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 scalesOrchid 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.