Pray for God to write an original four-act play.

I've been playing for two days, and I've suffered from no merit. Take it.

Four-act drama

The topic is close at hand.

Number of boarding passengers

yellow

Fan Yishou

Jianshe Wang

Liang Ziyang

Xiaoxiaoxiao

Sun xiujun

waiter

First act

[A late autumn in the mid-1980s. Halfway up Yuelu Mountain, a cemetery surrounded by Woods on three sides. In the center of the cemetery stands a towering pagoda, on which is engraved a line of "Cemetery of the 73rd Army of the Army who died in the War of Resistance Against Japan". The fonts are still clearly visible, but the names of the signers have been deleted.

[The walls around the cemetery are in disrepair, and many places have collapsed and fallen. At this time, the autumn wind blows, and the fallen leaves fall, adding a sense of loneliness and desolation.

[Liang Ziyang said here a little breathless. His eyes can't help but fall on the handwriting of the tower monument and look at it for a long time with a solemn expression. From his surprised and confused eyes when he carefully studied the cemetery, it can be seen that he came to this place for the first time. At this time, an autumn wind blew coldly, and the trees in the deep forest rustled around, making him tremble.

Suddenly, there was a slightly sad and gloomy flute in the distant forest. That's an old song from1920s, "How can I miss him?" . The flute seems to pour out a kind of yearning and express a feeling of nostalgia. He listened and suddenly remembered something. He felt in the pocket of his work clothes, took out a pack of "Hong Fei" cigarettes and lit three cigarettes with matches. Realizing that cigarettes could not stand firm on the marble surface of the tower monument, he took out an S-shaped keychain clip from his belt, placed it horizontally, and inserted three burning cigarettes into the keychain clip. He stepped back and bowed deeply to the tomb of the anti-Japanese martyrs against the curling smoke.

[The distant flute is still pouring, and Liang Ziyang is completely immersed in an atmosphere of understanding and cherishing history. Another autumn wind blew hard, and the rustling woke Liang Ziyang's thoughts at this time. As he looked at his wrist watch, he turned around and looked around a few times. It could be seen that he was obviously alone when he came here. He noticed a row of stone benches not far in front of the pagoda, so he went over and sat down. He bowed his head in thought, then raised his eyes and looked at the distance, leaving an indescribable expression. At this point, the distant flute has completely stopped.

[Huang, wearing a pair of big sunglasses, came from an arch on the right side of the cemetery. He is about the same age as Liang Ziyang.

Another autumn wind suddenly blows, trees rustle, and fallen leaves are scattered in the air, which seems to tell people that even if they know the fallen leaves in autumn, they know what kind of homesickness and national mourning it is.

Curtain falling

Act ii

One spring in the early 1990s. On the grassland of a slope in a development zone of a city in the south, there is a litchi tree jungle behind it, and tower cranes and scaffolding can be seen everywhere in the distance. As you can see, there are huge construction sites around here.

[Liang Ziyang is sitting on a prominent Daqing rock on the sloping grass. At this point, on the right side of the highway, (the road can't be seen on the stage), there were waves of police car horns. He raised his head and frowned. He didn't look back until the sound of the flying police car disappeared.

[Liang Ziyang looked disappointed, looked at his watch, slowly slid down from the rock and sat down between the rock and the grass. He took out a pair of sunglasses from his body and buckled them on his face. He looked up at the white clouds floating in the sky and hummed the song "How can I not miss him". .

Feel the same taste as drilling a hole like a dog, and you can experience another kind of equality.

[Liang Ziyang smiled bitterly, nodded and talked about his business in a hurry. Huang followed and walked to the other side. At this time, it was completely dark.

Curtain falling

Act iii

[An autumn in the middle and late 1990s. It's still the lawn under the old attic, but some of the original long stone benches are gone, but many fashionable movable tables and chairs have been added. It can be seen that this is an extension of the expansion of small tea shops. On the far right, through the branches and leaves hanging from a big camphor tree, people can vaguely see a corner of Ba people's teahouse.

