There is a song that is sung by a Tibetan singer, and the lyrics are basically like this, the sky is so blue and the white clouds are so many You

There's a song, sung by a Tibetan singer, with lyrics that go something like this: the sky is so blue and the clouds are all over you

Song: The Sun Rises on the Grassland

White clouds float in the blue sky

Under the white clouds, the horses are running

Wave the whip and sound in all directions

Hundreds of birds are flying together

If someone comes to me and asks me

I will tell him proudly

This is my hometown

This is my home.

I'll tell him proudly

This is my hometown

What is this place

I'll tell him proudly

This is my hometown

music......

People here love peace

And they love their hometown

Singing about their new life

Singing about ***

The sun that never sets on the prairie

Chairman Mao ***

The sun that never sets on the prairie

Nurtures us as we grow up

There's a song about a place that never sets on the prairie. Sun

There's a song with a line that says: "The blue sky is filled with white clouds.

I think it's Han Hong's song!

I think it's Han Hong's "Hometown"

Lyrics: "White clouds, swirling up and down"

"Against the Wind" - G.E.M. Deng Ziqi

Lyrics: G.E.M. Deng Ziqi

Song: G.E.M. Deng Ziqi

The city's long been asleep

In sweet hypocrisy

The truth is like the blinding sunlight

Get used to reaching out and blocking it

I'm like a fire burning in the rain

The last faint sparks left

I can't see the king's new clothes

Is it too much of a stubborn thing to do

Life is like a wandering in the midst of a bustling city

How many desires are there like a raging wave

I don't know if I can see them, but they're just like the waves.

How many desires, like raging waves, devour goodness

We grow up under neon lights

The brighter the lights, the more confused we get

Children were once the same

Bat dreams, but over time

They become abstract

Doves stuck in skyscrapers

And they grow a leprechaun's tail.

Why is it that the more prosperous the world becomes

The more impoverished humanity becomes

Life is like a wandering in the midst of prosperity

How many desires, like surging waves

How much goodness is swallowed up

I don't want to go with the waves, I don't want to go with the tide

Who will accompany me when I'm flying against the wind

The more the haze is stifling the more I fight for a breath of fresh air

The more I fight for a breath of fresh air, the more I fight for a breath of fresh air, the more I fight for a breath of freshness.

The more darkness covers the earth

The clearer our hearts become

Simple as a desert flower

Surrounded by the roaring sands of the wind

But even if the reality is complicated

I'm not afraid

Life is like an endless wandering

I'm strong despite the new wounds and the old ones

I'll always be strong.

Flying against the wind

We

are not fragile, not silent, not compromised, not withdrawn

not panicked, not desperate, not arrogant, not surrendered

are not fragile, not silent, not compromised, not withdrawn

not panicked, not despairing, not arrogant, not surrendered

We don't give up against the wind

We are tenacious, and flying against the wind.

No weakness, no silence, no compromise, no retreat

No panic, no despair, no arrogance, no surrender"

The lyrics of the song that won a prize for Tibetan dance, which seems to be "Blue sky, white clouds,"

God's place

White clouds toward the sun is the lyrics of which song

Song name: Toward the sun

Singer: Dedema

Album: Nyima Choma Maira

Toward the sun

De Deema

Mother lifted up the newborn baby

The earth rises up to the Everest

Walking through the vast snowy plains

Only then will I know the sun's heat

After the long night

Only then will I embrace the colorful sunset

It's the grassland

That will open up the green bosom of the grassland

And the grasslands will open up the green bosom of the grassland. The snowy mountains

will spout white waves

The eagles

will always hover in the blue sky

The children

will always be attached to their mothers

Attached to their mothers

The mother will lift up the newborn babies

And the earth will rise up to the Everest

In order to write the song of the Buddha, we have to write the story of a newborn baby

The earth will rise up to the Everest

The mother will be able to hold the baby in her arms. p>

To write a new

A new Potala legend

Rise, rise, rise

Rise towards the sun

Towards the sun

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What is the name of the song

Han Hong's "Hometown"

My hometown is in Rikaze, where there is a beautiful river, and Amma said that cows and sheep are full of slopes because of the blessing of the "Bodhisattva," and that the blue blue sky, white clouds, beautiful river water flooded with waves of eagles flew through the area and left a moving song

There is a song that has a line "Blue blue sky white clouds," and that song has a phrase "Blue blue sky white clouds," and that song has a phrase "Blue blue sky white clouds," and that song has a phrase "blue blue sky white clouds. What is the name of this song

Han Hong's <hometown>

Han Hong - <hometown>

Produced by: Hippy Entertainment xipishi.

My hometown is in Rikaze

There is a beautiful river there

The amah said that the cows and goats are all over the hillside

That's because of the blessing of the "Bodhisattva". "

The blue sky is filled with white clouds

The beautiful river is flooded with clear waves

The eagles flew over here

Leaving behind that touching song

Oh, Lama-li, Lama-li. ......

Han Hong - <hometown>

My hometown is in Rikaze

There is a beautiful river there

Amala said that the cows and sheep are full of hillside

That's because of the blessing of the "Bodhisattva"

The blue sky is filled with white clouds

The beautiful river is filled with clear waves

The beautiful river is filled with clear waves.

Over...

There's a song with lyrics about a child singing, blue blue sky, white left doodle

The more you sing, the lonelier you get

Lyrics: Lin Huayong Composer: Lin Huayong

Arranger: zero Mix: Ken

Presented by: Dongjia Entertainment

Performed by: Juaner Chen

LRC Edit: Yujie (Yanbian, Jilin)

Thoughts flow from that small river

Bringing an old song

The blue sky with white clouds

Flowers are scattered in the wind

You're a beautiful legend to me

There's no promise in our love

The wind dries my loneliness

Are you forgetting about me

I don't know if I've ever been in the same place. Have you forgotten me

A woman's love song The more she sings, the lonelier she gets

Slippery love songs

Make me drunk on love

A woman's love song The more she hears it, the sadder it gets

Heartbreaking love songs

Does it remind you of me

(MUSIC)

You're a beautiful legend of me

There are no promises in our love

Our love has no promises Love has no promise

The wind dries up my loneliness

Have you forgotten me

A woman's love song The more she sings, the lonelier she gets

Slippery love songs

Let me be intoxicated by the river of love

A woman's love song The more you hear it, the more you feel sorry for me

Heartbreaking love songs

Will it remind you of me

Han Hong's

It's "Hometown" ......

There's a song with the lyrics "Blue sky with white clouds", what is it?

Hometown

Song: Hometown

Singer: Han Hong Album: Snowy Light

My hometown is in Rikaze, where there is a beautiful river

Amala said that the cows and goats are all over the hillside because of the blessing of the "Bodhisattva"

Blue blue sky, white clouds, beautiful river water flooding

The eagle has spread its wings and left behind a beautiful song. A beautiful river in my hometown of Rikaze

Amala said that the cows and goats are all over the hillside because of the blessing of the Bodhisattva

The blue sky is full of white clouds and the beautiful river is full of clear waves

The eagles have spread their wings and flew over the river, leaving behind a beautiful song

(in Tibetan)

The eagles have spread their wings and flown over the river, leaving behind a beautiful song

The eagles have spread their wings and flown over the river, leaving behind a beautiful song

The eagles have spread their wings and flown over the river, leaving behind a beautiful song

The eagles have spread their wings and flown over the river, leaving behind a beautiful song