He is the Xie Yuhua on the stage, he is the Xie family's pawn Xie Yuchen. Doomed to his life will not be ordinary, but for the Xie family. No regrets.
When I was a teenager, I loved the frivolous words and frowned at the vibration of the flower drums
Learning that a neon dress and feathered clothes to follow in your footsteps
Jewels and jades sound the sound of the spring night tent warmth of the heroes and the beauty of the wrong
Which knows that there are too many words that are not true and too much innocence
Singing City Chaos is an empty cave of the world, and for the hegemony of the various competitions
Solutions of the words to solve the worry of the February red is inevitable, there is a negative
JiuMen Lonely floating lights and shadows and then look at the different paths
Yellow sand roaming through the people of the strangers is unchanged jianghu
Watch the flowers blossom and fall, fall out of the begonias such as the leaves of the cherry blossom dance
Watch the clouds roll in and out of the clouds, stretching the heart of the deserted a few inches
Outlook the mountains and flowing water, the acacia of a song of a few hesitation
View of the setting sun, the sunset after the light of the strangers paved the way
Solutions of language flowers, flower solutions, the language, and the flowers are not the same. The red makeup on the stage, off-stage play, life is like a play.
The wind has blown, the begonias have fallen, and the old garden looks east to see the dust fall, adding a few new graves.
You said that the solution to the family Yu Chen, the world without trace. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a pair of shoes and a pair of shoes that you can wear.
You said that the year hit the horse, the thorny road to fight for points. Later, the mountain nest mentioned, you do not ask.
You said the bad joke, careless. The first time I saw you, I was so upset, and I was so disappointed that I couldn't see you.
You said that a pen into the door, remember the youth of the wrong serious body. The first thing you need to do is to get rid of all the dust on the street, and then you have to think of half of the water.
You said the rain is pouring down, a shoulder to carry the soul. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
You said that the false face of the poor method, the death of the road a spell. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to do that, but I'm sure you're going to be able to do it," he said.
You said that the nine doors are not seen, the wind and clouds. Later, the spring wine is not yet finished, people have already dusk.
You said that the solution to the family floating, the old and new fall even more confused back to the wheel. Later, the empty tide of silent land, floating play than neighboring him slowly chanting.
His stage name deciphering flowers, who said that no one in several generations to decipher the language of flowers, flowers since the deciphering flowers do not know.
It's going to rain tonight, bleeding weather.
You say the deciphering family Yu Chen, standing in the world without a trace. I sigh the flow of the year to beat the horse, but only a piece of paper theater.
Solutions of the language of flowers, the language of flowers; the end of the song, backstage makeup removed, alone to see the building pavilion flowers.
Solutions of the rain ministers, unloading dust rain; people away from the rain fall, wine into the sadness, the only thought of naivety and innocence.
On the stage, it is the play in the theater, the playwright to solve the language flower.
The red makeup unloading, is finally the nine door to solve the House solution when the family.
I have heard that in the theater poetry three lines, outside the theater wine thousand goblets. And you've got a shoulder to carry, and a cold eye to look at the world.
I once heard that the water sleeves were raised on the stage, and the guests were cleared off the stage. And you sang the flower drums and lay down in the neon dress, and the song ended in tears and wet red makeup.
I have heard that the flowers bloomed in the garden, the flowers withered and the wine was cold. And you ignore the wind and moon field, sleepless nights and dusty nights.
I have heard that the moon is bright and the dust is forgotten, and the moon is falling to hide the sharpness. And you've got a lot of time on your hands, and you've got a lot of time on your hands, and you've got a lot of time on your hands.
Many years ago, I had heard that you have a hand of human warmth, a hand of the glory of the Nine Sectors can not be forgotten. And you ultimately don't young and frivolous, in exchange for this long-sleeved good name to move the world a dream.
After many years, I have heard that you sit alone in front of the court to see the dead wood full of walls, but also low-eyed smile and sigh time began to change. And on the stage you a costume final yellow, I was in the story hissing, can not change back to your original appearance.
