Lyrics of Beijing Opera & gt

(Singing the original board) Call Zhang Yi, my son, listen to the mother's lesson and stay and explain for her:

My son's father lost his life, leaving his mother and son how to spend their time.

I don't listen to him, because when I was a child, my mother was middle-aged. What I am afraid of is that I will die in a hundred years.

It's hard to see your dead ancestors. My son!

There are several virtuous and filial sons who listen to their mothers and keep them in mind one by one.

That large area of farmland is devoted to filial piety.

Ding Lan carved wood, dressed in cabbage, Meng Zong cried bamboo, and Yang Xiang killed the tiger, all descendants of Xiao Xian.

My unfilial son!

(Singing Huang Er's original class) These generations of virtuous and filial children can reach an agreement.

The unfilial man said to his son:

Qingfeng Pavilion Zhang Jibao Tian Lei retribution;

Han Xin hurriedly reported Weiyang Palace to the nether world.

I don't believe what my mother said. I'm afraid my son has four kung fu values on his head. Look at his body.

The son is filial to and worships his mother. I was on secret patrol that day.