Beijing opera wild pig forest snow drama?

Snow,

Slap in the face,

The north wind blows through the bones,

Clouds are low and mountains are dark.

The sparse forest is barren and withered,

It's hard to get rid of the past,

Abandoned villages sell wine to solve their worries,

Looking at home,

It's a long way,

Thousands of miles away from my wife,

Guanshan separates two hearts,

Speaking of the ambition to pull the galaxy,

The empty chest snow shovel didn't clear the rape,

Sigh that the hero is in danger of life and death,

White:

Lin Anchong, trapped in Cangzhou by the life of a traitor,

In this grass camp city, act as a soldier and guard the food and grass of the army.

Well, think about the past, why not be annoying,

Follow-up:

Full of anger, ask heaven,

Ask heaven, when will Wan Li Guanshan return?

Ask heaven, when will the bright moon reunite?

Ask heaven, when did you swing a three-foot sword again?

Except for the width of the traitor temple,

Strong stretch, thief head sacrifice Longquan! But why is the whole world worrying and complaining? Oh, my God, my God!

Are you also afraid of power rape?

White:

Ah ah! A violent snowstorm flooded the barracks. If I leave early, my god.

Follow-up:

Melissa Zhou is broken, the roof tiles are broken, and the sky is in danger.

Why bother Lin chong to show it to your majesty?

It is difficult to bury a hero's wish to bury Gan Kun.

The temple that endures loneliness and anger temporarily shelters from the cold,

This is a plate in Beijing opera, not a qupai, but a qupai in Kunqu opera.

Anti-Huang Er scattered boards with heavy snow and threw them on people's faces. The north wind blew through the bones.

The original board has low clouds and dark mountains and rivers, and the sparse forest is neglected. The past is hard to get rid of, and the abandoned village sells wine to solve its worries. Looking at home, the road is long, Xiu Yuan Xi, the wife is thousands of miles away, and the mountain is separated from the heart. Talking about ambition to pull the galaxy, the snow blade has not been removed. Sigh that the hero is in danger of life and death, and ask heaven angrily. When will Wan Li Guanshan return? When will the moon reunite? When did you swing a three-foot sword again? The traitor's temple is very wide. Zhuang Huai stretches, and the thief's head sacrifices Longquan. But why is the whole world worrying and complaining? Oh, my God, what day!

Are you afraid of power rape? Is it hard to say?