What s your favorite version of The Ballad of the Hills?

In my impression, there are many versions of "The Ballad of the Mountains", and my favorite version is the most ordinary, because I think the most ordinary version makes people feel very good, sounds very charming, and impressive.

I think my favorite version of the Yuyama Ballad is the girls' version, because I think the emotions expressed in this version are softer and more delicate, and I like this feeling myself.

My favorite is the original version, because I think the original version is the most authentic and the one that can bring me the most emotion, and I think it is very beautiful.

This song is one of the songs that the lyricist was invited to create for ** "The Story of the West Mountain", its lyrics are simple, and the pen is natural, which provides an excellent writing space for the composition and accurately describes the changes in Beijing carried by the West Mountain for 3,000 years.

I think the various versions of the Yushan ballad are still better than the original. After all, the original version is more classic, it makes people sound comfortable, and it makes me feel very good. So I still prefer the original.

The ballad of the sunset, formerly known as the distant mountain Yao. I still like to listen to the original version of this song the most, because when this anime appeared, I first listened to the original version, and I think the lyrics are very well written, so I still like the original version of the West Yam the most, although the other versions are also very good, but they are preconceived.

It should be the folk version that is better, I think this song is very eloquent, it can bring me a lot of touches, I especially like this song, I will play it every night when I can't sleep.

"The Ballad of the Evening Mountain" (formerly: The Ballad of the Far Mountains).

Lyrics: Glazed mushrooms.

Composer: LBG

Arranger: LBG

Mixing: LBG

Singing: Called 獣 [8].

Lyrics: Acacia among the clouds, drizzle and green green.

The shadow is not drunk and sleeping, and the evening breeze is swaying.

The distant mountains are full of fog, dusk and twilight, and the night is slightly cool.

Thinking about the past.

Mocking the frivolity of those years.

The sun is shining and the moon is full of words, and there is no word to hear.

A few people left empty and let him go to the beginning of autumn in the summer.

A thousand sails pass at the end of the day.

The streamer is looking forward to returning to the boat.

The boat is short but long, even if there are different sides of the world.

I would like to see you and you.

Thousands of miles of clouds, such as longing, endless, the swaying evening breeze seems to dye the continuous drizzle with the color of green. Alone, borrowing wine to drown his sorrows in front of the reflection, drowsy and tired in a hazy way. In the dream, the dusk is twilight, the sunset is in the west, and the distant mountain seems to stand at the end of the sky, the night breeze is slightly cool, and I vaguely remember the time you were around and the bits and pieces of ridicule when you were young and frivolous.

In a dream, wake up leisurely, the rain has passed the sky, the sunset has fallen the last ray, which is particularly dazzling, and the full moon quietly climbs into the sky. You always come and go, let the time pass, day after day, leaving me alone and sad. Looking at a fleet from afar, stepping on the scales and waves to return, the small boat carries my deep affection, connecting you who are thousands of miles away, I hope you can think of me in my heart as I miss you.

Acacia among the clouds.

The drizzle is green.

The shadow is not drunk and sleeping.

The evening breeze is swaying.

The distant mountains are full of mist.

Dusk and night are slightly cool.

Thinking about the past.

Mocking the frivolity of those years.

The moon is shining.

Silence and silence.

A few people were left empty.

Let him go to summer and return to autumn.

A thousand sails pass at the end of the day.

The streamer is looking forward to returning to the boat.

The boat is short but long, even if there are different sides of the world.

I would like to see you and you.

The clouds are out of Xiu, and the geese return to the double.

Huaguang is like a man.

Death and a thousand years of resignation are unusual.

Carrying today's expectations.

The moon is shining.

Silence and silence.

A few people were left empty.

Let him go to summer and return to autumn.

A thousand sails pass at the end of the day.

The streamer is looking forward to returning to the boat.

The boat is short but long, even if there are different sides of the world.

I would like to see you and you.