Lyrics: Jing M.Guo
Singing: Chris Lee
It rains in March and embroiders needles in April in Furong City.
Feather fan pointed at Qianjunjin and cut a few inches.
Watch the iron horse sewing the Hua Shao Red Dust Thousand-tent lamp on the glacier silk thread.
Scenery is a journey, and snow is another journey.
Red Candle Pillow May Flowers Leaves Deep June Xinghua Village
A thousand crisp hands are more than one point.
Waiting for the sunset to shine on the lonely peony stained with copper bottles, waiting for the flute of the city.
Iraqi people lean on the door, looking forward to your return.
Every stitch of embroidery can see someone hurting you.
You can see that peony has been waiting for you all your life.
Rivers rush into the sea, and everything springs for whom.
The moon won't shine without others.
You can see another stitch in embroidery. Someone got hurt for you.
You can see that there are people waiting for you in summer rain and autumn wind.
Bamboo weeping, ink marks, brocade painting and calligraphy failed.
Love needle, endless thread embroidery, mandarin duck pillow
In this life, I am proud and romantic, as thin as a knife.
How happy you are in the afterlife.
It rains in March and embroiders needles in April in Furong City.
Feather fan pointed at Qianjunjin and cut a few inches.
Watch the iron horse sewing the Hua Shao Red Dust Thousand-tent lamp on the glacier silk thread.
Scenery is a journey, and snow is another journey.
Red Candle Pillow May Flowers Leaves Deep June Xinghua Village
A thousand crisp hands are more than one point.
Waiting for the sunset to shine on the lonely peony stained with copper bottles, waiting for the flute of the city.
Iraqi people lean on the door, looking forward to your return.
Every stitch of embroidery can see someone hurting you.
You can see that peony has been waiting for you all your life.
Rivers rush into the sea, and everything springs for whom.
The moon won't shine without others.
You can see another stitch in embroidery. Someone got hurt for you.
You can see that there are people waiting for you in summer rain and autumn wind.
Bamboo weeping, ink marks, brocade painting and calligraphy failed.
Love needle, endless thread embroidery, mandarin duck pillow
Twisting your fingers and breaking the brocade, the cuckoo crows.
The hibiscus flowers in Shu are colorful, and the dust turns to dust in an instant.
Warsongs are given away, killing the soul.
Affectionate, dear, really?
Every stitch of embroidery can see someone hurting you.
You can see that peony has been waiting for you all your life.
Rivers rush into the sea, and everything springs for whom.
The moon won't shine without others.
You can see another stitch in embroidery. Someone got hurt for you.
You can see that there are people waiting for you in summer rain and autumn wind.
Bamboo weeping, ink marks, brocade painting and calligraphy failed.
Love needle, endless thread embroidery, mandarin duck pillow
Bamboo weeping, ink marks, brocade painting and calligraphy failed.
Love needle, endless thread embroidery, mandarin duck pillow
"Chris Lee Splendid Lyrics" means that this song is actually called Shu Embroidery, not a new song. Just listen to it and download it in any music listening software. As a comprehensive program, this year's Spring Festival Gala was named "Splendid", which refers to four kinds of embroidery. Shu embroidery is one of them, which is an intangible cultural heritage from Sichuan. Shu embroidery is the image ambassador. Shu embroidery is the theme song of Chengdu Intangible Cultural Heritage Festival, written by Jing M.Guo and composed by Liu Jia.
Specific lyrics:
It rains in March and embroiders needles in April in Furong City.
Feather fan pointed at Qianjunjin and cut a few inches.
Watch the iron horse sewing the Hua Shao Red Dust Thousand-tent lamp on the glacier silk thread.
Scenery is a journey, and snow is another journey.
Red Candle Pillow May Flowers Leaves Deep June Xinghua Village
A thousand crisp hands are more than one point.
Waiting for the sunset to shine on the lonely peony stained with copper bottles, waiting for the flute of the city.
Iraqi people lean on the door, looking forward to your return.
Every stitch of embroidery can see someone hurting you.
You can see that peony has been waiting for you all your life.
