(a) Playmakers in the old society are despised low-class and hard-working; playmakers in the old society are despised low-class and hard-working;
But you do not know that many of them are not trained to be on stage, but as playthings, men and women alike.
On the stage, they are the emperors’ generals, and the talented.
Under the podium, they struggled but were never free from the invisible shackles of the Dalits and were humiliated, oppressed and manipulated.
In order to satisfy the crowd’s irritation, they even have to sing with a real knife and a “life.”
The little boys in the old society who practiced “smuggling” and had to put on little wooden feet and show their toes and their heels were completely emptied; they were acting at a small pace, with their backs tied.
And the following is a microcosm of their blood and tears, and of the boiling history of the land.
I’ve been trying to kill me.
The noise of the Allied Coalition attack on Tianjin is as loud as the drums in the theatre of the city, as if they were to defeat the G-8s with this energy, or simply to block their ears and leave them in the comforting world.
The city is in danger, but it is in the broad and theatres of the southern fence, and it is still a peaceful scene.
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And those who bring with them tea and water, and those who sell snacks and guacamole, and those who sell charades, and travel through them.
The ones who throw the towels, however far they may be, and no matter how far they go from upstairs, are throwing them from the air.
On this evening, 20-year-old Ho Jinshan, who is nervous and nervous, will welcome to the most important stage of his life, the first time he will be the head of the troupe, and the first time he will be in the Red Riding Horse, married to his daughter, Xue Pinggui.
He sings the Big Axes, the last one to show up, and it’s a top priority.
Because it was at night, on both sides of the pillar, someone lifted the torch and showed the next radiant and exciting face. All the viewers are waiting for this moment to see how the new subject’s “Pinggui Xue” looks and feels.
And Ho Zhenshan took a breath, and looked with two eyes, and lifted the curtains. He was only seen in his armor, dressed in white and flogged through his lashes. All sorts of styles, all-powerful, zealous Xue Ping Gui is alive!
Mr. Cheng Jiuqiu and Mr. Yu Zheng Fei are in Red Riang.
A picture of the fall-off of “Desertation.”
Just one look, it’s a “good” word under the stage, with hundreds of viewers in it, and it shakes the mountain. It’s so rare to admire Ho Jinshan’s appearance.
Hu Jinshan knows that from tonight he’ll be famous!
This is the top stage of the city, the garden where Mr. Kang Hee saw the show, where he was able to get a chance to meet him, even if the carp jumped to the Dragon Gate.
Look at the frenzy of the audience under the stage. He lost his father from childhood, had a poor family, had his brother starved to death, had been forced to sell herself to school for seven years and had supported his master for three years after leaving school, thus becoming a free person and entering a famous theatre class.
It’ll be hard tonight, Big Red!
How could it be that, when it came to the fall of “Leave in Peace”, Ho Zhenshan suddenly felt in his belly, saying, “What has your father done to me, after your enemies? It’s like a knife hanging in the belly! In the dark: No, no, no!
And then, Danda’s breath went up again. Ho Jin-shan is scared, but he can’t bring it out, and he’s still sweating. He’s sweating.
The actor who played Wang Bao-Chou immediately noticed something different, but according to the rules of the stage, it was not possible to turn over, and the actor who was on the stage was in trouble, trying to cover up his singing, and did not move on.
But Ho Jinshan couldn’t hold it any longer. It was time to say, “Hey! And then I’ll take a four-word slab. But when he shouted “Aigo” his stomach was going to explode!
Immediately thereafter, a long, loud fart came out, followed by a plume of yellow and white, with a pair of pants rolled down and a boot barrel poured down, and as it moved, it stomped from the boot to the stage.
Ho Jin Santung saw a black, dark one. It’s not over yet. It’s been a while since he’s been sick and stuff in his stomach is coming up and throwing up.
At the time, there was a stench all over the theater.
And when the stand was down, it was chaos, and there was nothing but a cry: “Hey, look! Shen Ping-ho, go down, oh!
Then the tea bowl, the stinking shoes, the fan were thrown from the stage, the curses, the vomiting and the mess.
Ho Jinshan knows, it’s over! He’s got a heart on the stage, he’s in the middle of it, he’s out of control.
