Tears of Huangshan, 2015
How can it be so dead! She picked up the only knife in her home and escaped! Barren hills, perhaps pouring rain, perhaps the cold biting. She had no choice but to rush to the end of the end, looking for her dead family, I hope she had a happy warm, hoping that the luxury of freedom, she fled! Burn the last moment of life, into the desolate desolate light.
"I am not like to fight a prayer to heaven, heaven na! May the world from the future forever peace." 1931 the beginning of the eighth day of the twelfth lunar January Yanqiu singing "barren hills", at that time is what its avant-garde. Because this play, no gorgeous costume, no successful ending, only Tolerance complained a touch of tears. Today, the reorganization of the play, is to pay tribute to the traditional, but also think about the contemporary spirit of the spirit of the school.