乱云不收,残霞妆就。近黄昏,锣鼓声歇了,人群散了,伶人都沐着夕阳整理旧戏服。朱红的方帕,五色的流苏络子,微微发光的玉篦,还有从梁上悬下来的赤色珠帘。这是极其富丽堂皇的戏楼。好梦惊觉百十里街衢整齐,万余家楼阁参差,如今是太平盛世。伶人们说笑着,洇染着檀木盒里新碾的胭脂。如此,月斜风细,其乐融融。霎时间,宁静被打破,只见一个年轻女子怒气冲冲地摔了手中的一面银镜,旁边有同伴拉她,“昆玉,别为这点子小事伤了和气。”这女子甩开她的手,怒气 Chaotic clouds do not charge, residual Xia makeup on. Near dusk, gongs and sound break, the crowd was dispersed, the actors are all the sunset finishing old costumes. Vermilion square, colored tassel network, slightly glowing jade grate, as well as hanging from the beam of red beads curtain. This is an extremely magnificent theater. Dreams shocked Bai Shili Street Qu neatly, more than 10,000 pavilions, now is peaceful. Ling people are laughing, 洇 dyed sandalwood box with a new grind rouge. So, the moon oblique wind, enjoyable. All of a sudden, the quiet was broken, I saw a young woman angrily fell his hand silver mirror, next to a companion to pull her, “Kun Yu, do not get hurt for this trivial minor.” "The woman throw off her Hand, anger