?"Cai Wenji" is a five-act historical drama created by Mr. Guo Moruo for Beijing People's Art Theater in 1959. The plot mainly describes the ups and downs of Cai Wenji, a talented woman of the Eastern Han Dynasty more than 2,000 years ago. Guo Moruo successfully created the image of Cai Wenji in the play with his majestic momentum and romantic sentiment, and at the same time gave a new interpretation of Cao Cao.
Cai Wenji, named Yan, was the daughter of Cai Yong, a famous scholar in the Eastern Han Dynasty. She was erudite, good at music, and skilled in calligraphy. She was a female poet known for her talent. During the Xingping period of the Han Dynasty, the world was in chaos. Cai Wenji joined the Huns and became Princess Zuoxian. During the twelve years of Hu's reign, she gave birth to a son and a daughter. In the eighth year of Jian'an, Cao Cao sent an envoy to redeem Cai Wenji and return to the Han Dynasty. Faced with the conflict between the great cause of the country and the family relationship between her children, she experienced another heartbreaking pain in her life, and finally embarked on the road of return resolutely.
Cast list:
Huang Meiju as Cai Wenji
Qiu Qiaofang as Zuo Xianwang
Liu Zhixia as Dong Si
Jin Yi as Si Niang
Wu Yuemin as Gu Tu
Yu Qiaoping as old grandmother
Solo singer: Wang Fang
Selected lyrics:
Chorus: In troubled times, we have no destination, our homes are broken, and our blood and tears have dried up.
Dong Si: The old mentor died unjustly and left a legacy of regret, and his beautiful articles were lost in smoke. He left a copy of this score in prison, and he wants you to remember never to betray this Jiaowei Qin. It's just a piece of cake, it's clearly intended to pass on this moral article to future generations. You inherited your father's teachings and are extremely smart. Who else can inherit your legacy and shoulder the important responsibilities?
Chorus: Thousands of miles of frost on the horse's back, stuffed with beard and blown with blood. Nightmares are haunted by camel shadows every night, and wild geese are flying around the countryside.
Cai Wenji: At dusk, the sky is low, Hu Fenghao is low, and the homeland is thousands of miles away. The vast desert is full of sad and decaying grass, and the vast yellow sand is wrapped in jingle. In the past few months, I have been living in exile on the Yinshan Road, and I only see iron armor and bows and knives. I would lie in a felt tent at night and hear the howling of wolves, and my meals would be full of fishy meat and bloody hair. I can't eat or sleep, my body and mind are haggard and I shed tears.
King Zuo Xian: I heard the sound of the piano again, and the sounds of nature tapped on my chest. The night is dim and my mind is clear, and the three thousand military tents are silent. It's ridiculous that I, a hero with gold and iron, want to learn from the Han family tonight. The tents were filled with flowers, and a golden room was arranged to welcome the bride.
Chorus: The drooping eyebrows make her appearance more beautiful, and the plain clothes and filial piety can't hide the light shining in the dome.
Chorus: The graceful Yan Yuan gathers with the Western Qiang, and the water of the E'e River is high in the mountains. There is a long way of saying that father comes and mother comes together, so sad and sorrowful.
King Zuo Xian: The pen moves like a dragon, a snake, and the ink flow smoothly, and the seamless continuation of the chapter continues. I only thought that she looked like a flower, but I didn't think that she was the most beautiful in talent. It's hard to find it all over the world, but the grassland is lucky enough to hide the pearl.
Cai Wenji: This poem was written by Empress Zhaojun, but the ink was left by her late father. The Han Dynasty was in danger and storms were coming, and natural and man-made disasters were all over China. My late father had no power to recover from his hatred, so he could only write down his grief and anger. Unexpectedly, an innocent man was murdered and thrown into prison with shackles. It's a pity that he is so humiliating and dirty, I just want to leave the rest of his life to revise the Han Dynasty. Heaven does not bless the virtuous and the good, but they end up harboring resentment and being buried in the barren hills with their grievances. The country is ruined and the family is ruined with no way out, just like a lonely boat with its cable cut off. A little bit of blood and tears stained the sleeves of the shirt, but there was no room for a woman to shed them on the vast earth. This body is already meat on the anvil, and there is no need to live or die. I don't have anything for the rest of my life after the disaster, I just want to pay off my late father's legacy.
King Zuo Xian: She is full of sorrow and hatred, and she has gone through many hardships and never gives up. His talent, character and appearance are rare in the world, as if he has only been dreaming about in his life. Miss Wenji, don’t look back at the sad past, let the wind sweep away the sorrow. There is no way to go. This grassland is vast and the sky is high. It is easy to travel. I will hand the calligraphy treasure into your hands in exchange for your heart. You and I are getting married tonight, and we hope that we will fly together and grow old together.
King Zuo Xian: Using secret tricks on a weak woman is nothing like the eagle of the grassland and the king of the desert. You come out of the big tent with me immediately, so there is no way to walk away the bride on a night of flowers and candles. You stay here and wait for dawn, while I sleep on the carpet and you sleep on the bed.
