"Original Scenery of Hometown", formerly known as "Original Scenery of Hometown", is a piece of music by the Japanese ocarina master Sojiro. Through the fresh and melodious ocarina music, he elaborates on his feelings for the natural creatures and mountains and lands. .
The lyrics of The Original Scenery of My Hometown have the following versions
Soft Time Version
-------The Original Scenery of My Hometown---- ---
A ray of breeze calls to distant memories
A few floating clouds decorate the green of life
The earliest breath passes through the moving beauty
The first beauty is here
Hometown~~~ Home----Hometown
The most beautiful place in my heart
The steps of leaving home Fading away
The honest local accent is still clear
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The golden wheat waves encourage the harvest land
The joyful songs of the years and the praise of the harvest season
The long time carves colorful legends
Autumn water lasts forever ***This will never end
Hometown~~~ Hometown-----Hometown
The warmest paradise in sleep
Thousands of years have passed
Endless thoughts Companion for life
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Looking at the dawn with mother’s concern
Brought by the returning geese array News from a wanderer
The curling smoke brings warm thoughts
The streets are criss-crossed by each other
A wisp of breeze calls to distant memories
A few floating clouds decorate the lush green of life
The earliest breath passes through the moving beauty
The first beauty is still here
张国兴版
Lyrics: Zhang Guoxian
The gentle rain and fall into dreams
Tranquil as the wind and intoxicated as wine
The long and eloquent local accent
Gentle as you As innocent as I am
Which year was the moonlight in the early morning
Farewell to an old friend in front of my window
Suddenly looking for the disappearing figure
This is the life in which we have traveled far away one after another
Swimming in the blue river and white clouds
The sound of the flute is as clear as water and as clear as song
The catkins fall with a hint of sadness
The swallow dances like your eyes like mine
When did the flowers wither?
The branches and leaves are dyed with a lonely color
Occasionally gaze at the original scenery
But only the smiling look back
Xu Guangzhong version
Instrument: Twelve-hole ocarina in C
Composer: Japanese Tao Soujiro Fueka
Lyrics: Xu Guangzhong
A slice of lovesickness flows down the river
The slightest trace of nostalgia is carried by the wind
Trickling Love is as flawless as a blue spring
The faint sound of the flute lingers on the valley cliff
The rustling fallen trees, to whom will the dead leaves drift?
The red clouds suddenly return to the premiere
The setting sun is like blood
The smile is like a flower
The bright red sun is floating on the long river
The bright moon is rippling against the waves of the lake
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The fragrance of pure lotus and lotus
The sound of Qiqi Qin moistens the heart
Where will the geese flying south tonight rest?
Dream The person in the middle looks sad
Under the beautiful girl
Stop and watch
Pictures of lovesickness flow down the river
The slightest trace of nostalgia follows. Caring for the wind
The trickling love is as flawless as the blue spring
The faint sound of the flute lingers on the valley cliff
The bright red sun floats on the long river
The bright moon is rippling against the waves of the lake
The fragrance of clear and longing for love
The sound of Qiqi Qin moistens the heart
——Created by Xu Guangzhong in October 2007 August 20
Note: This lyric was selected for the first Butterfly Lovers Cup Global Chinese Love Poetry Competition.
Autumn Twilight Edition
Words: Forest Fire and Ghost Clouds
Music: "Original Scenery of Hometown"
Thousands of miles of autumn love, painted A deep thought
Lighting up the lamp and walking alone, with a sorrowful sound of farewell
Snow-stained temples, wasted years like clouds
The green shirt is muddy, and the shadow is lonely
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Beyond the green mountains of my hometown, my future (secretly) is nowhere to be found
Who will accompany me and know my heart, *** this trip
I will live in the same clothes as my son, no matter life or death
p>In plain clothes and hairpins, her smile is like a bell
Seeing her off at the ferry, hiding her tears and saying words of advice
Woke up in the middle of the night, and sent my love to you
The courtyard is full of flowers, the smile is deserted
The beauty is thousands of miles away, the lonely window (cold quilt) faces the moonlight
I would like to accompany her in this life, and she will stop wandering
The piano is here Royal, peaceful years
Spring and bright scenery, the heart of a young man at that time
Flying birds and chasing clouds, looking at the boundless sky outside the mountains
In the dream of yellow beams, I am proud of the drunken flowers
Wading in the river to flee, the spring blossoms are exhausted
The grass has fallen away, and now it is desolate
The years have passed, and the gains and losses have made me wake up from dreams
The beauty is getting old, and the fireworks in the hometown are bright
The grass is full, and the return path is buried
The interlude version of "Falled Leaves Return to their Roots"
Lyrics: Xu Muyi
Song: "Original Scenery of Hometown"
Small bridges and flowing water permeate the atmosphere of the wilderness.
The eaves of the hut are dripping with rain and weeping.
The waves of wheat in the fields spread the fragrance of earth.
The sunset is picturesque.
Young man who grew up in a mountain village, where is your home?
Climb high mountains and step across deep streams.
Far away in a foreign country, I only look back.
Life is full of ups and downs.
If you are passionate, you may be wrong.
Where to go, pursuing distant memories.
In my dreams at night, there is every trace of concern.
Twenty years of sleepless nights, whose hair has turned gray?
Walking in the mountain village and dancing in the forest.
The deceased is like a song, only confused.
Small bridges and flowing water permeate the atmosphere of the wilderness.
The eaves of the hut are dripping with rain and weeping.
The waves of wheat in the fields spread the fragrance of earth.
The sunset is picturesque.
Every trace, as usual.
When I return to my hometown, I sing for you.
The starry sky and moonlight hold so much hope.
Thinking about the future, just for my hometown.