1, the silk drama
Haha How can you mention the ancient wind song without the silk drama, I listen to the ribs of the godfather's version, although the original song is also very good, but who let me is a big fan of the ribs (hee hee ?) The lyrics are great, the opera is superb
Mocking whoever is beautiful
How can we be compatible without our hearts
The bells of the plates are clear, and the lights between the curtains are faint
Me and you, we were born to be a couple
Without you, it's a sin
Without our hearts, we can be compatible
You're ragged, I'm colorful
They've traveled through the mountains and the water
When you're tired, I'll take care of the rest.
You're haggard, I'll shine for you
It was you who kissed the ink and ink and dyed the tears in the corners of my eyes
Who did you play the clutch and meet the sadness and happiness for
They had misunderstandings in their twists and turns
I only have you to dominate me
Asking the world where is the perfect place to be
Orchid fingers twisting the red dust like water
Three feet of the red table, all things are in the song and blowing it
Singing the sadness of the long goodbye
And I've never been a woman.
What will warm you for a thousand years
The snow and wind are still in your hair
The light is so bright that it crinkles your eyes
If you give up a single tear, if you grow old, I'll be there with you
If you turn to dust in the smoke, you'll still be there
The snow and wind are still in your hair
The light is bright that crinkles your eyes
If you give up a single tear, if I'm there with you
The smoke and snow are still in my hair
When you grow old, I'll be there with you
When you grow old, I'll be there with you.
If you shed a tear if old age I can accompany
Smoke wave into ash also go to the perfect
2, a friend of my nuns
Told the same story of the sword three, sadistic, to the winter and the double sheng I have heard, personally prefer the double sheng this version, and then went to the b station to watch the original song MV Miss read the voice of the white sound very nice to the pop-ups there is a sentence: "Silly girl, cover your eyes. I was impressed: silly girl, it is not the osmanthus cake that is not hot, but his heart!
And you hold an umbrella and embrace me in your arms
One word of the oath is more discreet
There are a thousand kinds of tenderness in your eyes
Like a pulsating spring breeze, ice and snow melt
That year, the long street was in the midst of the spring season
Pulling a horse and traveling together, the smoke and rain are like a dream
Take shelter from the rain under the eaves
The look of the pair of deep pupils of the eyes
It's just like The breeze of the Huashan Mountains with fine snow
The rain is slightly cool
The wind blew through the dark scent of haze
Momentarily, my heart throbbed like the blade of your gentle sword
Passing through it was like a shock
Is it that all the words of love are written in an empty manner
Presented with one stroke of the pen
Willing to be humbled in order to change my smile
Or to become a mediocre
And you held an umbrella and held me in your arms.
And you took me in your arms under your umbrella
What a careful vow to make
There was a thousand kinds of tenderness in your eyes
Like the pulsating spring breeze, the ice and the snow melted
Then we met again at a banquet in someone's house
With a beautiful woman at our side, the candlelight shook in the red shade
Lights lingered on and on
Lighting up the picturesque face
Like a tender old dream of the Cardamom Branch
And I was a little girl, but I didn't know that you had to be so careful with the words.
But I can only fake a smile and pretend to be calm
Listening to those deep feelings
Not looking at your familiar face
Only drinking in silence, I am indifferent
Outside the gate of the mountain, the snow brushes over the white coat
And then dissolves in my fingertips
Bearing a longsword, I try to ask the big world of rivers and lakes
Where should I go and what should be the way out of it
In this life, like a joke, it is like a joke. Like a joke
It's a mockery of myself
Wishing and finishing with no end in sight
If you've already shared your heart with someone else
Why did you make me pay for it by mistake
Did you see me lose my mind
You even moved your heart
Luckily, after years of floating around in the red world
These hearts are already full of holes
How can I fear that you'll use a thin blade to kill me? I'm not afraid of you using your love as a blade
To add a crack
It won't hurt
It's better to bury the past in the wind
With the long sword as a monument and the snow and frost as a mound
If you made a mistake in meeting each other in this life
If you seek to have a good ending
It was lonely and I went to the old bridge in Nanping
When it was foggy when it rained
Then I remembered how I had been holding you under the umbrella of the old bridge in the past. I remember that year when I was lightly embraced under the umbrella
It was like lying on top of the bridge
It was a dream
Waking up from the dream, I fell and was shattered to pieces
No shadow and no trace
3 Fisking the Snow
Bu Cai's songs, her Thirteen Months of Coolness and Samson are very good, so I won't go over them one by one, and there is a dramatized version of it
Fisking the Snow - Bu Cai
Fisking the Snow - Bu Cai p
The tenth year I watched over her, just like that day,
It was snowing heavily, and I put on my white robe,
carrying my sword of departure,
from the gate of the Pure Yang Palace, I slowly walked to her window...
