Original Peking Opera Script: Dream Broken Peony Pavilion - Upper Complete Version (3 in total - 1)

I remember one day, I had a dream!

In my dream, I saw the burning of the red fireworks in front of me, the nirvana and flight of the phoenix in the daytime, the debate and fight of countless court politicians, and the geese flying south and the flowers falling north······

After that, I pushed open the mottled wooden door, and the courtyard was full of weeds, and the fragrant smell was still falling, and when I went inside, I saw that in the still pedantic corner, the waiter who had been with the king was now teary-eyed, and the shabby clothes were all stunned on his body, and the dry firewood and grass of his house were still falling in that corner, making the waterless land extremely dry!

After that, I heard someone crying bitterly, the miserable cry has spread to every corner, the weather with the sadness of the mood and the original mood has lost its original mood, only the boundless cold wind blows into the hearts of people!

And the cry inside was even louder, I walked in, my heart was also sad because of this sad atmosphere, and then I went inside, but I heard the interlacing of the strings in the distance, he wanted to get closer, but there were countless painful entanglements in his heart that could not be pondered, probably after a long time, I stood in place, this gray wall and gray tile made my state of mind even more heavily gray, making people elusive, avoiding all this sadness, but I can't dodge, but I don't know how!

Then I saw a couple of iron-clad sergeants break in, their swords the color of ink at their waists, leading the man who was weeping on the dry wood to a darker corner in the distance.

I saw more soldiers in iron armor on the street, countless fortresses carved with dragons and phoenixes were like ripples on the water, there was nothing else on the street except those steel armor soldiers and those iron objects, the flood and swarming everywhere The sword scratched countless buildings, and the wind in front of me came with the sword, and it was still sharp!

It's been a long walk, but it's finally calmed down!

The scene in front is even more spectacular, the iron armor of the surrounding ironclad sergeants is no longer ink-colored, but has become golden, and the number of people here is even greater, boundless, in the middle, to be exact, in the middle, to be exact, there are countless pu fans shaking, divided into magnificent, that Luan Jia presents the most golden domineering, the king of the dragon robe is sitting in the middle, the anger on the dragon crown is like a sharp knife and blade to kill in all directions, countless armor soldiers hold their breath, watching the red robe wandering in the sky, the stage in front

On the stage is the red and green drama swaying in the wind, her phoenix crown is gorgeous and revealing the cruelty and beauty that cannot be described in words, her feet are like a feeling of thin ice, she dances her waist, seems to be tireless, she has been trying to maintain her remaining dignity, sleepless to maintain her joy and anger, slowly cutting her heart, but there is no feeling of pain, just walking forward, all the way is the sorrow and pain that only the cuckoo that cries blood, the thick wall that cannot be pierced in a whisper collapses in an instant, and the play will not care too much about the happiness and longing of ignorance, she only has this stage, her audience is actually not the king with countless wealth, let alone the slave of those kings who have been limited by fate, only she knows herself best, so her audience is only herself, her play is the most beautiful words that countless people can't say and torture:

Even more in the distant pavilion, the king left the fireworks that were originally given to her

In the middle of the night, the flowers have fallen, and the gentleman can think, she is a slave, guarding,

Half a life, with peanuts, her makeup is thick with the king's sword,

Year after year, Huazhi trembled casually, and waited for you for a few years

Tears followed the song, constantly staggered, and her Yanran gradually lost her virginity

Sometimes, it is not worth leaning on the pavilion made of bamboo flowers and plants

There are demons who record time and spring water

There are also lonely poems and helpless laughter in the vermilion wall??????

Time is in a hurry, that melancholy, how can I help the green pine

Suddenly the clouds and rain did not provoke the spring grass outside the city

A lonely Yu Yan is crimson, but she keeps her heart like love

But what is given is only calm, no turbulence, and no vicissitudes of life

She finally walked to the holy door and listened to the holy taunt

But it seems that you don't see her, and her dream is shattered in half

How can all this be a woman who became king by chance?

The plum heart is not full, as if there is no ice and snow

I don't like to believe it, and I don't know if I hear it

In front of the separate window is the remnant of tears and makeup

The majestic warrior and the general were beside the king, and one of them was the lover of the playman who sang on the stage!

Jun is desolate and dies in battle, only for the ruined country of the past

And the slave guards the empty pavilion alone

You can't live, you can't see each other again

In the king's world, the people are safe

But there is no slave to him

Heaven makes karma, but it is in vain

The emperor is in the earth, but he is the emperor in vain

That year the flowers moved, that year the dreams moved

That year the wind chilled the memories

I remembered you in front of the window

That year the youth was gone

My years were shattered

I think of that continuation of love as a letter I wrote for our future

Life is like fire, dreams burn, and it will not easily stop at the fireworks that even the king is not happy to be the least inclined in that world!

My Peony Pavilion, my finally silent youth, my fantasy has long ceased to be as hot as fire

That meandering indifference might as well slaughter me for three thousand armor soldiers and just extinguish the two fires of love, I finally know that this world is more than the pain of death, so we can grasp it well!

My dream is finally shattered!

The Peony Pavilion admired that the king had murdered such a love so tactfully

It's this kind of love that makes everything for me unbearable loneliness and unbearable memories

That once short-sighted gaze did not look favorably on our love

The memories of the past feudalism cannot be enlightened by us

The number of lives that are not blessed by the children of this love is over, but it is remnant

But that is the rebellion of the two of us because of love in our youth

I won't regret it,

Even if the dream is already in the Peony Pavilion!

The majestic warrior and the general were beside the king, and one of them was the lover of the playman who sang on the stage!

Jun is desolate and dies in battle, only for the ruined country of the past

And the slave guards the empty pavilion alone

You can't live, you can't see each other again

In the king's world, the people are safe

But there is no slave to him

Heaven makes karma, but it is in vain

The emperor is in the earth, but he is the emperor in vain

The heart-rending voice finally angered the king, the king was furious, and ordered the armorer to release arrows, shooting this but remnants of life, and uttering wild words, but the play had already entered the play, and her lover in armor finally couldn't control it, like the wind, rushed to the stage, he struggled to block the cold steel arrow, but unfortunately the arrow was too long and sharp, and they died together! However, the cold steel arrow has residual warmth at this moment, because the blood of two people who love each other has warmed the cold arrow, and the world has warmed up because of them, and there is a moment of warmth!

To be continued!

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This book was first published in Reading Rim