A figure, hovering in the center of the stage, looked around, holding a knife and leading a horse, and the people around him got up and got up again. The big red carpet is laid on the floor, and the footsteps have passed, like water, light and elegant. Ten thousand kinds of customs and ten thousand kinds of flavors, like running water, drop into your eyes.

That's the Beijing Opera Blues in Beijing Opera.

I sometimes think: Beijing opera blues is nothing more than an ordinary person, who falls into his own drama and then has a big dream? I like the arrangement of these three words. Together, there is a mottled beauty, like the beauty under the moon and the shadow on the tree at noon. It is rare for beautiful women to dance and shake trees now. All blurred images are permanently separated from the dusty times and me, leaving only lonely people wandering in the empty mountains. So I had to write "Beijing Opera Blues" and watch the pen tip scrape on the paper, which was a representation of the romantic past.

I miss the old days. Because of nostalgia, I also look forward to the new, because of my young body, I also admire romance a little, under the guise of words.

The beautiful woman doesn't talk, but someone listens loudly. The blues of Beijing Opera is very imposing when he is still. Is he heroic or vicissitudes? Tired or helpless? Let your imagination take its course. In short, in my eyes, her somewhat masculine daughter is a blush that adorns the battlefield. Every time I write the word "Beijing Opera Blues", I always feel that I am full of soldiers and murderous. Soldiers of the Qin and Han dynasties, such as the helplessness of the overlord of the western Chu Dynasty; Song Liao's anger is like a young woman's cool and heroic. In a blink of an eye, everything vanished, the truth came out, history rolled back, and I curled up in a dark corner that I couldn't touch, leaving only the Beijing Opera blues in the center of the stage, talking in my mouth, and colorful brocade chicken feathers behind me, as gorgeous as peach blossoms in March.

Peach blossoms are on the branches, and Beijing opera blues are hidden in the sound of gongs and drums, or in the applause of the audience. Shaking his sleeves smartly, the phoenix eye is oblique, the arch eyebrows are blowing, his lips are pink and his face is full of endless gold and iron horses, and there are endless swords and shadows hidden in large-scale costumes. The red tassels of fireworks shake off into clouds of rosy clouds, rolling, jumping and sharp, making people stare more vivid and mysterious.

Why are you staring? See the figure of Beijing opera blues on the stage. Sitting in a mezzanine chair or box, there are gorgeous and bright voices faintly, some are noisy and some are quiet and ethereal. I like that kind of atmosphere, which belongs to the joy of this world. Being in it makes people happy.

Knife, you can only play the Kingoma Iron when you are with a horse. The blade of a knife and the iron hoof of a horse are real history and a legend of ups and downs. Any history can become a legend, but no legend can go down in history. History is a high-order classic in black, never compromising; Legend has it that the bread and water of ordinary people can be used at will. But with the passage of time, legends and history gradually merged into a good play on the stage of later generations. They are intertwined with Beijing Opera blues, and ethnic hatred and family hatred vanish. Only the chivalrous demeanor and tragic feelings of literati have been passed down from generation to generation.

On the stage, gongs and drums were loud. The beautiful appearance of Beijing opera blues gives a magnificent warm color to the story of cold sword. The audience applauded like a tide, the night outside the window was like ink, the back of a last-time dynasty, and a woman's firm eyes suddenly sang a song under the light, but all this could not be taken seriously. Stage play is not real life, but can only be used as a pastime after all. It is only as a pastime that drama has the elegant charm of flowers and plants. Elegant, but can't escape a funny sentence. The relationship between knife and horse is really interesting. Knife and horse thief are not one. Knife and horse quietly. Knives and horse thieves are heroes when they don't move, but horse thieves are robbers like rabbits when they move.

Heroes and robbers have all passed, and now there are only thieves and corrupt officials. Times have changed. My obsession with Beijing opera blues is not as profound as it was at the beginning, and the Beijing opera blues on the stage has just become an episode. The Beijing opera blues in the episode are Beijing opera blues, Beijing opera blues in memory, Beijing opera blues in illusion and Beijing opera blues that no longer exist.

When she was young, she stuck it on the wooden window, and BLACKPINK appeared, smiling, proud, passionate and tragic. Jinghu, Yueqin, Heizi, Dan Pigu, gongs and gongs are intertwined like rain, and everything is quietly closed. ...