The yellowed Spring Festival couplets on the wall are still faintly visible. In my hometown of Migang, where I have never been back, my grandfather wrote a carved door and window full of gold in regular script. The setting sun is reflected obliquely on the mottled brick wall, and there is still the bean paste cooked by grandma on the beech board. /I began to imagine what my parents looked like in black and white photos. The girl who spoke softly with Wu Nong walked slowly through the Bund/disappeared from the old days 1943. On the way to memories, time became slower. The alley of the old neighborhood belongs to the faint sadness of white walls and black tiles in that era. Looking back at the old days 1943, there were some weather-beaten old turntables, and a rose petal was hidden in an iron box full of postcards.
Nunchaku Ci/Vincent Song Fang/Jay Chou Singing/Jay Chou Album/Fan Texi 200 1.07
The smoky charcoal shop is next door to the old lady's tea ceremony in the martial arts school. There are three stages in teaching boxing and boxing. The boss is good at practicing iron sand palm and playing Yangjia gun. He is also good at gold bells and iron shirts/their sons. I have been used to touching all kinds of knives, guns and clubs since I was a child. I like nunchakus and soft belts best. I just want to go to Songshan, Henan to learn Shaolin and Wudang./What do you do? What do you do? What do you do? What do you do? What do you do? What do you do? What do you do? What do you do? What do you do? What do you do? What do you do? What do you do? What should I do? What do I do when I open the second pulse of Ren Du? What should I do to open the sign of the sick man of East Asia? I've kicked it away/use nunchakus quickly. Use nunchakus quickly. Those who practice martial arts should remember that benevolent people are invincible. Who is practicing Tai Chi? Raise the water/use nunchakus quickly? Use nunchakus quickly. If I have flying skills, I will climb over the wall. Upright and upright/use nunchakus quickly. I will use my hand knife to defend the beautiful roundabout.
Beijing Opera Blues/Vincent Song Fang/Jay Chou Singing/CoCo Lee Jay Chou Album/Promiss20065438+0.11.
Li: I'm still in Hong Kong. I have soup in Kowloon Teahouse in the morning. How to shoot a scene in Xi 'an? I am by the moat/standing on the ancient mysterious wall. The moonlight shakes and shakes. I talked to the vendor in English, and suddenly the picture was completely black. /I am still wondering where I am. I am a girl from China. I began to want to dress up. I returned to the stage, and finally it was my turn to play/play a backflip followed by a game that was better than anyone else. Then, I sang a song about Yu Ji and overlord/playing games with erhu. The audience applauded warmly. Playing with guns is better than anyone else. The character performance of Beijing opera blues is all the rage. Zhou: I spilled moonlight all over the floor and planted one acre of sorghum at a time. A bowl of hot soup warms me up in the Great Northern Wilderness. One night, A Canglang walked home along the Silk Road with wind and frost.
Longquan Ci/Vincent Song Fang/Jay Chou Singing/Jay Chou Album/Octave Space 2002.7
The coastline of this nation centered on Dunhuang in the northeast is like a bow, and the Great Wall is like a dream that shoots once every five thousand years. I took away the weight of the whole land with my arms/what is the south wind of the Mongolian Plateau in Chinese characters? Do you understand the same skin color, the same face across the Yellow River to climb the top of Mount Tai? I lead the north wind to the west and get a bronze tan/I long for blood ties, infinite brothers. I opened the heavens and the earth and emptied the Yangtze River. Man is in the metamorphosis of the ancient river bed. /My right fist opened the world and turned into a dragon. I moved mountains and rivers to fill the cracks. I adjusted the sunrise in the east and returned to the wild to dominate and manipulate. /My right fist opened the world and turned into a dragon. The center of the earth is surging and the whole world is beating. There is only one waiting hero left. I am a dragon.
Tea Poems Written by Grandpa/Song by Fang Gang/Singing by Jay Chou/Jay Chou Album/Octave Space 2002.7.
