There is a sentence in the lyrics I haven t seen Chang an for many years , what song is it?

I don't see Chang'an. Singer: Hetu.

Composer : River Chart.

Lyrics : finale

Under the ancient trees at the head of the village, the dew on the leaves of the grass has not dried up.

In the morning mist, the ferry boat sang a ballad and held up the small river bay.

I lay on the roof with my arms on my back and thought about it all night.

Who in the hall under the tile talked about Chang'an on paper.

The bridge deck is like frost, and the soles are cold, stepping on the bluestone slabs.

The girl who rubbed shoulders had crooked eyebrows and eyes, and smiled so calmly.

I got on the ferry with my bags on my back and looked back at the broadside.

In the outline of the village, the smoke gradually rises and drifts away.

I suddenly began to miss Chang'an in the story.

I traveled day and night, trekking through mountains and rivers, and the mountains and rivers were long.

This journey has been thousands of miles to see the flowers bloom a few times.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter winds in turn caressed my beginning.

I passed through the town, the night was as cool as water, and the moon was bending on the horizon.

Passing by the south of the Yangtze River, I saw a scholar sleeping on the willow bank.

I passed by the long street, bustling with people selling and selling.

Passing by Luoyang, I saw Miss Painting Building embroidering peonies.

I gradually began to dream of Chang'an in the story every night.

There are people in Chang'an City who sing 300 poems, and the songs are full of joys and sorrows.

When I arrived, the sun was just right, and the wind was blowing warmly.

But why am I suddenly at a loss in Chang'an.

These towers and palaces are not what I imagined.

I had a picture in my heart that painted it.

Chang'an City suddenly began to rain, wetting the vicissitudes of prosperity.

In the panic, I forgot where I came.

He turned around and left that year.

The sound of the water is far away from the riverbank.

Whether the village is still alive.

Thousands of miles away, I suddenly looked back and couldn't see Chang'an for many years.

I've walked thousands of miles alone, and I've never felt lonely. I began to feel lonely, and that was after I arrived in Chang'an. Everyone has a Chang'an City in their hearts. It took me a lifetime to figure out that I had never been there.

1. The lyrics of "Not Seeing Chang'an" are as follows:

Under the ancient trees at the head of the village, the dew on the leaves of the grass has not dried up.

In the morning mist, the ferry boat sang a ballad and held up the small river bay.

I lay on the roof with my arms on my back and thought about it all night.

Who in the hall under the tile orange ruler talked about Chang'an on paper.

The bridge deck is like frost, and the soles are cold, stepping on the bluestone slabs.

The girl who rubbed shoulders had crooked eyebrows and eyes, and smiled so calmly.

I got on the ferry with my bags on my back and looked back at the broadside.

In the outline of the village, the smoke gradually rises and drifts away.

I suddenly began to miss Chang'an in the story.

I traveled day and night, trekking through mountains and rivers, and the mountains and rivers were long.

This journey has been thousands of miles to see the flowers bloom a few times.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter winds in turn caressed my beginning.

I passed through the town, the night was as cool as water, and the moon was bending on the horizon.

Passing by the south of the Yangtze River, I saw a scholar sleeping on the willow bank.

My road is round and high, and the long street is bustling, and the hawking is like a turn.

Passing by, Luoyang saw the young lady painting the building embroidered peony.

I gradually began to dream of Chang'an in the story every night.

There are people in Chang'an City who sing 300 poems, and the songs are full of joys and sorrows.

When I arrived, the sun was just right, and the wind was blowing warmly.

But why am I suddenly at a loss in Chang'an.

These towers and palaces are not what I imagined.

I had a picture in my heart that painted it.

Chang'an City suddenly began to rain, wetting the vicissitudes of prosperity.

In the panic, I forgot where I came.

He turned around and left that year.

The sound of the water is far away from the riverbank.

Whether the village is still alive.

Thousands of miles away, I looked back in amazement.

2, "Don't See Chang'an" is a song sung by Hetu. Released on September 30, 2010, from Hetu's first ** "The Wind Rises in the Sky".

Song Title: Don't See Chang'an Singer: Hetu.

Affiliation**: The wind rises in the sky.

Composer: Hetu Lyrics : finale

On the grass leaves under the ancient trees at the head of the village.

The dew has not dried, and the ferry boat sings songs in the morning mist.

Propping up the creek bay, I lay on the roof with my arms on my pillow.

I thought about it all night, and who in the hall under the tile was talking about it.

Chang'an on paper The bridge deck is like frost, and the soles are cold.

The girl who stepped on the bluestone slab and rubbed her shoulders with her eyebrows and eyes crooked.

How calm I smiled I got on the ferry with my bags on my back.

The barricade looked back at the outline of the village, and the smoke gradually faded.

Rising and drifting away, I suddenly began to miss it like crazy.

Chang'an in the story I traveled day and night.

The mountain and water road is long, and this road has come thousands of miles.

Watch the flowers bloom a few times, and the spring, summer, autumn and winter winds pass in turn.

I started I passed through a small town and the night was as cool as water.

The moon is bending in the sky, passing by Jiangnan and seeing scholars.