Rivers rush into the sea, and everything springs for whom.
The moon won't shine without others.
You can see another stitch in embroidery. Someone got hurt for you.
You can see that there are people waiting for you in summer rain and autumn wind.
Bamboo weeping, ink marks, brocade painting and calligraphy failed.
Love needle, endless thread embroidery, mandarin duck pillow
In this life, I am proud and romantic, as thin as a knife.
How happy you are in the afterlife.
It rains in March and embroiders needles in April in Furong City.
Feather fan pointed at Qianjunjin and cut a few inches.
Watch the iron horse sewing the Hua Shao Red Dust Thousand-tent lamp on the glacier silk thread.
Scenery is a journey, and snow is another journey.
Red Candle Pillow May Flowers Leaves Deep June Xinghua Village
A thousand crisp hands are more than one point.
Waiting for the sunset to shine on the lonely peony stained with copper bottles, waiting for the flute of the city.
Iraqi people lean on the door, looking forward to your return.
Every stitch of embroidery can see someone hurting you.
You can see that peony has been waiting for you all your life.
Rivers rush into the sea, and everything springs for whom.
The moon won't shine without others.
You can see another stitch in embroidery. Someone got hurt for you.
You can see that there are people waiting for you in summer rain and autumn wind.
Bamboo weeping, ink marks, brocade painting and calligraphy failed.
Love needle, endless thread embroidery, mandarin duck pillow
Twisting your fingers and breaking the brocade, the cuckoo crows.
The hibiscus flowers in Shu are colorful, and the dust turns to dust in an instant.
Warsongs are given away, killing the soul.
Affectionate, dear, really?
Every stitch of embroidery can see someone hurting you.
You can see that peony has been waiting for you all your life.
Rivers rush into the sea, and everything springs for whom.
The moon won't shine without others.
You can see another stitch in embroidery. Someone got hurt for you.
You can see that there are people waiting for you in summer rain and autumn wind.
Bamboo weeping, ink marks, brocade painting and calligraphy failed.
Love needle, endless thread embroidery, mandarin duck pillow
Hope to adopt!
Poetry related to the magnificent scenery of Chris Lee.
1, "Watching the Iron Horse Tread on the Glacier" was translated into Lu You's poem "Sleeping at night and listening to the wind and rain, dreaming of the Iron Horse Glacier";
2. "Who is the spring of all things" should be the word "Hua Tang Chun" quoted from Nalan Xingde. "Acacia don't look at each other, who is spring?"
3. "A thousand lights in the world of mortals, mountains and rivers are the journey of snow and snow" is cut out from the words of "Sauvignon Blanc" by Nalan Xingde.
4. "The mountain is a journey, the water is a journey, and the body is going to Guan Yu, and the night is a thousand lights." "It keeps raining ... pedestrians want to kill their souls" comes from Du Mu's famous poem Qingming.
Second, the lyrics
It rains in March and embroiders needles in April in Furong City.
Feather fan pointed at Qianjunjin and cut a few inches.
Watch the iron horse sewing the Hua Shao Red Dust Thousand-tent lamp on the glacier silk thread.
Scenery is a journey, and snow is another journey.
Red Candle Pillow May Flowers Leaves Deep June Xinghua Village
A thousand crisp hands are more than one point.
Waiting for the sunset to shine on the lonely peony stained with copper bottles, waiting for the flute of the city.
Iraqi people lean on the door, looking forward to your return.
Every stitch of embroidery can see someone hurting you.
You can see that peony has been waiting for you all your life.
Rivers rush into the sea, and everything springs for whom.
The moon won't shine without others.
You can see another stitch in embroidery. Someone got hurt for you.
You can see that there are people waiting for you in summer rain and autumn wind.
Bamboo weeping, ink marks, brocade painting and calligraphy failed.
Love needle, endless thread embroidery, mandarin duck pillow
In this life, I am proud and romantic, as thin as a knife.
How happy you are in the afterlife.
It rains in March and embroiders needles in April in Furong City.
Feather fan pointed at Qianjunjin and cut a few inches.
