梨园,锣鼓喧天。他于四四方方的戏台上,轻抖水袖,曼转身形,只需一漾眼波流转,便带走世间刹那芳华。台下,观众寥寥,鸦雀无声。唱毕,他向着屈指可数的观众,缓缓作了一个揖,然后默默地退下台去。他有些怅然若失。百年梨园,不知见过多少光怪陆离的面孔;小小戏台,不知讲述了多少爱恨离愁。如今,偌大的戏园,门可罗雀,再也看不到那些如痴如醉听戏的面孔。他想起了自己。从小,在爷爷奶奶的熏陶下, Liyuan, percussion noise. His box office on the square, light water sleeves, Man turned shape, just a wave of eye waves, they take the world moment Fanghua. The audience, the audience few, silent. Singing completed, he toward a handful of spectators, slowly made a 揖, and then silently to step down. Some of his disappointments. Pear hundred years, I do not know how many bizarre face I saw; little stage, I do not know how much love and hate to tell about sorrow. Nowadays, the huge opera house, noisy, can no longer see those mesmerizing faces. He remembered himself. Childhood, under the influence of grandparents,