Sleeping on the willow bank I passed by the long street bustling.

Selling Du Wan turned and passed by Luoyang and saw Miss.

Painting the building embroidered peony I gradually began to dream every night.

Chang'an in the story There are 300 songs and poems in Chang'an City.

The song is full of joys and sorrows, and the sun is just right when I arrive.

Listen to the wind blowing warmly, but why am I suddenly at a loss.

In Chang'an, this is a vast palace.

I didn't imagine it, I had a picture in my heart.

Drawing it, Chang'an City suddenly began to rain.

Wet and prosperous, I forgot in the panic crowd.

The direction in which he came turned around and left that year.

The sound of the water is far away from the riverbank, whether the village is still there.

Thousands of miles away, I looked back in amazement.

Song title: Don't see Chang'an.

Lyrics : finale

Composer : River Chart.

Arrangement: River Chart.

Singing: Hetu.

**: "The Wind Rises".

Lyrics: The dew on the grass leaves under the ancient trees at the head of the village has not dried.

In the morning mist, the ferry boat sang a ballad and held up the small river bay.

I lay on the roof with my arms on my back and thought about it all night.

Who in the hall under the tile talked about Chang'an on paper.

The bridge deck is like frost, and the soles are cold, stepping on the bluestone slabs.

The girl who rubbed shoulders had crooked eyebrows and eyes, and smiled so calmly.

I got on the ferry with my bags on my back and looked back at the broadside.

In the outline of the village, the smoke gradually rises and drifts away.

I suddenly began to miss Chang'an in the story.

I traveled day and night, trekking through mountains and rivers, and the mountains and rivers were long.

This journey has been thousands of miles to see the flowers bloom a few times.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter winds in turn caressed my beginning.

I passed through the town, the night was as cool as water, and the moon was bending on the horizon.

Passing by the south of the Yangtze River, I saw a scholar sleeping on the willow bank.

I passed by the long street, bustling with people selling and selling.

Passing by Luoyang, I saw Miss Painting Building embroidering peonies.

I gradually began to dream of Chang'an in the story every night.

There are people in Chang'an City who sing 300 poems, and the songs are full of joys and sorrows.

When I arrived, the sun was just right, and the wind was blowing warmly.

But why am I suddenly at a loss in Chang'an.

These towers and palaces are not what I imagined.

I had a picture in my heart that painted it.

Chang'an City suddenly began to rain, wetting the vicissitudes of prosperity.

In the panic, I forgot where I came.

He turned around and left that year.

The sound of the water is far away from the riverbank.

Whether the village is still alive.

Thousands of miles away, I looked back in amazement.

Singer profile: Hetu, whose real name is Tian Zhuo, is a native of Huaihua, Hunan, a well-known Internet person, a well-known ancient style person, and a member of the famous original ancient style group "Mo Ming Qi Miao". All-round talent in lyrics, songs, singing, and performance.

Song title: Don't see Chang'an.

Singer: Hetu.

**: Once upon a time song series 45

I've walked thousands of miles alone, and I've never felt lonely.

I began to feel lonely, and that was after I arrived in Chang'an.

Everyone has a Chang'an City in their hearts.

It took me a lifetime to figure out that I had never been there.

I don't see Chang'an. Lyrics Copywriting: finale

Composer, Arranger, Singing: Hetu.

Under the ancient trees at the head of the village, the dew on the leaves of the grass has not dried up.

In the morning mist, the ferry boat sang a ballad and held up the small river bay.

I lay on the roof with my arms on my back and thought about it all night.

Who in the hall under the tile talked about Chang'an on paper.

The bridge deck is like frost, and the soles are cold, stepping on the bluestone slabs.

The girl who rubbed shoulders had crooked eyebrows and eyes, and smiled so calmly.

I got on the ferry with my bags on my back and looked back at the broadside.

In the outline of the village, the smoke gradually rises and drifts away.

I suddenly began to miss Chang'an in the story.

I traveled day and night, trekking through mountains and rivers, and the mountains and rivers were long.

This journey has been thousands of miles to see the flowers bloom a few times.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter winds in turn caressed my beginning.

I passed through the town, the night was as cool as water, and the moon was bending on the horizon.

Passing by the south of the Yangtze River, I saw a scholar sleeping on the willow bank.

I passed by the long street, bustling with people selling and selling.

Passing by Luoyang, I saw Miss Painting Building embroidering peonies.

I gradually began to dream of Chang'an in the story every night.

There are people in Chang'an City who sing 300 poems, and the songs are full of joys and sorrows.

When I arrived, the sun was just right, and the wind was blowing warmly.

But why am I suddenly at a loss in Chang'an.

These towers and palaces are not what I imagined.

I had a picture in my heart that painted it.

Chang'an City suddenly began to rain, wetting the vicissitudes of prosperity.

In the panic, I forgot where I came.

He turned around and left that year.

The sound of the water is far away from the riverbank.

Whether the village is still alive.

Thousands of miles away, I looked back in amazement.

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I don't see Chang'an. Composer, Arranger, Singing: Hetu.

