1. Hong Dust, "Spring in the Hall of Painting"
(Note, this song is about Nalan Rongruo, and many of the lyrics in it are Rongruo's poems, which are very beautiful, and a big favorite of mine.)
Lyrics:
Who remembers a pair of people in a lifetime
Struggle to teach people two dark souls
Tie the threads of love but break the red dust
Wandering around and watching the night deepen a few times
Plum blossoms fall across the flute has been three times
But I don't know what happened to you. Tears are streaming down my face
The newcomer's smile is colorful in front of the candles
When I look back, I don't see the old man of that year
On the stage, the opera singer sings a song about the spring in the Hall of Painting
Why not join hands and disappear into the world of the red dust and forget about the life of a poor man together
While you are a beautiful woman, you are in love with your wife and you are in love with her, and you are remembering the life of a man with broken intestines
The bookteller is talking about the old things that happened in the old days and the words are very true
Green stone moss The snow is falling in front of the door and the pedestrians want to break their souls
It's hard to part with the sky for whom it's spring, and we think about each other and look at each other but don't hear each other
The night is dark, and there are thousands of lights by the camp
Tsetse bodies are alone, who will talk to them for a long time
The sound of the wind and snow penetrates through the door of the heart
It's impossible to draw the painting of a piece of heartbreak
Who would like to ask the Jiangmei plums how many times they've lost their weight
It is hard to conceal the sadness of the face between the brows<
The blossoms are so deep that it hurts only for the flowers
Who was the storyteller underneath the blossoms that year
On the balcony, the opera singer sang a song about the Spring in the Hall of Painting
Why not join hands and disappear into the world of the red dust and forget about the poverty of our lives together
Who did you love so much? Who did you love so much in the springtime? The pedestrian wants to break his soul
It's hard to part with each other, but for whom the sky is springing up, and we think about each other but don't hear each other
Who promised whose love is deep
Who abandoned whose red dust
In the end, heaven has made a mess of things
Forgetting the three lifetimes of a solitary convert
2. Hong Chuan's "Swallow between the Liangs"
Composer/Arranger/Remixer/Vocals: Hong Chuan
Sung by: Hong Chuan Lyrics: Blue, Purple, Green & Grey & Sang Zhi
Gu-Zheng: Mo Yun Sui Bu Yao
Pipa: Jun Hao
Posters: AQUA
--QingHo Sound Society - Original Composition-
Lyrics:
There are wild grasses and flowers by the Vermilion Bird Bridge, and the sun sets at the mouth of Wuyi Lane.
The swallow in front of the hall of Wang Xie in the old days has flown into the homes of the common people.
Swift and lively swallows outside the west window
They flew with the green water between people's homes
The old Wang Xie turned his eyes to his hometown
He left a mound of dusk behind
The swallows between the beams stole the eyes of the peaches and peaches again and again
Ah~the spring breeze is infinite
The ferryman's tearful paddle sounded without words
Ah~the attentive speech of the people
Ah~the attentive speech of the people
The thousands of centuries have seen the development of the Wuyi Lane and the Wuyi Lane. The Wuyi Lane, the Peach Leaf Ferry, and the Swallows on the Liangmai River
The paper has been a source of romance, and there have been poems, paintings, and hearts
Year after year, the swallows have been dancing, and there have been tiles on the roof, and nests under the eaves.
Nursery rhymes are hummed softly, the wind and the moon are silent
Waiting for someone to bring a flute to harmonize with me?
At the top of the stairs, I went up to the pavilion alone, and exhausted my eyes
The new king's name is the old mountains and rivers
The storyteller said, "How many of them are there to and from me?
Which the words of the former destiny gradually disappeared
Think of this old moonlight, should still shine on me
The former young man has become a weary guest of the countryside
And you have been in the heart of who lived in the brow of the heart?
There are a lot of sentimental lines
The moonlight of the old days has turned into a song
The busyness and the gentle surprise of the happy events
I am tired of listening to the legends fabricated by the magistrates and the wild history of the countryside
Who are you going to stir up the red dust for in this life?
Autumn color seven points of sorrow, three points of wine
and the past into the throat
Dreaming of a lamp outside the embers of the dream, dreaming of the white head
Permit me to this, a moment to think of the old
And climbed up to the pavilion, the exhaustion of the eye wave
New king's name of the old mountains and rivers
Tellers say the clutch, sighing a few of the current?