In a panic, one of the theater boys came up a few steps, lifted up his clothes on Ho Jinshan’s face and withdrew with him.
The director of the theatre and the troupe head of the troupe ran away, bowing and appeased their guests, but how can I ask for it?
Not tonight, it’ll be the whole pear garden joke: Young Wusheng is throwing up! He Zhenshan has been killed and has since been humiliated.
Ho Jinshan is upset! How can you have such a big accident when you’re so far away?
It’s been a long time since I’ve had my life.
If he didn’t eat anything cold before he went on stage, how come he threw up and down?
It was not until the farce rose from boiling to calming down that the cause of Ho Jinshan became clear. It turns out someone killed himself!
He was invited to join the show a long time ago, but he repeatedly refused, and the boss bought a small housekeeper and put laxatives in his tea. He understood why the tea was so hot that night.
After learning the truth, He Jinshan’s first idea was to avenge those who destroyed him. On balance, there is deep frustration. How can a man who has no right, no power, no power, no power, no power, no power?
It was all the people who laughed at him, mocked him, and avoided him, and the Master of He Jianshan did not abandon him, and he was told to meet him.
On that day, Ho Jinshan came to Master ‘ s house, and a team of young boys, who were practicing, made him feel outraged that these children, known as children, had been beaten up in their studies.
I haven’t seen you in years.
Ho Jinshan kneels before his master. And he did not come out of the atmosphere, and waited for half of it, and his master cried out: “Oh Zhenshan, for decades he taught you the best of your students. I’ve heard about this one too. It’s not you. But if you want to eat this, you have to leave the capital to perform outside; if you want to stay in the capital, you have to leave the stage. I’m sorry.
He’s got tears in his eyes and knows he’s got plans for him. I’m sorry.
“Jingshan, this is your life and your work! I’m sorry.
After the failure, he left the stage and became a chair.
What he did not know was that the opera would be a fate that he would never be able to give up in his life; he was even more surprised that he had met an unexpected man in his “sex play” class.
ii. After Han Xin was stranded and left the stage, he became a chair in Xiaoxiang Shunko, Master.
For 12 years, he was able to take care of his nephew, and he was able to trust him.
At this time, the people’s government is sitting in the middle of a dispute. But what happened out there had nothing to do with him. All he knew was that the Qing Kingdom was gone, but the opera was heard.
He Zhenshan’s requirements are so strict that he does not think he can do anything. For he knows that God does not reward everyone for food, but he who enters the pear garden and is unable to eat it will be miserable for life.
He swayed the vines and went straight to the little boys lying on the bench. These kids shaved their heads, dressed in bamboo cloths, and showed red-marked ass eggs.
Then the middle-aged Ho Jinshan was struck with dignity, and once again he was struck, saying, “Four works! Sing, read, do, fight! Hands, eyes, bodies, hair, steps! You have to work hard to make it work! Do you understand me?”
Today, after more than six months of basic training, this young child is about to start a business as a branch, starting a professional academic and training course.
A group of pigeons flew over the dove whistles, and a handsome little boy watched and his eyes turned. Hu Jinshan understands that the child is fit to play the horn. Instead of pasting a cane, he remembered himself when he was in school.
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The two boys on the right are practicing the horn.
He was only six years old when he was in school, and his mother would not have sold his son to school had it not been for the poverty of his family. In the eyes of ordinary people, learning the play is getting into the bottom of the world, like the Dalits, even after the whores, and never going back in their lives.
Moreover, the admission to school is about to sign a “pornage” and, since then, the owner has returned to life and death, no different from being a slave.
But what Mother Ho Jinshan does not know is that she does not sell her children to a regular theatre class, but rather, in the name of a play, to a rich man to train a “hospital of play.”
Just thinking about it, only one person went into the yard.
The size of the body is low, although it is a man who walks in a twist. His skin was white and smooth, and she had a 70-and-a-eighth female face, especially a pair of eyes, and she was so stingy. The man hasn’t arrived yet. The scent comes first.
Ha Jinshan looks closely, and he’s his own teacher, Kang Juying.
