一太阳还躲在树后面,光芒却穿过树叶,吓醒了一众尘埃。昔年热闹无比的戏台如今爬满了蛛丝,角落处长着几朵淡黄的蘑菇。戏台上的她小心翼翼地端了身子,掐着兰花指,刚吊的凤眼微微一挑:“剩魄残魂无伴伙,时人指笑何须躲。旧恨填胸一笔抹,遇酒逢歌,随处留皆可。”她仿佛看见台下人影幢幢,旁边是扬起的水袖。“阿戏,阿戏。”戏台下的老人瞪着浑浊的眼,对着戏台落下泪来。 The sun still hides behind the trees, but the light passes through the leaves and wakes up the dust. The lively stage of the past year is now covered with spider silk, and there are several yellowish mushrooms growing in the corners. On the stage, she carefully put her body to the side and looked at the orchids. She just picked the water hyacinth and picked it up slightly: “The rest of the soul is no companion, when the person smiles and hides. Every song can be left everywhere.” She seemed to see the silhouette of the underside of the audience, next to the raised sleeves. “Ah Ah, Ah Ah.” The old man under the stage looked at the muddy eyes and shed tears at the stage.