The mountain spring winds on the surface. A long time ago, I had a childish face. Spring water seeped into the crack. Grandpa Yan planted camphor tree seedlings on it. /I still remember a rainy day that year. At the age of seven, I was hiding under the eaves, but I always wanted to play on the swing. Grandpa smoked a cigarette and said that Lu Yu wrote three volumes of tea classics in Tang Dynasty, which were circulated for thousands of years. On that day, I looked up words in the dictionary and wanted to know if the end of the world was far away from the cape. I didn't know it was a waste of time until I was nine years old. /This coffee table has 23 rings on the cross section of the maple tree, and the other side of the lens jumps over my mature face. After these years, grandpa's hand cocoon will spread in the water. /Grandpa's tea has a taste called home (you can't be picky about its taste and taste). Lu Yu's tea is said to be unknown and unprofitable (he is a thin horse traveling all over the world)/Grandpa's tea tastes like home (white-haired people are not allowed to talk when drinking tea). Lu Yu's tea is like a splash-ink landscape painting (the sandstorm in the Tang Dynasty is still blowing)
Get to the point/Vincent Song Fang/Jay Chou Singing/Jay Chou Album/Ye Huimei 2003.07
A solitary lamp stands in front of the window, and I pretend that you have never been to the old place behind the door, and I am still more lonely when I revisit the full moon. The candlelight that wakes up in the middle of the night can't bear to criticize me/a pot of wandering wanderers can't get into my throat. After you left, the wine was warm, the memory was light, and the water flowed eastward. How can I steal flowers, mature once and miss them/who plays a song on the pipa? The years of direct answer are peeling off on the wall. When I was a child, I still remember that we were very young that year, and now the piano is long. I am waiting for you. Haven't you heard/who plays an answer to the straight maple leaf on the pipa to dye the ending of the story? I saw it through the ancient road outside the fence. I led you through those years when there was no smoke and grass, and even parting was silent.
Millennium Love Words/Vincent Song Fang/Keith Twitter Singing/Su Jianxin Dai Ailing Album/Wide Sky March 2004.
Dai: I'm adjusting the time difference of a thousand years. Who will make a pot of tea on the cliff to warm the sorrow of past lives? Love and hate/letter: years are beating on the rocks. I have grown my hair and waited patiently for the change of the coastline. Dai: The wind is blowing hard. Letter: Who is afraid/wearing: the sea breeze has attached sand, but you have missed my years, my new branches, my white hair/letter: butterflies are still infatuated with flowers and miss my reincarnation cheeks. Do you still love me ? I will wait for you. In a word/Dai: after walking all your life, looking at the horizon is just a sunset, and in which family do you want to cry first? Faith: The disappearing waves on the beach remind me of my family's eternal commitment to me and the place I can't let go. Ah, the memory of reincarnation is fading. I will firmly write it down. Faith: The sea breeze has been attached to the sand, but you have missed my years and my new branches.
Ritual of the Soul/Singing by Vincent Song Fang/Tong Ange/Tong Ange Album/Youth Handscroll 2004.05.
Moonlight, flute, flute went away, and a young man walked by his door. A smiling face/bonfire, drums and swallows are all in the distance. The happy face of a young man with a sword coming and going is too shallow. Young people look forward to turning the wasteland into fertile land in the coming year before drinking/returning their souls, and the spirits reappear their vows before defending their homes forever/sacrificing to heaven. Don't hate words. Teenagers hope that the wasteland will turn into fertile land in the coming year before drinking/sacrificing to heaven. Teenagers remember to clench their fists.
