Wen Pingsheng: Long sentences are second-rate melancholy, which means desolation. Pillow cool mandarin duck pity brocade account, Wu Yun locks jade. Worried, Shuang Yan sneaked into the Milky Way to visit, twice as scared as when he was forced to ask Jade Man about his illness. Wife!

Zhao: Prynne was happy and flustered. Why are you lucky to meet me tonight?

Wen Pingsheng: Prynne is happy and comfortable. Ask Jiao if you have recovered.

Zhao: I'm afraid I won't live long, because I am knurled.

Wen Pingsheng: I am full of difficulties, so I am glad to be forgiven by my wife. Zhao: I dare not complain about Lang's feelings. I know your mother's life will never be forgotten. I only blame evil and disease, but I am not safe.

Wen Pingsheng: The long sentence "Huang Er" is rather bleak, and I am fascinated. You are so charming that you are smiling. What are you going to do now? Spring mountain is full of sorrow and tears, and the wind and rain come to spend well. The wife of a bad karma meets me as a bad karma lang, but it is difficult to find a loving mother. I can only steal resentment and complain about providence in a low voice.

Zhao: I hope to stay young and continue my love. Lang, if you have a mother, you can't make her expect. It rains at night, Lang. You should have been there earlier.

Wen Pingsheng: In the seven sentences, Ban forbeared to listen to cuckoo's cries and complaints, and the sick woman was desolate. I'm afraid to expose my mother. I will not forgive you more. Only for filial piety, there is no intention of cherishing jade and fragrance. Knurled only shilling her to sleep, and then quietly went home.

Zhao: I am used to singing slaves. Don't worry about me. I'm afraid to tell my mother-in-law, which makes me feel more guilty.

Wen Pingsheng: You pity your sick wife. You should have rested a long time ago. Before I sit on the bed with you, I will greet you.

Zhao: Then sing, your son, sitting alone in his pipe dreaming. You are not afraid of coming back late, so this is a good time to say goodbye.

Wen Pingsheng: Too much adagio will definitely be more bitter. You have enough time to worry too much. When you show your fragrance, I embroider the pillow for you, and your wife sleeps peacefully.

Zhao: Only Elsholtzia is a powerful knurling to comfort your husband.

Hu Bugui's Mourning Tomb (Paragraph 1)

Wen Pingsheng: (Flipping) It's bleak and depressing. Hu Bugui. Hu Bugui. Sad people cry like cuckoos. If the world is cold, ask the world. Tears dry into blood, called a good wife. Wife, wife. I shouted a thousand times, but I didn't see you to comfort me. I am afraid of floating red powder. I hate being buried for a long time. Hu Bugui. Hu Bugui. It's cold in the barren forest. The scenery is sad. Desolate and forbear to go home. Protecting flowers cannot melt spring mud. Alas. If I can't see my wife, I am willing to be a fierce ghost in love.

Wen Pingsheng: (white) Oh. Spring peach. You don't have enough milk. Tell me the reason quickly.

Chuntao: (White) Young Master. Poor little milk died for you.

Wen Pingsheng: (White) Hey. (Crying for love) What a nice girl. Wife. Like a bolt from the blue. Hatred is hard to be low. Do you know where it is buried? Can you take me to the grave and cry? Hey, Hu Bugui and Hu Bugui. Too late to see you, I wish I could sleep. I am willing to be a ghost for you. Complaints come from heaven. Hey. I am crying for my wife. The moon is cold and windy. Bleak snow and tears. The sweet soul died tragically. Hate the sea and indulge in it. Unfortunately, you sympathize with your mother every time you rob. Return empty-handed and call back your soul. If the night platform is a sentimental ghost, acacia flowers will be buried together. Blood and tears are hard to soothe. Jiao, the moonlight flowers are so bright. The imaginary circle should be wronged. Cuckoo crows. Flowers bloom and fall, birds sing. Sadness. Yeah, sad. The sacrifice of crying. (knurling quickly) You're dead, and I'm dead, but it hurts. I can't find you. I want to break the coffin and see the beautiful wife's body. (White) The grave of my beloved daughter. (Repeat) (Mouth drum) Wife. I saw you carve a woman's name on a stone tablet; I can see your loneliness and depression. You are my wife when I give birth. Even if I die, I will marry you. I want to express my unchanging feelings. Smash the inscription immediately. Wife. I love you forever. You should learn from this inscription. (knurling) This hatred continues. It will never end.