Watch the iron horse sewing the Hua Shao Red Dust Thousand-tent lamp on the glacier silk thread.
Scenery is a journey, and snow is another journey.
Red Candle Pillow May Flowers Leaves Deep June Xinghua Village
A thousand crisp hands are more than one point.
Waiting for the sunset to shine on the lonely peony stained with copper bottles, waiting for the flute of the city.
Iraqi people lean on the door, looking forward to your return.
Every stitch of embroidery can see someone hurting you.
You can see that peony has been waiting for you all your life.
Rivers rush into the sea, and everything springs for whom.
The moon won't shine without others.
You can see another stitch in embroidery. Someone got hurt for you.
You can see that there are people waiting for you in summer rain and autumn wind.
Bamboo weeping, ink marks, brocade painting and calligraphy failed.
Love needle, endless thread embroidery, mandarin duck pillow
Twisting your fingers and breaking the brocade, the cuckoo crows.
The hibiscus flowers in Shu are colorful, and the dust turns to dust in an instant.
Warsongs are given away, killing the soul.
Affectionate, dear, really?
Every stitch of embroidery can see someone hurting you.
You can see that peony has been waiting for you all your life.
Rivers rush into the sea, and everything springs for whom.
The moon won't shine without others.
You can see another stitch in embroidery. Someone got hurt for you.
You can see that there are people waiting for you in summer rain and autumn wind.
Bamboo weeping, ink marks, brocade painting and calligraphy failed.
Love needle, endless thread embroidery, mandarin duck pillow
Chris Lee splendid songwriter, Chris Lee splendid lyricist, Chris Lee tonight splendid lyrics complete Shu embroidery.
Lyrics: Composed by Liu Jia and Yan Dandan.
Singing: Chris Lee
It rains in March and embroiders needles in April in Furong City.
Feather fan pointed at Qianjunjin and cut a few inches.
Watch the iron horse sewing the Hua Shao Red Dust Thousand-tent lamp on the glacier silk thread.
Scenery is a journey, and snow is another journey.
Red Candle Pillow May Flowers Leaves Deep June Xinghua Village
A thousand crisp hands are more than one point.
Waiting for the sunset to shine on the lonely peony stained with copper bottles, waiting for the flute of the city.
Iraqi people lean on the door, looking forward to your return.
Every stitch of embroidery can see someone hurting you.
You can see that peony has been waiting for you all your life.
Rivers rush into the sea, and everything springs for whom.
The moon won't shine without others.
You can see another stitch in embroidery. Someone got hurt for you.
You can see that there are people waiting for you in summer rain and autumn wind.
Bamboo weeping, ink marks, brocade painting and calligraphy failed.
Love needle, endless thread embroidery, mandarin duck pillow
In this life, I am proud and romantic, as thin as a knife.
How happy you are in the afterlife.
It rains in March and embroiders needles in April in Furong City.
Feather fan pointed at Qianjunjin and cut a few inches.
Watch the iron horse sewing the Hua Shao Red Dust Thousand-tent lamp on the glacier silk thread.
Scenery is a journey, and snow is another journey.
Red Candle Pillow May Flowers Leaves Deep June Xinghua Village
A thousand crisp hands are more than one point.
Waiting for the sunset to shine on the lonely peony stained with copper bottles, waiting for the flute of the city.
Iraqi people lean on the door, looking forward to your return.
Every stitch of embroidery can see someone hurting you.
You can see that peony has been waiting for you all your life.
Rivers rush into the sea, and everything springs for whom.
The moon won't shine without others.
You can see another stitch in embroidery. Someone got hurt for you.
You can see that there are people waiting for you in summer rain and autumn wind.
Bamboo weeping, ink marks, brocade painting and calligraphy failed.
Love needle, endless thread embroidery, mandarin duck pillow
Twisting your fingers and breaking the brocade, the cuckoo crows.
The hibiscus flowers in Shu are colorful, and the dust turns to dust in an instant.
Warsongs are given away, killing the soul.
Affectionate, dear, really?
Every stitch of embroidery can see someone hurting you.
You can see that peony has been waiting for you all your life.
