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Anonymous users2024-02-06Dream in the prairie. Lyrics: Li Yushan.
Composer: Zhao Tianhua.
Original singer: Korchinev.
My dreams float in the blue sky.
It was smoke rising from the yurt.
Threads are wrapped around the heart.
Threads are wrapped around the heart.
My dreams echo in the mountains.
That's the love that flows out of the horse-head qin.
Melodious and tugging at the heartstrings.
Melodious and tugging at the heartstrings.
My dreams are in front of me.
It was a lingering thought.
My dreams are on the horizon.
It was a vast grassland.
My dreams stand on the banks of the river.
It was Grandma's silent anticipation.
It's poignant.
It's poignant.
My dreams are in front of me.
It was a lingering thought.
My dreams are on the horizon.
It was a vast grassland.
My dreams are in front of me.
It was a call from afar.
My dreams are on the horizon.
It is the home of the soul of the Mongols of the Leaky people.
It is the home of the hearts of the ancients.
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Anonymous users2024-02-05The original singer of the Dream in the Prairie song was Korchinv.
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Anonymous users2024-02-04The original singer of the dream back to the grassland song is Zhao Zhen. "Dream Back to the Grassland" is a song sung by Zhao Zhen, which was included in "Dream Back to the Grassland" ** released on April 12, 2010.
This is a real and touching story that happened in the Xilin Gol Grassland, this is a grassland love worthy of a lifetime of memories, this is a feeling expressed by Zhao Zhen, a pioneer in Chinese mainland, with ** and singing, this song expresses Zhao Zhen's deep thoughts about Abba and Aunt of the grassland and the relatives of the grassland spring.
Song lyrics. I often dream that I am galloping on the grassland, and I often dream that I am flying in the blue sky.
I often smell the fragrance of willow blue flowers in my dreams, and I often hear the call of the horse-head qin in my dreams.
In the quiet sky, the moon is full, and the children of the grassland miss their homeland.
I want to see Grandma's kind smiling face, and I want to ruin or look at the red saddle made by Abba himself.
Aba Ye of the steppe, you are a mountain of heroes.
Amuye of the grassland, you are the nine-curved bend of the Xilin River.
Yay, son of the steppe, wants to come back to you.
Let me turn into the wild goose returning to the north, and today I finally galloped on the grassland.
Today I finally flew in the blue sky and took the milk tea from my grandmother with both hands.
Take the blessing of Abba's wine with both hands, Abba Ye of the steppe, you are a mountain of heroes.
Granda Ye of the grassland, you are the nine-curved bend of the Xilin River, and the son of the grassland wants to return to you.
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Anonymous users2024-02-03"Thousands of Towns" Chen Li.
She lives on the torrent in July.
The rooftop is poured with ideals.
She took a nap in the reeds where the north wind hastily passed.
The grassland in her dreams was white.
The train takes the joys and sorrows to toss.
She tasted every limited-time gift of candy in a foreign land.
If I stand on the morning sun, can I get rid of yesterday's melancholy?
Can thin words convey all my concerns?
If one day I don't have the courage to go back, can I persevere to finish this one?
There is always a hometown when you travel through thousands of rivers and mountains.
The city is generously lit up all night long.
Just like a teenager, he is not afraid of the long years.
She doesn't want much, it's just different from others.
The candlelight reflection adds tea to me.
The meeting is too short to wait for the tea to be cold.
The habits you threw behind are still alive on me.
If I stand on the morning sun, can I get rid of yesterday's melancholy?
Can thin words convey all my concerns?
If one day I don't have the courage to go back, can I persevere to finish this one?
There is always a hometown when you travel through thousands of rivers and mountains.
If I stand on the morning sun, can I get rid of yesterday's melancholy?
Can thin words convey all my concerns?
If one day I don't have the courage to go back, can I persevere to finish this one?
There is always a hometown when you travel through thousands of rivers and mountains.
She walked in the aftermath of the horse's hooves.
How many partings are burned at sunset.
She explains the scenery of strangers to strangers.
Wait for her to come back and sit down and talk to me.
The old man's face has not changed.
We still want to be different.