Chorus: Run away, run away, run away...
Cai Wenji: The mother and daughter escaped from the trap in the middle of the night, the wind was strong and the snow was vast, the cold current was strong and the Taoist priest was sobbing, which was even more desolate. Yue Heitian staggered with low steps, not knowing where to return.
Si? Niang: As long as San Cun Qi continues, I will never leave my body in a foreign country. Help the girl to move forward,
Chorus: The dawn will make you feel that the snow is longer.
Old Granny: Maybe he is sexually violent and has little moral education. He was originally a courageous and courageous person from ancient times. If you are bloody, you dare to jump into a pit of fire, and when you see an uneven road, you will draw your sword. If you hate, you will hate until the end of time, and if you love, you will love until the sea is dry and the stone is scorched.
As time goes by, I know that the land of barbarians is not barren.
Cai Wenji: After all, it’s the sound of a foreign land in the desert.
Old Granny: Be sincere and have close friends everywhere in a foreign country.
Cai Wenji: I just want to find my way back.
Old Granny: How can I escape after traveling thousands of miles away? Han Yueming's hometown is good, and the scenery of Hu Land is also enchanting. Look at how beautiful the snow lotuses are on the ridge. Why go to Luoyang Bridge to return to the clan?
Cai Wenji: Holding a jade whip in her hand, she sheds tears of joy and sorrow. Could it be that the empress came to protect me, and I survived the desperate situation and surrendered to my motherland? Holding the whip to mount the horse, shaking the reins, waving the whip to urge the saddle, but feeling sad. For months, I have been thinking about running away and leaving, but when it comes to leaving, I feel a strange feeling in my heart. How many unforgettable nights and days have been spent in the felt tent, and how many melodious sounds of the piano have been left on the grassland. In the past, the stench was everywhere when I looked up, but now it's hard to take my eyes away. The setting sun is half-set behind the snow-capped mountains, and there is a bullfight in the lonely smoke in the desert. The camel's hump carries the colorful clouds away, and the red makeup wraps up the whole autumn. Saying goodbye and no longer looking back, the wild geese from the south rush to the north. I think of the wind and rain in the Central Plains, and the endless beacon fire. Mountains and rivers are shattered, homes are reduced to nothing, and there is nowhere to stay. Who is playing the Hujia again?
Singing together: There is music on the grassland.
King Zuo Xian: Her heart is as dry as a dry well, but there is still a clear spring flowing in her heart.
I just think it looks like
Cai Wenji: He is a rough warrior and has a rough nature, but he still has a bit of softness in his toughness.
King Zuo Xian: I asked him to play the piano, and I
When we met for the first time, on the night of flowers and candles, I swallowed the medicinal wine.
Cai Wenji:? He asked me to play the piano,? Him
King Zuo Xian: I always wait at the cemetery with devotion,
Cai Wenji: He never treated the fugitives Move my finger.
King Zuo Xian: I will bear the pain to arrange for the return of the gift,
Cai Wenji: The horse will send me to prison.
King Zuo Xian: Looking back in detail,
Cai Wenji: He kept me with his true feelings.
King Zuo Xian: Facing a fierce woman is very difficult, so don’t force yourself if you don’t have a chance in this life.
Chorus: The mouth asks the heart, the heart asks the mouth, should I leave or should I stay.
Chorus: Han Yueming’s hometown is wonderful, and the scenery of Hu Land is also enchanting. Look at how beautiful the snow lotuses are on the ridge. Why go to Luoyang Bridge to return to the clan?
Gu Tu: Riding the wind and riding out of the felt tent, mother and son go hunting and enjoy the spring scenery. The golden whip shatters the morning fog, and the powerful crossbow shoots down the frost. My father taught me how to bow and horse, and my grandmother taught me how to read Huazhang. The side wind Hu Yue has been with me forever. Since ancient times, heroes have been young men. Suddenly I heard the sound of geese in the sky, and I opened my bow to test the edge of the full moon.
Cai Wenji: The grass is fertile and the water is beautiful under the Yin Mountains of Chilechuan. The pastoral songs rise from the mountains and hundreds of birds fly back. The blue sky is high, the green fields are wide, the sound of horse hooves is crisp, the mountain breeze is warm and the sun is shining brightly in spring. Twelve years passed by like water, and the daughter of the Han family became Princess Hu. She gave birth to a pair of innocent and handsome children, who were in love with the prince and became a husband and wife. Only that wisp of nostalgia is buried in my belly, and the most unforgettable sight is Luoyang Peony Hometown Plum. Mu Hu, Feng, Han and Yue are both drunk together, just like a glass of wine that will never dry up. I composed a new Hujia song last night. When it blows, I wish to chase the colorful clouds back.
