Yuanyang Opera was released on August 28th, 2002/KLOC-0, and included in the album Yuanyang Opera of the same name. Yuanyang Opera is a traditional classical dance drama in China, which tells the story between Bai Juyi, a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty, and his concubine Dong Xiaowan.
It is said that at that time, Dong Xiaowan visited Bai Juyi incognito, and they were drinking and enjoying flowers in the garden. They couldn't help acting a "Yuanyang Opera". Dressed in men's and women's clothes, they sang and scolded in the garden, and finally ended up hugging and making up. This story is full of love, interest and comedy effect, with unique form and various means of expression. It is regarded as one of the masterpieces of China's classical dance art.
The performance styles and forms of Yuanyang Opera in different regions and different troupes may be different, and the specific situation needs to be understood and appreciated in combination with local cultural traditions and artistic characteristics.
The lyrics are as follows:
The change of seasons throughout the year, the flowers under the bamboo fence.
The gentle wind just passed the season, as if it were still at home.
Letter from my hometown, who is asking about the return date?
Old people in pubs also have memories of being thin.
Who cares about the old love under the candlelight? Lovers outside the west window don't cry easily.
Raise your glasses. Who told Yue Ming that she was waiting for you in the distance, waiting for you to leave some notes?
Wait for you to play a few more songs, and then go back to your hometown.
When you put your title on the gold medal list, write three or five strokes on the inkstone.
Partridges sing in the ink, who knows this music.
Broken string is waiting for you, alas, little lover, don't worry.
I only wear tea for you in this life, and go to the branches after three rounds of drinking.
I have a long heart, my dear Mo You.
Spring has come, the building is covered with snow, and it won't keep raining.
You and I grow old together, who cares about the old love by candlelight?
Lovers outside the west window don't cry easily. Who will raise a glass to the moon and mention that she is waiting for you in the distance?
When you write more and play more.
When I return to my hometown, I will write three or five strokes on the inkstone.
Partridges sing in the ink, who knows this music.
Broken string is waiting for you, alas, little lover, don't worry.
I only wear tea for you in this life, and go to the branches after three rounds of drinking.
I have a long heart, my dear Mo You.
Spring has come, the building is covered with snow, and it won't keep raining.
You and I are both bald heads, alas, little lover, don't worry.
I only wear tea for you in this life, and go to the branches after three rounds of drinking.
I have a long heart, my dear Mo You.
Spring has come, the building is covered with snow, and it won't keep raining.
You and I are both white heads.