Which the words of the former destiny gradually disappeared
Think of this old moonlight, should still shine on me
The former young man has become a weary guest of the countryside
And you have been in the heart of who lived in the brow of the heart?
There are many sentimental lines
Vaguely, the moonlight of the old days has turned into a song
The tenderness but the busyness has surprised a thousand happy events
It is tiresome to listen to those legends that have been fabricated by the officials in the wild history of the countryside
They are the ones for whom you are messing around with the red dust in this life
They are the ones for whom the red dust has been messed with in this life.
Gazing at the old moonlight with a touch of affection
There is always a little bit of attachment left in the light
The glass of wine is wet, and tonight the west wind suddenly arises
Linchuan drunkenly take the river full of fishermen's fires
Dipped in a stroke of the old moonlight, I will describe you
Never reluctant to give up, no matter how long it takes
When the years have gone by the frost and snow have blown away the white of my brow
When the frost and snow have blown away my brow
When the years have gone by the frost and snow have blown away the white of my brow
What is the reason for the change?
Who will make new tea for me?
4. Yin Lin, "Pear Frying Snow"
When the green carp came, I heard the sound of the spring brook breaking in the distance
I smelled the light yellow pistils of the hand-planted pears at the beginning of the spring season
When the summer has passed, the new pears are drooping
I will invite the female companion of my neighbor to collect the fruits and return to the house slowly
In the old days, I had picked the fine snow on the branch
The leaves of the pears have been fluttered down this day
It is a light 挼ick color of the grass and the color of the grass. I'm going to start the scroll
Sip the spring wine and feel sweet
It's still the same--
I love to sleep under the pillow of the word "amazing"
The candlelight is dim, but I can talk with her all night long
Early spring and late spring, the wine is warm and the flowers are deep
It's as if there's only one person who can solve the problems of my heart in my whole life
.Year after year, under the eaves of flowers***, the pear will be fried in snow
From the General Corner to you and me sometime, we have been tossing and turning in the sky
The sky is pale, the sky is green, and the rain has stained the lapel
A year after a letter, but there are only a few words
(Interlude)
Old years, I picked up the branch of the snow
This day, it is drifted down to the blush of the pear leaves
The light 挼草色二三入卷
Sip on the spring wine and it becomes sweet
It's still the same--
I love to sleep on the pillow with the word "amazing"
The candlelight is dim, but I can talk with her all night long
Early spring and late spring, the wine is warm and the flowers are deep
It seems like there is only one person who can solve the problems of a lifetime
There is only one person who can solve the problems of a lifetime
There is only one person who can solve the problems of a lifetime. The year-old flowers under the eaves *** will be pear fried snow
Since the general corner to you and me one day rolling over the sky
The sky is pale, the sky is green, and the rain stains the lapel
A year a letter letter, but only a few words
Rain in the lamps and the market want to sleep has been a few years
Like the old man knocking and then pear fried snow
Can not get rid of
You all the way to the snow
We have to go through a lot.
5. Dong Zhen's Golden Wisps
This song can be found on Baidu, the words are very beautiful, the song is also beautiful.
6. five-color stone Nan Ye & Xiaoqian "Qin wind Singing mountains and rivers"
Lyrics:
Opening ---- Xiaoqian
A ride on the dust and sand wrapped heroes Prana green history said
Waves of the long wind breaks the discussion of the ancient and modern more lonely
Drinking a horse in the long river sunset a pot of turbid wine with a side of the
Laughing to see the wind and clouds a stroke of a light crossing over
The sword is a sword---Fifth Brother
A sword that shocks the mountains and rivers, a cold light that falls in the rain of blood
The chaotic world is not mine to talk about cause and effect
The future is unpredictable even if you are a hellish Shura
With a three-foot blade, you can fight with the heavens
The night is over---Small Chien
The thousands of troops come and go as they wish, and they can turn their hands over and over and break their enemy's head
Treading on the road, the winds on both sides of the river are so light, so light, so light.
Fifth Brother:
The night is over, the sky is clear, and I look back at my home country and see the smoke rising and falling
Small Chien:
The battle of the swords has brought a lot of bitterness and joy
Fifth Brother:
Who held the sword at that time, and who held the memory of the life and death of the people who passed through the streets
The reunion of the people who were separated from their homes is just a persistence
Small Chien:
This is the first time that I have seen the world's most famous sword. The Hundred Schools of Thought
Small Chien
The difference between a win and a loss is hard to determine
Who is still chanting about the merits and demerits of the past
Fifth Brother:
The eaves are high, and the sun is setting in the west, and the moonlight is hitting the city at Aman's return
It seems like a whisper to say that we shouldn't waste time in the past
--Small Chien
It is like the drunken song and waking up to the flood of the past
It is as if the past was wearing away and we were not confused
There is no doubt about the fact that the future is not as clear as the present.
