What is the story of Hu Bugui, a Cantonese opera?

Cantonese Opera Hu Bugui was founded on 1939. This is a famous play by Xue Juexian, Shanghainese and An Banri. After nearly 70 years, she still performs for Cantonese opera classes in Hongkong and China from time to time. Fragments of the play, such as Comfort My Wife, Force My Daughter-in-law to Divorce, and Weep the Grave, are often sung in Cantonese Opera clubs, concerts and karaoke. The song "Comfort My Wife" is a teaching material for many Cantonese opera instructors and a "compulsory song" for beginners.

Hu Bugui's story tells the story of a pair of lovers (life and ying niang). Although they want to combine, they are framed by their rivals (cousins). They collude with doctors to tell them that ying niang is terminally ill and needs isolation, so they cherish their mother (a scholar) and force their daughter-in-law to run away from home when they join the army. Under the guise of her early death, she cried at the grave all her life and moved her wife to recognize her. The family, cousin and cousin of the study saw them till death do us part, but the latter two had a guilty conscience and admitted that they had framed ying niang. Therefore, the family of the study resumed their friendship with ying niang. Although the plot of "Hu Bugui" is simple, its dramatic power is profound, which makes it easy for the actors to get involved and the audience to sing. Especially when forcing the daughter-in-law to divorce, the wife thought that her wife was seriously ill, so she sharpened her mouth and forced her away with both hard and soft measures. This is a three-dimensional witness that "wife-sister-in-law" has never reconciled since ancient times. Today, Hong Kong has just recovered from the SARS epidemic, and the epidemic, terminal illness, infection, isolation and even where to go may come suddenly. We should have another experience about this.

Deng graduated from the Biology Department of Hong Kong Baptist University and the Music Department of Chinese University of Hong Kong, and received a first-class honours degree from 199 1. After that, he went on to study for a master's degree in Chinese University, and obtained a master's degree in philosophy with the thesis "Hu Bugui Studies in Cantonese Opera" 196. He was appointed by the Art Education Section of the Education and Manpower Bureau as a member of the "Experimental Group of Cantonese Opera Curriculum Development" to participate in the design of Cantonese Opera and Cantonese Opera textbooks for primary and secondary schools. Currently teaching at Cheung Sha Wan Catholic English Middle School.

Hu Bugui's weeping grave (title part)

(Flip) Bleak the bowels and lungs. Hu Bugui. Hu Bugui. Sad people cry like cuckoos. If the world is cold, ask the world. Tears dry into blood, called a good wife. Wife, wife. I shouted a thousand times, but I didn't see you to comfort me. I am afraid of floating red powder. I hate being buried for a long time. Hu Bugui. Hu Bugui. It's cold in the barren forest. The scenery is sad. Desolate and forbear to go home. Protecting flowers cannot melt spring mud. Alas. If I can't see my wife, I am willing to be a fierce ghost in love. (white) Oh. Spring peach. You don't have enough milk. Tell me why, Master Danbai. Poor little milk died for you. (raw white) Hey. (Crying for love) What a nice girl. Wife. Like a bolt from the blue. Hatred is hard to be low. Do you know where it is buried? Can you take me to the grave and cry? Hey, Hu Bugui and Hu Bugui. Too late to see you, I wish I could sleep. I am willing to be a ghost for you. Complaints come from heaven. Hey. I am crying for my wife. The moon is cold and windy. Bleak snow and tears. The sweet soul died tragically. Hate the sea and indulge in it. Unfortunately, you sympathize with your mother every time you rob. Return empty-handed and call back your soul. If the night platform is haunted, acacia flowers will be buried for a long time. Blood and tears are hard to soothe. Jiao, the moonlight flowers are so bright. The imaginary circle should be wronged. Cuckoo crows. Flowers bloom and fall, birds sing. Sadness. Yeah, sad. The sacrifice of crying. (knurling quickly) You're dead, and I'm dead, but it hurts. I can't find you. I want to break the coffin and see the beautiful wife's body. (White) The grave of my beloved daughter. (Repeat) (Mouth drum) Wife. I saw you carve a woman's name on a stone tablet; You are desolate. You are my wife when I give birth. Even if I die, I will marry you. I want to express my unchanging feelings. Smash the inscription immediately. Wife. I love you forever. You should learn from this inscription. (knurling) This hatred continues. It will never end.