Due to my laziness, I did not write a copy, so I will give you an excerpt from it:
I slowly closed my eyes and brought my whole body into that emotion. A touch of sadness wrapped around my heart. My sleeves were flying, my waist was swaying lightly, and my lips and teeth were touching lightly, and I was singing in a low voice:
You put on the phoenix crown and rosy clothes, I will hide my eyebrows,
The bright red curtain opened an excerpt.
You are not playing yourself, but I am invested in my emotions,
The string-suo-huqin cannot escape the vulgarity of separation in life and death.
The excerpts are only a fraction of the whole play.
Usually the beginning and ending are not staged,
It just adds a kind of incomplete charm,
There is not so much resentment and dissatisfaction.
If everyone is an excerpt,
Leave the brightest part in other people's lives,
If the world loses the beauty of makeup,
Will there be an emotional performance?
If everyone is an excerpt,
Release your joy, sorrow and joy in the play,
If the world loses its colorful masks,
Will there be people who will miss and feel sorry for you?
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My voice is silky and soft, Shang Yuhuan's flute sound is entwining and gentle, our indescribable tacit understanding is tightly linked, my melancholy and indifferent pain harmonizes with Shang Yuhuan's blurry tune, spinning gently, like flying colorful butterflies. , The silk veil danced lightly with my spinning footsteps, and the waves of gauze were filled with holiness... Every time my eyes turned around, I would look at each other, touch lightly, and slowly separate, with a touch of nostalgia and a forced farewell.