Who knows the lyrics of Cai Wenji, a Shaoxing opera?

Introduction:

The famous Yan people are the daughters of Cai Yong, a famous scholar in the Eastern Han Dynasty. She is a well-read poetess with excellent temperament and calligraphy. During the Xingping period of the Han Dynasty, the world was in chaos. Voted Xiongnu as the concubine of Zuo, and gave birth to a son and a daughter in 12 years in Hu. In the eighth year of Jian 'an, Cao Cao sent messengers to redeem Cai Wenji and return to Han. In the face of the collision between the great cause of the country and the affection of her children, she experienced another heartbreaking pain on the road of life and finally resolutely embarked on her way home.

Cast:

Huang Meiju plays Cai Wenji.

Qiu Qiaofang plays the left.

Liu Zhixia plays Dong Si.

Jin Yi Shi si Niang

Yuemin Lv is decorated with lonely paintings.

Yu Qiaoping plays an old woman.

Solo: Wang Fang

Selected lyrics:

Chorus: gone with no return, the family broke and the people died, and blood and tears dried up.

Dongsi: Old teachers have grievances and enmities, and splendid articles pay off. Leave a copy of this piano score in prison, and he wants you to remember never to lose this symphonic piano. What's the point of talking about this? Obviously, it is necessary to pass this moral article on to future generations. You learned the truth from your father. You are very clever. Who will take on the heavy responsibility after your inheritance?

Chorus: a thousand miles of frost condenses the horse's back, and the beard blows blood. Nightmares scare camels every night, and homesickness flies.

Cai Wenji: At dusk, the sky is low, and Hu Fenghao, Rong Feng and Wan Li are all far away from home. The vast desert is covered with sad grass and yellow sand. For several months, I have been exiled to Yinshan Road, only seeing real armor, bows and arrows and knives. Lying in the felt tent at night smelling the wolf howling, Japanese food stinks and swallowing blood. I can't eat, I can't sleep, my body and mind are haggard, and my tears are long.

Left: I heard the piano ringing in my ear, and the voice of nature was beating on my chest. The night is misty and the heart is clear, and the three thousand accounts are silent. The funny thing is that I, the hero of Jinge Tiema, am going to learn from the Han family tonight. The camp was filled with flowers and decorated with golden houses to welcome the bride.

Chorus: Eyebrows droop, which makes her look more delicate, and the mourning clothes of plain clothes can't hide their luster.

Chorus: Swallows are far away from Xiqiang, with vast mountains and rivers. Mom and dad, it's a long story, but alas, I'm worried and hurt.

Left: the pen is like a dragon snake, and the pen and ink are smooth and seamless. I only know that she looks like a flower, but I don't want to be talented. It is hard to find a ticket to travel around the world, and the grassland is lucky to hide pearls.

Cai Wenji: This poem was written by Empress Zhaojun, but the ink was left by my late father. The Han Dynasty was in peril, and there were sudden storms, natural disasters and man-made disasters all over China. My father hated his powerlessness, but he still wrote out his sadness and indignation. Unexpectedly, I want to be killed innocently and locked in prison with a flail belt. Pity his humiliation and filth, just ask for a remnant to repair the Han room. Heaven does not bless virtuous people, but only regrets and grievances in the end. There is no way out for the country to break up and die, just like the ship is broken. A little blood and tears on my shirt sleeve, there is no room for a woman in the vast earth. This body is the meat on the chopping block, dead or alive. What's the rest of your life? I just want to pay for my father's inheritance.

Left: She is full of sadness and hatred. She has experienced a lot of hardships. Talent and looks are rare in the world, as if they were found in a dream. Miss Moon Hee, don't look back on the sad past, but the wind and clouds will sweep away the sadness. There is no way to go in the future, the grassland is vast and the sky is high and the clouds are light. I will trade Mo Bao for your heart. You and I are a good couple tonight. We are better than Hebei.