Spring and Autumn Dance Poems/Fang Wensen Songs/Jay Chou Singing/Jay Chou Album/Qilixiang 2004.08
In that chaotic era, the imperial court was too corrupt, and man-made disasters and natural disasters occurred. The Eastern Han Dynasty collapsed and rose and fell overnight. /The map of Kyushu was cut into three parts to read the rise and fall of the history of the three countries. I want to see it clearly. I'll be right back. /Sword and stick, by the way, there really is such an exaggerated time machine traveling through time and space. It is both enjoyment and arrogance. If I go there, there is no turning back. What should I do? To be honest, I'm a little nervous. I'm standing in the clouds and walking slowly towards the Central Plains. There are sporadic villages in front of Chang 'an. I am in a state of war. /Looking at the sky, watching the Big Dipper fall into the horizon, the hero appeared like a ghost. Bah, no one will obey anyone. I am a turtle. You are a turtle. La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la. Fortunately, there is a time machine. I thank you/Cao Wei Xiong Xiong, Han Shucai's son Dongwu soldier, who took the blame for the seven-star chain and dispersed Zhuge Liang's luck. These books all record that I am not fooling around. I'll come to you when the east is a fish-belly grey. Hey/I tell you a ballad story with a knife in my mouth, and I'll write off my life. Yellow turban insurrectionary thief, don't argue with my grandmother and water. Roll the dough and put down the knife. If you want to eat enough, go to the emperor's master and beg. /yellow turban insurrectionary thief, don't bother my grandmother to burn wood and cook jiaozi. Drop the knife. If you want to eat enough, go to the emperor's master and beg. /The monster beast disturbs human order. Blood poured in like waves. There are few sequels in my life. Fortunately, there is a time machine. I thank you. /Demon rebels began to return to hell and attacked the five senses like wildfire.
Mudanjiang Ci/Vincent Song Fang/Yang Ruidai Singing/Nan Quan Mama Album/The Second Meal 2005.08
The curved bridge is reflected on the lake. From the other end. Look at that round of happiness in the moonlight. What's the mottled brick wall where you and I walk on the old bluestone street? What is it like now? The name you can't reach is hometown. Who is singing that Mudanjiang song outside the door? I listen to your sad voice. The wind chimes are melodious, crisp and melodious, and the villages along the river are as quiet as a nap. Who is singing Mudanjiang outside the door? My footsteps are coming to you gently. The light I miss penetrates through the window and the silver warmth is sprinkled on my childhood bed/Mudanjiang bend several times. Small fish don't dock. Let's not catch the moon and the fishing net to catch the starlight just because Grandpa drinks a bowl of hometown/Mudanjiang bend several times. Shrimp doesn't get on the boat. We don't have time to catch the moon and fishing nets, catch the starlight, make soup for grandma and drink a bowl of hometown.
Hair Like Snow/Vincent Song Fang/Jay Chou Singing/Jay Chou Album/Chopin 2005 1 1 Month 4438+0438+0.
I drank my cup and snow. Who knocked over the old cupboard and caused the dust? You frowned and cried a few times. Even if the history of history turns to dust, I can't call it back. I like it. I only take a spoonful of love to understand the butterfly that only loves your incarnation. You are as beautiful as snow. Burning incense moved me. Who invited the bright moon to make memories bright and love perfect in the moonlight? Your hair is like snow and your tears are falling. I am waiting for those years when you are old, who is drunk and who is slightly drunk. I will forever engrave the monument of my love for you without any regrets/la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
Great Dunhuang Ci/Vincent Song Fang/Dao Lang Singing/Dao Lang Album/Thank you April 2006.
The camel bell in Dunhuang was awakened by the wind in the past, and the Sanskrit kept turning in the reincarnation. I read your name with the Buddhist tripitaka and gently call our fate. The humiliation of breaking the grottoes for thousands of years has covered up Wan Li's way across the world. I showed you the dance/flying sand that I have never missed in my life with a bodhisattva. How many people were drowned by a cup of tea in troubled times? I painted your hair and my missing cheek with flying murals. I copied the Buddha in Dunhuang and laughed with that Buddhism.
Words thousands of miles away/Vincent Song Fang/Jay Chou singing/Jay Chou Qing Yu flying album/still Fan Texi 2006.09.