This life's watch has been the end of my gentleness
I only hate that the years have turned white and I can't steal them...
This life's watch has been the end of my tenderness
I only hate that the years are whitened and I can't steal them...
What is it, the years are whitened, and the years are whitened and I can't steal them?
This life's backtracking is not willing to rest
Only because of a word not seen through not seen through
"Come in~"
You're not well, so don't open the window
Ahem...let me open it.
Where was I last time? You're remembering it all for me, aren't you?
Yes...I'm remembering it all...You said that your senior brother
has excellent sword skills, excellent Taoist skills,
is the unparalleled talent of this Pure Yang Palace in the past few years...
"Sister, I'm going down to the mountain with my brothers and sisters to quell the chaos this time,
"You can go down to the mountain with me this time....
You can rest assured that you will be waiting for me, do not worry about it.
When I return I will beg my master to take you as my wife."
Then brother, we have an appointment, I will wait for you,
You remember, to come back early ah."
You're a white dress with wings to fly
Look at the snow falling brightly from the top of Mount Hua
Step by step, you're in the void, holding your sword in the yin and the yang
The blade of your sword reflects your starry eyes
When we met, it was a long and complicated journey
I wanted to write my heart, but the ink wasn't strong enough
Life is a time of crisis, and I wanted to paint snow again
But I couldn't do it.
It was in the midst of a chaotic world that I was trapped in the enemy camp by the thieves' trickery,
and after several twists and turns and even disfigurement and poisoning of my voice,
I was able to escape.
And then I realized that none of my brothers and sisters who had gone there with me had survived,
None of them had survived...
I y felt that in this life I would not be able to see my masters again or to face them again.
I y feel that in this life, I have no face to see my master again and no face to see her...
But, fortunately, the master of the enlightenment point,
Born in the city, grew up in the city, died in the city,
I will be privately decided to hide the past to stay as a slave in the door,
Services near her residence a few temple sweeping beat.
My selfishness is that I would rather let her believe that her senior brother,
has died in the war. Instead of letting her know that her senior brother,
her pride, is now... an invalid.
Youthfulness does not know the sadness of the long with the gentleman
already said can not what to seek what to seek
wish you know my intention thinking not willing to rest
sitting forget half a life after the people to go after the people to go after
I do not know if he is still surviving in the ten thousand square meters of red dust
Running in the old and the sick, the death of the sadness and joy.
His life ended the moment he came down from the mountain...
Yes, my life will also end eventually.
The sweetness and sorrow of the past years,
the innocence of childhood, the pain of adolescence,
the despair of middle age, all of them were going to vanish.
Only, waited for him for so many years...but still failed to...
Failed to see him again ...... in the end, the heart is not willing to nah.
Young people do not know sadness with the gentleman long to keep
already said can not what to seek what to seek
wish the gentleman know my intention thinking is not willing to rest
sitting forget half a life after the people to go after the people to go after the people to go
Is a dream? I looked out the window at the gates of the Pure Yang Palace,
waiting for death.
Or that path, slowly walking a person, light robe like snow,
Slow sleeve like clouds, the bones of the wind, the years ... Seems to be no change ......
Shifu...brother...
Finally, as expected.