Huang: Many years ago, you predicted to me that the army in Taiwan Province Province would no longer belong to the Party. Today, I also predict to you that "the Kuomintang will be dismissed."

Liang Ziyang: How did you come to this conclusion?

Huang: Do you know the Rand Company in America?

Liang Ziyang: A little.

Huang: Do you know that there is a Huade company in the overseas Chinese community?

Liang Ziyang: I haven't heard of it.

Huang: This consulting company is not famous at all. But it was founded by several overseas Chinese and students from three places across the Taiwan Strait. The first business they undertook was the result of our consultation with the Kuomintang in the next general election. It took them months to come to the conclusion that "China Kuomintang will step down in Taiwan Province Province."

Liang Ziyang: ...?

Huang: You are depressed after hearing the news, aren't you?

Liang Ziyang: On the one hand, not all.

Huang: What do you mean?

Liang Ziyang: The KMT's dismissal from class is not an extinction. Her stepping down may make the democratic life in Taiwan Province Province healthier and more mature. At the same time, when she moves from an old political party to a new party, she will be able to glow with a healthy modern vitality.

Huang: The problem is that Democratic Progressive Party will come to power. Do you know what the purpose of Democratic Progressive Party is?

Liang Ziyang: ... I think it seems impossible unless the Kuomintang is split in two.

Huang: Then we will wait and see. We will see at the end of this century.

It's windy again, and it's obviously dark. Huang looked at the sky in the distance.

Huang: Let's go. It is going to rain heavily. Let's talk indoors.

Liang Ziyang: (looking at the distance) This day has really changed.

[Two people are preparing to tidy up the tea set on the table, but they are stopped by Xiaoli and Xiao Juan.

Liang Ziyang: It's going to rain, so is our cleaning.

Xiao Li: How can this be done? Isn't it our dereliction of duty to let the guests pack their things? Isn't the "feel at home" on our plaque a lie?

Everyone left here in a hurry, and then a heavy rain poured in.

Curtain falling

Act IV

[May at the end of the twentieth century. The whole interior of the renovated Ba teahouse gives people a feeling of both traditional quaint style and modern freshness.

It's early in the morning, and the indoor light is not very clear, because the lights are rarely turned on. Xiaoxiao got up early, her hair was still messy, and she was busy packing some things. A burst of hurried footsteps, pushed the door and came in Liang Ziyang.

Liang Ziyang: (finds a seat and looks at the table below) Is anyone here? I'm afraid I'll write too much and be late?

Smile: (grunted in reply) Does Mr. Huang have something urgent to see you?

Liang Ziyang: (rubbing his eyes and asking) Do you think he just asked someone to bring me something?

Tiny: But I always feel as if there is something else.

Liang Ziyang: Really?

Tiny Tiny: If you just ask someone to bring something, just give it to me and you.

Liang Ziyang: ...? (noticing the words on the wall, standing up and walking over, reading silently) Is this song "For a Friend" written by Hua?

Tiny: Yes! When he called you, he asked me what I was doing so late. I said I hung your poem in the teahouse, and he was interested. Let me read it to him. I read it on the phone, he said. How about he write a song? I said I would like it.

Liang Ziyang: He improvised a song?

Xiaoxiao: Hum! Later, he called again and asked if I had contacted you. He also asked if his poem could be finished and hung up tonight. I said no problem, and in the early hours of the morning.

Jianshe Wang: I know, everyone will never have the arrogance of red boyhood again, such as opposing the emperor's constitutional rebellion and liberating all mankind! But deep down, I still believe in some communist things: that is, to pursue cosmopolitanism, hope that the country will perish and truly be brothers in the world. In this case, countries and nations like you today can give up the principle of non-violence in order to prevent Taiwan Province Province from becoming independent. If a hundred years later, when our souls look up to heaven under the grave and look back, don't we feel that we are doing something worthless? What if the country abolished the independence of Taiwan Province Province? Please ask Xiaoxiao to send a song for your long journey. After a while, a female solo "How Do I Don't Miss Him" slowly echoed in the air, and the song seemed to be a kind of sadness, a yearning, a call and a hope.

-Did the curtain fall? The end of the whole play