What are some good old-fashioned songs that are so good that you cry?

In fact, I personally think that most of the ancient wind songs are very good, there is a kind of mood beauty. I myself prefer some recommended to you:

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 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! ......?