Lyrics : finale

On the grass leaves under the ancient trees at the head of the village.

The dew has not dried.

The ferry boats sang songs in the morning mist.

Survive the creek bay.

I lay on the roof with my arms on my pillow.

Thought about it all night.

Who in the hall under the tile speaks?

Chang'an on paper.

The bridge deck is like frost, and the soles are cold.

Step over the bluestone slabs.

The girl who rubbed her shoulders had crooked eyebrows.

How calm the smile is.

I got on the ferry with my bags on my back.

The broadside looked back.

The outline of the village is filled with smoke.

Rising and drifting.

All of a sudden, I started to miss it like crazy.

Chang'an in the story.

I traveled day and night.

The mountain and water roads are long.

It's been a long journey.

Watch the flowers bloom a few times.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter winds in turn caressed my beginning.

I passed through the town and the night was as cold as water.

The moon is bent on the horizon.

Passing by Jiangnan, I saw a scholar.

Sleep on the willow bank.

I passed by the long street bustling with activity.

Selling is all about turning.

Passing by Luoyang, I saw Miss.

Painting floor embroidered peony.

Gradually, I began to dream every night.

Chang'an in the story.

There are 300 people in Chang'an City.

The song is full of joys and sorrows.

The sun was just right on arrival.

Listen to the wind blowing warmly.

But why am I suddenly at a loss in Chang'an.

This is a vast palace.

None of them were what I imagined.

I once had a picture in my heart.

Draw it.

Suddenly it began to rain in Chang'an City.

Wet the vicissitudes of prosperity.

I forgot in the panic.

The direction in which it came.

He turned around and left that year.

The sound of the water is far away from the riverbank.

Whether the village is still alive.

Thousands of miles away, I looked back in amazement.

Don't see Chang'an] word: finale

Qu: River Chart. Under the ancient trees at the head of the village, the dew on the leaves of the grass has not dried up.

In the morning mist, the ferry boat sang a ballad and held up the small river bay.

I lay on the roof with my arms on my back and thought about it all night.

Who in the hall under the tile talked about Chang'an on paper.

The bridge deck is like frost, and the soles are cold, stepping on the bluestone slabs.

The girl who rubbed shoulders had crooked eyebrows and eyes, and smiled so calmly.

I got on the ferry with my bags on my back and looked back at the broadside.

In the outline of the village, the smoke gradually rises and drifts away.

I suddenly began to miss Chang'an in the story.

I traveled day and night, trekking through mountains and rivers, and the mountains and rivers were long.

This way has come thousands of miles, and I have seen the flowers bloom a few times.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter winds in turn caressed my beginning.

I passed through the town, the night was as cool as water, and the moon was bending on the horizon.

Passing by the south of the Yangtze River, I saw a scholar sleeping on the willow bank.

I passed by the long street, and the imitation stools were bustling, and the hawking was all around.

Passing by Luoyang, I saw Miss Painting Building embroidering peonies.

I gradually began to dream of Chang'an in the story every night.

There are people in Chang'an City who sing 300 poems, and the songs are full of joys and sorrows.

When I arrived, the sun was just right, and the wind was blowing warmly.

But why am I suddenly at a loss in Chang'an.

These towers and palaces are not what I imagined.

I had a picture in my heart that painted it.

Chang'an City suddenly began to rain, wetting the vicissitudes of prosperity.

In the panic of the people, I forgot the direction I came.

He turned around and left that year.

The sound of the water is far away from the riverbank.

Whether the village is still alive.

Thousands of miles away, I looked back in amazement.

Chang'an. Lyrics and music: Chen Xiaoyu.

The sun is stacked next to the tracks, looking back at Chang'an, like a long-ago film.

In the summer of the year when the youth ended, the sunset town of Huashan Pass was smoking.

I passed by the streets and alleys at dusk, the lights were on, and the platform was especially deserted in the early morning.

I thought of the sycamore in the middle of the road on campus, and I remembered that you should walk alone in the evening breeze.

The cherry blossoms of Qinglong Temple are flying snow, and the camphor of Xingqing Palace covers the street, just like a moon in Qujiang, and the moon has become a trick.

The long street you walked through, and people have gone to the sunset, the grass is falling into the city this June, and Yingge Chang'an Street.

You look at the train and cry silently, but your young heart is only wild.

I hope that I can meet you again in this life, like the first encounter in the distant street.

The cherry blossoms of Qinglong Temple are flying snow, and the camphor of Xingqing Palace covers the street, just like a moon in Qujiang, and the moon has become a trick.

The long street you walked through, and people have gone to the sunset, the grass is falling into the city this June, and Yingge Chang'an Street.

The cherry blossoms of Qinglong Temple are flying snow, the Qujiang River is a moon, there are lakes and lakes, and the leaves of the Vermilion Bird Gate City River, there are all I can't let go, and the youth that can never go back.

The ancient house of Yaowang Cave is on the street, and the leaves of the Vermilion Bird Gate City River are like a moon in the Qujiang River, and the moon has become a trick.

The long street you walked through, and people have gone to the sunset, the grass is falling into the city this June, and Yingge Chang'an Street.