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Anonymous users2024-02-02Yang Zhuoma sang, lyrics:
Who has seen the grassland in the dream and the river in the dream (scene) - Jianyang Zhuoma.
Who has seen the prairie in the dream and the river in the dream.
The long tune slid down the hill leisurely.
The sound was hearty.
and slid down to the fragrance of the grassland.
Who has seen the prairie in the dream and the river in the dream.
The milk tea is fragrant and melodious.
The swarthy face of the young herder.
Leaning against the wooden wheels of the Lele cart.
I miss the prairie.
I miss the grassland between heaven and earth.
I kiss the prairie.
Kiss the source of the river of the mother tongue.
Aha. Gerry Grassland.
Ahaha, ah, hey.
The prairie in a dream.
Who has seen the prairie in the dream and the river in the dream.
The milk tea is fragrant and melodious.
The swarthy face of the young herder.
Leaning against the wooden wheels of the Lele cart.
I miss the prairie.
I miss the grassland between heaven and earth.
I kiss the prairie.
Kiss the fountain that bathes the river.
Aha. Gerry Grassland.
Ahaha, ah, hey.
The prairie in a dream.
I miss the prairie.
I miss the grassland between heaven and earth.
I kiss the prairie.
Kiss the source of the river of the mother tongue.
Aha. Gerry Grassland.
Ahaha, ah, hey.
The prairie in a dream.
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Anonymous users2024-02-01ti: Who has seen the prairie in the dream and the river in the dream].
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Who has seen the prairie in the dream and the river in the dream.
Singing: Jianyang Zhuoma (original).
Lyrics: Yang Jian Composer: White Dragon.
Lyrics arrangement: peace of mind.
Who has seen the steppe in a dream.
The river in a dream. The long tune slid down the hill.
The sound was hearty.
and slid down to the fragrance of the grassland.
Who has seen the steppe in a dream.
The river in a dream. The milk tea is fragrant and melodious.
The swarthy face of the young herder.
Leaning against the wooden wheels of the Lehrer car.
I miss the prairie.
I miss the grassland between heaven and earth.
I kiss the prairie.
Kiss the source of the river of the mother tongue.
Aha. Gerry's steppe.
Oh haha, ahaha.
The prairie in a dream.
Who has seen the steppe in a dream.
The river in a dream. The milk tea is fragrant and melodious.
The swarthy face of the young herder.
Leaning against the wooden wheels of the Lehrer car.
I miss the prairie.
I miss the grassland between heaven and earth.
I kiss the prairie.
Kiss the fountain that bathes the river.
Aha. Gerry's steppe.
Oh haha, ahaha.
The prairie in a dream.
I miss the prairie.
I miss the grassland between heaven and earth.
I kiss the prairie.
Kiss the source of the river of the mother tongue.
Aha. Gerry's steppe.
Oh haha, ahaha.
The prairie in a dream.
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Anonymous users2024-01-31The prairie of my dreams.
The Gesang flower in the dream blooms quietly.
It has an intoxicating aroma.
Stand under the linden tree and look into the distance.
Where there is you, there is a paradise of love.
The horse-head fiddle gently melodious in the wind.
The horse-head fiddle gently melodious in the wind.
Singing whose faint sorrow.
Travel through time and space.
Let love return to the hometown of dreams.
My heart has long been rushed in your direction.
Bow a breeze and be your dowry.
Cut a few beautiful clouds to dress up the bride.
I eagerly welcome you to my yurt.
The smoke of the yurt wafts softly.
The smoke of the yurt wafts softly.
Smudged into the warm bowels of whom.
Travel through the red dust and through time.
Let love return to the hometown of dreams.
The smoke of the yurt wafts softly.
The smoke of the yurt wafts softly.
Smudged into the warm bowels of whom.
Travel through the red dust and through time.
Let love return to the hometown of dreams.
Travel through the red dust and through time.
Let love return to the hometown of dreams.
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Anonymous users2024-01-30Fall in love with the ethnic style.
Singing: Hang Jiao.
The thousand-year-old Silk Road camel bell sings softly.
The snow lotus on the horizon is open and auspicious.
