The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival is a Chinese style song composed and sung by Vae. It was included in the first music album Custom released by Vae in 2009. The duration of the music is 3 minutes and 40 seconds. Rain on Qingming Festival is a retro style-mourning song, similar to Lu You's poem Shen Yuan. The lyrics are sad and sorrowful, like tears, and they are gone forever. I feel sorry for myself, but one day is still eighteen years. Next, I made a humble evaluation of On Clear Rain with folk poems.
"Mourning", as its name implies, is a kind of writing to pay homage to the living and the dead, which appears in the form of poems, words and minor tunes. The song of death has added euphemistic and changeable sad notes, and the combination of words and songs is even more memorable, nostalgic and painful, without feeling like crying.
Xu Hao's song The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival has both ancient nostalgic brushstrokes and modern restoration culture defects. There are many ancient musical instruments and modern drums in the tune. In addition, the whole song is matched with ancient and modern times, and Xiaojiabiyu is full of breath, sad and moving. It is really appropriate to use it as the soundtrack of Qingming Rain Recitation.
Lyrics of Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival
Outside the window is Chu Xiao, Rizhao West Bridge, and the clouds are shaking, thinking of your skirt swaying slightly by the lotus wind. Woodcarving is golden, and the years are rippling. I closed my pen seven years ago, because my life was only for you. The rain wet my eyes. I lean on the well every year and look forward to returning to the main hall. I am most afraid of not knowing that my tears have been torn down. I am wandering in the world, I can't find your paradise, and I hope I can't forget it. It's sunny and rainy again. Folded chrysanthemums will be sent to you, and your favorite songs will be sung gently.
There is a harp in the distance, silent and ethereal, urging rain with sound and telling yourself with a trickle of thoughts. The moon falls, the fireworks are heavy, and the candles are red. The world of mortals is empty. The rain wet my eyes. I lean on the well every year and look forward to returning to the main hall. I am most afraid of not knowing that my tears have been torn down. I am wandering in the world, I can't find your paradise, and I hope I can't forget it. It's sunny and rainy again. Folded chrysanthemums will be sent to you, and your favorite songs will be sung gently.
I am wandering in the world, I can't find your paradise, and I hope I can't forget it. It's sunny and rainy again. Folded chrysanthemums will be sent to you, and your favorite songs will be sung gently.