Meet temporarily before the flowers and under the moon. In the blink of an eye, the flourishing age is just a mirage before it collapses. However, you are a beautiful cinnabar. I sang three times to sigh the ancient armor, and the pipa was lingering, so far away.
I still remember your picturesque eyes, and your years are gone forever. Turn around like a picture
Pipa is loud, and poetry is just a copy of Gan Kun. Jin Goma iron, beauty as jade, sword as rainbow. There are many stories about "everything is done in the world". However, the blood and tenderness in the poem seems to be more unique.
A modest gentleman is as gentle as jade. Loneliness and patience. However, Jiangshan is still a picture scroll, the peach blossoms are exhausted, and the silk and bamboo are dumb.
Close at hand, picturesque.
Silence, absolute beauty.
The essence of dreams
Original name: Daughter Red
Date of establishment: March 2009
Lyrics: wjjslove (Scenery)
Composition, arrangement and singing: sparkling poems
Publication time: around 2009 10, and it will be released at the same time as the radio drama of the same name.
Team: Langya Pavilion &; Produced in zero month.
Lyrics:
White silk thread and green hair make your eyes picturesque.
Looking at each other in a trance, I have nothing to say.
Fu's moment became an eternal moment.
The lost years turned into tears.
Holding the pipa is close at hand, but out of reach.
Looking back at a prosperous time, it is as prosperous as a epiphyllum.
Red cinnabar Zhuo Fenghua Qingcheng Yan Yinjia
Peach blossoms turn to the lonely noise.
It's even colder at night, empty and silent.
The mountain and river scrolls have also been yellowed and weathered by history.
I've been worried about you all my life.
Before the flowers bloom and under the moon, the sky turns yellow.
Holding the pipa is close at hand, but out of reach.
Looking back at a prosperous time, it is as prosperous as a epiphyllum.
Red cinnabar Zhuo Fenghua Qingcheng Yan Yinjia
Peach blossoms turn to the lonely noise.
Kill for you, kill for you, take the world.
I have no complaints about subverting the world and struggling in life and death.
The truth of the oath collapses.
Looking at each other from a distance, there is nothing to say.
It's even colder at night, empty and silent.
The mountain and river scrolls have also been yellowed and weathered by history.
I've been worried about you all my life.
Before the flowers bloom and under the moon, the sky turns yellow.
The years are picturesque.
The story about Daughter Red
In winky's blog, I wrote:
To tell you the truth, I'm not very satisfied with the title "The Essence of Dreams". I don't like the original scenery either. But after all, it is a work in cooperation with other societies. After all, it needs to show some sincerity, so it is called this name. Before that, the name of this song was Daughter Red.
Jiangnan famous wine
Anyone who knows Xiaoshi knows that Xiaoshi yearns for Jiangnan, the feeling of flowing water on a small bridge and the feeling of rainy days.
Xiaoshi dreams of going. But as a song goes, "When I want to go, I have no money, but when I have money, I have no time." I have never been to that dream water town I like to see the euphemism in my heart.
However, it is with this yearning and imagination that Xiao Shi can complete every piece of music that regrets Jiangnan.
Daughter Red is a famous wine in the south of the Yangtze River, and almost everyone in the north and south of the river has heard of this gentle name.
It is said that Daughter Red was buried by her father when her daughter was born and kept until her daughter got married. The wine of happiness and blessing.
However, the altar I wrote is a sad wine, and I wrote a story about a person drinking it.
This is a story I heard from a friend. It is said that in ancient Jiangnan, a girl got married and her husband was exiled. Never come back.
Decades have passed and the girl has become an old woman. The daughter red that I haven't had time to drink has been put under the girl's bed.
One day, she finally met her husband who had been thinking about it for years.
But the husband has been the husband of another woman for more than forty years.
When she saw him, he was smiling gently at his grandson, so happy.
She didn't cry, didn't go to him. I just came home silently, took out my daughter's red, which had been hidden for more than 60 years, sat by the river, listened to the sound of water and drank it slowly.
My daughter's red color finally turned into a little blood, and she coughed all over.
Drunk lying by the river, quietly counting Qian Fan. Thousands of years.
It is such a story that there are not so many worrying plots, but the poem only praises the power that a woman can wait for love.