The two were very happy to see each other, and while they were in Kyoto, there were not many opportunities to meet. The Brothers and Brothers Association, which had had its own chills, had asked other teachers to teach for it and had visited a tavern with Kiyoshi.
Ha Zhenshan and Kang Ju-young have a small twist. The two men were sold together to a charlatan who looked like a man. But Li Yuhai, the brother of the elixir, who was in the Kaikka class, thought that Ho Jinshan was a good sapling, and took him away from him as his apprentice.
Since then, two children have embarked on different paths of life. Ho Jinshan is almost a horn, while Kang Ju-Ying distorts his sex and becomes a “brother-in-law” who sells color and drinks.
The way of He Jianshan is created, and the way of Kang Ju-young is established.
After Master Zolin Zhen took him to the Han family’s “Choose of Curtains”, a “conversion” road began.
Unlike the normal pedagogy, the house of the elixir is his own private home and the prodigy is his own.
Kang Ki-young and a group of newly arrived young teachers went into court and learned nothing and were first confined to a large house without sun.
Almost every day, we feed some hard-to-eat staples, and then we feed them with less oil and less salt, regardless of their saturation.
In less than half a month, the boys’ skins began to get better, from rough to fine, from black to yellow.
Next, we started rinsing the skin with soap with goose oil. Another month, the boy’s skin changed from yellow to white, and it was very watery.
Thereafter, each day, the body is fumigated with spices and is taught in cosmetics, which is more relevant than a real woman. At the same time, the elixirs teach their horns to sing and sing, and more to teach women the manner in which they speak and look at their faces.
In less than a few years, the children were raised with white skins and fragrances, and moved on, with a wave of autumn waves, and a desire for a young girl.
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In terms of the time, it’s much better than a normal male.
Kang Ki-young is the most popular of these children, not only in the play, but also in pay, retrofitting, character, etiquette, especially his eyes.
People who know how to play, “The scene is on their faces, the scene on their faces” and the chords of dust are born in the eyes of Kang Ju-Ying.
By the time he was 13, he’d be in the hall. Officials of the city, wealthy businessmen, scribes, etc. have come by name to drink tea in the halls, listen to KANG Ki-young’s songs, and talk to him, even with his hands, to enjoy the soft, gentle and different stimuli of a male-looking husband.
For a few years, Kang Juying has also been the top name of the King’s ranking in the city.
He Jinshan at this time is only a doll that has been temporarily borrowed from the theatre.
Gyeong Ju-young, who sells and doesn’t sell, says that he has not corrupted himself, but that he is better off than usual and is flattered every day. Until one day, all the fantasies are broken.
On that day, Master brought him a wealthy businessman who had ordered a few songs and had been so eager to pour her wine.
It’s a routine job to drink with guests. But then, without a few drinks, I lost my head.
In a trance, he felt only that his master and rich merchants were walking towards the backyard and then lost consciousness.
When he wakes up, it will be too late for him.
Kang Ki-young went crazy and didn’t drink, but his master’s attitude and response made him understand that he was just a plaything and that he was spoiling his money tree.
One foot in the courtyard, and the rest of his life is a piece of shit. Out of the courtroom, nowhere to go, not even alive.
After that, Kang Ki-young secretly decided to find a way to get rid of himself, or if he grew older, he became heavier and lost his charm, then being swept out by his master was the beginning of another tragic life.
At last, he was able to escape from the hall as a servant of a Secretary-General by virtue of his diligence, his rhetoric and his submission.
Saying he was a servant, he was no different from a plaything, but better than being in a courtyard. A few years later, he was finally free to join in a small troupe.
The two of them, speaking of the past, have no right to boast.
Kang Ki-young said, “I’ve got a couple of new ones in my class, and I’d like to ask my seniors to give me some advice. I’m sorry.
Ho Jinshan said yes, but he didn’t think that the teacher’s play was not what he thought.
On the day that the intestines are delivered to the intestines, Ho Jinshan came to a small theatre in the south of the city to observe the performances of the troupe for guidance.
When the show started, he realized that the “Tairai” is a mixed class.
It was only in those two years that mixed-sex classes had been released, and it was not surprising that the teacher was so stylish.