Cai Wenji: The tea of ??the Han family and the breasts of the Huns came to my chest on a whim. Water and breast intercourse merge together, who can guess the taste. Since it is neither tea nor milk, why not combine the two words milk tea.
Cai Wenji: Who traveled thousands of miles from the frontier fortress?
Chorus: I was immediately shocked and stunned.
Dong Si: After you and I were separated that year, we went through many hardships and surrendered to the Ming Lord. Prime Minister Cao raised his hand to the sky and put an end to the war. Yanwu is studying and reminiscing about his old days, and I hope you will inherit your father's ambition and revise the Han Dynasty. I was ordered to travel thousands of miles to the frontier to welcome the virtuous girl back to China.
Cai Wenji: King Zuoxian is the leader among the prairie eagles, with first-class character and talent. He was sincerely seeking a wife, and he and I respected each other and loved each other and got married. It is ridiculous to condescend to marry someone, and it is disrespectful to be condescending. If you think you will save me out of compassion, you should horse up and turn around as soon as possible.
Cai Wenji: Weeping blood, she pulled her husband with her heart, and her heart was cut like a knife. I will never forget that I was almost killed in the rebel army, and the prince expressed his sympathy and raised his hand. After several interactions, you treated each other sincerely, and your love was revealed in this cemetery. Hada held my love, and I stayed without hesitation. We have been together for twelve years, loving each other deeply. In the past twelve years, I have become accustomed to drinking mutton tea and mare's milk, and I have become accustomed to seeing the northern flowers blooming with snow. I originally wanted to stay outside the Great Wall for the rest of my life, but I never knew that my love for my home country and my hometown would haunt me. How many times have I dreamed of going back to my hometown to worship the moon of Han Dynasty? How many times have I looked across the cloudy mountains and looked forward to the return of the wild geese. It is difficult to repay the debt of homesickness with fine clothes and fine food, and the call of the motherland is like spring thunder exploding in the chest. I can't let go of the kindness and love of my husband and wife, and I can't cut off the flesh and blood feelings between my son and my daughter.
The past three days have been heartbreaking and soul-crushing. How can I decide whether to stay or go? I hate that Heaven wants to separate the Hu and Han territories, where are the bones buried in green tombs?
Chorus: A heart is broken into thousands of pieces, and the sound of broken strings eliminates all thoughts.
King Zuo Xian: She was so overcome with emotion holding the manuscript in her hand that she almost spat out the word "return".
Dong Si: Looking forward to the frontier fortress with enthusiasm, it is difficult to remove the hairpin on the skirt of the Han moon.
Cai Wenji: The motherland is as heavy as a mountain, the flesh and blood love is like the sea, and we are haunted by life and death.
King Zuo Xian: If you give up the love in your heart now, Hong Fei will never come back again.
Dong? Si: A bright pearl remains outside the Great Wall, and grand plans and wishes turn into dust.
Cai Wenji: Difficulties are difficult, fate is unpredictable and difficult to control, pain is painful, liver and intestines are broken and difficult to open.
Chorus: Whether to return to the Central Plains or stay outside the Great Wall,
Cai Wenji: Hate hate hate, I wish I could split my body and mind in pain.
King Zuo Xian: The heartbreaking words are like a heavy whip, lashing my chest with every word. If Yan's family is forced to stay, Hu Han Tianyu will be cast into a haze. Wen Ji has been burdened with debts throughout her life, and it is difficult to bury her regrets in the loess. Let it go. With great sorrow and patience, I will make a decision with the Yan family. Wenji, don’t waver in hesitation anymore, the mess must be cut quickly. It is difficult for Xiudao couples to part ways with each other, and they will inevitably separate after judging the time. You return to Sangzi to worship the moon of Han Dynasty, inherit your father's ambition and show your talents. If the debt of love is not settled in this life, we will be lucky enough to be together again in the next life.
Cai Wenji: Your Majesty, my wonderful husband, a strong-blooded man with a heroic spirit and a touching sense of integrity. The red rope cannot bear the sharp edge of the knife, and the loving couple cannot bear to be separated and will eventually separate. The feeling of leaving me today is still there, and my true love will accompany you to the fountain. Farewell today, my love is still there, finely cutting the breeze and white clouds for you. Today, my heart is still parting, and the ice heart turns into a snow lotus. Farewell now, my soul is still there, and it always comes to your dreams with the moon and camel bells over there. Gu Tu'er, for my mother's sake, I can no longer tie my son's crown and belt, and I can no longer cut my son's clothes. I can no longer revise poems and prose for my son, and I can no longer set up a piano table for my son. After the mother passed away, the son stopped slacking off in bowing, horsemanship, poetry and writing, and imitated his father's heroic spirit and worked hard to become a talented person at an early age. I carried the letter with me when I traveled thousands of miles, and I smiled in my dream of missing you for my mother.
Chorus: Hu Jia dreams of Tong Qin soul, the music is unforgettable. Guanshan is roaring for thousands of miles, and Hu Feng and Han Yue are sentimental through the ages.