I don't think she's sad. After all, she knows that the person she likes is happy.
Will you be happy yourself? ......
2. Write to the lost old days-the diary of the ancient town
The creation of this diary of an ancient town can be said to be extremely difficult. First there are words, then there are arrangements, and then there are works. It took more than half a year to add up. The tune of this "Diary of an Ancient Town" is clear but euphemistic, with the unique tenderness of Jiangnan.
The poem says, "The ancient town, flowing water, sunshine, old women, rocking chairs and mottled walls are the Jiangnan in my heart."
Lyrics: the wind cherishes feathers
Composition, arrangement and singing: sparkling poems
Lyrics: the wind cherishes feathers
Composer: sparkling poem
Arranging: sparkling poems
Late period: sparkling poems
Leaning against the summer cloister
The town slept soundly and was calm.
The wind along the Tuojiang River is slightly cooler.
Who sings softly in the distance?
The window of that bamboo building
Who got lost in the song?
The sunlight swayed gently through the window.
Blurred the melancholy at the moment.
That old ballad
Tell the story of the past with white walls and black tiles
The leaves of Sophora japonica are green and yellow.
Whose figure has the sunset lengthened?
When did the bride in the alley go blind?
The hair turns into a frost.
Who asked how many pairs of children she had?
Who is she waiting for?
The window of that bamboo building
Who got lost in the song?
The sunlight swayed gently through the window.
Blurred the melancholy at the moment.
That old ballad
Tell the story of the past with white walls and black tiles
The leaves of Sophora japonica are green and yellow.
The lonely figure is elongated by the sunset.
When did the bride in the alley go blind?
The hair turns into a frost.
Who asked how many pairs of children she had?
But who is she waiting for?
When will the new tea in the cup get cold?
The pages in my hand have turned a few chapters.
His eyes scanned the ancient city wall.
Some old things can't be forgotten
This old movie will soon be over.
The pub is also ready to close.
I suddenly turned around and refused to leave.
The heartbeat turned out to be a gentle sadness.
When did the bride in the alley go blind?
The hair turns into a frost.
Who asked how many pairs of children she had?
But who is she waiting for?
The new tea in the cup is cold.
The pages in my hand have turned over several chapters.
His eyes rested on the ancient city wall.
Some old things can't be forgotten
Whose youth is still on who?
About the title of the song: The original name of this song is Diary of the Ancient City. But Xiaoshi felt that the song he wrote was not as prosperous as any city, so he wanted to call it Diary of an Ancient Town. "A lot must have happened in a small town for hundreds of years," Xiao Shi said, and Yan Yu wrote the words like this, including people and places with stories one after another.
3. A thousand years of gloom are fleeting, how can it be worth a night on earth?
Flowers are everywhere, falling like rain. Youth is fading, and the five flavors are mixed. The world is full of vicissitudes, sadness and glory.
What happened yesterday was a cloud of smoke, but when the world passed, who could understand it?
Jiang Feng sleeps in the fire, the sound of oars is bright and warm, but it is cold on a cold night.
Mochow gathers and leaves.
This love affair is not as dreamy as a dream, like the sound of oars and lights, clear and warm, but the cold night is like the vicissitudes of life in the world. The return of the prelude is really wonderful, but what I heard is impermanence. Greed and hatred.
Poetry is always like this, sad but not hurt.
So different from the previous romantic months, I gradually drank the wine that burned my throat and ironed my chest, which was heavy and warm.
In the introduction of this song, Winky wrote: "After a thousand years in the underworld, how can it be worth all the thoughts and sorrows in the middle of the night?" I can only melt all my feelings into the melody. Whispered in my ear yesterday, but it turned into a scar that witnessed my deep love. "
Many people may not have noticed that this song has two main songs, and the first sentence of the first two paragraphs of each main song adds up to four words "romantic".
Words: sparkling poems
Song: Sparkling Poetry
Arranging: sparkling poems
The wind blew off flowers everywhere.
I can't taste all kinds of flavors.
I haven't sung for many years.
Sad smile, happy tears are just the opposite.
Flowers bloom and fall, flowers bloom and fall, and the world is prosperous.
Can't understand vicissitudes of life
Can't finish seeing the magnificent scenery.
Worry about past lives, worry about this life, look back and experience glory.