4, trace Kun
Also the ribs of the godfather, I like a song, ribs voice is very good, the lyrics are very poignant, I will listen to a song when the mood is not good
The fingertips through the temperature of the sunlight
Seems to be able to put everything to see very clearly
If the leaves can be blocked the eyes of the more line the more lonely
Treading on the thorns do not move, then the whole life will be also
The first time I saw the thorns, I saw them. I don't know the pain
Hiding in the sea of people and looking back
I realized I had forgotten the initial temperature
There are times when I am sad and times when I am lost
Occasionally I get lonely and you are a stranger to me
Kun can fly thousands of miles and swim in the world as if he were a floating star traveler
No matter how noisy the world may be, there will be no way to keep the flying fish from being trapped in the sky
Walking through the life of a man who is not yet finished, I will not be displaced. Even if you are lonely, you are not displaced
If you are a worldly man, you will have failed yourself
Kun is flying for millions of miles, covering up the brightness of the sky and the summer and the winter
It's hard to catch up with the time in the mountains and the water when you've been up and down the sky and the earth
Walking into the dreams of other lives, how fortunate to have met a stranger
Traveling along the same path, if you are obsessed with it, thank you for your stupidity
Someone understands this long road.
The kun is flying for ten million miles and swimming in the world like a starry journey
The hustle and bustle of the world can't trap the flying fish in the sky
Walking in this life, even though I'm lonely, it's not a displacement
If the world goes on, then I'll be a failure to myself
The kun is flying for ten million miles, and covering up the brightness and the coldness, the heat and the humidity
The world is one day long, and the time is hard to catch up with in the mountains and the water.
It's a good thing you met a stranger in a dream
Traveling on the same road, dreaming as a journey, we will be in our hearts
5 A Thousand Years of Frost and Snow
There are many versions of this story, so pick your own
Scented by Pear Blossoms
Twisting around my clothes and skimming over the bustle of the streets
Then entering the curtains of the red curtains, we entered the deep tents
Listening to the oriole in the branches, they were amusing.
The breeze flows around my fingers
Taking a boat ride
The orchid paddle clears the mist and fog
It's already halfway through the day
The lush landscapes that I've seen before
are all yellowed
The winds that have lost their warmth
With the tugging of a wordless boat
It makes me realize that I'm here
At the twilight's melting.
Looking back at the old street
Tracing who I am through the smoke and clouds
Only a few drops of twilight rain
would be enough to whitewash right and wrong
When the moon rises
Who's going to knock on this door
The moss-green stone street
Mottled with the watery years
There's a lot to be said for a drink or two.
Three drinks and two cups
I can't make sense of the tangled knot
Between your indifferent brows
You caught a glimpse of the joys and sorrows of the departed
The pavilion is now
The dust and fog have cleared away and the fluorescent light is dancing
Revealing the mottled stone steps
Inside are the fallen quartzes
Grasses are in the courtyard
Lying on the railing
Whoever knocks at the door, there's a small table with a jewel in it.
Two goblets of wine on a small table
With eyes closed, I listen to the clear wind and the sparse leaves
It seems that there was once a joyful and laughing voice
Haunting this high pavilion
Clouds move in silence and cicadas chirp
Rain falls in ripples
Chapped and dotted, outlining the world
A glance at the beginning of the originality of the world
Fixed a thousand years of the three lifetimes
On the old street, I look back.
Tracing who I am in the clouds of smoke
Only a few drops of evening rain
is enough to whitewash right and wrong
When the moon rises
Who will knock on this door
The moss-green stone street
Mottled by the running water of the years
Three drinks and two cups
Can't make sense of the intertwined complexes
When you are in the old street, you will be in the old street, and you will be in the new street. p>
Between your indifferent brows
I caught a glimpse of the joys and sorrows of the departed
The pear blossoms in March
have been in bloom for several years
Black and white in the brushwork
Interspersed in the paintings is hopelessness
When was the moon in that curve of the past
when did it first appear along the riverside
And who was I waiting for
In this pavilion? I look back
After a thousand years, I remember who you are
Just the moonlight
It is enough to outline right and wrong
When the memories come back
Tears are shed in a trance
The maple is red on the ten-mile-long street
Who is knitting their brows behind the red curtains
Dreaming of the mulberry tree and the bamboo peach blossom
Places where they said goodbye in the wheel of reincarnation
May this day be the day that we say goodbye.
Wish to meet again in this life
Melt the sadness between your eyebrows frost and snow
Ha ah ah ah ah~
There are also a lot of good ancient wind songs, Hetu's pouring all the world and the thirty-eighth year of the summer solstice, has been covered many times koi carp copied, Qian Qian, rotten grass for fireflies, Xiao Yixiang's Dongfeng Zhi, and so on
There are a few mixed songs do not care about it Oh! ......?