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Anonymous users2024-02-06Frost and snow for a thousand years. Composition: COP
Arranger: COP
Singing: Luo Tianyi, Le Zhengya.
Pear blossom scent. Wrapped around the corners of the clothes, it swept through the bustle.
Quietly into the red curtain deep tent.
Listen to the trolls of the orioles.
A thin breeze trickles around your fingers.
Take a boat. Lan paddle cleared the fog and confusion.
I don't know it's more than half a day.
Passing green scenery.
All yellowed.
The wind fades away the temperature.
Silent traction.
It is clear that there is a clear eyebrow here.
The dissolution of twilight.
Vaguely obscure.
Look back at this old street.
Tracing who I am in the smoke clouds.
Only the twilight rain drops.
It is enough to whitewash this right and wrong.
Wait for the moonlight to rise.
Who knocks at this door?
Moss green bluestone street.
mottled with flowing water.
Drink three glasses or two glasses.
I can't figure out the entangled complex.
Between your indifferent brows.
Glimpse the joys and sorrows of departed people, frost and snow.
The pavilion is now. The dust flies and the fog disperses, and the fluorescence flutters.
Mottled stone staircases are revealed.
The eyes are full of falling heroes.
Yerba Cao entered the deep courtyard.
By railing. On the small table, there are two Qiong Qi.
Close your eyes and listen to the breeze and sparse the leaves.
There seems to be laughter.
Haunting this high Xuan.
The clouds move silently, and the cicadas chirp.
The rain fell and rippled.
Rub the dots and dye to outline this world.
A glance at the origin.
Freeze the three lives and millennia.
Look back at this old street.
Tracing who I am in the smoke clouds.
Only the twilight rain drops.
It is enough to whitewash this right and wrong.
Wait for the moonlight to rise.
Who knocks at this door?
Moss green bluestone street.
mottled with flowing water.
Drink three glasses or two glasses.
I can't figure out the entangled complex.
Between your indifferent brows.
Glimpse the joys and sorrows of departed people, frost and snow.
Pear blossom snow in March.
After several years, it was opened and defeated.
The pen is in black and white.
Danqing is interspersed with helplessness.
At that time, it was a bend of the moon.
When did it first appear on the riverside?
And who am I waiting for?
Look back at this pavilion.
Remember who you are after a thousand years.
Only the moonlight is faint.
It is enough to outline this right and wrong.
Wait for the memories to come flooding back.
In a trance, I was already in tears.
Fenghong ten-mile long street.
Who frowned behind the red curtain.
Dream of mulberry bamboo paradise.
The place where the reincarnation said goodbye.
May we see each other again in this life.
Melt the frost and snow of sorrow between your brows.
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Anonymous users2024-02-05The fragrance of pear blossoms swept through the bustle around the corners of the clothes.
Quietly into the red curtain deep tent.
Listen to the yellow orioles on the branches, and the breeze flows around your fingers.
Sitting on the boat, the blue oar cleared the fog and confusion.
I don't know it's more than half a day.
The lush scenery that passed by the eyes was all yellow.
The wind that fades away the temperature is silently pulling.
It is clear that there is a clear eyebrow here.
The dissolution of twilight is faintly obscure.
Looking back at this old street, I can trace who I am in the smoke and clouds.
Just a drop of rain at dusk is enough to whitewash this wrong.
When the moonlight rises, who knocks at the door?
The moss-green bluestone street is mottled with flowing water.
Drink three glasses and two glasses, and can't figure out the entangled complex.
Between your indifferent eyebrows, you can catch a glimpse of the joys and sorrows of the departed frost and snow.
The pavilion is now, the dust and fog are scattered and fluorescent.
Mottled stone staircases are revealed.
The eyes are falling, and the grass is in the deep courtyard.
By the railing, there are two Qiong Qi on the small table.
Close your eyes and listen to the breeze and sparse the leaves.
There seemed to be laughter and laughter, lingering around this Gao Xuan.
The clouds move silently, the cicadas chirp, and the rain falls and ripples.
Rub the dots and dye to outline this world.
The glance of the origin freezes three lives and thousands of years.
Looking back at this old street, I can trace who I am in the smoke and clouds.
Just a drop of rain at dusk is enough to whitewash this wrong.
When the moonlight rises, who knocks at the door?
The moss-green bluestone street is mottled with flowing water.
