Talking about beautiful Peking Opera

Beijing Opera is the quintessence of Chinese culture. It has a history of 200 years. The name of Peking opera was first seen in the “Declaration” in the second year of Guangxu reign of Qing Dynasty (1876). In history, there were yellow leather, yellow, yellow tune, Beijing Opera, Pingju Opera, chinese opera and other appellation, after entering the capital in the 55th year of Qianlong in Qing Dynasty (1790), the four major Huiban evolved into Peking opera after the fusion of Kunqu Opera, Han Opera, Yiyang Opera, random bomb and other operas in Beijing opera circle for 50, it is the largest opera type in China. According to the information, Beijing Opera is a comprehensive performing art. It integrates singing (singing), chanting (chanting White), doing (performing), playing (martial arts) and dancing (dancing), narrating stories and depicting characters by means of performing programs, express thoughts and feelings of joy, anger, sadness, joy, surprise, fear and sadness. Roles can be divided into four categories: birth (man), Dan (woman), net (man), ugly (both male and female). Characters are divided into loyalty and traitors, beauty and ugliness, good and evil. Each image is vivid and lifelike. On the stage, Beijing Opera has no physical performance. Single paddle shaking fishing and killing the family, lifting the whip and riding the horse drinking with a charming voice: What is the theory of Seignior clown? I can block millions of soldiers with one sword! Lift the clothes lightly and lift the feet, we are very happy and put the embroidery on the building, and drink him 300 cups in the empty bottle of golden pot; Look at the ice wheel of the island turning around, what a drunk and charming! Dan Fengyan deep Ning King’s tent in the kimono sleep steadily, I’m out of the tent and feel sad. Looking up, the clouds gathered and emptied, and the ice wheels surged suddenly. It was really a scene of clear autumn. Embattled wu nai he? Eternal lament Farewell My Concubine. Handsome Man Man, zhang kao bunt flip Moon universe. And when listening to Hu Qin, she was dancing in the sky with her sleeves; When she was so charming and charming, her lips opened lightly, and her eyes moved gently and gently; Her soul was lingering. Mo Dao is not really fascinating, stupid and drunk. Walking alone in the desert with the lute in his arms, the Han people who changed by one were all peaceful; Zhaojun went out of the snow. Suddenly, the sound of strong gongs and drums shocked the sky; Looking at the Hammer, he stumbled. The urgent wind broke through Lian yingzhai, and the misunderstanding of Sancha was lifted in the night and ran to Sanguan. In front of the cross slope, LV Fengxian shot halberd outside the Yuanmen. Feather clothes, silk towels, Fuqin Gate building, Ren er’s millions of troops trapped in the lonely city; I also feel as if the water is still stable as Mount Tai. Bao Longtu meditated in Kaifeng mansion, and sang the story of the beauty of the straw. My legs kneeled on the ground and Pingchuan, only to find out my mother’s filial piety overnight. Look at me, Su Wukong, who despises theocracy, and make the Heaven Palace weak. The Myth of heaven. Wow, Jiang Gan, the group of heroes, stole books and became a big fool! Gentle and infatuated White Lady, white clothes and snow fight to steal the fairy grass; Save me Xu Lang back to the sun. Ask Zhang Sheng to hide under matchmaker’s chessboard for the moment and lead you to meet my Miss Cui Yingying. The play of auspiciousness is full of dragons and phoenixes, and Uncle Liu holds the beauty back. Only sigh that Zhou Yu, the young governor of Soochow, lost his wife and lost his troops! The quintessence of Chinese culture the abundance of Peking Opera plays, the number of performing artists, troupes, audiences and the depth of influence are all the highest in the country. In 1919, Mei Lanfang led the troupe to perform in Japan, and the art of Peking Opera was spread overseas for the first time; In 1924, he led the troupe to perform in Japan again. In 1930, mei led a crew of twenty people to visit and perform in the United States, and achieved great success. In 1934, he was invited to visit Europe and performed in the Soviet Union, which was valued by the European theater circle. After that, Peking Opera was regarded as the School of Drama in China all over the world. This is the real information. I liked Peking Opera since I was a child, because its singing style is beautiful and mellow; It is extremely intoxicating to be a heartbreaking person. The music accompaniment of Peking Opera is stable, and the performance of actors is peaceful; They sing and sigh deliberately. It never emphasizes violent and bloody scenes and language. It has always been a peaceful, stable and serene style. So she is the quintessence of Chinese culture, and she is the king of drama stage worthy of the name! You see the singing and beating, the melancholy and sadness; You see the crying covering your face, all of which interpret the gentle and delicate beauty peculiar to the Ancient East. It was a pity that many friends didn’t like Beijing opera, so she said that she didn’t listen to the long notes. That is the refinement of voice. Who can reach that level for ordinary people? The whining sigh of pop music can never be compared with her. The clamor of rock music is far more exciting than that of Xipi Allegro. And we must not abandon our quintessence of Chinese culture, which is the precious and excellent cultural