The lyrics are as follows:
The blue sky in Shan Ye is also empty.
There are red berries all over the mountain.
Look at the blue sky with your little hand.
The cloud becomes your smiling face.
Plum blossoms are not as beautiful as roses.
This is the strongest flower thread in Shan Ye.
Yours is as cold as a plum.
I want to protect you and accompany you
Meihua Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane.
We met in the cold winter.
Even to the ends of the earth, even to the ends of the earth.
We wrote this poem together.
Meihua Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane.
We met at Meihaishan.
What is the question about love that connects people?
We will always hold hands.
What song is the rose thick thick thick thick? I heard it in the show 90 live room. Please see if the lyrics are this song.
Plum blossom fiddling
The lyrics are as follows:
The blue sky in Shan Ye is also empty.
There are red berries all over the mountain.
Look at the blue sky with your little hand.
The cloud becomes your smiling face.
Plum blossoms are not as beautiful as roses.
This is the strongest flower thread in Shan Ye.
Yours is as cold as a plum.
I want to protect you and accompany you
Meihua Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane.
We met in the cold winter.
Even to the ends of the earth, even to the ends of the earth.
We wrote this poem together.
Meihua Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane Lane.
We met at Meihaishan.
What is the question about love that connects people?
We will always hold hands.
The lyrics are very thick. What is the name of the peach blossom opening song? What song is it? Peach Blossom Red.
Singing: Su Yun
Album "amazing"
Affectionate rain yo affectionate wind.
Spring breeze spring rain peach blossom red
Peach blossoms and spring dreams.
Peach blossoms are as red as daughters.
Hua Tian Hua di floriculture
Love and infatuation are hazy.
Peach blossoms bloom and peach blossoms are red.
Chasing spring rain and spring breeze
Affectionate rain yo affectionate wind.
Rain peach blossom red
A few peach blossoms have a few lingering spring dreams.
Peach blossoms are as red as daughters.
Hua Yun Hua Hai Hua Qing Chuan
Without a trace of affection.
Peach blossoms bloom and peach blossoms are red.
Laugh at spring rain and spring breeze.
Hua Yun Hua Hai Hua Qing Chuan
Without a trace of affection.
Peach blossoms bloom and peach blossoms are red.
Laugh at spring rain and spring breeze.
Laugh at spring rain and spring breeze.
The lyrics are thick ... thick ... every summer I remember.
Album: No Singer: 7 Fulu Brothers
The last summer before we grew up.
A small wish unexpected in time.
Ten years later, in August.
Has your smiling face changed from yours?
Will the memory picture repeat itself?
Remember the night when we first met?
At an unexpected moment at the crossroads.
You waved to me and said, hey, the sunset on your back looks dazzling.
You walk in front hand in hand, whistling.
I looked down and blushed with embarrassment.
But my heart is actually very happy, as sweet as honey.
Ah ... fireworks bloom in the night sky, like moonlight in late summer, inexplicably sad.
Ah ... the fragrance of flowers precipitated in the wind flows with time.
Dragonflies are flying and cicadas are singing.
Secret cabin, our desire to carve.
Tick your fingers and say that you should always keep it in mind.
In summer, we agree to recall the past.
After a long time, I miss you deeply.
One day in August ten years later.
When we meet again, stop time
The shadows of the trees fell mottled on the shoulders. This is a beautiful summer after many years.
Smile at one another, silent tears.
Until you clumsily say good morning, as if we were only apart for one night.
The picture of memory repeats itself again.
Ah ... the calendar tears off unknown flowers one after another and blooms in this hot summer.
Ah ... the sun rises and sets, and the moon comes to accompany it.
Small green shoots are covered with branches.
Try to climb up bit by bit every day.
Climb over the home we both built at the top of the mountain.
On that bright summer day, the shadows of trees fell mottled on the shoulders.
Sitting in front of the window back to back, the sun is shining.
