Kunqu Opera Peony Pavilion singing lyrics explanation, what are the classic singing segments of Kunq

1. [Soap robe].It turned out that the purple and red were all over the place, and they all seemed to be paid to the broken wells.

The beautiful scenery of the good day is the day, and the courtyard is happy.

Flying towards the twilight roll, the clouds are cuixuan.

The rain and the wind are sheets, and the smoke waves paint the boat.

Jinping people, look at this Shaoguang cheap.

2, [Good Sister].The green mountains are crying red cuckoos, and the tea is outside.

The tobacco is drunk and soft, and the peony is good.

How did he take the lead in the spring return, and he was idle.

Listen to the sound of the swallow as clear as the sky, and listen to the sound of the warbler.

Brief introduction. "The Peony Pavilion" is the representative work of the Ming Dynasty playwright Tang Xianzu, describing the love story of Du Liniang and Liu Mengmei, reflecting the pursuit of free love life by young men and women. Once the show came out, it had many legendary effects.

It is recorded that a young girl at that time was so moved after reading his play that she "died of anger"; and a female singer in Hangzhou was emotional when she played "Dreaming" and died on stage.

"The Peony Pavilion" describes the story of Du Liniang, the daughter of the official family, who fell in love with Liu Mengmei, a scholar in her dreams, and died of injuries, turned into a soul to find her lover in reality, fell in love with people and ghosts, and finally came back to life, and finally married Liu Mengmei forever.

The classic singing passages of the Kunqu Opera Peony Pavilion are as follows:

Traveling around the ground: Dreams go back to the warbler, the chaotic years are all over, and people stand in a small courtyard and a deep courtyard. Inject all the smoke, throw away the residual embroidery thread, and this spring is like last year?

Step by step: The silk blows to the idle courtyard, swaying spring like a line. Stop for a long time.

didn't steal half of the Linghua, and the colorful clouds were off. How can I show my whole body in the boudoir.

Drunk and returned: You Dao Cuisheng gave birth to the skirt of Qian, and the bright crystal hairpin eight treasures. Do you know that my lifelong hobby is natural? Just three springs are good and no one can see them, and if you don't watch out for the noise of sinking fish and geese and birds, you will be afraid of the shy flowers and the moon flowers trembling.

Soap robe. It turns out that the purple and red are all over the place, like this, they are all paid with broken wells, and the beautiful scenery of good days is what a day, and the courtyard is happy. Flying in the morning and twilight, clouds and clouds, rain and wind, smoke and waves painting boats, Jinping people look at this Shaoguang cheap.

Good sister: The cuckoos are red all over the green mountains, the smoke outside the tulip is drunk and soft, and the bright banquet peony is good, how can it take the lead in the spring? Idle and contemplative, the words of the Wusheng Shengyan are as clear as clipping, and the sound of the warbler is slippery.

Epilogue: The lack of observation is limited by him, and it is in vain to enjoy the twelve pavilions, but it is better to go home and have a leisurely time.

Hillside sheep. There is no chaos in the spring, and there are resentments in the ground. It is my little Chanjuan.

Choose a famous door, a case of immortals. Very good fate, throw away the youth! Who will see my sleep? So he was shy. Who do you want to dream of, and the spring is dark? Postponement, this is the heart of the words? Drowning, splashing the remnants, except for asking the sky.

Mountain peach: It is like a beautiful flower for you, like a year of water. It's the answer to look all over the place, and to pity himself in the boudoir. Before turning the peony bar, it was close to the edge of the lake and mountain. And you loosen the collar buttons, the clothes are wide, and the sleeves are slightly rubbed with your teeth, and you will be patient and warm.

A sleep. It's where we have met, and we look at each other, is it true that there is no word about this benefit?

This moment is convenient for people, and the grass sleeps through flowers. Then the clouds are pointed, and the red pine is green. Seeing that you are cheating on each other, you are slow to fight, and you can't wait for the flesh to be clumped into pieces, and it will be fresh in the rouge rain under the sun.

Cotton wadding: rain and fragrant clouds, only to the side of the dream. Helpless.

It is inconvenient to wake up the screen window to sleep. Splash fresh cold sweat sticky frying, flash my heart leisurely, soft and biased. Don't fight for a lot of effort, who is sitting up? then go to sleep.

Epilogue: Sleepy spring heart, tired of traveling, and don't ask to see Xun lure to sleep, spring Jing Bu Yinna, and the dream is not far away.

Lyrics : Kiyohiko.

Chiling. Composer: Li Jianheng.

Arranger: He Tiancheng.

Lyrics Copywriter: Kiyohiko.

Singing Backing vocals: hita

Kunqu Nianbai: Zhu Hong.

Mixing: He Tiancheng.

Erhu: Love.

Dizi: Flute Nerd Prisoner Cow.

The play folds and the water sleeves rise and fall.

Singing sorrows, joys, and joys has nothing to do with me.

The fan opens and closes, and the gongs and drums sound silently.

Outsiders in the play, who said.

It is customary to integrate joy, anger and sorrow into the powder.

What about the old words, singing and wearing, the white bones and blue ashes are all me.

In troubled times, duckweed endured to watch the beacon fire burn mountains and rivers.

A humble and humble defender dares to forget the country, even if no one knows me.

The people in the audience walked by and did not see the old color.

The people on the stage sang a heartbreak parting song.

Love words are difficult to fall into ink, and she sings with blood.

The curtain rises and the curtain falls, who is the guest.

Yes. Kunqu Bai).

Li Xiangjun: I regret it seriously, I look back at the illusion, who is ...... on the other sideThe play folds and the water sleeves rise and fall.

Singing sorrows, joys, and joys has nothing to do with me.

The fan opens and closes, and the gongs and drums sound silently.

Outside the play who said.

It is customary to hide joy, anger and sorrow in the powder.

What about the old words, singing and wearing, the white bones and blue ashes are all me.

In troubled times, duckweed endured to watch the beacon fire burn mountains and rivers.

I dare not forget my country, even if no one knows me.

The people in the audience walked by and did not see the old color.

The people on the stage sang a heartbreak parting song.

Love words are difficult to fall into ink, and she sings with blood.

The curtain rises and the curtain ends, and the guest is the end.

You sing and I'll appear.

Don't laugh at the wind and moon play, don't laugh at people's absurdity.

I also asked Qinghuang and sang sonorously about the rise and fall of this shortage.

The Tao is ruthless, the Tao is affectionate, how to think.

The Tao is ruthless, the Tao is affectionate, and it is difficult to think about it.