I am the most popular actor in the capital, and when I flutter my sleeves I always think of Miss Xie.
She once used a white jade hairpin to spread the begonias on my temples: "A Yuan, let's go see the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River."
That night when my house was ransacked, I hid under the pile of corpses holding my hairpin, and heard her cry for me and her voice became hoarse.
Now I am singing "The Peony Pavilion" on the stage, and the governor's wife is sitting under the stage.
The lovesickness knot I gave her was tied around her wrist, and her waist was being held gently by her husband.
When I sang "The original colors are in full bloom", my pipa string suddenly broke.
Amidst the applause of the whole house, her fingertips trembled and she knocked over the tea cup.
That night when the red hijab fell, she practiced smiling seventeen times in front of the bronze mirror.
Intention: Cherish the present