"Lonely boudoir years on credit, spring to spring, doubt is living in the end of the world. Today, when you look at the infinite scenery of the mountain, you will know that spring is rich and musicians are everywhere ... "
Before dawn, I came to the balcony softly and hummed softly. But at the beginning, my sister appeared, covering her ears and looking miserable, as if to say, "Big black goose, big black goose, stop screaming and give me a break." The lovely little flame I was holding went out again.
But I love singing, and I am crazy about Puxian Opera. Finally, at my father's suggestion, I found a secluded place: a small mountain road behind my house, with fewer people and more trees, and the ground was covered with pine needles.
Just after singing Miss Li Banyue's first song in Spring Grass Running to the Moon Hall, I suddenly found an old man behind me. I immediately blushed and spat out my tongue, ready to slip away. At this time, the grandfather "ouch" and fell down. I didn't have time to think about it, so I hurried over to help him.
"Grandpa, what's the matter with you?" "I came out to practice aerobics, but this old bones ..."
I almost laughed out loud. With his age and figure, gee, don't call me stupid, there are people who are more stupid than me!
"Little girl, you sing really well."
How good? Did I hear you right?
"When I was a child, my family was poor and I couldn't afford to go to school, but I also liked going to the theatre ..." Oh, I see.
"Grandpa, you are old, don't practice this young man's work any more, be careful of your health ..." Before I finished, I found that something was wrong with me, but Grandpa didn't seem to care, just saying, "I just retired, I'm still young! After practicing for three years, I have to participate in the competition! "
Three years? Competition? A beam of sunshine shines on grandpa's silver hair through the cracks in the leaves; In my eyes, it seems to be a dazzling flame rising into the sky, rekindling the passion in my heart.
The next day, I got up early, but my grandfather was sweating like a pig. I put on my long-forgotten costume and began to sing: "The hall is fragrant and the Buddha is smiling. Before GV, I prayed silently and blushed ... "I danced with two sleeves, my waist was soft, my figure was graceful, my head was twisted, my mouth was curled, my eyes were picked, my fingers were blue ... The flower of self-confidence slowly bloomed in this smile.
In this way, the beautiful morning passed, and my songs flowed slowly among the trees like a stream, nourishing my heart. Grandpa always looks at me with a smile and nods when he is resting. On this day, when I left, my grandfather suddenly said, "I think you are a miss Li." From your singing, I seem to see a beautiful family with strict family management and never leaving home. It's hard to go out. The spring scenery all over the mountain surprised her and awakened her sleeping youth ... right, little girl? "
"too! Who the hell are you? " After listening to his talk, I was extremely shocked.
"He is a national first-class screenwriter, the screenwriter of Leng Yue in the Golden Temple and Tears in the New Pavilion, and the famous Mr. Zheng Huaixing." I don't know when, my father stood at the other end of the path and said in a clear voice.
"Oh, oh, that you fell that day is ..."
"Acting, acting, or you will scare away a little drama genius, dada ..."
In the morning light, the old man smiled like a Jin Ju. Thanks to this caring drama master, who helped me find the person who lit my life and art!