I can't count the sobs.
I can't tell you how many times I miss you.
Life after life, the full moon is missing.
River maple, fishing lamp, and eternal dark sleep
Facing the waning moon alone
Counting Qian Fan year after year.
Laugh and sigh the past blowing in the wind, disillusioned.
Yesterday's whispers have all disappeared.
How many earth years have passed?
In the middle of the night, the wind was cold and the sleep was amazing.
How many whimpers did the snowflake fall on the screen?
Endless promises are hard to tell apart.
Crying is endless, and life is short.
It's hard to look back, don't sigh, don't worry about reunion.
How many thoughts have the waning moon and the rising moon aroused?
Smelling the faint fragrance is also true and false.
I can't stop laughing and joking.
How many years have passed since Qian Fan tried to put out the residual light?
I can't count the sobs.
I can't tell you how many times I miss you.
Life after life, the full moon is missing.
River maple, fishing lamp, and eternal dark sleep
Facing the waning moon alone
Counting Qian Fan year after year.
Laugh and sigh the past blowing in the wind, disillusioned.
Yesterday's whispers have all disappeared.
How many earth years have passed?
Lying on your side, sleeping alone with pillow water.
[ 1-2]
This song is written for the person I once loved deeply-"ta"
Because of that person, I have laughed, cried, hurt and hurt, and there are many beautiful and painful memories between us. Because of that man, I used to wait downstairs in the dormitory until the whole building was closed. Because of that man, I once burned a pink fireworks on my left arm. Because of that person, I once begged that person to keep me. Because of that man, I once begged TA to let me go. Nowadays, everything may become impossible, all illusions about love are shattered, and once happiness has become indelible pain. Whenever people leave themselves alone at the end of the song, they will feel severe pain inside. Because of that person, the two most important people in my life now, came into my world. They used their love for me to calm my pain, give me comfort and give me so much warmth. Now they have reached the point where they can't be separated. Xiao Shi just wants to say, sister, stars, you are the same people as my parents in my life. You are all my real family. Xiaoshi loves you, so much. I had a fever of 39.5 degrees the morning before yesterday, so I didn't have time to go out to the hospital. I fell down in my living room, and I missed that man before I fainted. I wrote this song yesterday morning because I missed that man tossing and turning and smoking all night. I decided to sing this song early this morning. To commemorate those days when we were together, and to commemorate michel platini, he wanted to be that person's child, although I knew it was impossible. This song also proves that I really want to go out. I want to get rid of the world without TA and get used to this world without TA. Finally, thanks to the stars and the big rabbit, who let me out. Without you, I dare not face my previous poems today. I will love you forever! ! !
Lyrics: sparkling poems
Composer: sparkling poem
Arranging: sparkling poems
Later period: Chosu Syria
Singing: sparkling poetry
Those years, those things, those words
Those days I dare not say.
Laughter, songs, people.
Those endings that will never end
These years, these things, these words
These long-lost innocence
These smiles, these songs, these people
These hurt my soul.
I'm so serious
If it weren't for your impossibility.
You are serious.
It's not as real as the tears in the corner of my eyes.
Dare not think, dare not guess and dare not ask.
I dare not say who I am.
Dare not sleep, cry or laugh.
Dare not recall the last heartache.
These years, these things, these words
These long-lost innocence
These smiles, these songs, these people
These hurt my soul.
I'm so serious
But in exchange for an impossible judgment.
Love hurts so much.
It hurts me so much that I dare not hate it anymore.
I forgot those memories.
I dare not love. It hurts.
Dare not be serious.
Now you can only let go of my hand.
Now I can only beg you to let me go.
I have forgotten, but I think.
Don't contact again when you are tired of crying.
From now on, I can't stay.
Since then, the world has become black and white.
5. Where is it like before?
A pot of turbid wine is sacrificed for whom, and a song of acacia is remembered for whom; The glitz that died for whom, the parting that cried for whom. Over the years, no one in the world can live like a dream, and life ... is like a bottle.
Lyrics: wjjslove
Adaptation: Poetry
[00:09.7 1] Original song: love song.
Singing: Poetry (Adapted Edition)
[00: 15.25] Copywriting: Love men
Poster: Butterfly Dust
Late stage: Qi Luan
Producer: Shi Douchuan
[00:23.08]
Poetry is picturesque, fog is like yarn.
