Leaving the Copper Sparrow Tower ?
The slanting sun dyed the grass?
How many times have I seen red?
Shaking the sails on the river?
Looking back at the lights like flowers?
They are the first to say it, and they are the first to say it.
The heart of the matter is lightly combed?
Holding hands?
Let your hair twist around your eyes?
So the flowers are full of happiness?
To spread the sadness and joy of the past?
That's why I'm so proud of my face.
The face of the moment has become forever?
At this moment, the flowers are full of happiness around me.
This is the first time I've ever seen you in the world.
This is the moment when the world will be yours forever ?
The night is always as gentle as a song.
The title of the song comes from an allusion. When Emperor Wu of Han Dynasty, the musician Li Yannian wrote a poem, "There is a beautiful woman in the north, who is absolutely independent of the rest of the world, who pours her heart out to the city, and then pours her heart out to the country. I would rather not know the city and the country, but it is hard to find a beautiful woman again". This beautiful woman was the consort of Emperor Wu, known as "Lady Li" in history.
Mrs. Li was as beautiful as a flower, had a good ear for music, was good at singing and dancing, and was favored by Emperor Wu. After her death, Emperor Wu was nostalgic for her for a long time. Accordingly, Bai Juyi wrote a satirical oracle poem "Mrs. Li". A song of clear sound, i.e., "There is a beautiful woman in the north..." The colorful practice of half-covering the jade face and the beauty of the country and the essence of the sound and color of the city are all revealed.
The song is quite a poignant beauty of the Song lyrics, vaguely, lead washed out of white brocade slender woman, sitting before the piano several, caressing the piano to tell 、、、、、 indifferently looked back, has been stationed for a long time, colorful street lamps such as flowers dotted with the dark night mantle, locking the eyes of the teardrops are still flickering, silent memory of each other to look at the past: hands hold, peach blossoms bloomed on the cheeks, shallow bowed his head, the hair tenderly twisted! Eyes, the sky flying flowers, will be a happy story legend ...... ?
And now, things are different love still, the end of the world where two blank, several times past, the cloud love, tears full of fog long. A curtain of moonlight divided into the sky, two halves of the purity of the matchless, but still unforgettable heart favorite a touch of heart fragrance. A volume of long dream of a poem, swings intoxicated by the desire to talk, a country of the world's face, gazing at the far side of the world as apart from the end of the world, around the sides of the thousands of mountains and water, super however quiet, smeared with a long time hard to release the loneliness and sadness, infiltrated with water like years and thoughts as dense as a fine rain.
Pouring in, singing the heart of the eternal and immortal; singing the heart of the faint bitterness and speechless. Long and thick emotions, unchanging thoughts and vows, the tacit understanding of the heart and know each other, even if the pouring of the country and the city to keep each other forever, it is difficult to tell the end of this love for the dust of the segment of the love sadness, forever as the serenity of the riverside this evening ...... ?
To a song of "pouring the country to the city" comfort heart it!