The "flower"
Theatre
Self-deception
Makeup is hard to wash
Jade face is pretty
Falling flowers are independent
With all the ups and downs of the world, who is in charge of it
Step by step, crisis by yourself
Left to die, masters are all over the place
The lips of the Zhu Liqi sang the green clothes
Best of all. The childhood bamboo horse period
The na?ve playfulness is y hidden and not forgotten
Reunited by the shoulder, the gentleman no longer remembers
Re-encountered with a light smile
Innocence is only a child's play
Slightly raining against the wall
Begonia flower weeping
The wind again
Laughing
Theatrical
" The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a movie, and I was in the middle of a movie, and I was in the middle of a movie, and I was in the middle of a movie, and I was in the middle of a movie.
The world has a flower that speaks its language, but who can speak its language?
The world sighs at the flower that speaks the language, but I don't know for whom the flower speaks the language.
The flower that speaks the language of the night, the flower that speaks the language of the night, the flower that speaks the language of the day.
Don't complain that the flowers don't speak, there are already flowers that do.
There is no limit to the number of flowers that can be used.
Heze is the king and the rain is the subject, laughing and relieving the worries of the flower.
Solution of language for one person, a smile a pouring city.
The world has not heard of the flower to solve the language, all because they do not understand the meaning of it.
Xie Yuchen
His face is accustomed to a light smile
He wears a mask on his heart
He wears a robe on his body and moves around in other people's lives
He is Xie Yuchen, and also Xie Yuhua
Savvy and resolute is him, and he is the one who is responsible for the family
He is the one who is bathed in blood at a young age, and he is the one who doesn't talk about destiny
Remember, he is the Master of Flowers, not the Mother of Flowers
When you meet Wang Baqiu, just kill him and count me in.
There's such a thing as pressure, talk about it and it's gone.
He was used to solving the problems he encountered all by himself. He had defaulted to having no backup, no help, before he did what he did. He would not blame anyone for his own death. Nor would he blame himself for the deaths of others.
When you can only throw yourself at it, you can only throw yourself at it. If you hesitate, it means you actually have a way out, you just don't want to use it.
We, the Unraveling Family, never do anything without a second thought.
Shrinking to be beaten and hurting several times over turns out to be true!
Unraveling flowers, you are like the flourishing flowers.
And I accidentally lost you.
My smile, not happy, just accustomed
Treating the appearance of the deciduous flower, the second master said very clearly back then, in the ground to look like there is no meaning at all, in the world, the face is an IOU, how much you use this face borrowed, old age have to pay back. Of course, if he grows into a fat man like that, the second master will not say this. The fat man's face should be considered a bankruptcy liquidation list.
Three songs and three sighs of childhood songs
A song of parting and meeting again
Can the people on the stage remember
The flowers on the stage bloomed for another season
The wind and rain under the stage started a few times
Flower interpretations of the language and laughs at the spring winds to count the legends
Childhood promises and the scent of the flowers
Scattered in the old streets of the drums and gongs
The year's The costumes of those days are now yellowed
They have changed into what they are today
The old alleys have gone through the motions
The heavy glory is carried on one shoulder
Fear of losing one's heart and mind
Always saying that the laughter has been transformed into a wanderlust
Once I went to the mountains and leaned on the walls
It was a free-for-all to break the cloud
If I swung in the wind, I dared to be as high as a mountain
I went on the dangerous paths and went alone. I'm going to a dangerous place
An abyss and a mystery
Who can ask where the flowers bloom
Once there were gongs and drums and the scent of flowers
Which floated in the alleyway
Darkened old mansions and old times
One single branch blossomed lightly
It used to be a high mountain leaning on a precipitous rock
It was free even when it was breaking through clouds
It was free when the wind blew and dared to compare with the strange peaks
It was free when it was breaking through clouds.