It's like being a visitor to Penglai and lying alone in a mirage
Fifth Brother:
The hundred schools of thought have made up their own stories and even if they can count the world
It's not enough to count the blessings and misfortunes of life
The Great Wall of China---Xiaochen
One emperor's plan for one day is to bring disaster to countless people
How many bones are there on the Great Wall of China
The sound of the sorrowful song of the old country can be heard from far away.
Who can break the ancient rule
Fifth Brother:
One kind of love is a promise and a lifetime of promise
How to return to the mountains and the water
Once there was a mournful string that sang all the sadness of the mountains and rivers
Now we are singing towards the sky with the reins of the horse
Collaboration:
Look at the moon of the Qin time and see the Qin time and moon in harmony with each other
Watch the moon of the Qin time and the Qin time and the Qin time and the Qin times.
Look at the moon in the Qin Dynasty as I harmonize with it
6. Qing Guan "Moonrise"
Lyrics:
You borrowed the dim light to illuminate the sounding springs in a few moments on the Seychelles, and
the light clouds flowed and shaded, like the string that has not yet been drawn in the bosom.
I was here on this shore, and I was able to illuminate the sea and sky for a moment,
Eye to the end of the world, the sky is clear sleep.
The sound of the tide is near, the sound of the piano is far away, the water clouds are low, the distant mountains are high,
The people do not come, but the moon color is just right.
The wind is late, the boat is early, the colors of autumn are thick, the colors of spring are few,
the moonlight is not yet old.
I have looked through the clouds and sunshine for tens of thousands of miles,
just for the phrase "the moon is shining brightly."
They may be remembered as you are thousands of miles away.
It's a good thing that I'm here to help you.
I counted the times, the new year's greetings,
Just for a moment, "the moon is bright",
The city of cold and warm, or can be sent,
Also not seen, such as the next generation of you.
I looked through the clouds and sunshine for tens of thousands of miles,
just for the phrase "the moon is bright",
The surplus and deficit of the other time, or can be remembered,
is a thousand miles away from you.
I counted the times, the new year's greetings,
Just for a moment "the moon is bright",
The city of warmth and cold, or can be sent to each other,
Also do not see, such as the world of the other side of the you.
Frost and snow season, you take advantage of this lonely light downstream,
Night mooring restaurant, listen to a night of broken lute.
Many years later, I took the smoky water near the window to paint,
Moon out of a moment, spread a fan of peach blossoms.
7. winky poem "Mountain Ghosts"
Lyrics: Qu Yuan
If there is a man, there is a mountain,
By the Ficus, there is a woman.
Both the look and the smile,
The son adores you and is good at being fair.
Riding on a red panther, I am a civet;
It is a car with a flag of laurel.
By the stone orchid Ruoxi bring Du Heng,
Folding the fragrant warmth Ruosi.
X 2
You will never see the sky when you are in the grove,
The road is dangerous and difficult, and you will come alone.
The table is independent and above the mountain,
the clouds are in the lower part.
It's a long way from here to nowhere,
The east wind is blowing and it's raining gods and spirits.
Leaving the spirit of the city, the name of the city is Ginowan,
What is the name of the city?
Collecting the three best in the mountains,
Stone lei lei lei and kudzu vine.
It's a pity that the Prince is disappointed and forgets to return,
and that you can't be idle when you think of me.
The man in the mountain is Fang Du Ruo,
drinking from the stone spring and shading the pine and cypress.
Jun is thinking of me, and I am in doubt.
Thunder fills the sky and rain falls in the dark,
Ape chirps and shouts at night.
The wind is soughing and the wood is rustling,
and the thought of my son is in vain.
8. There are many more I like, "Koi Copy", "Pine Smoke Into Ink", "Guanghan", "White Head", "Half a Pot of Veil" and "Hibiscus Rain" by Liu Ke Carry On are also great, as well as "Xiangqiao Moon", "Yuanxue", "Drunken Dreams of Xianlin", and "Dreaming Too Late" ......