Zhou: The eaves are like cliffs and the wind chimes are like the sea. When Yan returns, there will be an accident. You walk away quietly. The story can't be seen clearly in the fog outside the city You can't hear the wind. But I am feeling/who woke up on the windowsill to open the ending? The future as thin as cicada's wings can't afford to be dismantled/charged: thousands of miles to send you away. Your silent black and white silent era may not be too far away from love. I will send you away from the end of the world. Are you still playing the piano? It is hard to guess where life and death come from. It's hard to wait a lifetime/a week: I'll wait for you when I hear tears in the forest. It's raining outside the mountain. I have to wait for you. Fei: You are covered with white glass and covered with ash. You love you perfectly. From that rain, I became poetic and sad. I got wet. Now Zhou: Lotus noodles are still fishing, and the shadow is still there, but if you don't come back, it will be covered by years. You said that flowers bloom in the past and become blank. Fei: Who opened the ending on the back window when I woke up? Zhou: The future is as thin as a cicada. Who will tear it down/fly it? I'll send you away a thousand miles away. Your silent, black and white silent years may not be too far away. Love Week: I'll walk you away. Are you still playing the piano? Life and death are hard to guess. Life/fly: I'll walk you away. Your silent, black and white silent years may not be too far away. Love Week: I'll walk you away. Are you still playing the piano? How can it be so hard to guess life and death? It's hard to wait a lifetime.
Compendium of Materia Medica/Vincent Song Fang/Jay Chou Singing/Jay Chou Album/Still Fan Texi 2006.09
If Hua Tuo treated diseases in foreign countries while he was alive, learning Chinese characters would stimulate my national consciousness. Semen Strychni, Semen Cassiae, Fructus Xanthii, Semen Dioscoreae Bulgaris, Sophora alopecuroides and Fructus Toosendan, I want to save face/rewrite a history in my way. There is nothing else to do. Read some words after me. Yam Angelica Lycium Go Yam Angelica Lycium Go Watch me grab a handful of Chinese medicine and win a pride/My expression is leisurely and my movements are relaxed. You can't learn neon signs, adjust your state and wait to wake up in a gorgeous city. /I have a leisurely expression, combing the internal forces of the dynasty with calligraphy, spreading heroic spirit, waving a pen and punching dialogue, and lying down to see who is powerful. /What Dan is made of, what pills are made of, and the antler slices should not be too thin. The old master's technique, turtle shell, Yunnan Baiyao and Cordyceps sinensis can't be copied. His own music is just right. /Listen to me, copying Chinese medicine should be more bitter. Open Compendium of Materia Medica and read more rare books. Venenum bufonis has broken through the Jianghu. We must not lose the hard work of these ancestors/this light, this light, and sing together (this light, this light). Let me adjust the treatment for your flattering internal injuries. China, rooted for thousands of years, has power that others don't know. /My expression is leisurely and my movements are relaxed. You can't learn neon signs, adjust your state and wait to wake up in a gorgeous city/my expression is very leisurely. I use calligraphy to comb the internal forces of the dynasty to spread heroism and wave block letters. Punch the end of the conversation. Lie down and see who is good/squat, squat, squat, squat, squat, squat, squat, squat, squat, squat, squat, squat, squat, squat, squat, squat,
Chrysanthemum Lines/Vincent Song Fang/Jay Chou Singing/Jay Chou Album/Still Fan Texi 2006.09
Your tears are weak and hurt, and the pale moon bends and hooks. The past night was too long and condensed into frost. The cold despair/rain in the attic is gently beating against the scarlet window. Who is it? My life was blown to the paper by the wind, and my dream became a wisp of fragrance in the distance. Your appearance is scattered all over the floor with the wind/chrysanthemum residue hurts your smile, and the flowers turn yellow and hurt my heart. My mind is lying quietly, and the north wind is chaotic. The shadows that are still young at night keep cutting, leaving me alone in pairs on the lake. /Flowers have fallen into the withered world at dusk, and my fate is tragic. Don't cross the river and tear your heart in half, for fear that you will never be able to get ashore/whose hoof is crazy? My life's military uniform is roaring and vicissitudes. The sky is slightly bright. You sigh softly all night. Melancholy is euphemistic/chrysanthemums are everywhere. Your smile turned yellow and the flowers were heartbroken. My heart lies quietly in the north wind. The night is still early, and your shadow is constantly cutting, leaving me alone in pairs on the lake.
