The most traditional Chinese style classical music

Cold Clothes Tune

Pipa Language

Night Attack

Sheng Tang Night Singing

Streams of Light Flying

Tilting All Over the World

Mo Ming Chess Miu's songs are very good

There are also a lot of instrumental songs like Guzheng, so if you want to, you can add your questions

Song name: Sheng Tang Night Singing

Lyrics: EDIQ

Song: Breaking Bamboo Theatre Interlude Leaving Soul (Five Color Demoness)

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White:

By the grace of Heaven, the Emperor is revealed.

Dragon Balm Wine I'll get drunk and put the grape wine night light cup.

Awarded to the ministers to taste its flavor, the golden tripod cooking sheep remember to add cinnamon.

Huji wine shop lamps and flowers tears, to gold sold out a night charm.

The mist and rain lightly scratched the back of the beauty, to enjoy the silk and bamboo stripes flying.

Yu Xuanji, why don't you give me a dance?

Singing:

Changan willow wadding fly, Konghou sound, passers-by drunk, flower workshop lake upstream, drink a cup to return a cup.

Water embroidery Qi needle beauty, flat gold method, painting landscape, the poet's pen words fly, rouge sweep e eyebrow.

The fireworks follow the flowing water, into the night cold, cold people drunk, this day lanterns will be, mention painting lamps fan guess a pair.

The tea of Yangxian is floating in the water, the pipa is winding, the jade flute is returning, the ding festival is ready to row and dance, and the bronze mirror is beautiful in the temples of the clouds.

Companion:

The celluloid necklace between the ankles and wrists is like emerald, and the flying sky is painted. The hundred flowers in the courtyard are still hanging with dew.

In the inn, the general has returned from the war, and the horse has not yet fallen asleep, and the woman is looking forward to the return of the moon.

Singing:

Inside the city gates of Shengtang, the wise man is mad, the foolish man is sad, the foolish man has a jug of wine, and Yiliu has long since fallen asleep.

White:

Pei Wei Wei generals dance swordsmen paddling shocked a rainbow move heaven and earth, the heroic scrolls add ink Chang'an song will be wild grass a finger Zhang Xu.

At a later date, the ancients had a cloud, last night's stars last night's wind, the heart has a little understanding.

Singing:

Changan willow wadding fly, konghou sound, passers-by drunk, flower workshop lake upstream, drink a cup to return a cup.

Water embroidery Qi needle beauty, flat gold method, painting landscape, the poet's pen words fly, rouge sweep e eyebrow.

The fireworks follow the flowing water, into the night cold, cold people drunk, this day lanterns will be, mention painting lamps fan guess a pair.

The tea of Yangxian is floating in the water, the pipa is winding, the jade flute is returning, the ding festival is ready to row and dance, and the bronze mirror is beautiful in the temples of the clouds.

Companion:

The celluloid necklace between the ankles and wrists is like emerald, and the flying sky is painted. The hundred flowers in the courtyard are still hanging with dew.

In the inn, the general has returned from the war, and the horse has not yet fallen asleep, and the woman is looking forward to the return of the moon.

Singing:

Tile such as Albums fly, off the glaze, blowing in the wind, the Sheng Tang long sail, a poem also a drunkenness.

Huangliang coiled dragon back, on the silver scales, the momentum Hui. The silver moon is dancing in the sky, leaving the west wing empty, I will not return.

Note:

1: dragon paste wine: Persian wine, Tang Dynasty introduced, and the wine of Gaochang and the beauty of the people. Tang Su osprey "Du Yang miscellany": "Shunzong time, the Division Shi Yi prayer Yuan called into the palace, drinking dragon paste wine, black as pure lacquer, drink it refreshing, this Uyi Mountain away from the country offered."

2: Hu Ji wine shop: Tang, diplomatic prosperity, Hu people into Chang'an, more than open wine shop, Hu Ji looks beautiful, spring when the shop.