Wan Li's heart is white and her hair is in the clouds.
[00:35.48] The breeze is fine, and the willows sink under the setting sun, which damages the tenderness.
[00:4 1. 15] Light dust, fibers, flying flowers, ancient temples and all their remnants.
Song and dance are full of wine, but the candle is short.
The moon in Lou Yu is waning, and the western hills are full of dust.
[00:58.78] Smoke broke through the city, Cang Yue fell to the sky, and melancholy and turbid wine spilled.
[0 1:04.76] Qingyun is absolutely sad and hateful, which is silence.
[01:11.86] Dreams are like emptiness.
[0 1: 17.82] The swing collects all the idle clouds of the Ming Dynasty.
[0 1:23.60] Shadows are connected, and dying tears flow in vain.
[0 1:29.50] The wind is hard to be chic.
[0 1:35.80]
[0 1:37.73] At dusk, rain hates clouds and worries all day long.
[0 1:44.2 1] Tides even make the Moon Tower lonely.
[0 1:50.05] first frost is full of land, and the clouds are low and the moon is bright.
Sadness and heartbreak at parting.
[02:0 1.80] I hate why I have no end, and I gradually feel the leaves of Xiao Yuhua.
The lonely courtyard is cold and quiet.
Old pavilions are hard to shed tears.
Remember who has been walking here for many years.
The moon is unfamiliar, and the ancient road is slightly cold.
Don't leave the banquet cup without stopping drinking, you will burst into tears.
A floating dream, a thousand golden smiles, a messy red screen.
What is the feeling of intestinal rupture?
[02:56.55]
Dreams and souls are like emptiness.
[03: 17.83] All the green locks were gathered at leisure in the Ming Dynasty.
[03:23.76] The shadows are connected, and the eyes are lying on the sickbed.
It's hard to see the world in the wind.
[03:34.87]
[03:35.43] The moon is not familiar with the ancient road with slight cold at night.
[03:4 1.28] When you leave the banquet cup, you will burst into tears and keep drinking.
A floating dream, a thousand golden smiles, a messy red screen.
What is the feeling of intestinal rupture?
[03:58.30]
The white jade lamp is full of affection, still flying all over the sky.
The song of lovesickness in the quiet night. Who remembers that Fahua changed Zhu Yan?
[04: 10.37] Go without a trace, and go back to the place where you accidentally got drunk.
Finally, it's not like this world.
6. Life is like a dream [demo] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
You and I are just fleeting moments. When we look back, the sun is setting, your clothes are swaying, and the moon is broken all over the river.
At most, the world can't stay.
Whether sad or happy, it's just a big dream.
Seems to be conquered by the sound of poetry. At first, this song was like a dream. The accompaniment is quiet and gentle. Seems sad, all the way to the depths of the soul. On the day when the seasons changed, I went to see the floating life in the fog.
Say it's flowers, not flowers, say it's fog? Not fog.
7. A lifetime of Jianghu _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Sauvignon Blanc, recalling the past.
After birth, there will be no acacia, only acacia, and then acacia.
Young and frivolous, young and irresponsible What is Jiangnan like? Is it a horse? Dream of hometown. Quick flush makeup.
In the past, I knew nothing about music. When will you dream back?
Jianghu life.
In this dream, Jiangnan and the voice of poetry fit perfectly. Clean and familiar, probably the cool rain when I left my hometown. Or a song about the full moon. Hong Jing looked in the mirror and fell asleep. Old Yan in front of the beam scattered spring mud.
That pot of wine is full, so it's time to go after drinking it.
Sing sauvignon blanc. When not to miss each other.
On your way home from Daiyue, the Qiang flute was covered with frost.
Quiet and melancholy, clearly dripping.
8. Take me to _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Mo Yun Tiancheng ed.
Raindrops pattered on the corrugated board. So, I think it's Mei Huangshi in Jinghua.
Have you ever recalled the young movies at that time? But it happened to land on the dust. Love has thousands of postures.
I just flew with you once.
Even the annihilation of death.
Take me flying.
It should be guqin, so touching and so beautiful. Then the piano is noisy. It seems to be floating, looking for it. Lead the way to drink songs, and then break the indifference of the world of mortals. One minute and fifty seconds are not over yet.
