Chapter 792 (1/2)

The women's dancing on the stage did not stop. Their graceful posture and light dancing steps kept changing. Suddenly the lights in the hall darkened, and all kinds of lights and colors crossed the stage. With the change of dancers' dancing posture, the paintings on the wall were quietly changing. For a while, there are green mountains and green forests, and streams are in a hurry. After a while, the sun set in the desert and the Yellow River rolled. For a moment, there is a vast sea, and the waves are far away. In a moment, flowers bloom in spring and a hundred flowers bloom

They are like elves shuttling through the forest, butterflies flying among flowers, and bold grassland children under the lonely smoke of the desert. Every move, every step, will fully bloom their beauty.

The audience had forgotten where they were and their eyes swam with the dancers on the stage.

The light changed slowly, and the melodious sound of the piano gradually slowed down. Finally, the last note fell, and the dancers all stood in an orderly row. The moment the veil fell from the ear, the heavy curtain also slipped heavily, covering the flower like face at a glance.

The crowd had not recovered until now. Suddenly, together with Yang Feng, colorful petals were sprinkled from the top of the stage, the flashing lights gathered again, and the blue on the wall disappeared. A white masked woman landed from the air, and the crystal bead curtain rolled down. Behind the curtain, I vaguely saw a wonderful woman sitting quietly, wearing gauze and playing the piano. The sound of the piano flowed between the rise and fall of her fingertips, either empty or real, and changeable. It was like a quiet stream and dripping spring. Then the water gathered into a gurgling strong current, passed through mountains, reefs and dangerous beaches with tenacious vitality, merged into the surging river and sea, and finally became calm, leaving only a long sound, Like the occasional splash of a fish jumping on the water.

Through the gauze, I saw the woman's fuzzy eyebrows. But those eyes are like Qinghong Qiulan and the ancient moon Qingtan. The blue waves are light and the running water is gurgling. Dark as night, mysterious and profound. The breeze moved slightly, the gauze curtains in front shook slowly like running water, and the halo of pearls inlaid on the surrounding ledges was silent. In such a large hall, only the lingering and low pleasant sound of the strings gently stroked by women could be heard.

Then, the woman's gentle and graceful song sounded. A song ”Butterfly Lovers” is lingering and romantic, sad and resentful. Just like the breeze autumn orchid, pavilion buildings, lovers are reluctant and helpless to part. The whimpering sound of the piano incisively and vividly depicts the sad eyes of the host. Then the spring breeze was full, the whistle was locked, and the woman was forced into a red sedan chair, shedding tears of resentment and helplessness. The hut was hung with bamboo, and the man was lying in bed, sick overnight.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano rises abruptly, and there seems to be a sad, angry and desolate roar in my ears.

On the solitary grave, the woman's face was covered with tears and her wedding dress was broken. Suddenly lightning and thunder, the tomb exploded, and the woman jumped in without hesitation. A pair of butterflies danced in the air and turned into butterflies.

When the last string fell, everyone in the hall was already sad. Suddenly, the gauze on both sides of the stage was opened, and a curl of white fog began to rise on the stage. The picture of white clouds and cranes flying on the wall was suddenly reflected. In a trance, the woman in white who sat playing the piano looked up quietly. The eyes are picturesque, and the smile in the eyes is beautiful. The colorful spinning skirt on her body exudes dazzling brilliance on the dim stage. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and the women's skirts flew like black silk, like relegated immortals in the world, as light as a dream.

The woman suddenly chuckled, and the white clouds and cranes on the wall seemed to start surging. The white fog on the ground gradually rose, and the woman's figure gradually became dim. Finally, the gauze was completely pulled off. When I looked at it, where was the woman in white on the stage? Had it not been for the colorful petals on the ground and the piano stand in the middle of the stage, everyone would have thought that everything just now was a dream. In that dream, a white fairy came by crane and finally left.

On the edge of the cliff, the woman in white stretched her arms, and her skirt danced mistily, like a butterfly fluttering its wings to fly in the peach blossom forest. It was so beautiful that it was difficult to describe. Emperor Qing of the Yuan Dynasty, on the other hand, held a green jade flute and put it on his lips to accompany her. His eyes have been locked on the flying woman, gentle and lingering, love and desolate.

Such a scene is so beautiful that it shocks the world and makes people sad.

How did you win the war? There are such sad programs. However, the soul admits that the dance is really beautiful!

As soon as the climax of the banquet was over, soldiers sent a hasty play, ”emperor, * * * * the emperor's handwritten letter!”