马莉,是朵盛开在中州剧坛的鲜花。那娇艳的花瓣上,闪耀着春晖的露珠,是辛勤汗水的结晶,可她不是牡丹,无忧无虑地如期绽放天姿国色;也不是月季,月月笑露红颜不断。她是一株历经风雪的腊梅,在坎坷的艺术道路上。度过了三十个不平常的春秋……马莉出生在河南禹州市,她是迎着共和国诞生的礼炮声。迈进了学校的大门。一次偶然的机会,妈妈把爱唱歌的女儿带进了戏院,面对艺术殿堂那神秘的色彩,奇妙的光环、动听的乐曲,她被征服了。从此,在天资聪颖性格内向的幼小心灵里,埋下了向往艺术的种子,睡梦堕她不知把妈妈唱醉多少回,还天真地问妈妈:“我为啥做梦总是唱戏呀?” Mary, is a blossoming flower in Zhongzhou theater. That beautiful petals, shining Chunhui dew, is the crystallization of hard sweat, but she is not a peony, carefree manner as scheduled bloom Tian Tian nationality; nor is it a rose, Moonlight laughter. She is a snowy bloom, in the rough art of the road. Thirty unusual Spring and Autumn Anniversary ... Mary was born in Yuzhou City, Henan Province, she is greeting the birth of the Republic gunan sound. Into the school’s door. By chance, my mom brought the daughter who loved singing into the theater. She was conquered in the mysterious colors, fantastic aura and melodious music in the palace of the arts. From then on, in the introverted nature of a bright and talented personality, she buried the seeds of her longing for art. She fell asleep. She did not know how many times her mother sang it. She also asked her mother naively: "Why do I always sing?