It had nothing to do with my love, and I didn't understand it until the end. But I think it's a proper rest.
However, there is no ending, such a melody.
Pity and clean. I miss you so much.
9. The other side _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Ghost fire is cold and the path is lonely.
Love can't be wanted, and it hurts to leave. There are three ways to do it, and you will never forget it. Seven elder brothers all dispersed, put on makeup and made masks, ferried to the crowd and fell into Styx. Mottle is more than makeup, tangled and wasted. Take the country for whom, bury the bones and snow for whom.
For whom, I experienced emotional robbery, and for whom, I lost my soul.
Brilliant ghost, it's hard to abuse your son when he is happy. Singing poetry is like crossing the soul. The people watching the scene of bustle seem to be a mixture of good and evil people. And the glamorous ghost who danced with his life, with his arrogant and compassionate eyes, seems to have dissipated his three souls and seven souls, overlooking the joys and sorrows that are high above him. On and off in the world, but actually forget each other.
It is better to forget each other than to care about them.
It's a rhinoceros horn that crosses the soul, and it's a helpless sad song.
10, laugh and forget it _ _ _ _ _ _ _
There is no need to return the knife when the spring is suddenly released, and children are always in the Jianghu. Drink all the wine and smile proudly. Together, grow together.
Laugh and get drunk with you for 3,000 games, without complaint or injury. You and I are in the same boat.
It's been a long time since you traveled in Kyushu with me.
But smile and forget.
People who have seen the knife of "Spring is bursting" may understand that such a smile is forgotten. If the momentum of an chamber music is like Xie Tianbi's Four Seas Dragon, it will be a knife to Chang 'an. Then this poem is the heroic and chic style that Su Xiao lacks. The road is full of water and soup. Accompanied by knowing each other, there is no embarrassment for young children. On the contrary, it is the pleasure of the rivers and lakes side by side, not without lingering.
It's just a hundred steelmaking and round fingers.
Chang 'an, Jia Luo, proud of the world.
1 1, real name pavilion painted skin
The Painted Skin of Life is the theme song of the radio drama Away from Dreams. As the name implies, this is a song about painted skins. The transparent and enchanting voice, coupled with strange and sad words, unveiled a ghost story of the ancient western regions.
It is sad to waste time and ubiquitous melancholy, and the enchanting myth under the moon is doomed to be a thing of the past. Your gentle fragrance lingers in the wind, but your blood cannot flow. This is probably the legendary ghost story. Yin and yang are separated forever, and the Tao dies. The song is not long, but every word is sung into the heart and lungs, which is intriguing.
The desert sandstorm drowned the loneliness of the deserted building, and ghosts were the prelude to feelings. Affectionate wine permeates the skin, and plain hands and beautiful faces confuse people and eat innocents. Camel bells are swaying in the wind and sand of that river, and thousands of strokes depict the cinnabar of a hundred years of wind and dust. The flower demon pagoda is like a moon flower, with thick brushwork and white wax painting. Strange music coupled with the enchanting voice of a poem is definitely a rare masterpiece.
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Guest appearance in the first issue of personal modern beauty radio drama "Vulgar"
Vulgar
Original: Three nights of rain
Production: Houhai is not a sea
PS artist: as happy as Donghai
Hand-painted artist: Bing Xiaoer (10 Music Club)
Ed: Wool Morning (10 Music Club)
Dubbing group (in order of appearance):
Zhuang Jie: The sky.
Yan Qing: Coke ice.
Zhou Jin: One day.
Qi: Xie Su (bel canto)
Sister Hua: Fan Yan.
Friendly dedication (in order of appearance):
Without the moon, God would shine.
MB b: thoughtless
Guest A: Sparkling Poetry.
Guest B: Li Xiaoyao (melody)
Moderator: Mr. Gu.
Rogue A: Shinji
Rogue B: Mic(XP Studio)
Rogue C: German shepherd (voice of love)
Nurse: Yaoyue (sure it's the same person)
Police: Forgotten (Kunlun level)
And:
Smile (determined to be a fan), return to the boat after the storm, Shen Xiaodi (10 Music Club), Da Poke Goods, Zi Yingtong (Qin Sheng)
), Ashi (ZerOne Bar)