Drink three glasses and two glasses, and can't figure out the entangled complex.
Between your indifferent eyebrows, you can catch a glimpse of the joys and sorrows of the departed frost and snow.
Pear blossom snow in March, several years of opening and failing.
The pen is black and white, and the danqing is interspersed with helplessness.
At that time, when did the bend moon first appear on the riverside.
And who am I waiting for?
Look back at this pavilion and remember who you are after a thousand years.
Just the faint moonlight is enough to outline this right and wrong.
When this memory came flooding up, I was already in tears in a trance.
Fenghong ten-mile long street, who frowned behind the red curtain.
Dream of mulberry bamboo paradise, the place where reincarnation once said goodbye.
May we see you again in this life, and melt the frost and snow of sorrow between your brows.
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Anonymous users2024-02-04Look back at this pavilion and remember who you are after a thousand years.
It should be looking back at this gazebo and remembering who you are in a thousand years.
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Anonymous users2024-02-03The song "Thousand Years of Frost and Snow" expressesIn a trance, the girl's face was full of tears, and she looked at the long street that stretched red at this time, thinking that although she didn't know when, or if she could meet that person, she would still cherish the memory of this thousand-year-old meeting.
"Frost and Snow Millennium" singing: Luo Tianyi, Le Zhengya.
Composer: COP
Lyrics: cop
The fragrance of pear blossoms swept through the bustle around the corners of the clothes.
Quietly enter the red curtain deep tent and listen to the amusement of the yellow orioles on the branches.
The breeze is around your fingers, and you can ride the boat.
Lan Pao cleared the fog and confusion, and he didn't realize that it was more than half of the day.
The lush scenery that passed by the eyes was all yellow.
The wind that fades away the temperature is silently pulling.
The eyebrows here are clear, and the twilight melts.
Vaguely obscure and verdant, looking back at this old street.
Tracing who I am in the smoke and clouds, only the twilight rain drops.
It is enough to whitewash this right and wrong, and wait for this moonlight to rise.
Whoever knocks lightly on this door, moss-green bluestone street.
mottled the years like flowing water, drink three glasses and two glasses.
I can't sort out the entangled complex, between your indifferent eyebrows.
Glimpse the joys and sorrows of the departed frost and snow, and the pavilion is now.
The dust and mist disperse and fluoresce, revealing mottled stone steps.
The eyes are falling, and the grass is in the deep courtyard.
By the railing, there are two Qiong Qi on the small table.
Close your eyes and listen to the breeze and sparse leaves, as if there were laughter and laughter.
Lingering around this high Xuan, the clouds move silently and chirping cicadas.
The rain falls and ripples, rubbing and dyeing to outline the world.
The glance of the origin freezes three lives and thousands of years.
Looking back at this old street, I can trace who I am in the smoke and clouds.
Just a drop of rain at dusk is enough to whitewash this wrong.
When the moonlight rises, who knocks at the door?
The moss-green bluestone street is mottled with flowing water.
Drink three glasses and two glasses, and can't figure out the entangled complex.
Between your indifferent eyebrows, you catch a glimpse of the joys and sorrows of the departed frost and snow.
Pear blossom snow in March, several years of opening and failing.
The pen is black and white, and the danqing is interspersed with helplessness.
At that time, when did the bend moon first appear on the riverside.
And who am I waiting for, in this pavilion?
Looking back, a thousand years from now, remember who you are.
Just the faint moonlight is enough to outline this right and wrong.
When this memory came flooding up, I was already in tears in a trance.
Fenghong ten-mile long street, who frowned behind the red curtain.
Dream of mulberry bamboo paradise, the place where reincarnation once said goodbye.
May we see you again in this life, and melt the frost and snow of sorrow between your brows.
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Anonymous users2024-02-02Frost and Snow Millennial - Luo Tianyi 乐正绫 (yuezheng ling) Words: co p
Song: co p
Luo: The fragrance of pear blossoms wrapped around the corners of the clothes.
Quietly into the red curtain deep tent.
Listen to the amusing yellow orioles on the branches, and the breeze flows around your fingers.
Sitting on the boat, the blue oar cleared the fog and confusion.
I don't know it's more than half a day.
The lush scenery that passed by the eyes was all yellow.
The wind that fades away the temperature is silently pulling.
It is clear that there is a clear eyebrow here.
The dissolution of twilight is faintly obscure.
