"There has always been a Bai Niang in Hangzhou who said nothing. I haven’t seen anyone shoot the theme of Bai Niang. There is no drama comparable to the story of Liang Shanbo Yingtai. Look at other people’s Liang Zhu remakes 10,000 times. There is also a Zhu Yingtai. You Zhejiang people don’t take the initiative to explore this theme. No one has tried it. You are still worried about it."

Blink in an instant
Yes, the story of Bai Niang and Xu Xian. The earliest recorded story is the cautionary tale. Volume 20: The local story of Bai Niang Yong Town Leifeng Tower has always been flowing.
Lady white snake was born in Qingcheng Mountain, Chengdu, Sichuan Province. She is a white snake practitioner who has practiced for thousands of years. She said that lady white snake, the mother brother of Lishan, practiced Taoist magic in Qingcheng Mountain and Emei Mountain. She is beautiful and peerless, with white teeth and a beautiful, elegant and noble world. She is a kind-hearted bodhisattva with a heart and a yellow medicine to help the world and benefit the people.
Lady white snake and Xu Xian met in the West Lake and fell in love at first sight. They tied the knot. The monk Fahai of Jinshan Temple bewitched Xu Xian and his wife. Xu Xian listened to rumors and left home. There was a fight in Jinshan lady white snake Jinshan Soffahai, which caused the water to overflow Jinshan Fahai and forcibly separated them. Twenty years later, the white snake son Xu Shilin won the top prize and Xiaogan moved to heaven. The white snake finally got back to the fairy class.
This story has a great theme.
Love, love, fantasy, fantasy, ethics, ethics, and most importantly, no one has filmed the perfect theme of 361 degrees, so you really should have a palm here.
"awesome"
"Pepe"
"It’s really a boundary gap."
Suluo showed off in an ostentatious manner and picked up a folding fan and shook it. It was very pretentious.
"I have written the theme song everywhere."
He began to sing.
"ah
ah
Beautiful scenery of the West Lake in March. Oh, my God.
Spring rain is like wine, Ruyan Liu.
separated as we are thousands of miles apart
It’s hard to hold hands across the border.
Ten years to build the same boat.
Sleeping together after a hundred years of practice
"
I’m dumbfounded. The director already doesn’t know what to do. That is to say, I’m kneeling in the carefree realm.
"I won’t come in person for the cough drama."
"No, no, we’ll collect the data when we get back. Just give me that song."
"Hey, I’m afraid I won’t give you a chance to meet you thousands of miles away. Now we’re all on the same boat. Who let us have a chance? Take it."
"Oh, thank you so much. I’ll check the progress of the kitchen. You keep looking at the scenery. Let me know if you see any inspiration again."
The old director’s eyes are scattered, so don’t dare to disturb him to watch the rain wander. Now he must be in the period of inspiration. Maybe zj will have plans for the next three years after visiting the West Lake.
Satisfied, the old director took the lead and excused himself, but he could still hear the words drifting away.
"Go to the kitchen to help wash the dishes and see the gap. You guys are far from the realm. When can someone have that realm?"
The precipice is not to wash vegetables, but to find a place to discuss the new drama. I don’t know yet. suluo rolled his eyes and smiled and continued to drink tea and listen to the rain to enjoy the scenery
"Well, you can have this one."
Yuxuan Leng gave a thumbs-up sign.
"What kind of ghost song is it still March? It’s a few months in Ruyan Liu now, and there is no spicy chicken at all."
Xia Hancai won’t give suluo anything nice. It’s customary.
"Then let’s have some artistic conception."
Suluo was angry.
"musical instrument"
"What musical instrument do you want?"
"What’s there to choose from here?"
Soon suluo songs floated in the rain and fog of the West Lake.
"The rain is still falling with a lake of smoke.
Broken bridge silk umbrella missed in black and white.
Who wrote about me in the boat?
An oath is scattered on paper
"
The group of people who said they were going to help the kitchen ran out again, holding their mobile phones far away and recording videos and whispering to each other.
"I told you, another song of inspiration broke out."
"God, what kind of realm is it?"
"Shh, don’t talk. Listen quietly."
The West Lake is not as good as the West Lake at night, and the West Lake is not as good as the rain. The lake is covered with a thin layer of water vapor, which is as hazy as a soft veil. suluo is floating in the West Lake, and the song seems to lift the veil, which makes the West Lake ripple. Looking and listening, I am completely intoxicated in the rain of the West Lake.
"I never say goodbye.
West Lake over and over again
White wings fly away.
Sigh for a day
The rain is still wet for thousands of years.
The lake meets the sky in black and white
Who wrote about me in the boat?
Talk about people and talk about the country.
"
The rain is still falling. It rained in the West Lake from a thousand years ago to today after a thousand years.
The rain has blurred everything and made everything wet. There is your memory, your heart, your love and parting.
Beautiful songs, beautiful artistic conception, beautiful West Lake rain scene, which makes the girls’ eyes blurred.
"What’s the name of this song?"
"Impression of West Lake Rain"
"It’s really nice."