Sad and moving beauty, different from the dance of swan's death, is another presentation of beauty.
My recommended friend told me that I always burst into tears when I listened to that melody.
Melody, deep and heavy, the repetition of humai and drums, soft and sad, can't be felt after listening again.
The lyrics, which are described in three parts, have a strong sense of picture, and they are infected after only reading it once.
Especially in the final "swan's death", the swan mother used her wings to protect her child's posture:
When the fire in her eyes went out/tears swirled.
The last breath has left/the heartache is still there.
Between lethargy and sobriety/Mother Swan died in a lullaby.
Mongolian is known as a nation of poetry, a nation of music, and the perfect combination of music and poetry gave birth to this epic of life.
long time ago
There is a piece covered with moss.
Clean land
There is a green lake there.
Spring has come.
From the distant junction of water and sky
Migrating migratory birds fly in.
The lake watched his children grow up.
Father-like Lake was deeply gratified.
He is in high spirits all day.
He sang all night.
time flies
Midsummer is approaching.
What a wonderful happiness!
How calm the lake is.
There is a swan.
Haven't found her partner yet.
She has been trying to find it all day.
Finally found him at the last minute.
They are immersed in a belated love.
They love each other deeply.
Everything in the world seems irrelevant.
later
They have children.
They promised each other that they would be together forever.
They got married in the lake.
And be happy forever.
Seven children came into this world.
Happiness and happiness follow.
How wonderful life is.
Full of happiness
The sun went down.
The heat disappeared.
Leng Yue is in the sky.
Hide in the clouds
The autumn wind is rustling.
Cold wave strikes
Rivers and the earth are both
Fall into cold
It is time.
It's time to fly back to a warm place.
But the babies haven't grown up yet
The wings are not full yet.
They tried to fly, but they couldn't fly.
She put the children
Protect under feathers
keep out the cold
But I failed to protect myself.
When the fire in her eyes went out
Tears are spinning.
The last breath has left the body.
The heartache is still there.
When the fire in her eyes went out
Tears are spinning.
The last breath has left.
The heartache is still there.
A baby in half a wing hides under its wings.
Mother swan died in tears.
Between lethargy and sobriety
Mother Swan died while humming a lullaby.
Poets, with aspirations, have ambitions in their hearts, take poems as words to express their feelings, and lack words, so they sigh, sigh and sing, but they don't know how to dance.
Beauty has always been the expression of the heart.