The winds of the world are so strong that they dare to compete with the strange peaks
There are so many dangers in the world
There are so many mysteries in the world
Who can ask where the flowers bloom
Three songs, three sighs, three songs of childhood
A song of parting, and then meeting again
The motto of the family of the Xiejia family, he said, is to forsake the humanity of the family. He said he was not a good man for abandoning his companions for himself. But he almost died in a cemetery for his hairy friend after all. Perhaps he wasn't desperate enough.
He is the Xie Yuhua on the stage, and he is the head of the Xie family, Xie Yuchen. Doomed his life will not be ordinary, but for the Xie family. No regrets.
He always laughs, smiles, bad smiles and belly laughs. Just to no longer show the vulnerability of the Xie family head in front of others.
Flower language silence, his life, destined to walk through only him.
He is the king, from not what you know the arrogant queen, he will be poor mouth will be under the fight will not be arrogant will not be weak, he is the real king, the nine doors of this generation of the most promising children.
He spent ten years guarding the reunited hair, but ultimately not trusted. He spent a lifetime guarding the solution family, the end, still waiting for .........
He has always been an actor, on the stage a side of red make-up pouring the country, off-stage play all the absolute ruthless solution family in charge, only he can not act back to the childhood innocence.
The "Laughter Flower"
The winds of the pear garden are quiet, the jade curtains cover the face, but I heard that the old dynasty play.
Swinging the red candle shadow, the swallow in front of the hall, once resided under the gilded eaves.
The tea was sipped, and the red hands were wrapped lightly around the waist.
The song was sung around the beam, the water sleeves flowed into the clouds, and the smile was paid for the golden goblet.
This is the flower of the language, the world is difficult to meet again, nowhere to find traces.
It's like a dream, deep in the clouds, but you can see the dance in the palm of your hand.
Beauty is as beautiful as this, if you enter the picture, drunkenness forget to wake up intention.
Describing the Qin'e, the young man raised his eyes, half face makeup nick.
You buried a piece of begonia, tired of leaning on the west wind night has been dusk; you depict a Danfeng, water cut eyes fog cut clothes. Remember the red makeup, twisting a finger Zhu Rouge, your bright eyes flow of light, a hundred turns a thousand times, green silk three thousand, light sleeve Man Shimei. Yuejiao Pavilion, through the red corridor, that straight back in the hall is you; a cup of tea, a wisp of incense, that chair on the light is you. Do not see the theater dark singing low, you stand with your hands and a long smile; do not see the dress around the mess of the phoenix crown charm, you are decisive and resolute eyes convergence of the sharp. People say that the playwright has no intention of singing, not know the world, the young man has long been covered up the lightheartedness. Look back in the twilight, see all the half-life displacement. Under the blood-colored sunset, you are also real and unreal. It seems to be a folding flower drums whispering and singing, but also a dash of eyebrows and resolute spine. The begonias had been deciphered, sniffing a world of fragrance.
There is such a myth in the Xie family, and he is uninhibited and arrogant, and will carry the grudges of the Xie family.
The Xie family has such a myth, he red makeup like flowers, surplus spring marriage, the theater sings the answer to the death of the undying.
The Xie family has such a myth, he had a floating life and death dream, experienced the crescent moon hotel, four girls mountain, yinshan ancient building, and then the dream woke up, everything as before.
The Xie family has such a myth, he sang on the stage of the opera a section of the wind and moon of the wind and elegance, the opera there is an ink color attacked the body of the proud, after the singing is still light, there is no proud gangster, he is still a favor and disgrace of the solution of the householder.
Excuse me, I seem to have picked off your veins
You could achieve the same effect if you bathed in radar insecticide every day
If my vocal cords are broken, I won't be able to sing opera, and a lot of girls will be heartbroken
I can't get off the ground. To take a knife and kill an animal that is about the same shape as yourself, that's not something anyone can do
It's just a joke, your life must be very boring
Master, play with you
Life is a play, accompanied by your own tears on the stage, and listening to the cries of others to the curtain. Master Flower, you are on the stage singing who's sad and happy liver, who is on the stage listening to your joy and sadness pain in the heart. You are the one who walks into the mirror, silently looking at whose willows are blowing and less. He is the person outside the mirror, laughing, flower master, the end of the world.