Looking back at this old street, I can trace who I am in the smoke and clouds.
Just a drop of rain at dusk is enough to whitewash this wrong.
Le: When the moonlight rises, everyone will knock on this door.
Luo: Mossy bluestone street.
mottled with flowing water.
Drink three glasses and two glasses, and can't figure out the entangled complex.
Le: Between your indifferent brows.
Glimpse the joys and sorrows of departed people, frost and snow.
Luo: The pavilion is now dusty, foggy, fluorescent, and staggering.
Mottled stone staircases are revealed.
The eyes are falling, and the grass is in the deep courtyard.
By the railing, there are two Qiong Qi on the small table.
Close your eyes and listen to the breeze and sparse the leaves.
There seemed to be laughter and laughter, lingering around this Gao Xuan.
The clouds move silently, the cicadas chirp, and the rain falls and ripples.
Rub the dots and dye to outline this world.
The glance of the origin freezes three lives and thousands of years.
Looking back at this old street, I can trace who I am in the smoke and clouds.
Just a drop of rain at dusk is enough to whitewash this wrong.
Le: When the moonlight rises, everyone will knock on this door.
Luo: Mossy bluestone street.
mottled with flowing water.
Drink three glasses and two glasses, and can't figure out the entangled complex.
Le: Between your indifferent brows.
Glimpse the joys and sorrows of departed people, frost and snow.
Luo: In March, the pear blossom snow opened and failed.
The pen is black and white, and the danqing is interspersed with helplessness.
At that time, when did the crescent moon first appear on the riverside?
Le: And who am I waiting for?
Luo: Looking back at this pavilion a thousand years later.
Remember who you are.
Just the faint moonlight is enough to outline this right and wrong.
Le: When this memory welled up, I was already in tears.
Luo: Fenghong ten-mile long street.
Who frowned behind the red curtain.
Dream of mulberry bamboo paradise.
The place where the reincarnation said goodbye.
Le: See you soon.
Melt between your eyebrows.
He: Sadness frost and snow.
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Anonymous users2024-02-01Frost and Snow Millennial - Luo Tianyi 乐正绫 (yuezheng ling) Words: co p
Song: co p
Luo: The fragrance of pear blossoms wrapped around the corners of the clothes.
Quietly into the red curtain deep tent.
Listen to the amusing yellow orioles on the branches, and the breeze flows around your fingers.
Sitting on the boat, the blue oar cleared the fog and confusion.
I don't know it's more than half a day.
The lush scenery that passed by the eyes was all yellow.
The wind that fades away the temperature is silently pulling.
It is clear that there is a clear eyebrow here.
The dissolution of twilight is faintly obscure.
Looking back at this old street, I can trace who I am in the smoke and clouds.
Just a drop of rain at dusk is enough to whitewash this wrong.
Le: When the moonlight rises, everyone will knock on this door.
Luo: Mossy bluestone street.
mottled with flowing water.
Drink three glasses and two glasses, and can't figure out the entangled complex.
Le: Between your indifferent brows.
Glimpse the joys and sorrows of departed people, frost and snow.
Luo: The pavilion is now dusty, foggy, fluorescent, and staggering.
Mottled stone staircases are revealed.
The eyes are falling, and the grass is in the deep courtyard.
By the railing, there are two Qiong Qi on the small table.
Close your eyes and listen to the breeze and sparse the leaves.
There seemed to be laughter and laughter, lingering around this Gao Xuan.
The clouds move silently, the cicadas chirp, and the rain falls and ripples.
Rub the dots and dye to outline this world.
The glance of the origin freezes three lives and thousands of years.
Looking back at this old street, I can trace who I am in the smoke and clouds.
Just a drop of rain at dusk is enough to whitewash this wrong.
Le: When the moonlight rises, everyone will knock on this door.
Luo: Mossy bluestone street.
mottled with flowing water.
Drink three glasses and two glasses, and can't figure out the entangled complex.
Le: Between your indifferent brows.
Glimpse the joys and sorrows of departed people, frost and snow.
Luo: In March, the pear blossom snow opened and failed.
The pen is black and white, and the danqing is interspersed with helplessness.
At that time, when did the crescent moon first appear on the riverside?
Le: And who am I waiting for?
Luo: Looking back at this pavilion a thousand years later.
Remember who you are.
Just the faint moonlight is enough to outline this right and wrong.
