I was inspired by Mao Buyi’s "Xiang Yu and Concubine"

Besieged on all sides, in the military tent, Yu Ji danced the last sword for King Xiang. "Your Majesty, I am unable to help you break out of this tight siege. I will dance this last sword for you. We will meet again in the next life."

I have been listening to Mao Buyi's "Xiang Yu Yu Ji" repeatedly recently. This song The song is the title song of Glory of Kings, Xiang Yu and Yu Ji Heroes. The beautiful lyrics, coupled with Mao Buyi's eloquent singing, drew me deeply into it. Every word stuck in my heart and was moving. The song also includes dramatic narration, describing Xiang Yu's unparalleled courage and Yu Ji's undying feelings for King Xiang until death.

The story of King Xiang and Concubine Yu has been sung by many people for thousands of years: they are indispensable in operas, movies, and modern pop songs. In my mind, there are Leslie Cheung's "Farewell My Concubine", Mei Lanfang's "Farewell My Concubine", Li Yugang's "Farewell My Concubine", and a dance "Jiangshan Beauty". What really made me start to feel about this story was watching Li Yugang's performance of Yu Ji's sword dance and the parting of the Overlord. That part shocked me deeply. Yu Ji endured the sadness of parting, danced the last sword for King Xiang, and lingered with King Xiang reluctantly, which made people burst into tears. Not long ago, I suddenly heard Mao Buyi's "Xiang Yu and Yu Ji" and started chewing on this story over and over again.

In the long night, there was a lingering sound of mourning, King Xiang slept peacefully in his tent with his clothes on, and Concubine Yu walked out of the tent alone...

"As a woman, how can I do something for you?" Your Majesty, you can't go into battle to fight the enemy, but your Majesty is so worried that the sorrow in my heart is like a river flowing eastward.

Heroes make swords and concubines and make wine, and they sing again even if the wind and rain are fierce

Feather clothes are fluttering, Yu Ji and King Xiang drink up the wine and fight, draw their swords and dance. Yu Ji was very sad in her heart, but in order not to let the king see it, she forced a smile, raised and lowered her sword, her posture was graceful, and she turned thousands of times. Yu Ji's sword revealed her reluctance to leave the king, and she secretly looked at the king with nostalgic eyes countless times. After turning around countless times, King Xiang's eyes were blurred and he clapped his hands and applauded. While King Xiang was not paying attention, Yu Ji put the sword on her neck while turning around. When she turned her head, the sword fell and with a clang, Yu Ji's slender figure slowly fell down... Everything was completely silent. Outside the military tent, it was cool. The wind is blowing, the moonlight is cold...

"If I lose you, what will happen to me if I gain this world!"

Listening to the song "Xiang Yu Yu Ji" over and over again, the lyrics are like one piece The stone is pressing on my chest. I can't imagine how Xiang Wang was surrounded by enemies on all sides at that time, and how complicated his heart was. As a woman, how could Yu Ji have the courage to do this and share the same fate with her loved one? life and death. But the image of the vast blue river with the beautiful figure of Yu Ji standing alone on the bridge in a blue shirt is imprinted in my mind.

"The king is exhausted, how can I survive this humble concubine!"

It seems that I have been immersed in this thousand years of history and do not want to wake up. I ignore the real life and go to Looking for Yu Ji and King Xiang in the torrent of history.

Those who are deeply in love will eventually meet again, and they will never let go after thousands of years of annihilation. I don’t know whether this story is true or not. I only know that a thousand years have passed and King Xiang has gone away. Concubine Yu has also gone away, leaving only the poppies blooming everywhere... I want to look for their traces in this world, but I don’t know where to find them. .

Strengthening the mountains and overwhelming the world,

I will live and die with the king without regrets.

You and he wrote about the eternal life, is that bright poppy a keepsake left by you?

Where can I seek that deep love now?