Those opera lyrics in ancient styles that amazed the time
Those opera lyrics in the ancient style that amazed time
The love of the peach blossom fan blooms for a lifetime, the mandarin ducks come to the beach and the three rivers come, and the peony pavilion is on the Sansheng Road and the Zhuzi Hall is back in the four seasons. ——"The Peony Pavilion".
It turns out that the colorful flowers are blooming all over the broken wells and ruins, and the beautiful scenery in the good time is a pleasure. Whose house is it? Flying in the morning and evening, the clouds are rolling in the green clouds, the rain is falling, the smoke is painting the boat, and the people are so beautiful. It seems like this time is cheap. ——"The Peony Pavilion".
It is easy for people to grow old and have many things to hinder their dreams. It is difficult to have deep feelings and only half a wall of the setting sun. ——"The Peony Pavilion".
The stream of arrows is tight and the cicadas are noisy in the willow forest. The fragrance of lotus ponds is fragrant, and the light clothes and cool hats are walking to the waterside. People are sleepy. The west window is frightened and the rain all night disappears again in the north. The moss of Wutong Courtyard and Anvil Village is The chattering of insects is unbearable, and the locust tree leaves all over the road outside the palace are covered with idle sticks. ——"Peach Blossom Fan".
Looking at the spring without seeing it, I think of the pictures of the Han Palace. The ashes are floating in the wind, and the players on the chess and scales are scattered. It is difficult to distinguish between black and white. The ancient temple king of the Southern Dynasties is buried in the ruins of flowers and willows on the river. No one has seen the smoke and has fainted to build bullets and cymbals. Who cares, the yellow dust turns red and the sun rolls, a poem will sink. ——"Peach Blossom Fan".
The first line of the Yangtze River, Wutou, Chutou, and the end of the road, all belong to other surnames. The rain turns to clouds and turns into cold waves. Everything is empty and smoke, and the sound of Jinghun is far away from the sea and the sky. ——"Peach Blossom Fan".
Spring is beautiful and sultry, the flowers are like a fan, the wind is like a fan, and the willow smoke forms a formation, and you can't tell the purple road of red dust wherever you pass. ——"The Palace of Eternal Life".
The mountain is calm, the breeze is light, the day is shining, and the fire clouds are tall and clear in the corner of the hall. The purple air comes from the east to the Yao Pond and to the west, looking at the graceful bluebirds descending in front of the court. The wind is bright and the sun shines brightly, and the leaves on the steps are not bright, shaking the splendid feast. At the beginning of the day, Nanshan Mountain reflected the clouds in the distance. ——"The Palace of Eternal Life".
I can’t sing all the dreams of rise and fall, and I can’t play all the sad sighs. Daguli is full of desolation. ——"The Palace of Eternal Life".
The flowers and shadows on the pink wall are heavy, the curtains are rolled up in the lotus water palace, the wind holds the harp and plays the piano to the moonlight, and the fragrant gold is moving in the Penglai palace. ——"The Story of the Hosta".
The moon is bright, the clouds are light, the dew is thick, the pillow is full of sorrow, listening to the cicadas on the four walls, the jade poems of the Autumn and Song dynasties hurt the west wind, and the fallen leaves are frightening and crippled in dreams, and I walk leisurely in the dust and count the falling red. ——"The Hairpin".
I just want it to be easy to say goodbye but difficult to say goodbye. Look at the clear blue sky that bids farewell to the pedestrians on the river at night. How much you will know after being drunk and rejoicing last night. Today, there are thousands of sorrows and separations. ——"The Story of the Hosta".
Sigh that life is like flowers and plants that bloom in spring and summer, but wait for the autumn wind to wither day by day. ——"Let Xuzhou".
The pear blossoms bloom in the spring and bring rain, and the pear blossoms fall into the mud in the spring. In this life, I only go to one person to know his king's love. ——"Ode to Pear Blossom".
I had known that human kindness was thinner than paper. I regret keeping the poem handkerchief until now. All kinds of kindness have been extinguished, and only a cold moon shines on the poem track. ——"Dream of Red Mansions".
I remember comparing it to two pairs of mandarin ducks, and remembering that the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl meet the magpies on the bridge. ——"Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai".
The sky is blue and the flowers are yellow, the west wind is strong and the geese are flying south. Whoever comes in the morning and is drunk in the frost forest will always leave in tears. ——"The Romance of the West Chamber".
This is what is unpredictable in this life. I don’t want to be reunited in the government. Looking back at the prosperity is like a dream, and the rest of my life is just a blur. ——"Suolin Bag".
The eaves of the bodhi tree are covered with grape blossoms, white parrots and fairy birds are flying up and down in Lingyan Shenxian, and the green willow branches and wine are dewed on the three stems, as if I scattered the sky and the flowers fell in all directions. ——"The Goddess Scatters Flowers".
My favorite is the West Lake in February, when peach blossoms bring rain and willow trees grow smoke. I have been able to cultivate in the same boat for ten lifetimes and sleep on my pillow for hundreds of lifetimes. ——"The Legend of White Snake".
In a dream, people are old and have withered cardamom. There are no mirages in this world. ——"Six Chapters of a Floating Life".
My heart is full of leisure and melancholy. When spring comes and the flowers fade, I have eyebrow marks. ——"The Story of the Hosta·Qin Tiao)".
The mandarin ducks on the water and the emeralds in the clouds look at each other day and night, and there is no regret in life. It is a metaphor for the mountains and rivers. The sun and the moon are born in the same quilt and in the same acupuncture point. ——"The Story of Purple Hairpin".
The Han soldiers have captured the territory, and there are songs of distress from all directions. The king is exhausted, and how can I live with my humble concubine? ——"Farewell My Concubine".