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“书房门前一支梅，树上鸟儿对打对……” "There is a plum in front of the study door, and the birds in the tree are right..." 婉转，悠扬——我这样形容它。别不相信自己的耳朵。没错，就是它——戏曲。 Gentle, melodious - I describe it like this. Don't believe your ears. Yes, it is opera. 也许你会笑我喜欢它。“戏曲？不会吧？你也太土啦。现在哪儿还有人听这个啊！”原本，我也是这样想的。但我今天才发现了真正的它，然后，喜欢上了它。你听见了吗？它在诉说。诉说着千古的绝唱，诉说着永恒的经典，诉说着世界的惊叹。我想，它需要听众，我愿意听它诉说，用心。 Maybe you'll laugh I like it. "Opera? It can't be true? You are too earthy. No one else listens to this now! " Originally, I thought so. But I found the real one today, and then I fell in love with it. Do you hear me? It's telling. Telling the eternal masterpiece, telling the eternal classic, telling the wonder of the world. I think it needs an audience, and I'm willing to listen to it. 第一次真正打动我的戏曲是它。那浓烈的依依不舍之情溢于言表。无数次的暗示，而那木头脑袋又屡敲不响，无奈于伤心离别。那颗心是火热的。我能感觉，我能触碰得到。而那股莫名的感动便也就通过我的指尖刺激了神经。 | 
