2. Life is like a play, and the players don't regret it.

3. raise a glass and get drunk, and drink snow for another year.

The dust is flying and the room is far away. Who hurts when the flowers fall in the dream? Expect, be more infatuated. Knead yourself into reincarnation, memories, in the dream of meeting; Break up, in the tearful flowers; Heartbroken, at the pale fingertips; Fade, in an eternal dream. In the nightingale's sad sigh, let the delicate tenderness suffocate and become speechless in the night's poems. Let a soft acacia drift with the wind; Any warm drizzle kisses the coolness on the lips; The cold moonlight reflected in the eyes, fragrant.

4. Point the cinnabar to send gray hair, and I sing the backyard flowers myself.

Jade fan in hand, a few words of sadness and joy. Who will play with the old sounds and new words?

Who reads this prosperous time, a few people forget it.

Qingsong echoed the funeral, and I first tasted ink eyebrow tea. The performers in Langya stage sing sad and happy songs.

5. Put down the tea, entertain yourself with cold light and sing some songs.

How many lives, I belong to you, I dream of leaving the old days.

Langtai's plays, who knows, are all red makeup.

I was intoxicated several times, and I knew that the old man didn't know where to go.

6. Time flies. Several people listen, and Chang 'an presbyopia sings old operas.

I don't know where the bright moon is precious, and half a ray of Xiaguang falls into cold clothes.

It's a flashy dream to have a few people with you, Qiu Si.

At the end of the year and the beginning of the year, don't say when, gently raise your lips.

7. The parting of plum blossom and flute is unintentional in flowering period.

How many times do you get affection in life? Brothel players return home.

8. At the beginning of the rain, the mist frosted, the flute sounded, and the sleeves broke the morning light; Laughing and singing the warmth of the world, don't ask, don't worry.

9. Black hair cream, eyebrows to the heart. Kou Dan refers to who painted it, who cried a thousand lines in the play and who lip-synched it.

10. Playing Kundiao, the moonlight is light and cool. Who locked a few feet of sadness in a few feet of clothes?

1 1. No one hurts when singing, and no one understands when dancing in turbulent years; Dancing with the drama will make you have no interest in this life, and you will be lonely and hate-free for half a life.

12. It's hard to turn back after a broken dream.