You said we would do this forever, and then we didn't understand that it was a promise.
Memories are repeated scene after scene.
Rainbow on the horizon, breeze and flying fireflies
Remember our dream of meeting in the future?
Constant smile, as ignorant as then.
Staggered time and space, hugging each other at this moment.
The summer in memory is at the end of our long journey.
How many endless words, a thousand words.
From sunset to stars
Say what you promised at the beginning.
When tears slip through my lips, they stop gently at your fingertips.
It is joy. I have missed you for a long time.
Promise me, from now on, I will never go to never say goodbye again, only occasionally casually talk about that year.
Before we broke up last summer.
A small wish that can't be finished in time.
Finally, ten years later, on this day in August,
We agreed to hold it in this place.
Shadows are mottled on the shoulders, and it is another beautiful summer.
Hand in hand, heart to heart.
I looked at the blue sky quietly in the shade and then tilted my head to look at your side face.
The picture of memory repeats itself again.
Memories are repeated over and over again
The lyrics are very thick What song can it be? Take care of them tonight.
The south wind gently kisses your face.
Flowing flowers are fragrant.
The south wind gently kisses your face.
The stars are thin and the moon is blurred.
We snuggled up and kissed.
Endless affection
We snuggled up and kissed.
Every word is sincere.
No matter tomorrow
I'll send them to you tomorrow.
Love this night
Take care of tonight.
We broke up.
Blame the sun for rising in the east.
We broke up.
See you in your dreams.
No matter tomorrow
I'll send them to you tomorrow.
Love this night
Take care of tonight.
We broke up.
Blame the sun for rising in the east.
We broke up.
See you in your dreams.
What lyrics are very thick? Something like this. Boys sang it. Just passing through
Singer: Li Yijun
Is it wrong to talk too much?
There is only one result when two people are confused.
I don't want to say anything about debt.
All the days pile up into my sadness.
I never thought I could be free and easy.
Lock my future with promises.
If you think about it, you haven't lost much.
You care about feelings, not me.
When I finally have your smile
Sadness suddenly welled up in my heart.
Steal your name in your pocket.
Let it open a forgotten dream at night.
When I'm near your arms
I found my mood far away.
A person's footsteps, I will not rush.
Every step is beating my loneliness.
Pack up my story and put on my silence.
The back of love is so cold.
Towards sunrise and sunset, towards my loneliness
This time it's not berthing, just passing by.
music
When I finally have your smile
Sadness suddenly welled up in my heart.
Steal your name in your pocket.
Let it open a forgotten dream at night.
When I'm near your arms
I found my mood far away.
A person's footsteps, I will not rush.
Every step is beating my loneliness.
Pack up my story and put on my silence.
The back of love is so cold.
Towards sunrise and sunset, towards my loneliness
This time it's not berthing, just passing by.
When I finally have your smile
Sadness suddenly welled up in my heart.
I used to be like this
Steal your name in your pocket.
Let it open a forgotten dream at night.
When I'm near your arms
I found my mood far away.
A person's footsteps, I will not rush.
Every step is beating my loneliness.
Pack up my story and put on my silence.
The back of love is so cold.
Towards sunrise and sunset, towards my loneliness
This time it's not berthing, just passing by.
Cantonese dj has a song whose lyrics are "The night is deep, the night is deep".
Singing: light light blue
Blue night
The night is getting dark.
Slight fluorescent spark
again and again
Call you gently
The wind seems to remind me.
How can you forget the truth?
Do you remember my promise to you?
Love you deeply
Blue night
The night is getting dark.
Slight fluorescent spark
again and again
Call you gently
The wind seems to remind me.
How can you forget the truth?
Do you remember my promise to you?
Love you deeply
Blue night
The wind seems to remind me.
How can you forget the truth?
Do you remember my promise to you?
Love you deeply
The wind seems to remind me.
How can you forget the truth?
Do you remember my promise to you?