essence of our nation. Friends, please take a look at Beijing opera more often to learn about our quintessence of Chinese culture! Don’t let her be ruined in our hands and be a sinner forever! She is really beautiful, beautiful and charming! Postscript: The character “I” related to Peking Opera The wonderful beginning of a word comment in 1960, Premier Zhou once watched Peking opera “Farewell to My Concubine” in Beijing Xinjiekou general political rehearsal. At the beginning of the drama, Liu Bang sent troops to attack Xiang Yu. The ministers advised one after another, but Xiang Yu didn’t listen. The Premier said: one-person talk Hall. Xiang Yu returned to the palace, Yu Ji persuaded again, but Xiang Yu still didn’t listen. Premier said: The head of a family. When it came to Xiang Yu’s isolated army being trapped in the ambush set up, Premier said: nothing can be done. When Yu Ji prepared wine to comfort Xiang Yu, the premier said: an elegan. With the coming of Han soldiers, Yu Ji drew his sword and committed suicide. At the end of the whole play, the premier said again: a crushing defeat. The premier summarized the whole process of Xiang Yu’s failure with only 20 words, which was amazing. “Two” famous masters, four famous masters, four major schools: Mei Lanfang, Cheng Yanqiu, Shang Xiaoyun, Xun Huisheng. Mei Pai’s representative plays: Drunken Concubine, Mu Guiying in charge, goddess scattered flowers, Farewell to My Concubine, life and death hatred. Representative Plays of Cheng school: “Lock in bag”, “Tears of the barren mountain”, “Jade Hairpin”, “Wen Ji returned to Han” Representative Plays of Shang school: “Lost Son and scared mad”, “San Niang taught son”, “Jinshui Bridge”, consort of Han and Ming dynasties the representative plays of Xun school: matchmaker, two you in the Red Mansion, Du Shiniang, Hua tiancuo the first Golden partner in Beijing opera circle: Yu Kuizhi and Li Shengsu. The classic plays they cooperated with include “visiting mother of four Lang”, “Farewell to My Concubine”, “Red River”, “wujiapo”, “Red bristle and fierce horse” and many other excellent plays. Li Shengsu worked on plum-style Tsing Yi, which was pretty, beautiful, round and graceful in tone, sweet and tasteful in singing, stretchy and natural in singing, free and easy to perform, with profound skills and elegant demeanour. Mr. Yu Kuizhi was born to be a piece of material for Beijing Opera because of his good appearance and voice. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. 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Spring night drizzle, fertile mood

The good rain knows the season, and spring happens. It sneaks into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. The continuous spring rain, closely following the valley rain, shows the enchanting posture, irrigates all things eager to moisten, and the wisps of rain gently depict the traces of life, it also enriches my long-drought mood the coming of Gu Yu, the soft rain, the fresh light washed everything in the world, the greedy suction of fresh air, the mood to accept the bath of spring rain, washing away the lead and dust, a soft and clean ripple moistens the dry heart sea. A kind of heart, a kind of intoxication, walking in the rainy night, missing overnight, a kind of tie, pulled by the rain to your window, the rain outside the window, can you hear my call? Light thoughts, light rain, clear Haggard, and drizzle flow into a stream of trickle mind, flashy like shadow, your hardship curled up in the raindrops. Rain is the sigh of the ocean, the tears of the sky, your favorite and my warmth. I like listening to the rain and the sound of rain and sand at night. The sound of rain not only cultivates people’s mood and softens people’s emotions, but also gives poets a relief. Su Shi’s beauty and rainstorm, Jiang Jie’s Yu Meiren, li Qingzhao had a long way to go, and even Li Shangyin said: When you asked about the date of return, when the rain rose in the autumn pool in Bashan Mountain, why did you cut two candles in total, but when it rained in Bashan Mountain at night. Rain is the product of nature. Because of rain, nature becomes vibrant, and because of people and rain, it becomes flesh and blood, and I understand sentimental feelings. Quiet night, stay away from flashy, listen to the intoxicating night rain, create an extraordinary realm for yourself. In this way, I sat alone in the study, with slight loneliness, slight missing and helpless sadness floating in the rain. With a note of dream, you are constantly flashing like a butterfly, as clear as yesterday, somewhat haggard, somewhat lonely, sympathetic to the heart, pulling the heart. I miss the little rose umbrella in the alley, and the poem that you string the rain beads into missing. You say: On rainy days, there are you in my poems, and there are me in your poems. The sound of rain, no tedious disturbance, no passion loss, no need to walk with a mask, only the warm sound of rain, mood, is expanded by your sincerity, filled by your deep feelings. Year and month flow, tired body and mind, it is always difficult to hold on to the continuous footsteps, into the late autumn, sometimes I have to lack the passion of youth, mood is always light, light, I like to look for the artistic conception of the Ancients in Tang Poetry and Song poetry. Every time I spend one day, the annual rings carve my face. When I see the current photos, I can’t find the trace of youth any more. But sometimes I am positive, not afraid of the coming of severe winter, willing