He was too young to be naive, and he was no longer innocent. He hadn't had time to cry, so he learned to be strong. The first thing I've learned is that the world's most important thing is that it's not just about the people who are doing the work. He had not yet had time to wander, in order to grow up.
Xie Yuchen, the theater is merciless, the nine doors are not righteous, life is not by oneself.
You have heard the sound of flowers blossoming and falling, you have seen the Qingyi a dance to the city's stunning, you have experienced the pain of losing almost all of their loved ones, you can still easily laugh when the wind and rain attacked, you know, the world, there is a once eight years old to become a man.
Since the day he became the head of Xie, Xie Yuchen never thought about how long he would live.
My birth was a misfortune.
You say that the youngest third master of the Wu family has lost his naivety.
But didn't the innocence of the Xie family's youngest nine masters go out with the blood?
The head of the Xie family has lived a life of great splendor, and does not want to die with weeds spreading wildly before his grave.
Pink shirt black clothing a glance docking four eyes
See again has been waiting for you can not recognize press the phone screen
presented you that has not faded the old picture
forgotten promises of the dream of zero fall more than ten years of light Yin sink for the partition
bath of blood born against the wind to open far away from the world of the world outside of the dust
language human heart bias do not understand the inner monologue
and then no love
It's a good thing that I'm not a fan of the newest and the most popular of the newest and the most popular of the newest and the most popular of the newest.
There is no rain and no light
Even if the snow breaks the paper window
I still pray that I don't forget my childhood
--Solutions
The costume of that year has been yellowed, and replaced with his present-day touch.
I hope that Master Hua can always be free, do as he pleases, not bound by the family, the Nine Sect, and laugh at the winds and clouds off the stage
Xie Yuchen sighed: "Wu Qi, the nine masters of the Xie family will always be the little nine masters will not become the little Buddha."
I love so one person, he was also once innocent, but abandoned by the family's prosperity and grew up in intrigue and calculation. He had also been sincere to treat people, but because of the taste of betrayal abandoned, in the false face of the human heart after the desperate. Destiny is never in the body, he is Xie Yuchen, so he is so heartbreaking.
His youth is buried in the family's hook and line, he is speechless and independent, watching the world cool, although, he is still young.
Xie Yuchen, who became a member of the family at the age of 8, for him, his childhood is not memorable, or he has no childhood at all. When Xiu Xiu was still chattering about sugar gourds, he had already learned to check out the cats and dogs in the ledger, and when Wu Xie was still reading architecture at ease, he was already able to stand on his own and see through the evils of the human heart. How can he live up to the name of the leader of the family? He is tired, he is tired but what's the use, the Xie family has to rely on him alone to support, the vulnerability behind his strength, no one knows.
Flower is even more heartbreaking than Little Brother. Little Brother can at least forget, but Flower can only choose to remember, shrewd as he is, how can he allow himself to forget anything? The Xie family is his responsibility, but he also loves the Xie family, right? --Yuchen, Hua'er, let's go home. Not the Deciphering Family, our home.
