1, loyal to the country
Singing: Tu Honggang Lyrics: Chen Tao Composition: Zhang Hongguang
Wolf smoke rises from the mountain and looks north.
The dragon rolled up and Ma Si hissed like frost.
Heart like the Yellow River.
Who can compete in 20 years?
The long knife of the hater.
How many faithful brothers and sisters buried their bones in his hometown?
Why do you want to report your death to the country?
I was speechless when I sighed, and my eyes were full of blood and tears.
Horseshoe facing south, people looking north.
People look at the grass in the north, green, yellow and dusty.
I am willing to defend my land and open up new territory.
Open China wants the Quartet.
2. Blue and white porcelain
Ci: Fang Zhouzi Qu: Jay Chou
The embryo outlines the blue-and-white brush strokes that turn from thick to light.
The peony depicted on the bottle is like your first makeup.
I know Ran Ran sandalwood through the window.
The pen on the rice paper is half here.
Glaze color rendering the charm of female figure is hidden.
You smile like a bud.
Your beauty has gone where I can't go.
The sky is blue, I am waiting for you.
Smoke from kitchen chimneys spans thousands of miles across the river.
At the bottom of the bottle, Han Li imitated the elegance of the previous dynasty.
Think of it as the foreshadowing of meeting you.
The sky is blue, I am waiting for you.
Moonlight salvage, clouds end.
Like blue-and-white porcelain handed down from ancient times, you are as beautiful as a fairy, with a beautiful smile.
Koi fish, with white flowers and blue color, jumped to the bottom of the bowl.
I miss you when I copy my signature.
The secret you hid in the kiln for thousands of years.
Very delicate, like an embroidery needle landing.
Outside the curtain, plantains cause showers and knockers cause verdigris.
I passed by that small town in the south of the Yangtze River and made you angry.
In splash-ink landscape painting, you are hidden in the depths of ink.
The sky is blue, I am waiting for you.
Smoke from kitchen chimneys spans thousands of miles across the river.
At the bottom of the bottle, Han Li imitated the elegance of the previous dynasty.
Think of it as the foreshadowing of meeting you.
The sky is blue, I am waiting for you.
Moonlight salvage, clouds end.
Like blue-and-white porcelain handed down from ancient times, you are as beautiful as a fairy, with a beautiful smile.
3. Answer directly {Jay Chou}
A sad lamp stands alone in front of the window, and I am behind the door.
Pretending not to have been to the old place is lonelier than revisiting it.
The candlelight waking up in the middle of the night can't bear to criticize me for drifting in the pot.
It's hard to get into your throat after you leave.
Warm wine, thin memories.
Water flows east, how can time steal flowers to ripen at once?
I missed it.
Who plays a straight answer on the pipa?
Years peeled off on the wall until I was a child.
I still remember that year when we were all very young.
Now the piano is weak.
You haven't heard of my waiting.
Who will play an answer directly on the pipa again?
Maple leaves dyed the story, and I saw through the ending.
I'll take you across the old road outside the fence.
Even breaking up is silent in the years without grass.
A pot of drifts
It's hard to get into the throat when wandering. After you left, the wine was warm and the memories were light.
Water flows east, how can time steal flowers to ripen at once?
I missed it.
Who plays a straight answer on the pipa?
Years peeled off on the wall until I was a child.
I still remember that year when we were all very young.
Now the piano is weak.
You haven't heard of my waiting.
Who will play an answer directly on the pipa again?
Maple leaves dyed the story, and I saw through the ending.
I'll take you across the old road outside the fence.
Even breaking up is silent in the years without grass.
Who plays a straight answer on the pipa?
Years peeled off on the wall until I was a child.
I still remember that year when we were all very young.
Now the piano is weak.
You haven't heard of my waiting.
Who will play an answer directly on the pipa again?
Maple leaves dyed the story, and I saw through the ending.
I'll take you across the old road outside the fence.
Even breaking up is silent in the years without grass.
4, a few touch of sunset red (black duck singing)
Word: Qu: Chen Yuli
Time cannot stay. Spring has disappeared without a trace.
Tides come and go, they gather, disperse and rush.
You can't forget the duckweed in the past.
Qingshan is still a few degrees sunset red.
Wipe away your tears tonight and go with the wind tomorrow night.
The wind travels around the world with my dream.
Acacia is ancient and modern.
Qingshan is still a few degrees sunset red.