cycle of songs in a traditional opera
cycle of songs in a traditional opera
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Wang Tingxiu
Butterfly child in the LV】 【
Do not complain
Silver candle high fever, painting floor, according to the month before children, before the shadows of flowers rocked Xiulian. Ping leisure, mandarin duck left quilt, dreams like the rain in early sleep. Sleep for the early elimination when the fragrant perspiration, more nakan embroidered curtain in the cold.
Bead on a drunken spring】 【Ding Yu Wang, Jin Hong furnace nada Xiao Luan purple clouds off the sound. During that mad, angry, sad million after several gloomy and together have to.
Celebration】 【Begonia exposed moist fat, the cream of the Indus pressure drop. Gold Wind Xixi, Yulu Diminshing. Cloud Bai Yanfei, build cold cricket side called. Tim lonely dead of night, people from the more labor to teach the heart of man Rang. Wang youthful eyes, buried Chu Yun Xiu, waves from the Blue Bridge.
December】 【heavy Minghe Jiaojiao night, faint Cancanmujing Diminshing, low short and curtain screen Jing Qiao, Leng Qingqing good night far-ranging. Valentine went sickly nausea, acute and hard to rub fried fried Xinyang.
Yao folk】 【Yes, worry about the rain drops off the little children Bibibobu Hong Xi throwing banana, you see that Wu Ye children were rolling under the floating yo Bridge to sway were numerous. See a Suniao Intuit birds make the law legal 忽忽 flute shimmering strings too fancy, feel the tears of children dip dripping wet Luk Luk shark flapping Pususuwen raw silk. Tonight, tonight can not sleep and, after injuries arms.
Shua Haier】 【faint light the first candle according to Silver, thin shadow solitary front, How can we help teach people to self-measure, anxious eyes hard to make fried frying industry. Virtual fluttering soul fell in love with a dream pillow Hu Die, smiling happy couple rejoicing pay. Lovelorn difficult to health care, closing the rain clouds break, scattered Hunxiao soul.
【End】 afraid that knock Ji Ding pendant iron railings, the spirit that is fading sickly, never more than a good thing upside down, took a deep sigh of a good short to me is not the dawn.
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