"Silk Play" is an ancient style single written by Vagary and sung by Yinlin and Aki Ajie, which was released in 2015. The song tells a story of love by depicting the companionship and parting between the puppet and the puppet who has been involved all his life. This story will continue to be quoted in this volume, and may be slightly modified, but in the spirit of respecting the original work, the main story will not change, and only the scenes related to Chunfeng Ji will be added.

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Yu Shao can see ghosts, taste the puppet in the snow night no temple every mention of the puppet, the crane hair is ragged, only a puppet is extremely fine, like a lady, painted beads and tears, provoking pity. When Yuntong was crazy, the two of them were side by side to the fire, Weng said to himself: When he was young, he was good at watching the silk play, and he was delayed in the skills of the panling puppet, and he was older, and his ambition was stronger, so he took this as his business and enjoyed himself with things and people. However, he has been adrift all his life, living without a partner, and the only puppet puppet he is with. Weng and wept, Yu Wen explained, implored him to play the bell music, as a silk puppet show, acting on the three-foot red cotton, babbling, the puppet looked forward to Shenfei, although the makeup was sad and charming. At the end of the song, Weng hugged the puppet, made a little joy, and said angrily, saying: Life is down, all puppets are mistaken, the weather is cold, winter clothes are difficult to place, and it is better to burn it if you are so poor. Then he angrily threw himself into the fire. I didn't reach it, and I sighed. Suddenly, I saw the puppet in the fire rise tactfully, bow goodbye, look like a living person, paint tears on the face, a smile bursts away, not in the bonfire. The fire is extinguished until dawn. Weng had an epiphany, hid his face and howled, saying: Warm, lonely.

Translations:

As a child I could see something unusual, something that no one else could see, and that's how it was when I saw the story, but I was young then — so young that everything could not be taken as a thing. Whether it's a ghost or a solo trip, I didn't think it mattered at that time, so I was blocked on the road, so there was a broken temple that could block the wind and snow.

It was on that snowy night that I met them in that temple. The old man who plays the puppet show, and his puppet. It was a strange feeling. The old man was in tattered clothes, old enough to be half of his body into the ground, and he didn't have anything of value with him, except for the puppet - the puppet was a delicate girl, the workmanship was too good, the delicate and bright as if it had just been depicted, the expression was lifelike, and there was a tear hanging in the corner of my eye, which made me feel ape, so I almost didn't reach out to pick it up. Naturally, I can't catch it.

Chance encounters are also fateful, there is nothing to do in the middle of the night and snow, I and the old man are chatting while roasting on a fire, and the conversation box is not closed as soon as it is opened, and I listen to him nagging for more than half an hour, and I have talked about the past to the bottom. Talking about how playful he was when he was a child, he couldn't hold back when he heard the bell, and knew that it was the puppet artist who played the silk puppet, so he ran to the small stage, and hooked the soul of the puppet show performed by puppets on the three-foot red cotton platform carpet, and when he was happy, he simply learned the puppet show. The family beat and scolded and scolded, and when he saw that he really couldn't stop, he had to let him go. just entered the industry and acted for a lifetime.

How many landscapes have you wandered, and those who sell art are all performers, except for the spirit of a free and wandering when you were young, what else can be left? has no home, no companion, and nothing left in his life, except for such a puppet who has accompanied him all his life. The old man cried before he finished speaking, and wiped his face with the sleeves of the patches, and he couldn't wipe it clean even if he rubbed it. I didn't know what to say, I coaxed him a few words, and simply begged the old man to show off his skills, but I didn't think of this trick, the old man blew his nose and stopped crying, and really gave me a play.

In fact, I don't understand the babbling and sadness in the play, but the puppets dancing with the bell music are shockingly beautiful, even if I know that it is just a gesture drawn out of the silk thread, it is also alive and makes people can't help but want to hold hands, and after watching it, people have to sigh: It's really worthy of acting for a lifetime. I said from the bottom of my heart: Old man, you are really worthy of acting for a lifetime. When the old man heard this, he also hugged the puppet and smiled, and after laughing, his face changed. For a lifetime, I have done such a thing in my life, I have lived like this, and I have trampled myself in this life. Who is to blame? It's not that this thing is to blame. He stared at the delicate puppet in his arms for a long time: the snow is heavy, the cotton clothes can't be prepared, this winter looks like it's going to be over, what else do you want to do? It's better to burn it - it can still warm your body. Before I could come back to my senses, the old man raised his hand, and the puppet went into the fire. I couldn't stop it, I couldn't say anything, and I only had one sentence left in my head.

Then that scene, I will never forget in my life, the firelight licked the puppet and a beautiful dancing sleeve song shirt, burning the delicate bones carved from basswood, and burning out a beep sound. At that moment, it suddenly moved, and a bone rolled over and rose, bowing down leisurely like a living person, and making a gesture to the old man with dignity and charm. It raised its tearful face, smiled suddenly, and shattered into charcoal ash with a click.

The fire burned for a long time and was warm, and there was not much firewood, but the fire did not get cold until the light of day. I tried my best to warm up for once. I was warm for so once, and I was lonely for a lifetime. To this day, I still remember the old man crying loudly, howling like the child who was stopped by his father and mother and was not allowed to watch the puppet show.

The content of the song

Yinlin: How to match who laughs at who is beautiful and has no heart

The bell rings crisply, and the lights between the curtains are faint

You and I are the most natural pair

Without you, it is the original sin, and without the heart, it is a good match

You are ragged, I paint, and walk side by side over the mountains and water

You are haggard, and I will shine for you

It was you who kissed the pen and ink and stained the tears in the corners of my eyes

Acting clutch meets sorrow and joy for whom

They misunderstood me in a roundabout way, but I was only at your disposal

Ask what could be more perfect in the world?

Aki: The orchid fingers are like water

The three-foot red platform is all about singing

Singing goodbye for a long time, sadness is not sadness, and the very red place turns to ashes

May whoever remembers the best years of whom

Yinlin: As soon as you lead me, dance like flying, and you lead me to understand how to advance and retreat

Bitterness and joy are followed, and gestures are not violated

Transform humility and gentleness into absoluteness

You are wrong, I refuse to understand you, I am ignorant

How can the heart fire be willing to raise the soup to stop boiling

I have not withered when you are dry, and I dare not be tired if you are tired

What to warm you a thousand years old

Aki: The wind and snow are vaguely autumn and the tail of white hair

The lights frown your brow

If you give up a tear, if you get old, I can accompany you

The smoke is also perfect in the dust

The wind and snow are vague and the end of the white hair is in autumn

The lights frown your brow

If you give up a tear, if you get old, I can accompany you

The smoke is also perfect in the dust