The first few scenes were normal, and when it turned out to be the “Pixen of the Dragons” , the hysteria of Lee Feng’s flower and gold hysteria, wrinkled hips, and a pair of beautiful eyes came out in the fall, drew down the whistle immediately below the stage.
The old man who set the scene was like a hoodlum. First, he said, “I’ll put a seagull in you.” This is even worse.
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The flower doesn’t care about it. She continues to be a slut. There’s a lot of applause under the table, and a lot of strong guys shout. Ho Jinshan sees the frown.
By the time of the final act, the whole scene was full of sudden whistles, people were still on stage and the voices of all the strange cries of good were heard.
When we’re done, the actor goes up to the stage and he’s staring at him. Only the woman who came to the stage was wearing a dress that was so close to the veil, that she was so close in her waist, that if the curves were present, the look was even lighter, and the look of her face was as good as the look of her face under the stage.
It will not be until Ho Jinshan knows when the play begins.
The male audience down there is so drunk. In fact, the girl’s body was completely undiscovered, but the crowd that had been drawn was on fire.
The three people who played Simon Qing, Golden Lotus and Ya Yi Chun-mei said all their jokes on the stage. Daytime debauchery, ugly.
After all the show, even He Jinshan is dry.
He came to the backstage looking for his brother, who said he saw the woman who played Pan-Gin-Lin, sitting in her coat, wearing a cotton coat, a bead and tired of her makeup.
Under the thick fat powder, she looked down, her skin was yellow, and a few pieces covered her eyes.
Ho Jinshan looked at her and cried somehow.
When Kang Ju-young appeared, he whispered, “Ah, my brother, who is also a lost man in the world, and who is from a bitter birth. I’m sorry.
It turns out that the Liu balconies were sold from an early age. The foster parents, on the one hand, found someone to teach her how to play and grow up on the stage, while at the same time allowing her to practice prostitution as a means of earning money. When she was almost 30 years old, she was deprived of her worth, and became free, and ended up in this class.
Ho Jinshan was busy hiding his feelings, saying, “Sir, how can your team clean up these scenes? I’m sorry.
Gian Ju Young-yung smiled: “Brothers, it’s not easy for us to survive, but we don’t care about acting.” (It is only) that they should not eat or sleep in the open, except for the flesh of men and women. But don’t worry, we’re just acting and not doing anything else. I’m sorry.
Then he said, “If you are not well, come to me more.” I’ll tell you if you haven’t married yet I’m sorry.
Kang Ki-young did not know that he had made another legend of his own.
Four, heads down, 16 years later.
In the broad and theatre building of the main fence in the south of the city, a young man, aged about 15 to 6, dressed as a white pony, stood in his eyes and jumped inside. He is about to enter the stage to perform Red Horse and to fulfill his father’s wish.
His name was Ho Jianqian, and his father was the one who had not been able to do so.
It was not the same building at that time, and it burned down soon after Ho Jinshan was on stage.
I don’t know what I’m about to face. The swabs that were swinging when he was taught by his young father, and every argument with his father that his mother had with him when she had opposed the play, passed through the scene.
The rush hit him on the shoulder and returned to the back.
And he took a breath, and the sword strutted and the tiger opened his eyes, and he took the curtains and lashes.
He’s just walking like Xue Pinggui is in the middle of the stage, and there’s a look at the position of Kowloon’s mouth on the right side of the table with the Queen’s vowel.
And a loud cry from below, and the ladies and girls who watched the play threw their rings and necklaces.
Ever since women were able to go to the garden and watch the show, their crazy “show” has become a scene in the theatre.
In the corner, the tear of the eye was wiped away by the shadow of the son’s singing mountain.
He’s a good man for singing Ping-gu. This was followed by a smooth journey and frequent performances in the main theatres of the city.
The father’s wish had been fulfilled and his wish was to make more money for his family.
From the first day of the school, the father explained to him the purpose of the school: first, to preach to the Grand Master; secondly, to find a job for himself; and thirdly, to be fed.
And those who perform the work know one thing: “The crops shall be for thousands of years, and they shall be sold for the rest of the day.” “It’s not too sad to earn more and leave a few industries behind, and not too old to sell.