3: Yu Xuanji: Xuanji, formerly known as Youwei, the word Huilan, was born during the reign of Emperor Wuzong of Tang. She was nurtured by her father from a young age, reciting poetry at the age of five, practicing at the age of seven, and was already famous at the age of eleven or twelve. The person who knew and appreciated her the most was Wen Tingjun, a great poet of the time.

4: Konghou: Konghou is China's ancient stringed instrument, initially known as the "Kanhou" or "empty Hou", there are lying, vertical two forms of long history. According to evidence, has been passed down for more than two thousand years of history. Konghou was used in ancient times in addition to the palace orchestra, but also widely circulated in the folklore. In China's Sheng Tang (618-907) period, with the rapid development of economic and cultural, Konghou performance art has also reached a fairly high level, it is also in this period, China's ancient Konghou has been introduced to Japan, Korea and other neighboring countries. Two remnants of Tang Dynasty Konghou are still preserved in the temple grounds of Toryo Daishi in Japan.

Li Diploma Konghou quotes

* Li He *

Wu silk Shu Tong Zhang high accumulation, empty mountain condensation cloud decadence does not flow.

Jiang E cries bamboo and vegetarians are sad, Li Diploma plays Konghou in China.

The phoenix screams as the jade shatters in Kunshan, and the hibiscus weeps and dews as the orchid smiles.

The twelve gates melt with cold light, and the twenty-three filaments move the purple emperor.

Nuwa practiced stone mending the sky, the stone broke the sky to tease the autumn rain.

Dreaming into the sacred mountain to teach the divine crone, the old fish jumped the wave of thin scaly dance.

Wu Qi does not lean on a good tree with his eyes, and the rabbit is wet from the dewy feet.

5: Pingjinfa: a technique of embroidery. It mirrors the previous sentence. However, it seems that not many people in the north use this.

6: Yangxian tea: China's tea-producing areas in the Yangtze River Basin and the southern provinces, and Sichuan for the earliest discovery. "Yangzi River in the water, Mengshan top tea", Mengshan across the evil Ya'an in Sichuan Province and the two counties, 1500 meters above sea level, heavy rain and fog, the climate is humid, it is suitable for tea place. Tea has been planted in the Western Han Dynasty, and flourished in the Tang Dynasty. Mengding tea and Yangxian tea are listed as tribute tea (Yangxian is now Yixing, Jiangsu Province. It and zhejiang changxing border place, there is a guzhu mountain. Guzhu purple bamboo shoots produced by the tea is very famous).

7: floating water: a process of drinking tea, is to clarify the water.

8: Feitian: Dunhuang has a lot of Feitian's image, in fact, is the lower gods in Buddhism, looks beautiful. Flying sky's home in India, but Dunhuang's flying sky is the genius creation of Chinese artists, is the most Chinese characteristics of the flying sky. In the Northern Liang Northern Wei and other early grottoes, Feitian figure short, half-naked upper body, big mouth, big ears, straight nose, big eyes, wearing an Indian-style five jeweled crowns, obviously by the Indian Feitian and the influence of the West Feitian. But from the Western Wei to Sui Dynasty, Dunhuang Flying Sky more than the image of the Chinese Taoist feather man, the aesthetic orientation of the Central Plains is also more prominent. In the Tang Dynasty, Dunhuang flying art image has reached the most perfect realm, free from the influence of India's Western Flying Sky, do not grow wings, no feathers, simply by virtue of the flowing dress, flying ribbons will be able to soar in the air, the beauty of the infinite changes in the flying, the freedom to stretch the lightness of the state has been completely Chinese.

9: Ru Album S Flying: from 〈小雅斯干〉 Ru Cu S Wings, Ru Yazi S Thorns, Ru Bird S Leather, Ru Album S Flying, the gentleman is among them.

10: Rowdy Dancers of the Ding Festival: The Rowdy Dancers of the Shidian Festival are called Rowdy Dancers for short, also known as Rowdy Dancers of the Ding Festival and Rowdy Dancers of the Kong Festival. It is a dance performed in the rituals of the Confucius Ceremony. In 485 AD (the ancient Chinese Southern Dynasty Qi Emperor Yongming 3 years), for the release of the memorial has been recorded as follows: Yuanjia Lixue, Peisong Yi, should dance six rows of dancers, in order to suburb music.

