(a)

The west wing in the theater is tactful.

On the stage, she sang, "I heard the sound of the corner door, and the flowers were fragrant everywhere the wind passed." Standing on tiptoe and fixing my eyes carefully, it is more neat than when I first saw him."

He came every day in the audience.

Come and see her singing in the West Chamber.

Watch her sing the West Chamber over and over again.

Look at her in other people's stories, shed her own tears.

He's a lange.

But he stayed in this place, this theater, for a long, long time.

He drank all the good wine here, and he couldn't tell the difference.

But he still came to see her sing in the West Chamber.

She's not a great actor.

Her audience was small.

But for the sake of life, she is still singing.

sang the reverie of the West Chamber.

(b) He stopped in this place for three months.

Before March, the willows were still here, and a lake was painted.

Now, the yellow leaves fall without wind, and the autumn clouds are often cloudy without rain.

But the human face is still like a flower.

But, he's leaving.

He is a lange, and he should not stay in one place forever.

Nor can it stay in one place forever.

(c) She knew he was leaving.

But she dreamed that he would take her with her.

Take her with you and leave this glitzy place.

He knew she wanted to go with him.

She had hinted that she was going to go with him that day.

He loves to listen to her sing in the West Chamber, and loves her faint fragrance.

She liked the way he drank, and she liked the sorrow between his brows.

(4) Three watches at night, the autumn rain hits the sycamore.

(5) "If you are thin, you will be hurt for a long time, and it will be worth the remnant of spring." How many degrees of dusk can be eliminated when Luo Yi fades? The wind curls and the smoke does not roll the curtains, and the rain hits the pear blossoms and closes the door deeply; speechless, relying on the railing, and the eyes are broken and the clouds are broken. ”

It's autumn again.

But the autumn rain was ruthless, and it knocked on the sycamore outside the curtain of the opera garden.

The sound of the leaves of the sycamore.

should be in harmony with the sentence on the stage, "The evening breeze is cold through the window screen, and the gold hook embroidery curtain is not hung." The West Chamber.

Postscript: You will meet many people in your life, but it is not necessarily what you have to wait for.

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