Tang Lei's "Lilac" song
You said you love lilac the most
Because it is your name
How melancholy flowers
Sentimental people
When the flowers wither
When the picture freezes
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But I can’t escape the wind and rain
A life that is fluttering and swaying
How many beautiful things have turned into dreams
In such a hurry Come here
Leave me with a lifelong concern
The flowers blooming in front of the grave is the beauty you long for
You still feel lonely when you look at the mountains and fields.
Do you hear someone singing your favorite song?
You no longer have to worry about how much trouble there is in the world
The yard is full of lilacs The flowers are full of beautiful purple flowers
I am here to accompany her and protect her all my life
Introduction
"Lilac" is a song composed by Tang Lei. It's a classic sad song. It was uploaded to the Internet in 2002 and received more than 20 million hits online. In 2004, it was included in Tang Lei's album "Lilac".
In 2004, "Lilac" became popular all over the country. The song is deeply touching and has moved countless fans. The story behind the song has also caused many speculations. The song won the 2004 Classic Internet Original Song Award.
Ancient poems about lilac flowers
"Fragrance" Du Fu
Lilacs are weak and have tangled branches. The leaves are thin with floating hairs, and the flowers are sparse and plain.
After being deeply planted in Xiaozhai, the common people are close to the secluded people. If you fall into the orchids and musk deer at night, don’t think about your pink body.
"The Gift of Two Lilac Trees on the Pond" Qian Qi
The roots of the land are moved far away, and the fingers are soft. The dew is fragrant and the osmanthus is strong, and the shadows of the pond are fighting against the crickets.
The leaves are light and green, and the golden flowers smile like chrysanthemums in autumn. Like the South China Sea, the rain and dew are separated from Yanzhou.
"Lilac Knot" Fang Qianli
The smoke is damp and the flowers are high, the rain hides the low leaves, for whom the green disappears and the red falls. Sigh that the water flows swiftly. Fu Yanjing, there is still a light shade of moisture. The oriole crows on the way, thinking about returning home, and the tears are hidden in the eyes. The ground is full of green elm pods, and even if you buy it, you will never be able to get rid of your sorrow. seduce. Just when I was remembering the new year, I suddenly felt the spring cold. In the secluded window of the small pavilion, the makeup and powder are left, and the black eyebrows have been dizzy. The soul and dreams are thousands of miles away, and the hatred is broken by the heart. I don’t know when I’ll see you again. It’s all about lovesickness and weight loss.
"Lilac Knot" by Zhou Bangyan
Moss along the steps, cold fireflies stick to the house, and the trees in the courtyard look forward to the fall of autumn. The rain is getting colder and the wind is coming quickly. In the dim dusk, the garden feels clear and moist. Han Ji Wan fan is here, chanting and playing again, but can't bear to throw it away. Climbing mountains and facing water has been an inexhaustible hatred since ancient times. Traction. I remember that when I returned home from a wine tasting, I watched the formation of wild geese against the moon. The incense tassel is precious, the incense burner is like a ruler, and the lamp is dim in the cold night. Who wants to stay in the motherland? The old things are too busy. Only the paintings are accompanied by them, and they are even more damaged by dust and beetles.
"Lilac Knot" by Wu Wenying
The fragrance is red and the shadow is high, like a silver candle. I once walked in the night and was drunk. Zhengjin is warm and Qiong is greasy. Being trampled by swallows and Nuan Xue, the courtyard was turned upside down. After the horses neighed and people dispersed, the autumn wind changed, and I dreamed of my hometown. Wu Shuang melted into the morning, and suddenly felt the secret of stealing spring flowers. Still similar. The sea mist cools the fairy mountain, waking up Huan'er who is half asleep. She has thin red lips, is shy and pretty, and carries her back when she hurts herself. The cold moon hangs outside the curtain, and the ground swings toward the sun. The love of spring is endless, and I still miss my old son.
"Lilac Knot" Chen Yunping
The dust clings to the dressing table, the verdant idle singing fan, the golden well and the green trees fall into the wind. Listen to the small sound of bean bugs, accompanied by loneliness, coldness and lush green berry walls. Song Yu's material is desolate, how can she bear the sadness and hatred of autumn at this time. The wind and dew in the lotus pond gradually turned pink, and the red clothes fell away. seduce. I remember when the dance stopped and the bow was bent, the willows surrounded the flower array several times. The wine is thin and the sorrow is strong, the cheeks are stained with tears, and the moon eyebrows are fragrant. The Qin mirror in the sky is still missing, and the ileum cun is dark. Thoughts about the slender waist and weak body are all caused by the appearance of thinness.
"Lilac" Lu Guimeng
On the river, no one cares about you, but you have been drunk for ten years.
Work diligently to untie the lilac knots and let the branches spread to celebrate spring.