Composer: finale

Composer/Arranger/Singer: Hetu

The sound of swords and halberds*** Silk and bamboo are hoarse

Who took you to see the fighting outside the city

Sevenfold veil, blood splattered on the white veil

The soldiers are in the city and the six armies do not send

Who knows that goodbye is no longer life and death

When I was tangled up in a thousand turns of the red thread

It was a thought of the red thread, but it is a thought of the red thread, and I am not sure if I can see it again.

The thought of marrying someone else

That scar, whose old scar

Can you still drink tea without moving

To crush the fireworks of the world

The painting of the blood-stained river and mountains

How can I beat the little sand on your brow

It's not enough that I've ruined the world

It was only a scene of splendor

The blood stained the peach blossoms

The blood stained the peach blossoms.

The winds of heaven and earth are so severe

After Ronghua thanked me, the king was in the world

Mounting to the Nine Pagodas

Looking at the night of the meteors, the stars were soughing

Returning to that moment

The years are silent, but also scary

The withered vines have grown out of the branches

Time has already been rubbed gently

The upstairs of the dream is under the moon

Standing with the same look on his face, he is still in the same place as before.

Brushed the snow off my shirt

Watching the sky and the earth side by side

Back to that moment

The silence of the years is frightening

The withered vines grow branches

The time has been brushed gently

Dreaming about the moon and the sky

Standing under the moon and the sky

We are still there

We are still there.

The snowflakes on my coat

Watch the sky and the earth together

Under the moonlight upstairs in my dream

Standing there with the same look on your face

The snowflakes on my coat

Watch the sky and the earth together

Night Attack

Clouds cover the light and the rain has not yet cleared

The sword is concealed by the knife, the halberd is covered by the halberd

There in the darkness, the general orders Rush

How much murderous intent is hidden by the night

Walking in the grass, I travel light and rest lightly

The sky is raining, and the rain is getting more and more urgent

Far away from home, the white willows are draping the embankment

It is my life I bet on, and no one to sacrifice me when I die

No sadness and joy when I leave my home

No sadness and joy for millions of miles (when will we meet)

When will we meet (when will we remember each other)

The horse's hoofs are silent (no sound of the long journey)

(Forge) for the right moment

(Catch) the enemy's death

(The wind is fast) the wind is fast

(Wait for a sentence) wait for a sentence

(The letter of the fire is flying) the flag is lifted

Chu Ge is about to rise

Tu Yan has not yet seen the dagger

Carve a wood and read the sign of divination

The sixty-four trigrams of the Chinese calendar

The sixty-four trigrams of the Chinese calendar

The sixty-four trigrams of the Chinese calendar

The sixty-four trigrams of the Chinese calendar

When will we get together?

Sixty-four hexagrams and a divination question

Who has finished the battlefield in the past

Who has calculated in vain

Seventy-two people have passed through without a trace

Tonight, the night rain is a peaceful step and also a car

Take the order to go and do not pay attention to it

With a sword, the slightest step is taken

The clear light is covered by the rain and it is not yet cleared up yet

The swords and the spear are real and also unreal

In the darkness, the fire of faith is not yet clear.

In the darkness, the fire of faith has already begun

The killing intent on all sides can no longer be hidden

Suddenly, arrows are raining down in Xiao Xiaoxi

Siao Xiaoxi frightens the iron horsemen (in the chaos)

In the chaos of the army (in the rendition)

In the rendition of (a bloodbath) Continuously

You have broken the hundreds of formations and cut down the white train

The earth and grain are in the palms of my hands

It is the only thing that I know that is not in my hands.

