things, she slowly cure her mother's pathological attachment to "past", hoping to allow her to connect with others and continue her current life.

"Things to use", which was born.

In 2005, Song Dong used his mother Zhao Xiangyuan to be reluctant to throw more than 10,000 old objects, and Zhao Xiangyuan sat on the old sofa moved at home to tell the story hidden in the old thing.

Her story, husband's story.

The story of this family, the story of that era.

The shape of the invitation is designed as an aluminum key, and Song Dong hopes that this exhibition will become a key to open the mother's mind.

The record of the exhibition is made into a hukou book, and the reality of a family is fully presented to the audience.

Watching this exhibition is a dialogue with a family.

On the window of the exhibition, a neon text was lit 24 hours, which was written to the father who had left his father: "Dad, don't worry! We and mom are very good."

"For me, the most important audience is my father and mother, so whether the audience who came to visit notice is not important ... This sentence is a comfort to my mother, and it is also to me Father's comfort. "

In the sharing again and again, Zhao Xiangyuan also seemed to find a release of the release through the exhibition, and a long -lost relaxed smile raised on his face.

Among these old things, we see the changes of a family and the life of the most ordinary women in China.

As a son, a wife, and a mother.

There is also the story of "Zhao Xiangyuan" who is drowned by these identities.

Many people who watch the exhibition also read the story of their elders through this exhibition.

Things that may be garbage for others, but carry a period of time and memory in another person's life.

A person who watched the exhibition was silent for a long time after watching it. For a long time, she did not understand and could not accept the habit of accumulating items for her mother. She thought it was all garbage.

Moving many times, under her own requirements: "Every time her mother has to damage a group of collections, her strategic reserves are getting less and less."

"I feel that she can understand her suddenly. When her mother gave up a bundle of binding binding binding heads, her mood and Li Qingzhao in the war lost a lot of gold and stone maps. She became fragile and felt difficult for her to resist the risk of life. "

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In the exhibition of "things to use", there are a bunch of one -time lunch box.

That was the tool for Zhao Xiangyuan to feed 22 stray cats in the community. She used to use a bowl before, and later she was lost or was broken by others. Go down.

The cats in the community knew this kind grandma. Sometimes Zhao Xiangyuan went to throw garbage at night, and a cat would come over.

"I know that they are hungry, sometimes I can't sleep, I remember that they are hungry, and I will cook them in the middle of the night.

But after Shiping left, she fed the cat but did not raise a cat: "I lost, sick, and died. I never want to be stimulated by these."

She is always habitually taking care of the fragile little life around her.

In 2009, she saw that a magpie was stuck on the tree in the yard, but couldn't get rid of it. She immediately took the ladder to rescue the magpie, but accidentally fell down.

When his son arrived, Zhao Xiangyuan was not able to speak, but his lips were still moving silently. The son knew that she was still worried about the magpie who was stuck on the tree.The magpie was later rescued and flew back to the blue sky again, but Zhao Xiangyuan closed his eyes forever in the hospital.

At the "Things Torchful" exhibition in 2010, there was no kind of kind old man who was in the memories of the memories.

But those old things have become the bearer of Zhao Xiangyuan's life and recalling her medium, telling every visitor to tell the story of the former ...

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