Jinhua/Vincent Song Fang/Jay Chou singing/theme song of Jay Chou's "Golden Flower in the City" 2006.8+02
Flags are like rainbows, and mountains are like peaks. This army is winding like a dragon, murderous like the wind, and bloody like a wine red general. I am bold as running, brave as fierce as looking, shining like a loyal fighter, I go like a bomb/scenery like a bleak winter, offensive like a maple, like a bow, dreaming like a dream, quiet as a pine, unchanged for thousands of years, empty/bloody armor. The city shed tears and killed chrysanthemums. Whose palace is the scar of life and death, but it is a knife/hate that stretches like fire, and worries into the brow, and love floats like a lock, floating like a lifetime. My life is prosperous, like yesterday's battle, like breaking thousands of troops and horses. Ma Benteng's flesh and blood is like a mistake. The success or failure of an ancient war is like wine. Bonfires are like autumn everywhere. The memory of a bonfire is like rust. The memory of a bonfire is like rust. (the killing is too heavy. ) bonfire memory is too heavy. (bonfire memory is like rust. ) bonfire memory is like rust. (the royal blood is like being cut off. ) Blood-stained armor I shed tears to kill Chrysanthemum City, whose palace is higher than the world, and the wind and sand are just scars/blood-stained armor. I shed tears and killed the knife immediately to see who fell, who stayed in the history of love-hate dialogue, and who was chic in the arrows.
Xiaoyu/Fang Gang Song/Jay Chou Singing/Jay Chou Album/Xiaoyu 2007.07
Memories are like a storyteller jumping over a puddle, bypassing a small village, with a full local accent. /You pinched a clay city and said you would marry me in the future. How many times have you thrown away your youth when you walked in the door? /The little oath is still unstable. There are still a few tears on your delicate lips. /There has always been a person in my heart who used to look very small. That year, you moved a small bench, and I was fascinated by the play. /I'm looking for the person in that story. You are an indispensable part. You take a nap under the tree, and I wait stupidly. /Memories are like a storyteller jumping over a puddle and bypassing a small village, and his tone is full of local accent. /You pinched a clay city and said you would marry me in the future. How many times have you walked in the door and spilled your youth? /a little touched, the rain is a bit embarrassing and painful. Little people can't kiss/since then, there has been a person in my heart who used to look very small. That year, you moved a small bench and fell in love with the play, and I followed/I was looking for the people in that story. You are an indispensable part. I was stupid when you took a nap under the tree. /Live in my heart from now on. We used to look small. At the beginning, we scholars said that you love reading scripts, but your pronunciation is not accurate. /I'm looking for the person in that story. You are an indispensable part. Holding a small hand, a small person guards a small eternity.
A Dream of Red Mansions/Wen/Huang Singing/Huang Album/She He 2007.08
Yuanyang Bridge is accompanied by the picturesque scenery of weeping willows along the cloister. I walked into the painting. /Bamboo in front of pear flower falls is still fine under the spring rain. I raised a lot of concerns. Who should I tell? /The lake is like a mirror. Our story says that the word of marriage in previous lives was revealed. The flute sounded from sorrow in the distance/I dreamed of a touch of autumn dust between my eyebrows in the Red Chamber. The past is brought by our smiles. I dream of a dream of red mansions, and your eyes are full of tender embroidered pillows. I dreamed of the dream of the Red Mansion, and spent the last month with your red makeup. The more the door is locked, the more I dream of returning to the dream red chamber. Your smile is mature. You and I swam smartly at this ferry.