Le: When this memory welled up, I was already in tears.
Luo: Fenghong ten-mile long street.
Who frowned behind the red curtain.
Dream of mulberry bamboo paradise.
The place where the reincarnation said goodbye.
Le: See you soon.
Melt between your eyebrows.
He: Sadness frost and snow.
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Anonymous users2024-01-31<>1, the lyrics of "Frost and Snow Millennium" are as follows:
Pear blossom scent. Wrapped around the corners of the clothes, it swept through the bustle.
Quietly into the red curtain deep tent.
Listen to the trolls of the orioles.
A thin breeze trickles around your fingers.
Take a boat. Lan paddle cleared the fog and confusion.
I don't know it's more than half a day.
Passing green scenery.
All yellowed.
The wind fades away the temperature.
Silent traction.
It is clear that there is a clear eyebrow here.
The dissolution of twilight.
Vaguely obscure.
Look back at this old street.
Tracing who I am in the smoke clouds.
Only the twilight rain drops.
It is enough to whitewash this right and wrong.
PV song painting and cover morning sock picture.
PV song painting and cover image.
Wait for the moonlight to rise.
Who knocks at this door?
Moss green bluestone street.
mottled with flowing water.
Drink three glasses or two glasses.
I can't figure out the entangled complex.
Between your indifferent brows.
Glimpse the joys and sorrows of departed people, frost and snow.
The pavilion is now. The dust flies and the fog disperses, and the fluorescence flutters.
Mottled stone staircases are revealed.
The eyes are full of falling heroes.
Yerba Cao entered the deep courtyard.
By railing. On the small table, there are two Qiong Qi.
Close your eyes and listen to the breeze and sparse the leaves.
There seems to be laughter.
Haunting this high Xuan.
The clouds move silently, and the cicadas chirp.
One of the PV songs.
One of the PV songs.
The rain fell and rippled.
Rub the dots and dye to outline this world.
A glance at the origin.
Freeze the three lives and millennia.
Look back at this old street.
Tracing who I am in the smoke clouds.
Only the twilight rain drops.
It is enough to whitewash this right and wrong.
Wait for the moonlight to rise.
Who knocks at this door?
Moss green bluestone street.
mottled with flowing water.
Drink three glasses or two glasses.
I can't figure out the entangled complex.
Between your indifferent brows.
Glimpse the joys and sorrows of departed people, frost and snow.
Pear blossom snow in March.
After several years, it was opened and defeated.
The pen is in black and white.
Danqing is interspersed with helplessness.
At that time, it was a bend of the moon.
When did it first appear on the riverside?
And who am I waiting for?
Look back at this pavilion.
Remember who you are after a thousand years.
Only the moonlight is faint.
It is enough to outline this right and wrong.
Wait for the memories to come flooding back.
One of the PV songs.
One of the PV songs.
In a trance, I was already in tears.
Fenghong ten-mile long street.
Who frowned behind the red curtain.
Dream of mulberry bamboo paradise.
The place where the reincarnation said goodbye.
May we see each other again in this life.
Melt the frost and snow of sorrow between your brows.
2, "Frost and Snow Millennium" is a VOCALOID original song uploaded to Bilibili by COP on October 14, 2015, sung by Luo Tianyi and Le Zhengya. Legendary song, the song has been collected by 10,000 people on station B.
It's all gone! It's just that the computer can't recognize the year 2000!!
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Most of the hanging coffin burial remains in China are located near mountains and rivers, and have a history of at least two or three thousand years (the latest is more than 400 years). In these thousands of years, the river course and landform may have undergone great changes, such as the Jiuqu River in Wuyi Mountain, Fujian, and the Shangqing River, a tributary of the Xinjiang River in Xianyan, Guixi County, Jiangxi Province, and the stone walls on both sides of the river, which have experienced the erosion of the riverbed by the river water in two or three thousand years, and it is entirely possible for the river water level to be lowered under the action of long-term natural forces, so the height of the coffin at that time will not be as high as what is seen now. In short, the view that most of the hanging coffins in South China have been elevated due to geological changes is of significance in the study of hanging coffins.
Liubiju has lived for more than 500 years, Zhang Xiaoquan, Chen Liji, Guangzhou Tongrentang for more than 400 years, Wang Laoji for nearly 200 years, Wu Yutai, Donglaishun, Changyu, and Tsingtao Beer for more than 100 years.