Outside the exhibition hall,
Along the ancient road,
The grass is blue
The evening breeze blows the willow flute,
The sunset is beyond the mountain.
The horizon of heaven,
A corner of the earth,
A close friend has half a broken heart.
A pot of turbid wine is full of joy,
Don't go to Meng Han tonight.
This is hard to find. Tell the truth.
The ancient lyrics, in fact, are all Song lyrics, which meet your requirements. The epigraph is the tune.
For example, Nian Nujiao and Hairpin Phoenix are very old-fashioned. People can't sing today.
So are the words of Yuanqu. Tunes are similar to Gongdiao and Qupai.
Otherwise, you quoted the old saying I wrote, and it is not a household name, just published a little.
Yang Liuan.
Green copper knocks at the door, and snuff falls at night.
Man said that drinking well water in recent years is leisure.
It's hard to see each other, but it's easy to get suspicious.
Want to get together quickly
Where is the railing that scares the crane to heaven?
The small window is far away, and the green eyes on the willow bank are drunk.
Yulinling dream tide is near melancholy, occupying all leisure.
Sending cicadas by mistake is lonely in vain.
Memories of Yue Hua's thousands of times.
Put pen to paper, wind shock, slow voice
Silently hide the bid, and pay fifty strings for nothing.
Hair like snow.
Hair like snow new words
Qin Louyue disappeared tonight.
Gentle night love red rope puzzled
The sound of magpies crowing in the branches was cut off.
The ancient road in Tomb-Sweeping Day is sad.
Remember willow street before you rest.
Where can I lay your piano and swallow your aloes pavilion?
If you know the blue light from the distant world, the candle in the west window is fading.
Just read your songs, clouds and snow.
Oh, xiaoxiang tears
It's very cold in the palace
I can't talk back when I'm awake.
Love becomes a sin, looking through autumn water.
The moon shadow outside the curtain is oblique and clear.
Oh, xiaoxiang tears
Simplify the plot
I am willing to go against the beauty of the sky.
Phyllostachys pubescens can be perceived in a previous life.
Who dreams of holding hands with, this life will always be together.
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la.
La er la er la Yu suo Jin Jia
Qingluan mistakenly reborn afterlife communication
The world of mortals is temporarily drunk with a glass of wine.