He looked at her, the dusk was sinking, and the afterglow of the setting sun flowed like gold from behind her onto the dark red Hetian carpet, making the pomegranate pattern shine brightly. The wind blew from behind her, lifting her clothes and sleeves, making them look elegant and unrestrained. She was alone, with perseverance shining in her eyes, and the sunset glowing all over the sky behind her.
"I don't sing opera to please anyone, I just put the feelings in my heart into rhythm and sing it tactfully. If someone can understand the meaning, it would be great. If you don't understand the meaning, it doesn't matter. Originally, drama is like life, and life is like drama. The people in the audience are actually actors, but I am a bystander who comes and goes without concern."