The best earners are the concerts, the concerts of rich people. It’s much cheaper than in the garden.
But who would have thought that something could happen to the choir.
There was a former Deputy Prime Minister of the National Government who bought a theater in Kyoto at a high price, and wanted to hire a troupe for his birthday. Pay is at least $5,000 or $6,000.
There’s no such thing as a troupe. The games are called “The Palace of Fist”, “The Pond of Wu Jiapo”, “The Princess’s Intoxication” and so on.
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He’s the Grand Sage in The Palace of Distinction.
It’s about a lively, musical and fun scene, and it’s about a feeling of carnival. But it’s not a good show, and there’s a lot of fights in it, and it’s a big test of actors’ physical abilities and skills.
But it’s not the same in Ho-joon, it’s his specialty. He’s been working hard on Sun’s role.
He blended his martial arts skills into a show where he could take the weapon in the hand of his opponent, then play it with a golden stick, then throw it back into the hands of the other.
During the performances, the viewers only saw the air slashers flying back and forth, and when the eyes were dazzling and tense, the weapons were able to return to every actor in the end.
On this day, the happy birthday will be a happy day, and all will be well, and those who are watching the stage will applaud and throw a large set of money on the stage.
But when the monkeys are at the palace, the moths come out.
On board… Mr. Yip is playing Sun Wukong, Mr. Goldman Sachs
And when the host of the Deputy Prime Minister suddenly ran to the stage and the band, and shouted, “Stop! Stop! Stop!” And it will scare the earth and the gods, and the weapons will be left in the presence of the unknown.
“The Prime Minister said you guys played well, especially the monkeys. I’m sorry.
And who knows that he was relieved, and said, “The Prime Minister also said that all of you, who are slashers, are flowers, and have no meaning.” Today, if you can put on a real gun and play this scene again, the Prime Minister will pay you more, or you won’t take any of this! I’m sorry.
How can you say that in your heart, “You old skinny monkey, you want the life of my great lord!” I’m sorry.
The manager of the troupe has to come out and talk to the gods.
“Uncle, the real sword is a real gun, but where are these guys going?” I’m sorry.
“Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. I’m sorry.
As soon as the voice came down, a few servants brought in a lot of people, and He Jinshan had a great deal of trouble.
It’s all real guns! It’s real guys who can kill with a knife.
He looked up to several partners on the stage, who played the role of military generals, all of whom had shown impunity and fear.
Then he looked to the manager of the troupe, and he kneeled on his one knee and fell upon him.
And Ho Jiang gnawed and shouted: “Come on! “Throw out the real thing and the gods will catch up.
The drums were turned back and the knife was fired again.
Ho-joon, with a real iron wand, responded with a spirit of 120,000, looking at his nose, his nose, his mouth, his mouth, his face, and his arms and swords.
When the various weapons in his ear were stinging, he was numb.
He took care of it with his arms and legs. It was a blunt instrument on the leg, but it didn’t hurt the bones; it was a sharp instrument on the arm, and the costume was cut off on the spot and blood spilled out immediately!
Once I see blood, the noises under the stage rise. It’s like this exciting scene ignites the wildness of the viewers and goes, “Well played! Good shot!”
It’s just that the real knife is so bright that it’s flying around on the head and on the neck, and the people under the stage scream even more.
But there’s nothing to hear, nothing but the feeling that time has condensed, and there’s so many weapons surrounded by them. If you don’t notice, you’ll die!
As he nearly lost his temper, he finally finished his last weapon and defeated all the generals. Immediately thereafter, they were held by the monkeys, and the next one was on the flag.
At this moment, everyone standing up and applauding, even the Deputy Prime Minister beat.
In the eyes of the people, what is at this moment is the great Emperor of the sky, the King of 9 Days!
The money given by the Deputy Prime Minister was sent to the stage immediately, but Ho Zheng did everything he could, almost toppled to the ground and was rushed backstage.
It is true that the troupe has won the most money. “The real saint is also.” I’m sorry.
But he knew that his great-grandmother was nothing but the play of a powerful man who was under that table. That was the price of his life. And their play’s life is low in the eyes of men.