to enrich myself with words, and the idea of facing everything calmly will not change. I like the smell of thin Love, which is like a slight sadness. I often feel that it is not strong enough, but I still like it very much. How many years, how many movements have been taken away, and how many vicissitudes and prosperity have been buried? I felt melancholy from the bottom of my heart, and I missed more. Leaning alone in front of the window, the rain drips around me. I hope that the night rain will keep falling. I am willing to listen silently and listen to the desire for love. It is ordinary and pure, as if the rain is closely connected, kiss me, in front of the window of life, I looked at a curtain of deep dreams, which became blue in the drizzle. Tender feelings are like smoke, raindrops are emitted on the delicate lawn, like the green carpet that has just been cleaned. It is fresh, refreshing, comfortable, and cozy to surround the mood and mind. Spring Rain, in the spring, will pull deep feeling, my eyes, chasing every raindrop splash, as lovely petals instantly beautiful, then, will melt into a trickle, lingering intertwined, A spray splashed, which was the smile of countless raindrops. Spring rain endows people with beauty and injects enthusiasm for writing. Facing life, I don’t like to make comments on people and things. That is not my hobby, and so is being a private person, although there is a big thing that has nothing to do with it, it means hanging high. Everything is straightforward and clear, which also makes me quiet a lot. There are always some memories connected with myself when writing and writing in the pen. Although those real, expected, sad, regretful and happy ones are not decorated with flowery words, but it is a true portrayal of my life. I like Su Shi’s feeling of being peaceful in the rain and smoke, and I respect the calmness of moving forward peacefully in the wind and rain. Every time I walk in the rain or look at the rain through the window, this sentence will unconsciously appear in my mind. I like the fine and soft beauty of rain, the wet and moist feeling brought by rain, the faint sentimental feeling in rain, and the thought of indulgence and letting it fly, therefore, the misty rain became the taste of the rain, the taste of romance, the taste of the lonely fragrance, the mood, with the poetic heart, like raindrops floating around. The drizzle is quiet and soft, lingering and drunk with smoke and rain, and the ink fragrance is filled with emotion the words created by poets about connecting with rain will make me intoxicated and like chewing their poetry to enjoy the rain, I like to miss someone in the rain, and I like to recall the heroic appearance of my soldier. I am more accustomed to making a cup of tea on rainy days, sitting silently and looking out in your direction. Perhaps, at this time, you are recalling the alley in the rain by the ancient handwriting, the umbrella you and I once owned, and the romantic warmth in the rain. In rainy days, it makes people feel very soft. When people reach middle age, they still miss some deep and shallow imprints in the rain, making paper from charming days to poetic rain as ink. Some shallow thoughts, written by the rain Silk, like the feeling of rain and soil, are fixed as permanent nostalgia. The rain is flying with rhythm and scattered chapters, leaves and sounds, hazy colors of life, singing my own rhythm. The drizzle touches my pen tip, and also enriches my mood. Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Autumn (selected writers)

Indeed, after the continuous autumn rain, there was a little bit more coolness in the air. Compared with the hot weather the day before, all of them gave me some happiness in return for my fidgety mood. A friend said: seasonal changes will affect people’s mood, and I think so. I prefer the coolness of autumn to the summer that makes people feel too hot to escape. Let alone the harvest in autumn, but in terms of autumn sky, autumn rain, autumn sun and autumn wind, it adds pleasant poetry to my empty heart. Looking at the blue sky as clear as washing, it seems to be higher, bluer and wider than before. A few white clouds float in the calm sky, making people’s hearts more calm; Listening to the rain in autumn, it seems to add some continuous memories to this colorful world. Its coming moistens the Earth, and the soft rain seems to give the Earth a touch of love; Look at the soft sun, warm but not hot, feel every ray of sunshine it shines, in every ray of sunshine it will burst out all kinds of power to promote the rapid growth of all things in the world, until it brought people fruitful results; The autumn wind was more fascinating, warm and affectionate, and the autumn wind mixed with refreshing coolness and slight warmth. It blows away the sweat on people’s foreheads, blows away the messy mood brought by the hot weather, blows away the flowers and plants full of seeds, blows off the leaves that shade and avoid heat in summer, it seems to blow the sadness of the trees, but it makes them have more children who return to their roots. I don’t know if I am destined for autumn? It is still because of the hot summer that I can’t lift my pen. Whenever autumn comes, I always have to take time to calm down and make up for the shortcomings in my heart by words. Whenever I am free, I will always be quiet in the reverie of autumn, indulged in the color of autumn and indulged in the harvest of autumn. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…