Play the winter and blow the strings.
The song floated above the moon.
The roof of the Potala Palace is filled with sunset.
High heavenly road to pray for peace and health.
Beat the drum of Sister A and dance the pot village.
Laughter takes us to fly freely.
I want to see the grassland in my dreams.
Find the lovely girl of your dreams.
A long braided face.
Let the blue sky and white clouds be her dowry.
I want to see the legendary grassland.
Find the paradise you've been looking for for a long time.
Pick a touch of plateau red and wave the horse pole.
Fall in love with the national style, let's sing together.
The roof of the Potala Palace is sprinkled with early glow.
He is a high bird and a high heavenly road to pray for good health.
Beat the drum of Sister A and dance the pot village.
Laughter takes us to fly freely.
I want to see the grassland in my dreams.
Find the lovely girl of your dreams.
A long braided face.
Let the blue sky and white clouds be her dowry.
I want to see the legendary grassland.
Find the paradise you've been looking for for a long time.
Pick a touch of plateau red and wave the horse pole.
Fall in love with the national style, let's sing together.
I want to see the legendary grassland.
Find the paradise you've been looking for for a long time.
Pick a touch of plateau red and wave the horse pole.
Fall in love with the national style, let's sing together.
Fall in love with the national style, let's sing together.
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Anonymous users2024-01-29Lyrics: Yang Jian Composer: White Dragon.
Singing: Jianyang Zhuoma.
Who has seen the steppe in a dream.
The river in a dream. The long tune slid down the hill.
The sound was hearty.
and slid down to the fragrance of the grassland.
Who has seen the steppe in a dream.
The river in a dream. The milk tea is fragrant and melodious.
The swarthy face of the young herder.
Leaning against the wooden wheels of the Lehrer car.
I miss the prairie.
I miss the grassland between heaven and earth.
I kiss the prairie.
Kiss the source of the river of the mother tongue.
Aha. Gerry's steppe.
Oh haha, ahaha.
The prairie in a dream.
Who has seen the steppe in a dream.
The river in a dream. The milk tea is fragrant and melodious.
The swarthy face of the young herder.
Leaning against the wooden wheels of the Lehrer car.
I miss the prairie.
I miss the grassland between heaven and earth.
I kiss the prairie.
Kiss the fountain that bathes the river.
Aha. Gerry's steppe.
Oh haha, ahaha.
The prairie in a dream.
I miss the prairie.
I miss the grassland between heaven and earth.
I kiss the prairie.
Kiss the source of the river of the mother tongue.
Aha. Gerry's steppe.
Oh haha, ahaha.
The prairie in a dream.
Over-the-top Singing: Zhang Xinzhe Song time: 5 minutes and 2 seconds Did I promise you too much Or was what I originally gave not enough You always have a million reasons I've always followed your feelings Make you crazy Let you indulge Thinking you'll be moved one day About the rumors I pretended to be indifferent Until all the dreams have been shattered I didn't see your tears and regrets I want to give you another chance How much I want to ask who you love Since love is difficult to distinguish between right and wrong Don't run away Face it bravely Give him the heart Can you get it back How can I bear to blame you for making a mistake It's me who gives you freedom and makes you more lonely You will fall into the whirlpool of feelings How can I bear to let you be tortured I gave you freedom too much If you want to fly Hurt my back Did I promise you too much Or did I give you not enough You always have a million reasons I always follow your feelings Make you crazy Let you indulge Thinking you Will be moved one day About the rumors I pretended to be indifferent Until all the dreams have been shattered I don't see your tears and regrets I want to give you another chance How much I want to ask you who you love Since love is hard to distinguish between right and wrong Don't run away Face it bravely gave him the heart Can you get it back How can I bear to blame you for making a mistake I gave you freedom too much to make you more lonely before you fall into the emotional whirlpool How can I bear to let you be tortured I gave you freedom too much If you want to fly hurt my back How can I bear to blame you for making a mistake I gave you freedom too much to make you more lonely I fell into the emotional whirlpool How can I bear to let you be tortured I gave you freedom too much If you want to fly hurt my back.
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