But he still cannot imagine that in this troubled world there are more complex and dark things waiting for him.
Five, one man, who was 20 years old, was invited to the theater for a month. Mother and father were happy, and he said, “Let’s sing a song about running the dock, walking through the land. You’ve grown up, you’ll see better. I’m sorry.
The manager of the theatre was polite when Ho Zeng was first in his capacity: “We will certainly have to pull the iron door.” I’m sorry.
The manager smiled and said, “The Laté gate is what we call a show full of people so that the theater can close the door and no longer enter the audience.” @Ambassah: #Jan25 #Jan25
The manager received a visit to Ho and accompanied him to a meal with a faceful Chinese ticketing friend from Shanghai, the press and the military and political circles. It’s only waiting for the next day to get on stage and start the show.
Three days in a row, the play is better than the day, and the seat is sold less than the day.
What’s going on backstage? I’m sorry.
What is the meaning of this? “I come back with my head, and who is offended by the fact that I am not familiar?” I’m sorry.
“Oh, no, I remember. When you came, I ordered you to have dinner at the theater, didn’t you? I’m sorry.
The manager told him that there is a profession called the “selling of seats” in the theater in the city garden.
Such a person is not paid in theatres and earns a share after the arrival of customers.
You didn’t take people like that seriously. Now think about it. Is it really them?
As soon as Gu learned, “The case is unattractive, they can bring in a lot of fans and say they can do whatever they want.” But if they go out and say who doesn’t sing well, it’s bad luck. There’s something more powerful that can lead a gangster into a theater. I’m sorry.
How can a man not bow down under a short roof? There’s nothing we can do about it.
At the table, one of the files smiled and said, “Well, boss, you’re doing this.” Are the four employers famous? Come to the show. If you offend us, he’ll call us no more! I’m sorry.
After dinner, the next performance went well. This wave also made him realize that no one can offend in pear garden. He sings as well as the industry.
A month later, he was touched by a news report in the newspaper: in support of the Great Wall’s resistance, the North Ping community called for funding to donate aircraft for the Great Wall’s resistance, and the pear gardeners responded to the call and actively organized a compulsory play.
Since September 18, many people have been sarcastic about the “businesses don’t know how to hate their country, but they sing what they want”
His father Ho Jinshan, for example, never cared about the situation, thinking that as long as the opera could sing, the world would be peaceful.
However, since the performance of a number of loyal figures, Ho Jian has developed a different idea of the responsibilities of the man and the man. So he went to Gu’s manager and offered to postpone his return to Tokyo.
The manager was very moved and offered to help coordinate the various aspects and to help Ho-joon complete the performance.
The theatre was also widely publicized at the stage of the Oracle, which was full of holes.
The two historical plays of “Kang Wai Baehara” and “Ganning Blanc Cho Camp ” , written with the participation of various actors, explain in large part that the military is responsible for defending the nation, and that the people are equally committed to preserving the integrity of the country and defending the land.
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The show was so generous, the audience was so impeccable, and finally, the show was so generous that it became a big event.
Upon completion of the performance, the manager of the Ho Zeng Trust made a donation of income to the Chamber of Commerce of the city of Kita Ping for the national rescue aircraft and returned to the capital.
When he returned home, he could not wait to tell his father about it. If you don’t think about it, Ho Jinshan says, “You know what the state is, so you concentrate on the show.” I’m sorry.
But he doesn’t think so, because he thinks he’s different from an older artist like his father. His generation, even though it is a lowly, has to take on the task of salvation.
While he was pleased with what he had done, a message came from the Chamber of Commerce: “The book was written, the Chamber received no money!”
He wouldn’t know, but before the money came out of the theater, he was taken away by the manager, and he was taken clean and clean from the top. He doesn’t know, even less, that there are gardens that do this every year. But the money that really comes out of it is very small.
Power loves wealth, and the patriotism of the play is the true picture of that troubled world.
6. Following the change in the twilight of the twilight kiln, the Japanese foot-toe broke the famous vowels of the Kyoto theatre, ending the dream of the millennia woven by the people, and the ancient city fell and the drums of the past stopped.