Lao Jiu Men human feelings are thin
The old people forget each other like strangers
Face is easy to change to steal the years
Like a flower face
Unraveling who heart
Watch the curtain slowly fall
The play he he finally hand in hand
Watch the official playwrights ultimate look back
Who look
Inebriated people are more than the wine
He walked through the Yellow Springs Road
Some people are waiting at the mouth of the Naiho Bridge
Smile is still as gentle as in the old days
Look at the years
Round and back again
Solutions of the language flower
Pink shirt pink cell phone, hold up your handsome model; thin shoulders to support the glory of the nine doors; water sleeves, cloud dress, eyebrow make-up, sang not exhaustive Yu Ji Bu Bu Bu King The identity of the nine masters of the solution family man's role, but naihe, the delicate face has not retreated hegemony and appeared on the scene! You said that the family's tutelage, is to achieve the purpose to go forward, no matter how many sacrifices who will be injured; you said that there can not be friends, even if the thorns all over the body, but also accustomed to all the shoulder to carry; you said that all the flowers are silent only love begonia, proudly look at the wind and rain, no one can be understood from the fragrance; you said that this destiny of the gamble, there is always someone to carry the burden up, why is the person you ~
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If I had known my fate
If I had known my fate
I would have been destined for a different path
I'd like to ask you to bury me in the ground
When I revisit my memories, they'll be cold
It's still like it was in the old days
It's like the old days when he had no equal
If I'd forgotten about him
I'd like to see him in the old days when he was in the new town
If you're not sure if you want to be in the new town, you can't be in the new town.
When the show is over, no one will be able to remove the red makeup
The end of the song is long and winding, and the sound of prosperity under the costume
Madness, foolishness, anger and hurt, put on the voice to the end of the fun before closing the voice
Crowned by the name of whom the word skirt, then into the family of whom the love of the long time
When the temples of the begonias, wiped off the thick powder and ink makeup
Returning to the dust of the red and the colorful, no matter which is the most beautiful performance
The lights and shadows are trailing over the light clothes, behind the glory of the nine families
Painting a hundred kinds of faces, are not the real situation
It is uninhibited and wild, or laugh from the frustration
Covering the brow of the stoic hole to read the warmth and coolness of this coldness and coolness
Negative grudges of the previous chapter, to undertake the responsibility of this half of the life
It is the heart of the wind and snow service has not been changed in the square inch of the proud bones of the evening
The Mayfly to be a life of a short period of time, the glory of the order of the personnel is not always the same
Mayfly to be a life of short years, the order of the personnel is not always the same.
Outside the theater, I stepped on the blood light, wearing a straw raincoat in the autumn and close to the sea
Blurred the childhood, who's childish words
Climbing the cliffs, snowy mountains and clouds
Searching for the mystery of the tomb, through the strange danger of the ups and downs
One thought of death and life is like the battlefield can not be backed down
Passing the past is hidden in the deepest part, and the narrow road to the backward sword breaks through
Leave the remnants of the light through the back of the screen to shine on the The old costume
Now each of the departure, green eyes and cherish
Counting on the neon dress, but also sung to the red dust
Covering the brows of patience hole read this cold and hot
Negative grudges before the chapter, to undertake this half-life to bear
Is the heart of the wind and snow service has not been changed in the square inch of the proud bones of the evening
One thought of life and death, as the battlefield can not give way
To the past is hidden deep,
To the past is hidden.
In my impression, you have always been the cold-blooded and cold-hearted Xie Dangjia, the heartless playwright, from the appearance to the curtain. The pink shirt, the Tetris, the butterfly knife and stick, and the smile at the corner of your mouth, the slight narrowing of your eyes, the stern ruthlessness in your eyes with the gentlemanly elegance between your actions.
Ten years ago you said in the four girls mountain, solve the first rule of the family, any time first protect yourself. But when you wear heavy armor to turn back to save Wu Qi, I know, this move you went wrong. One wrong move, the whole plate falls.
Your heart is attached, you think of your family, think of childhood sweethearts, but the world can not have a double method? In the road to mix people, the head is strangled in the waistband of the pants to live, the heart has a hang-up, some of the pieces can not be used.
Wu Qi is a businessman, his business has Wu San Province for him to solicit, he just need to take care of in the antique store, to the plate mouth to lead the hot dragon ridge back, see the right person to sell, this section of the business road even if it is finished. But you are not the same, never the same, you are a businessman, all the business sources need you to use their own contacts to fight, you need to deal with countless people. Even though you will taste all the human feelings in the crowd, but when you need to be ruthless, especially when you need to be ruthless to your close people, you have much more concerns than Wu Qi.