Blue and White Porcelain Ci/Vincent Song Fang/Jay Chou Singing/Jay Chou Album/I am Busy 2007+038+0
The embryo outlines the peony depicted by the blue-and-white pen, from thick to light. Just like your initial makeup, Ran Ran sandalwood is in my mind through the window. I know that the pen on the rice paper has been put in half. /glaze color rendering the charm of the picture of a lady is deep, and your smile is in bud. Your beauty is gradually drifting away to the place where I can't go/blue and other misty rain, and I am waiting for you to smoke from the kitchen, thousands of miles away, and the bottom of the bottle is elegant, just as I set up a stage for meeting you/blue and other misty rain, and I am waiting for you to salvage in the moonlight, with a dizzy ending, like blue and white porcelain handed down from generation to generation. Your eyes are beautiful, koi fish, with a smile/white flowers and blue flowers, vividly at the bottom of the bowl, copying Song, but thinking of you. The secret you hid outside the curtain, the banana caused the shower, the knocker caused the patina, and I passed by Jiangnan town and provoked you. In the splash-ink landscape painting, you hide in the depths of ink/sky blue and other misty rain, while I wait for you to cross the river at the bottom of the bottle. Han Li imitates the elegance of the previous dynasty, just like I'm burying the rain/sky blue and other misty rain for meeting you, waiting for you to be salvaged in the moonlight. The ending is like blue and white porcelain handed down from ancient times, and your eyes are smiling.
Unique Words/Fang Wensen Songs/Jay Chou Singing/Jay Chou Album/I'm Busy 2007+038+0
Moss is green, and there is fog on the rocks scattered deep in the log cabin road in Meng Zongzhu. This kind of seclusion is called Jianghu. Arrows are flying all over the sky and the morning glow is all over the wall. Who is crying/rushing? You know, you know, you can pull as many bows as possible in a hurry. Listen to me, martial arts can't be higher than the temple bell. It's as calm as water./My fate is unparalleled, but I'm sad in victory (I set up a tent all the way, and the bronze blade is not easy to use, so it's important in my life)./After my fate is unparalleled, I will smile and never continue fighting (I wait for the aliens to look for blood, and I wait for loyalty to bathe the fire dragon)/The old teapot a few miles away, and the dust on the horseshoe is like wolf smoke. This world is called troubled times, and the rust on the knife has been obviously unearthed. I'm crying/you go, you go, you go on, I knock on the wooden fish and start to meditate on this battle. I want to attack the city, cold-blooded and heartless. You need the courage to leave with a sword, and I am as sharp as mud/you left, you left again, you continued to hit me with a fatal blow, the distant flute sounded the news of your defeat, and you kept the mood of killing people and wanted to win. Look at me. I control the world. /I am very sad (I camped all the way and set up a bronze blade, which is not light or easy to use. )/After I broke the city, I smiled without a word and never wanted to fight again (I waited for the alien to look up to heaven and bleed for the alliance, and I was loyal to the dragon)
Romantic Flower Words/Vincent Liu Tianhua Singing/Off Romantic Flower TV Music 2007.8+02
I only care about the reeds on the shore for you, such as Fahua in my early years, making a pot of tea, drinking the past love and hate, drinking the smoke from the kitchen and dyeing the sunset glow. My memory is getting hoarse./I have been concerned about beauty since ancient times. The sword and shadow are stuck in my heart with the wind and rain, and I am beaten by the world, but I can only wake up for you under the lamp./How has the world changed? Who is arty, you play the pipa in the middle of the night? I was so disappointed that I fell. The so-called Suzhou aristocratic family, such as the fire tree and the silver flower, is just a passing sight. I only worry about the reeds on the shore, just like my early Fahua. I make a pot of tea and drink all my past love and hate. I remember my voice getting hoarse. I'm only worried about the arch bridge, but I can't get past the struggling people. I walked alone, looking at the horizon and flying all the way.
