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华灯初上,明月悬空。夜如往常那样寂静,而我却无法入睡,朦胧的意识里有股听戏的冲动。我自小衷情于博大精深的京剧艺术,悠悠二十载
Chinese lanterns early, the moon hung vacant. The night was silent as usual, but I was unable to sleep, and there was an impulse to listen to the drama in my dim consciousness. Since childhood I love in the Peking Opera art, long twenty years