Left: secretly playing tricks on weak women, not the king of the grass eagle desert. You will have a big account with me soon, so you can't leave the bride by candlelight. You wait here until dawn, I sleep on the carpet, and you sleep on the bed.

Chorus: Run, run, run. ...

Cai Wenji: In the middle of the night, the mother and daughter escaped from the net, the wind was fierce and snowy, the cold current was too long, and the sobs were doubly bleak. It's dark on the moon, and I don't know how to go home.

Siniang: As long as you have a glib tongue, you will never dump your body in a foreign country. Help the girl to rush forward,

Chorus: It feels even snowing at dawn.

Grandma: Mo Dao said he was a violent person without morality. He used to be a warm-hearted and brave man. Dare to jump into a fire pit with blood, draw your sword when you see the road is rough. Hate for life, love for love. I have long known that the land in Fan Hu is not barren.

Cai Wenji: After all, this is a desert and a foreign country.

Grandma: I sincerely know friends from all over my hometown.

Cai Wenji: I just want to find my way back.

Grandma: How did Wan Li escape from Guanshan? Han Yueming's hometown is very good, and the scenery in Alakazam is very charming. You see how handsome the snow lotus on that ridge is, why go back to Luoyang Bridge?

Cai Wenji: Holding a jade whip in his hand, tears are flowing, and sadness and joy are intertwined. Unless the queen came to protect her, she saved her life and invested in her country. Whip the horse and shake the reins, but the whip saddle is worried. I have been eager to leave for months, but I have a different taste when I leave. How many unforgettable days and nights I spent in the felt tent, and how many piano sounds I left on the grassland. I used to stink when I looked up, but now I dare not look. Halfway down the snowy mountain at sunset, a bullfight was held in the desert. Hump with rosy clouds, red makeup wrapped in autumn. Farewell, don't look back, the geese in the south rushed to the north. I think of the sudden storm in the Central Plains, and the bonfire continues to be chaotic. Mountains and rivers are broken, families are ruined, and where to live, where to live. Who plays Hu Jia again,

Chorus: There is music on the grassland.

Left: Her heart is like a dry well, and there is still a clear spring in her heart.

It just seems

Cai Wenji: He was reckless and rude, and he was a little soft-hearted at first.

Left: I asked him to play the piano, and I

Swallow medicinal liquor on the night of our first meeting.

Cai Wenji: He asked me to play the piano. male

Left: I'll be waiting for you when I go to the cemetery.

Cai Wenji: He has never touched me as a fugitive.

Left: I will reluctantly arrange the return of the gift.

Cai Wenji: This horse sent me to prison.

Left: Looking back,

Cai Wenji: He kept me with all his true feelings.

Left: How hard it is to face the martyr's daughter. There's no chance to force it in my life.

Chorus: Ask your heart whether you should go or stay.

Chorus: Han Yueming's hometown is good, and the scenery in Alakazam is charming. You see how handsome the snow lotus on that ridge is, why go back to Luoyang Bridge?

Solitary painting: riding a horse in the wind out of the felt account, mother and son enjoy spring scenery. The golden whip breaks the morning fog, and the strong crossbow shoots the frost for a day. My father taught me to bow and horse, and my mother taught me to read Huazhang. Hu Yue and I grew up together. Since ancient times, heroes have produced teenagers. Suddenly I heard the sound of geese in the sky, bowed my head and looked at the moon to test my sharpness.

Cai Wenji: The grass under the Yinshan Mountain in Chilechuan is very fertile and beautiful. Birds should fly back from the mountain when eating grass. The blue sky is high, the green fields are wide and the hoofs are crisp, the mountain breeze is warm, and the sun shines everywhere in spring. Twelve years passed quickly, and Han's daughter became Princess Hu. Give birth to a pair of young children, innocent and lovely, handsome and chic, singing with the prince. Only that strand of homesickness was buried in Dantian, and the plum blossom in Luoyang Peony's hometown was the most unforgettable. It's like a glass of inedible wine. Last night, I composed a new piece of music. Blow the wish to the clouds.