Japanese soldiers were guarding the gates, and the citizens were afraid to go to the streets, to leave the city, and their families were afraid and the theatres stopped.
No show, no money. It’s still a big deal, and it’s the little actors in the troupe, and life’s a problem.
After some time, the Japanese took the initiative to reopen the theatre and ask the actors to come back to the stage and sing.
Ho Jinshan took a breath and said, “Look, if Japan is bad, he’ll have to let us sing, and if we can sing, we’ll starve.” I’m sorry.
“It’s the Chinese who want to die and the girls who sing to them, they can’t hold up any good shit! I’m sorry.
In a few days, a couple of traitors came to the door to sing “Red Red Horses” on stage, saying what kind of national reconciliation is, “Big East Asia” is, “Big East Asia” is, “Big Anger” is, “Big Anger” is, “Big Anger” is, “Big Anger” is, “Big Anger” is, “Big Anger” is, “Big Anger” is, “Big Anger” is, “Big Anger” is, “Big Anger” is, “Big Anger” is, “Big A.”
“Son, don’t give your face to fight the Imperial Army, and you can’t eat it.” I’m sorry.
Mother Liu Ying was afraid and advised him to deal with the pregnant daughter-in-law for a while. I can’t help it. I can’t breathe.
As a matter of fact, the Japanese brought the actors to the stage, who, on the one hand, stepped up their efforts to check and limit the scenes of patriotism, and, on the other hand, opened the door to “smuggling” and “smuggling”, opening the door to those who were not determined to escape, using newly created reactionary theatres, to quell the spirit of struggle and resistance that had eroded the people’s sense of subdued silence, thus serving the purpose of subjugating them.
He knows he can’t sing these poisonous things to the Japanese, but he can’t get away with it. It is only on the stage, in the mouth of the ancients, that the demons are scolded and the people must not lose hope.
This troupe is about to open at noon, and there’s a drunk Japanese in the background who comes up and plays actresses, and a stinky mouth full of booze turns on actresses.
“I’ll go to your mother’s Japan!” The Japanese were beaten to the ground with three fists.
When you’re done, you calm down and run home. Briefly, let the families move back to their former houses in the countryside and leave the capital themselves.
And Ho Zhenshan looked at his son and was unable to speak. When the Japanese entered the city, he tried to escape the reality by using the play, but the Japanese used sex games to break up the population, so that he realized the Japanese brutality, and so that he knew what his son was saying. He pressed his shoulder and noded his head.
He kneeled before his parents and looked at his daughter-in-law and fled.
VII. Conclusion: When this vengeance broke out of the capital, he came to the rear, joined the rescue, and inspired the public against aggression with the opera “the present.”
The so-called “Hong Confucian” politicians, who are in the social sphere, have long failed to remember the “behavioural morality” that they used to say, and have fallen victim to the Japanese aggressors without shame.
He is a socially inferior and demeaning “actress” who preaches the survival of the Day of Resistance. This is a great irony.
After Japan’s surrender, the politicians changed their faces and came out to brag about their achievements and continued to bully people and do good.
It’s a world of cold.
He has played the historic emperor and has experienced real suffering and seen the power of light on the road.
He knew that such a government, such a politician, would never let China out of the dark. It is even less possible to give dignity to people, especially those like him.
He was waiting for the time that gave the actors due respect, and he knew it was not far away from him.
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Urban, Play and Gender: A Study of Women ‘ s Groups in the Recent Kyingjin Region (1900-1937)
“From the rise and decline of the “richness” to the contribution of traditional science to the development of modern Chinese drama”
“A brief analysis of the Kyoyo opera artist’s resistance to the Kyoto opera” (1931-1945)
Study on the management model of the Beijing Civil Theatre (1840-1937)
” The System of Classroom One and its historical role in the performance of the Kyoto drama: a study of the operational model of the recent Shanghai Theatre “
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La Tekmen: The Shanghai Opera Market around 1930
It’s called “The Story Book.”
” Exploitation and the development of the recent women ‘ s group “
“A test for an impudence act.”
“Shanghai’s Curse and Local Social Control”
“At the end of the night in Beijing as a science class”
“The Change of the Night Story”
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