Love you deeply
Love you deeply
The wind seems to remind me.
How can you forget the truth?
Do you remember my promise to you?
Love you deeply
Strong tea lyrics "Strong tea"
Singer: Tao Jingying
Lyrics: Tao Jingying
Composer: Tao Jingying
Album: lack of love
Issue date: September 0, 20001
Lyrics:
You want a cup of strong tea.
There should be many leaves in it.
And the fragrance of the forest
Miss a little sweetness
Too much investment is a pity.
Don't be too happy if you can be satisfied.
I just want to feel less.
It's not necessarily who's around.
Let life decide all this.
What tears hurt * * *
Or happy, go away.
I don't want to have too much in front of me.
No one can keep his promise forever.
No wine can be completely preserved.
Without desire, the sky cannot be blue.
No cigarette can burn quietly.
I just want to feel less.
It's not necessarily who's around.
Let life decide all this.
What tears hurt * * *
Or happy, go away.
I don't want to have too much in front of me.
No one can keep his promise forever.
No wine can be completely preserved.
Without desire, the sky cannot be blue.
No cigarette can burn quietly.
Give up or be happy.
Crying may not be worth it.
What you missed was not yours.
No one can keep his promise forever.
No wine can be completely preserved.
Without desire, the sky cannot be blue.
No cigarette can burn quietly.
The dream of deep attachment is that the lyrics of that song are not old-Sun Zihan.
Word: Sun Zihan
Song: Sun Zihan.
A cold harbor full of snow.
The stranded ship stared at the dim light.
Time is slipping away.
Lonely and motionless.
Remind me that I'm still down and out.
I will never hold your hand again.
You just snuck out.
Who can wait where they are?
Maybe today's choice
Is to give up stubborn waiting.
I shouldn't remember your face.
Your smile, your gentleness
You used to embarrass me a little.
Everything in the past has gradually become an empty shell.
I shouldn't be old either.
It's all my fault. I don't know how to give up my mistake.
People who don't understand will change.
I don't know what to expect.
Maybe today's understanding is wrong to wave goodbye.
Stop clinging to dreams that can't be realized.
Leave the accumulated regrets in the snow
Time is slipping away.
People should learn to accept it.
Admit it and move on.
May accept new gentleness.
Leave the old behind.
Is the most natural.
Those stupid waits
Giving up is to save yourself.
I shouldn't remember your face.
Your smile, your gentleness
You used to embarrass me a little.
Everything in the past has gradually become an empty shell.
I shouldn't be old either.
It's all my fault. I don't know how to give up my mistake.
People who don't understand will change.
I don't know what to expect.
Maybe today's understanding is wrong to wave goodbye.
I shouldn't remember your face.
Your smile and your gentleness
You used to embarrass me a little.
Everything in the past has gradually become an empty shell.
I shouldn't be old either.
Blame me. I don't know how to give up the wrong one.
People who don't understand will always change.
I don't know what to expect.
Maybe today's understanding is wrong to wave goodbye.
Deep maternal love theme team will be poetry, prose or other maternal love.
There is a kind of love, great and ordinary, such as moistening things in the spring rain and being silent, such as the breeze on your face; There is a feeling, selfless and broad, lasting and profound friendship. This is maternal love, always selfless, without asking for anything in return. In the temple of many people's memory, mother has always been your most loyal backing, and every step of growth has grown up in her loving eyes; Every success is spent in mother's gratified smile. When I was a child, a movie "Mom loves me again" made many people cry. How many people's voices have been sung in a song "Only a mother is good in the world". Motherly love is a silent song, which always rings gently in an afternoon, a dusk and a dark night. Motherly love is a faint picture, always when you are most frustrated and in need of help, in strange streets, strange stations and foreign hotels. A flash passed before my eyes. ...