Rivers rush into the sea, and everything springs for whom.
The moon won't shine without others.
You can see another stitch in embroidery. Someone got hurt for you.
You can see that there are people waiting for you in summer rain and autumn wind.
Bamboo weeping, ink marks, brocade painting and calligraphy failed.
Love needle, endless thread embroidery, mandarin duck pillow
Bamboo weeping, ink marks, brocade painting and calligraphy failed.
Love needle, endless thread embroidery, mandarin duck pillow
Song "Wonderful" Lyrics Chris Lee "Wonderful"
Lyrics: Jing M.Guo
Composer: Liu Jia/Yan Dandan
It rains in March and embroiders needles in April in Furong City.
Feather fan pointed at Qianjunjin and cut a few inches.
Watch the iron horse sewing the Hua Shao Red Dust Thousand-tent lamp on the glacier silk thread.
Scenery is a journey, and snow is another journey.
Red Candle Pillow May Flowers Leaves Deep June Xinghua Village
A thousand crisp hands are more than one point.
Waiting for the sunset to shine on the lonely peony stained with copper bottles, waiting for the flute of the city.
Iraqi people lean on the door, looking forward to your return.
Every stitch of embroidery can see someone hurting you.
You can see that peony has been waiting for you all your life.
Rivers rush into the sea, and everything springs for whom.
The moon won't shine without others.
You can see another stitch in embroidery. Someone got hurt for you.
You can see that there are people waiting for you in summer rain and autumn wind.
Bamboo weeping, ink marks, brocade painting and calligraphy failed.
Love needle, endless thread embroidery, mandarin duck pillow
In this life, I am proud and romantic, as thin as a knife.
How happy you are in the afterlife.
It rains in March and embroiders needles in April in Furong City.
Feather fan pointed at Qianjunjin and cut a few inches.
Watch the iron horse sewing the Hua Shao Red Dust Thousand-tent lamp on the glacier silk thread.
Scenery is a journey, and snow is another journey.
Red Candle Pillow May Flowers Leaves Deep June Xinghua Village
A thousand crisp hands are more than one point.
Waiting for the sunset to shine on the lonely peony stained with copper bottles, waiting for the flute of the city.
Iraqi people lean on the door, looking forward to your return.
Every stitch of embroidery can see someone hurting you.
You can see that peony has been waiting for you all your life.
Rivers rush into the sea, and everything springs for whom.
Love needle, endless thread embroidery, mandarin duck pillow
Every stitch of embroidery can see someone hurting you.
You can see that peony has been waiting for you all your life.
Rivers rush into the sea, and everything springs for whom.
The moon won't shine without others.
You can see another stitch in embroidery. Someone got hurt for you.
You can see that there are people waiting for you in summer rain and autumn wind.
Bamboo weeping, ink marks, brocade painting and calligraphy failed.
Love needle, endless thread embroidery, mandarin duck pillow
Would you please make it clear?
Baidu Encyclopedia can search for "Shu embroidery".
Can be copied to you: Furong city, March rain, April embroidery needle, feather fan, pointing a thousand troops, brocade, cutting a few inches, watching iron horses stepping on glaciers, sewing silk thread, Hua Shao red dust, thousands of lanterns, mountains and rivers, ice and snow, another journey, red candle pillow, May flower, deep leaves, Xinghua village, red crisp hands, thousands of thousands of marriages, one more point. Who is everything? You can see another stitch of embroidery. Someone hurt you. You can see summer rain and autumn wind. Someone is waiting for you. Bamboo tears, ink marks and brocade paintings are all unrequited love. The embroidery thread is endless. Yuanyang pillow, this life is proud. The romantic moon is as thin as a knife, which makes people feel old and endless in the afterlife. In Furong City in March, the rain was full of embroidery needles. Feather fans point to thousands of troops. This brocade was cut off by several inches. Look at the iron horse stepping on the glacier, sewing silk thread, the world of mortals, in June, in Xinghua Village, red crisp hands get married for thousands of times, one more point. The setting sun shines on the lonely peony, and the sound of the city flute dyes the copper. The Iraqi people are leaning against the door. I hope you will stand back. You can see that every stitch is embroidered. Someone hurt you. You can see that peony has prepared for you all your life. Someone is waiting for the river to enter the sea. For whom, the moon shines endlessly. You can see that another stitch has been embroidered. Someone hurt you. You can see summer rain and autumn wind waiting for you. The cuckoo cries blood, the hibiscus blooms in Sichuan, and the dust turns into dust in a blink of an eye. Give away the battle song. People want to break their souls. It's true. You can see that every stitch is embroidered. You see, peonies have a lifetime. Some people are waiting for you to go to sea. For who? You can see another stitch of embroidery. Some people can see that summer rain and autumn wind are hurting you. Someone is waiting for you. Embroidery thread is endless. Embroidery thread is endless. Embroidery thread is endless.