You've never been a cold-blooded, cold-hearted person, I know that. I knew it from the first time I saw you in the book three years ago.
But I knew more than anything else that the Unraveling Family was the most important thing than your loved ones. That's why I can't believe, no matter which ending is presumed, that you would give up the Unraveling Family, this thing you've spent your whole life guarding. But maybe there is a possibility, if what you did was just a step in Wu Qi's chess game, if your sacrifice can make the Nine Sect completely whitewashed, then I know that this kind of twice the result with half the effort is definitely your first choice.
Until it's finished, I expect all endings, one way or another. Whether you really die in front of the bronze door with Fatty, whether you go to guard the door instead of Wu Qi, or whether you are safe and sound, I will accept it. It's just the difference between waiting ten years and waiting a lifetime.
I know you don't like the hustle and bustle, but I really regret that I didn't do anything before this, that I didn't give you just a word, that I even forgot how much I love you. But I have enough time to make up for it, I'm in no hurry, Master Flower, may you not forget your poise and style.
Remember a homoerotic text that says, may life treat him well and may he carry flowers in his lapel. The former in the first thirty-seven years of your life has been cool, the latter I will realize for you. I hold up a branch of flowers, just waiting for your lapel to return as promised, burn all the high candles to illuminate the red makeup, and then see you dance a water sleeve, pace a step lotus. Even if you are forgotten by everyone, there is always someone to keep a Xifu begonia for you.
2025.8.17, this is my decade alone.
#BlackFlower# There is a playwright in the world, with powdered face, hidden expression, hidden gaze. There is a fool in the world, the color of ink does not fall all day, can not see the eyes, can not see through the heartbreak. The begonias are no longer fragrant, the year's costume, peach blossom face, has not been removed. The corners of the mouth gently upward, laughing all over the world, under the mask, slightly cold. He is negative for a lifetime. He then also negative a lifetime.
#Black Flowers#
"The Deciphering Flower - Begonia Pity"
Ten years of long white snow, last night, the small building red makeup. The water sleeves are fluttering and the hairpin is ringing, the lotus steps are slow and the skirt is raised. The sound of a beautiful woman on the stage is melodious, and the smile of the returnees under the stage is flamboyant. The song is over, but it's hard to get back together again, leaving the playwrights in the dark and sad.
Ten years of unforgettable love, I once planted begonias with my husband. The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you. The green tent candle shadow broken bright moon, the silly child on the makeup with neon dress. The yellow paper on the lonely grave is burning with smoke, and the sound of blood crying is cold.
One dance to bury the love with the king, only for this life to understand the person. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was the first time I'd ever seen a kid in my life. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do about it, but I'm sure I'll be able to do about it," he said.
#Black Flower# The blind man gathered his coat and walked in. "Master Flower, long time no see." There was a silence. Under the sunglasses, it was impossible to see the blind man's eyes, and the corners of his mouth were still covered with a smile. "What, not a word is willing to speak with the blind man?" After a long time, Xie Yuchen replied in a low voice, "No." Then, there was another silence. Xie Yuchen raised his head in the shadows and looked at the deep sunglasses, "Blind man." He paused and said, "You make your own conclusion." Then, back into the darkness. The blind man was still smiling, seemingly a little brighter, and seemingly never changed. He took a step back and said, "Then, Master Xie. Mister Qi would like to thank you." The blind man turned his back, and after an instant of silence, he left without looking back. It was unknown how long had passed. Lowly, intermittent cries came out from where Xie Yuchen was standing. Xie Yuchen cried in a low voice: ''The blind man .... I... Am... Xie family .... Dangjia ...." Then, this is goodbye, from now on, no more black flowers. Begonia flowers, such as rain under the demon demon mirror flowers bright moon, Qingjian moon half round. Begonia first bloomed, flowers fall what day? Juanjuan clear shadow of the Prana early cold, leaning on the building to sigh lightly. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
The begonias are still there in my dream, and the rain in the old mansion is gradually leaking. The begonias bloomed and failed, but you no longer see your bleak and sorrowful brow.
