Love Fragments in China Traditional Opera

I don't know what happened to Peony Pavilion, but it is very deep. The living can die and the dead can live. People who are born but can't be born and die, and those who die but can't be resurrected, are not affectionate. Things in the world are beyond the reach of the world. It turned out that flowers were everywhere, as if they were all paid for that broken well. Today's weather is very good, which is a pleasure for anyone. Love is deep, deep, deep, so easy to grow old, many obstacles, and dreams can't last long. A little affection, three points shallow soil, half points setting sun. Dreams are always dreams, where to go next year! It's easy to draw three points of spring scenery, but difficult to draw one point of sadness. Time flies, please hold on to love, your heart is like a plum tree. Such flowers and plants are loved by people, and life and death follow people's wishes, and no one complains, whether it is sour or bright. While I'm waiting to be beaten, my soul is fragrant and rainy, so I will meet Megan. No one can see the benefits of just three springs. If you don't dike, you are afraid of flowers and plants. Life and death are never carried out according to people's wishes. Don't wait until you lose it to regret it.

The West Chamber is blue and yellow, and the west is tight and the north is flying south. Who dyed Xiao Lai's frost forest? Always in tears. Moonlight melts the night, and the shadows of flowers in spring are silent; How to be brave enough not to see the man in the moon? Never leave the old, always get together, and may all beings in the world get good karma. Looking at the back of your departure, who shed sad tears behind you? Other people say sweet words make three winters warm, while the malicious words in front of my roots hurt people in June. The old sorrow is like a faint Taihang Mountain, and the new sorrow is like a natural moat. The wind still beats the shoulders of the ancients, and the lonely phoenix tree locks the autumn in the deep courtyard. Sorrow and joy gather in a glass of wine, north and south Wan Li, east and west Wan Li. I believe in the love between two generations. May you and I meet again in the next life.