Cai Wenji: The tea of the Han family and the milk of the Xiongnu had a whim. Water and milk blend together, who can guess the taste? Since it is neither tea nor milk, why not combine the words milk tea?

Cai Wenji: Who's thousands of miles away?

Chorus: Time shock, insanity.

Dongsi: When you and I were separated, we went through many difficulties before we voted for the wise Lord of SHEN WOO. Prime Minister Cao held high the heavenly hand and put an end to the war. Yan Wu studied literature and missed the past. I hope you will follow in your father's footsteps and change the dynasty. Life I Wan Li frontier fortress, designed to welcome Xianmei back home.

Cai Wenji: Zuo Grassland Eagle ranks first, with first-class personality and talent. He really wants to find a good wife, and I have an affair with him. It is absurd to bow to each other and marry, and it is impolite to be condescending. If you think compassion can save me, beat the horse and turn back before it's too late.

Cai Wenji: Blood and tears hurt my husband's heart, and my heart was broken like a knife. I can't forget the danger of being destroyed in the disorderly army, and I am pitiful by your majesty. After several contacts, you treated each other with sincerity, and you blew your feelings in this cemetery. Hada held my love, and I stayed without hesitation. We have been together for twelve years and have deep feelings for each other. I've been used to drinking tea and horse milk for 12 years, and I'm used to seeing flowers blooming and snow falling in the north. I wanted to stay at the Great Wall all my life, but I couldn't forget my hometown. How many times have I dreamed of going back to the mulberry tree to worship the Han moon, and how many times have I looked to Yunshan for the geese to return. It is difficult to repay homesickness debt if you eat luxuriously, so a cry of hometown is like spring thunder exploding in your chest. I can't give up the love between husband and wife, and I can't break off my feelings with my daughter. I have been sad for three days, so I can't decide whether to stay or not. I hate the sky, but I have to divide the boundary between Hu Jiang and the Han Dynasty and the place where the grave is buried.

Chorus: A broken heart and broken strings.

Left: She was so overwhelmed by the manuscript that she almost squeezed out the word "return".

Dong Si: I am eager to see the frontier fortress, but the skirts of the Han Dynasty are hard to move.

Cai Wenji: The old country is as heavy as a mountain, and ocean deep, life and death are two hauntings.

Left: If you give up your love now, Hong Fei won't come again.

Dong Si: A pearl stays beyond the Great Wall, and the grand plan is willing to turn into dust.

Cai Wenji: It's hard, it's hard to control fate, it's painful, it's hard to open the liver and intestines.

Chorus: Go back to the Central Plains or stay beyond the Great Wall,

Cai Wenji: I hate it. I can't wait to split up.

Left: heartbroken words are like a heavy whip, beating my heart every word. Hu was forced to stay to cover up the haze. Wenxi has lifelong debts, but Loess can hardly complain and hate. Come on, be patient. E Shi and I will make the final decision. Wen-hee, stop wavering and cut quickly. It is difficult for couples to give up their love, and they have to have it. You go back to Sang Zi to worship John and inherit your father's ambition to show his talents. There is no debt in this life, and I am lucky to remarry in the next life.

Cai Wenji: Your Majesty, my good husband, an iron-blooded man, is heroic and has a touching moral integrity. The red rope can't stand the edge, and the loving couple can't bear to be separated. The feeling of leaving me today is still there, and the truth will accompany you to the whole station. My love is still there today, cutting the breeze and white clouds for you. My heart is still there today, and Bing Xin has turned into a snow lotus. My soul is still there today, and I often come to your dreams with camel bells over there. Lonely Tuer, I can't crown my son or cut his clothes. We can't change poetry for children, nor can we build a piano platform for children. Don't slack off when your mother is gone. Learn from your father's heroism and try to become an early talent. Hong Fei Wan Li brought a letter and smiled at my mother in my homesick dream.

Chorus: Hu Jia, the soul of Mon Tong, has an unforgettable voice. Wanli screamed at the top of his lungs in Guanshan, and Hu has a long history.