Farewell Year

I am Yu Nian, an opera singer from Peking Opera House. After half a lifetime of ups and downs, I have always been dressed in green clothes and sleeves. On the stage, I sang all the joys and sorrows of Overlord Yu and Concubine, and I was left alone in the audience year after year. In troubled times, people are cold and cold. I have long been accustomed to living alone. I thought that I would be trapped on a stage for the rest of my life, and I would die alone with the lyrics, without any care or thoughts. Until Chi Yu came and shattered my decades of coldness. I didn't know that the powerful and decisive warlord general had remembered me for more than ten years. When he was young, the tenderness of a bunch of candied haws became his obsession that spanned time. That day when I was singing on the stage, he recognized me at a glance in the hustle and bustle of the hall. From then on, he traveled all over the world just to protect me. Everyone in the world says that actors are unfeeling, but Chi Yu was the only one who gave me all his tenderness and preference. Just one year, day and night, is the only sweetness in my life. He would call me Concubine Yu, watch the curtain fall on my stage, and allow me to live in peace for the rest of my life. He would give me a glimpse of gentleness and light for the first time in my barren and desolate life. I am greedy for this warmth, dreaming of peace and stability in troubled times, and staying with him every year. But there is no peace in troubled times, and family and country are more important than personal feelings. Wolf smoke was everywhere, and the mountains and rivers were swaying. He put on his armor and rushed to the north of the Great Wall, dedicating himself to the righteousness of his family and country. What finally arrived was a blood-stained letter from home. My overlord will remain in the beacon fire forever and will never come back again. I have wanted to leave with him several times and end this world without him. But there is always a fetter, the wind blocks me, the rope cuts off my path. I finally understand that it is he who cannot let me go. He died for his country, leaving me alone in this world. After that, the opera garden remained the same, and I still went on stage to sing, but there was no hope on the stage anymore, and there was no one to return to off the stage. Wearing the safety buckle he gave me, I guarded the empty pear orchard and guarded our short and tender memories. Year after year, spring and autumn, morning and evening. I spent the rest of my long life watching the four seasons of Peiping for my lost general. The mountains and rivers are safe, but the old friends will not return. In this life, I have sung the joys and sorrows of the world, but I can't sing enough of my longing for you. The rest of my life is long, with only one thought remaining, year after year, until death. Intention: Remember those famous anti-Japanese generals.