(Who said) Who said

(Life and death) Life and death

(Don't turn the sky against me) Turns out

Jokingly

The map has not yet seen the dagger

Carving wood and counting the sign to occupy the medium

The sixty-four hexagrams and asking if it's true or not

Anciently who has finished in the battlefield

Who has counted in vain

Seventy-two people have passed through without a trace

There is no way to tell who has done the right thing.

Seventy-two people have passed through without a trace

Tonight, the rain is falling, and I can't walk without a car

It's not a matter of paying attention to what I'm doing

It's not a matter of boasting about what I've done in the past

All the things that happened before are just like the willow flakes

It's not possible to break up my hometown's white dyke

It's just a game of chess in the river and the mountains

There's no way to tell the truth about what I've done.

It was a broken wall in front of the prosperous building

I remember that night before the rain cleared up

A night attack was staged

The map has not yet seen the dagger

Carving a wooden fortune teller to occupy the medium

64 hexagrams to ask whether it is true or not

Who has completed the battlefield in the ancient times

Who has made the best of it

Seventy-two people passed through the track

This night, the rain is still a breeze, but I have to go to my home town. Tonight's night rain is also a car

Bringing the order to go without attention

Bringing the sword with a slight step

Thousands of years of achievements and fame do not boast of

Eventually, the water flows eastward

The past is as vague as the willow waders

Can't be dispersed at home, the white dyke

That is to say that the river and the mountains are a game of chess

The prosperous construction of the former is a broken wall

I remember that night the rain was not clearing, but it is a good thing that I was there to help you.

There was a night attack

Cocooning

The song: "Jinling? The Night of the Qinhuai"

Lyrics: Wu Zi

The flowers in the pavilion are not the same color as the flowers in the pavilion

The willows have become strangers, and the moon is halfway down the slope tonight

When I say goodbye to the pavilion, I look at the thousands of mountains, but I don't see me

Only I can hear the sound of the cracking of silks and the singing of the song

It was a long time ago that we met, thirty-three lifetimes ago

Throughout the nine days of parting, I looked at the wrong way of calculating the karma, and the karma is shallow and the others are far away. The autumn rain, the memories of the cold clothes, and the rare song

Don't hear the sound of the flute mute

Hate to meet thirty-three lives ago

Looking at the sky is far away

But all the counting, the Chinese hair is added to the flowers, but not to get drunk, and not to stop

Not seeing the lotus before the years, and the pool is rippling with water, and the mirror in the face

Age has come to an end, to the smoke of the old times, the situation is changed and the feelings of the people are in memory of the old times

These days, the eyes of the window are stained, and the Shaowao has changed, the face is in the mirror.

When I sang a song on the strings of my love song

I had a jiao-tailed zither, and no one sang with me when the strings broke

Who sang with me on the high floors of the building where I used to be

The dews were like cries in my eyes, and the fireworks were hard to see

Then, I was in the orchid boat that went to the sky

It was a dream without constraints that lingered on in a different world

Then, I was sitting in the curtains of the moon and the wind, and it was like sitting in the mirror of a flower in the water.

The clouds fly and the mist disperses, the jade shatters, and the jade cracks, and you can't see all the way to the other side of the world

Is it possible that the butterflies in the dream are lost in the spring rain and the night in the small building

The encounter with the flowers and the willow is the knot of the three lifetimes

Thousands of hills and mountains are full of hate for the parting of the world and the green dress is gone

The karmic disaster of the past and the next life will be renewed in the next year

Tong Zhen's "The Cage of the Carved Flowers"

Tong Zhen's "The Cage of the Carved Flowers" is a poem about the world's most famous flower.

The Sword of the Green Blade

Meeting in the Falling Flowers

The Beauty Smiles Only for the Hero

The Sword of the Bright Moon I Don't Understand

Dreams of Humanity

The Red Dust and the World of Flourishes are Empty in a Moment

The Spirit of the Sky and the Thousands of Hills

The Face of the People is Short, How can it withstand the Passing of Years

The Cage of Carved Flowers, the Green Silk is Heavy

The Old One is Snuggled in the Willow Dream

The Old Person I'm snuggled up in a willow dream

Choking on my words, I cry into the smoke

The blade is sharp, the sword is cold

It hurts me to drift through the world

The sound of the Xiao Xiao breaks down, who pities me for combing my make-up alone

Carved cages, heavy with green threads

The old man is snuggled up in a willow dream

Choosing on his words, he cries into the smoke

When the head of his head turns white, the water runs east

There are long thoughts of love, and they never end.