Splendid Chris Lee Lyrics Daquan Lotus March Rain April Embroidery Needle.
Feather fan pointed at Qianjunjin and cut a few inches.
Watch the iron horse sewing the Hua Shao Red Dust Thousand-tent lamp on the glacier silk thread.
Scenery is a journey, and snow is another journey.
Red Candle Pillow May Flowers Leaves Deep June Xinghua Village
A thousand crisp hands are more than one point.
Waiting for the sunset to shine on the lonely peony stained with copper bottles, waiting for the flute of the city.
Iraqi people lean on the door, looking forward to your return.
Every stitch of embroidery can see someone hurting you.
You can see that peony has been waiting for you all your life.
Rivers rush into the sea, and everything springs for whom.
The moon won't shine without others.
You can see another stitch in embroidery. Someone got hurt for you.
You can see that there are people waiting for you in summer rain and autumn wind.
Bamboo weeping, ink marks, brocade painting and calligraphy failed.
Love needle, endless thread embroidery, mandarin duck pillow
In this life, I am proud and romantic, as thin as a knife.
How happy you are in the afterlife.
It rains in March and embroiders needles in April in Furong City.
Feather fan pointed at Qianjunjin and cut a few inches.
Watch the iron horse sewing the Hua Shao Red Dust Thousand-tent lamp on the glacier silk thread.
Scenery is a journey, and snow is another journey.
Red Candle Pillow May Flowers Leaves Deep June Xinghua Village
A thousand crisp hands are more than one point.
Waiting for the sunset to shine on the lonely peony stained with copper bottles, waiting for the flute of the city.
Iraqi people lean on the door, looking forward to your return.
Every stitch of embroidery can see someone hurting you.
You can see that peony has been waiting for you all your life.
Rivers rush into the sea, and everything springs for whom.
The moon won't shine without others.
You can see another stitch in embroidery. Someone got hurt for you.
You can see that there are people waiting for you in summer rain and autumn wind.
Bamboo weeping, ink marks, brocade painting and calligraphy failed.
Love needle, endless thread embroidery, mandarin duck pillow
Twisting your fingers and breaking the brocade, the cuckoo crows.
The hibiscus flowers in Shu are colorful, and the dust turns to dust in an instant.
Warsongs are given away, killing the soul.
Affectionate, dear, really?
Every stitch of embroidery can see someone hurting you.
You can see that peony has been waiting for you all your life.
Rivers rush into the sea, and everything springs for whom.
The moon won't shine without others.
You can see another stitch in embroidery. Someone got hurt for you.
You can see that there are people waiting for you in summer rain and autumn wind.
Bamboo weeping, ink marks, brocade painting and calligraphy failed.
Love needle, endless thread embroidery, mandarin duck pillow
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Who was the first to announce the original song of Chris Lee Splendid in the Spring Festival Evening? The song of Chris Lee Splendid is Shu embroidery.
Shu Embroidery is a Chinese style song composed by Jing M.Guo and composed by Liu Jia and Yan Yidan. This song was sung by Chris Lee, Ambassador of Shu Embroidery in the Second International Intangible Cultural Heritage Festival, and included in the album Red Star Shines produced by Tian Yue Media. It is the theme song of Chengdu Intangible Cultural Heritage Festival.
So, the original singer is Chris Lee.