Preface to Lanting/Vincent Song Fang/Jay Chou Singing/Jay Chou Album/Devil's Block 2008+00
Lanting's running script is like running water, and the door is pushing carefully, as if your footsteps are broken and you are busy. Yi Tuo Millennium Monument is hard to expand your beauty. Who can I really give to/Moody? How many dishes of yellow wine can I blow? Copywriting is easy to write, but the ink will not be returned. Who is the cinnabar circle with you? It has nothing to do with romance. My preface is waiting for you to hang up your pen once and for all. There are thousands of love stories on the shore. How to put pen to paper is wrong. I just lack your understanding of life/fiddling with the years. The whole city suddenly disappeared into the smoke. Looking back, I smiled. You hate it politely. You shook your head and sighed lightly. Who told you to frown when you left a rouge smell in the boudoir/People flying south looked back at you with tears in their hands, remembering how to sleep, how to sew embroidered shoes, who would you blame for complaining about butterflies/How to write a romantic love story? I'm not alone in your understanding of life/Romantic love stories, waiting for your reply, innocent and fearless. It rained for several nights.
Soul Poet/Vincent Song Fang/Ronghao Li Singing/Su Jianxin Album/Ji Le Planet 2008+00
I gave up wandering and took root only for those of you who mistakenly thought that our predictions would fail. Your smile is as mellow as wine, but I can't recognize anyone. At present, my self-esteem is burned by the scorching sun. /Just because I heard that you were in the lonely city of Mobei, I cried all the way, and life was like the wind. The lamp was replaced by a scar, but I saw that your closed lips refused to nod and bury my youth with me. People who love too much and don't want soul or even life. You turned around and told me not to wait for the storm. I can't save my fate. I gave my life with my hands/just because I heard that you were in the lonely city of Mobei, I cried all the way and my life was like the wind. The lamp has become a scar, but your expression is getting more and more unfamiliar. You even refused to nod and bury your youth with me. People who use my name to go through the door/love too much and don't want to die. Watch me eat and drink through the world of mortals. You are cruel enough. What else can I sacrifice? My heart was deeply hurt. /people who love too much and don't want their souls to die. You turned to ask me not to wait for the storm. I can't save my fate. My hands have been dedicated to this life. My tears are waiting for you to admit.
Zui Chibi Ci/Fan Shang Singing/Album/Lu 2008.438+02
Fallen leaves accumulated several layers, but I stepped on youth and heard who was crying in my last life. I'm still waiting for this life, and I can only seriously confirm my eyes once. I met the right person, and when my sword turned, my blood was like red lips. It's not the blade that hurts, but your reincarnated soul/I have confirmed my eyes. I met the right person. I rode to war. The sound of hooves is like crying. The moonlight shone on the bluestone board and entered the mountain city. I followed you all the way. I love you deeply. The old roots near Luoyang city extend like memories. You ask who is passing by. I took a can of wine to hate you. Thousands of years' eyes are the scars of my drunken fall into Chibi./It proves that my eyes have met the right person. I turned around with my sword, but my blood was like red lips. It's not the blade that hurts me, but your reincarnated soul. /Confirmed my eyes, I met the right person. I rode out, the sound of hooves was like crying, and the moonlight shone into this mountain city. I followed you all the way. I love you very much.
Flower Burying Flute/Song Fang/Yao Yun Singing/Xu Zhian Album/Singer June 2009.
After dawn, chickens crow, flowers fall in late autumn, drizzle meets you/lights flicker, and it is dusk. How many times have I thought that you/the wind is playing the flute against the wind, and your heart is rippling for miles/I'm swearing at flowers. You are my wife in this life. Chrysanthemum on the cliff/I swear by burying flowers. All the reasons are just to fall in love with your eternal beauty/the rain outside the window is shallow and light, and the memories you once loved can't be erased/I buried the flowers as an oath. You are my wife in this life. Chrysanthemum on the cliff/I buried the flowers as an oath. The origin of everything is only to fall in love with your eternal beauty/as thin as wings, as fog, as metaphor, and swear to play the flute and bury flowers/I bury flowers. You are my wife in this life. Chrysanthemum on the cliff/I buried the flowers as an oath. All the origins are just to fall in love with you forever.