Even if you love begonias, you can't beat the cold stare of black hair.
I just give you a skin, this mask in addition to wear in your face, but also need to wear in your heart.
Don't think that singing flower girl is a soft persimmon, you can just pinch.
Some people envy you dance up the sleeves of the ten thousand kinds of flavor, low eyebrow lifting the head of the peerless appearance. At this time he knows, that year you were eight years old, children of the same age in their parents' knees, you are in the theater on the Qingyi Wanxuan flower singing to mute, full of injuries to see the world.
Some people envy you smile and whisper the enchanting singing, nine days of neon dresses of the world of madness. At this time he knows, you take off the dress after a person resisted the glory of the nine doors, the cold winds blowing down the Begonia, can no longer love a by nature.
Some people envy you proud of the flawless beauty of the eyes lightly swinging, the corner of the lips slightly raised tenderness. At this time he knows, you use flesh and blood to support the death of the family, gorgeous makeup under the brake cold also vicissitudes of life, face fearless, laughing at death.
Eighteen years ago, that dressed in pink cheongsam gown ponytail lightly shook up the head of the second master pampered teenagers, now yellowed costumes, memories of the bleak, can no longer remember the initial look
Solution of the family in charge of the family, as the family of the family of the family of the solution to the death of the family of the family of the solution to the death of the family of the family of the death of the death of the family of the martyrs
You buried a piece of Begonia, weary of leaning on the west wind at night has been dusk; you depicted the phoenix a stroke of the water shear eyes and fog cut clothes. Remember the red makeup, twisting a finger of Zhu Rouge, your bright eyes streaming light, a hundred turns a thousand times, green silk three thousand, light sleeve Man Shimei. Yuejiao Pavilion, through the red corridor, that straight back in the hall is you; a cup of tea, a wisp of incense, that chair on the light is you. Do not see the theater dark singing low, you stand with your hands and a long smile; do not see the dress around the mess phoenix crown charm, you are decisive eyes convergence of the sharp. People say that the playwright has no intention of singing, not know the world, young people have long been covered up frivolous. Look back in the twilight, see all the half-life displacement. Under the blood-colored sunset, you are also real and unreal. It seems to be a folding flower drums whispering and singing, but also a dash of eyebrows and resolute spine. Begonia has been deciphered, sniffing a world of fragrance
I have heard that the theater poetry three lines, the theater outside the wine thousands of goblets. And you have a shoulder to carry the honor and disgrace, and the world is cool and cold eyes look.
I once heard that the water sleeves were raised on the stage, and the guests were cleared off the stage. And you sang the flower drums and lay down in neon dresses, and the song ended in tears and wet red makeup.
I have heard that the flowers bloomed in the garden, the flowers withered and the wine was cold. And you ignore the wind and moon field, sleepless nights and dusty nights.
I have heard that the moon is bright and the dust is forgotten, and the moon is falling to hide the sharpness. And you've got a lot of time on your hands, and you've got a lot of time on your hands, and you've got a lot of time on your hands.
Many years ago, I had heard that you have a hand of human warmth, a hand of the glory of the Nine Sectors can not be forgotten. And you ultimately don't young and frivolous, in exchange for this long-sleeved good name to move the world a dream.
After many years, I have heard that you sit alone in front of the court to see the dead wood full of walls, but also low-eyed smile and sigh time began to change. And the theater on the stage you a costume final yellow, I in the story of hissing, can not change back to your original appearance.
The moon in the sea is the moon in the sky, the person in front of me is the sweetheart. The heart is always the heart of the spectator, but the person is the person in the play.
I have a set of costumes on my body, and I am alone in carrying the nine doors of loneliness.
All by myself.