Wujiang River and the Moon

Dreaming in the Big Marsh

It is the combination of heaven and man

Or the destiny of a past life

We have accompanied you in the moonlight

Whisking the iron armor and falling into the dust

To be able to pull down the mountains and rivers

It is the King of the Western Chu

Jie Tiandi

The firelight rises up on a white colt

To carry a handle full of coils of steel

To carry a gun full of scales

Orchid hill, the battlefield is deserted

To caress a freshly fallen wound

The strings of the zither ring out, and the smoke grows long

Expanding the widest frontier

Lonely and despairing, drunkenly waiting for the moonlight

Basin percussion and continuous rain

Isolated ambition of the world's ten thousand rivals

Remnants of the temples and the Chu song

The thunder sweeps through the reeds and the night

The thunder sweeps through the reeds and the night

Thunder sweeps through the reeds and the wind rushes in the night

Eight thousand horsemen in the battlefield

The sparks of the blades in the fight

The king's aura disperses with the wind

There are no more red faces in Jiangdong, and the Chu women danced and sang for the king in the old days

The ancient temple of blue grass has passed through thousands of years, and blood has turned into emerald grass all over the mountains and rivers

Thousands of years of rise and fall, and no more sorrows, the Han family's success is also barren hills

There is nothing left of the grass on the plains, but the grass of Yu Ji.

Historical records, wild records, the history of Gaozu, dreams and Da Ze, the dragon goddess and her mother,

Wine, anger, the spirit of the son of heaven, the wind and rain of the lake, the sword and the snake, the uprising

Surabaya Pavilion Leader laughed at all kinds of things, but half of his life, the wine, the gold, the iron horse

Or joy or sighs of the wind and rain of Xianyang, but the history of the world today, how many can remember it

How many can remember it? How many can remember

The moon has not yet set in a thousand autumns, and I look at the river with my battle flag on my shoulder

Some people sing by the river's bank

Sighing at the heroes, but why

Let the lonely boat drift by

We can talk about the merits and demerits as you please

When I am reborn, I

will carve out a new legend

Brewing a strong wine, it burns my throat

With words and laughs, the orchid scent will become stronger

When I am reborn, I will write a new legend

Brewing a strong wine, it burns my throat

When the autumn harvest is over, tears will flow

When the wind and snow fall, they will whiten my brows

A thousand buildings, ten thousand bells of wine

The moon falling on the long street is full of sorrows

After the sound of the night shift, half of my life will be filled with sorrows

As the saying goes, and so does the saying

The road back to my hometown is long

We have to pay tribute to the Legendary Sao at the dawn of the 10,000th day

The tides will still rise and fall since the dawn of the 1,000th year

A thousand years ago, we have to make a new legend.

Banyan tree feet, people grow old

Eyebrows burned off in the lanterns

Humming nursery rhymes, the soldiers are off

Worldly affairs are unforgettable

When the war is over

Floral affairs, the affairs of Yi, the affairs of the brief

When the old affairs are over

Previously it was mentioned that the moon is a thousand years old, and the good people are gone

Then the withered branches fall in the old city, and the new orchids are waiting for the new orchid to fall in.

The battlefield is not to the snow to listen to the story, this King of Chu Wujiang farewell a white moon.

Everyone is sorry, today the river and the mountain and a little snow,

Everyone passing by, the tip, or to listen to the little old man storytelling,

Don't forget to add more clothes

The moon has not yet fallen in a thousand autumns, carry the flag of war and look at the river

Some people sing along the river

Sighs of heroes, but why

You are a lone boat drifting through

A life of laughter and tears

This is the first time that I've ever seen the world.