When I was a child, my mother's skirt was full of tears, and her hands were clenched when she learned to walk. Mother's rings record the trajectory of your life; Mother's four seasons are concerned about your warmth and coldness outside. Mother's love is an umbrella for you forever. Only when the rainstorm strikes, do you suddenly discover your mother's hardships. Motherly love is a firm look behind you, and you can see your mother's vigilant figure as soon as you look back.
Mother gave you life, kindness and a forever home. Go back to your mother, no matter how late you get up, I will carefully prepare breakfast for you; No matter how lazy your hands and feet are, you will put clean and tidy clothes on the pillow. Motherly love is the truest and purest, and everything has already been integrated into children's daily life, so that life can grow up healthily bathed in love.
Motherly love is simple and ordinary, never considering any return, but letting life continue and bear in kindness; Motherly love is persistent and has no regrets. Motherly love often transcends blood and creates miracles. A mother who collects garbage did not hesitate to donate her kidney to her uremia son. Another mother adopted a child with cerebral palsy, not only regarded her as her own, but also ignored the doctor's assertion, which made Cycas bloom and the mentally retarded child admitted to colleges and universities.
The child's eyes always face the most beautiful distance, but the mother's eyes always fall on the child and often forget herself. Mother is used to her child's negligence, but her heart is wandering with her child. Children's birthday preferences make their mothers a few treasures, and children's frequent smiles are a kind of dependence on their mothers when they are teenagers. When I was young, I had a blind love for my mother. Perhaps only when the sun of life moves towards noon and life begins in spring and summer will we have a deep understanding and love for our mother.
We may suddenly realize that mother is actually a kind of time, from green land to forest, from stream to deep lake, from bright moon to iceberg. With the pace of life, when we feel the wrinkles on our mother's forehead and her white hair with crow's feet and a wisp of white hair, it is sometimes difficult for us to tell whether we are old or our mother is old or the years are old. What do we want to leave behind is an unforgettable maternal love, or the years of dribs and drabs, travel-stained, blood and tears? The passage of time is speechless. When we feel something about time, it must be in a very heavy memory. When we truly realize our mother's sacrifice, we should also enter the season of giving and sacrificing. Sometimes we wonder, as mothers, are we just raising us? Without the dedication, sacrifice and selfless love of my mother, would there be warmth, sunshine and my heavy tears in this world?
We finally grew up, from a boy to a man; From daughter to mother. When we think that our shoulders have provoked responsibility and destiny, when we seem to be proud of life, maybe one day, we suddenly find that our white-haired mother is looking at us from behind, and her eyes are full of infinite love, infinite care and infinite concern. We will suddenly feel that in the eyes of our mother, we will never get rid of the feeling of being a baby and will always be the ignorant child in our mother's arms.
We often find that at the moment when we look back, before our long journey and when we leave, we have never left our mother's sight and mother's concern. "But how much love an inch of grass has, and I got three spring rays." We always think, what can we give back to our mother? Mother is a kind of time, whether it is a mediocre or simple personal life experience or a teaching and proof given by the progress of the whole society. In the journey of life without a smooth road, she suffered the most, shouldered the most pressure, swallowed the most tears, but still smiled with love, warmth, sympathy and kindness; Facing life, facing us, only mom! Forever mother! Without mother, life will be dark; Without a mother, society will lose its warmth. At that time, we thought that life was the most difficult moment. In the face of blow and loss, we thought it was completely lost. At that moment, it was my mother's words that made us start over. Looking at our overwhelming frustration, my mother said, it's time to be content! The days are still long! So we understand a profound truth, why so many philosophers and wise men regard the scarred nation as their mother, the turbulent river as their mother, and the vast land as their mother. Because what can be borne, the mother has borne it; What should be paid, the mother has paid. As an era, mother is not only a symbol of the nation, but also a symbol of love. Perhaps it is because we can't repay everything that the flowing years have given us, so we have always loved our mother.
In our eyes, mother is a sad time that is always worth tears, and a beautiful story that can never be read.