黄梅戏小辞店我在这家店里找到了黄梅戏的灵魂
在我走进这家小辞店的时候，老板娘 greeted me with a warm smile. "Welcome to my humble abode," she said, her voice like honey and tea. I felt immediately at ease, surrounded by the soft glow of lanterns and the scent of old books.
The shop was called Yellow Plum Opera Small Diction Store, or 黄梅戏小辞店 in Chinese. It was a place where one could find all sorts of treasures related to Yellow Plum Opera, a traditional form of Chinese theater that originated in Hubei Province.
As I browsed through the shelves, I found myself mesmerized by the rows upon rows of yellow-bound books filled with lyrics from various plays. Each book told a story, its pages worn thin from years of use. Some had notes scribbled in the margins by previous owners who must have been as passionate about Yellow Plum Opera as I was.
Older men would sit at tables near the window, their faces illuminated only by the faint light seeping through the shutters as they pored over these very same books. They were scholars studying for exams or preparing for performances on stage.
I asked Old Wang if he knew any good places to listen to live performances nearby and he pointed towards an alley just behind his store where there would be an impromptu concert later that night.
That evening after dinner when most people had retired home for restful nights sleep under starry sky's twinkling lights above but not before saying goodbye with tender smiles and handshakes we set off into that narrow alley which led us past street vendors selling fresh fruit such as melons oranges peaches etcetera
On our way we heard laughter echoing between walls & passageways so we followed sound until it grew louder still – then suddenly there it stood before us: A makeshift stage adorned with colorful banners bearing names like 'The Cowherd Maiden' 'Wang Zhaojun Takes Flight' & many more classics from this ancient art form!