Rasty Watts/Vincent Song Fang/Lin Maike Singing/Wang Lanfei Album/Lonely River 2009.08
At the beginning of the rain, the wind filled the building and the mountainside disappeared in the distance. I bowed my head and thought about it, as if I remembered the picture you walked through/Shan Lan and love are intertwined. You turn around lightly, and I wade across the stream to salvage the passage of dreams. Love wakes up in the rain, which proves that I cried/the story was stained with copper rust and locked by who. You pretend you don't love someone in the village, but I can't get out of loneliness./The story is locked by someone who is infected with copper rust, but you don't say anything. Tears are flowing. The initial pain may be enormous.
Long/Vincent Wu Singing/Jason Album/Crossing Trilogy 2009+0438+0
A bamboo forest, a secluded well, the tranquility of troubled times, a shadow play, a story of sound, a hollow toast. I shake my fate like a candle in front of a lamp, where to ride a horse, where to find the battlefield, where to go, where to get drunk, where to lie with your scenery, where to end my life, where to end my love, where to end my life, who to be fair with, who to refuse/who to end my life, where to end my love, I clearly realize that the injured Long Lin's self-esteem has been violated, breaking an ancient piano and a piano. Your eyes/the world is like a cloud. I wandered along the border like an eagle on a cliff. I swung my sword at the forest. I have been calling your name on the beach. I am extremely sad. I don't know who to be fair to, but you refuse to listen. I am clearly convinced that the injured Longlin's self-esteem has been violated and broken like ice.
Affectionate Lyrics by Huangpu River/Composed by Fang Gang/Original Singing by Jay Chou/Shanghai Concert, Song Zu Ying 20 10.05.
The rain falls on the windowsill of the town, listening to the lights swaying under the eaves of the wind, asking who is the reincarnation of the archway outside the village, who is so serious about love/the night is deep, the ferry head is deep, and the arch bridge reflects the moon. You are in a foreign land, like a kite, I tie the rope, and we are worried about the world of mortals/who is waiting for the door (my youth), who is waiting for the door (with your life), who is taking the ancient grass road outside the pavilion and how many layers of memories are stacked/we agreed to wait for you in midsummer, and we will renew our fate. I carefully wrote down my vows, waiting for a beautiful letter from home, which made people feel sad/agreed to wait for you. Huangpu River loves to seek an eternity, but I am very simple. You smiled and said by default that I am the person you want to wait for in your life.
Cold words of fireworks/Fang Wensen's songs/Jay Chou's singing/Jay Chou's album/Cross Age 20 10.05
The bustling voice broke into an empty door, destroying the dream of the world, turning for a lifetime, and there are several books, such as your default life and death, withering and dying, and so on. The annual rings/floating pagodas are broken for several floors. Whose soul was hurt, went straight to the door where a broken lamp collapsed. Let me wait for history to turn around and wait for the wine to be mellow. You can play a guzheng/I heard that you are always alone with your old roots in the mottled city gate. The slate echoed with the sound of waiting/rain. The ancient hometown is deeply covered with vegetation. I heard that you are still guarding the outskirts of the lonely city where the flute falls. It is our destiny to take root in Nomura. /Listening to youth welcoming laughter, I envy many people. History is too gentle to write. Fireworks are easy to get cold and people are easy to separate. Are you asking me if I'm still serious?/After a thousand years, who is still waiting? Is the history of history untrue? Luoyang City, Shu Wei is like you following the world of mortals, following me all your life. I heard that you are always alone. The mottled gate is entrenched in the old roots, and the slate echoes the waiting. I heard that you are still guarding the lonely city, and the shepherd's flute falls where Nomura's fate takes root. We in THE TEMPLE OF JIALAN Temple listen to the rain and look forward to eternity.