What are the lyrics of Xu Song s song Nanshan Yi

Song: Memories of Nanshan.

Singer: Vae

Lyrics: Xu Song (vae).

Composer: Li Yijie.

Arranger: Xu Song.

Take a flat boat into the scenery and look at the fishing fire on the riverside.

Turn to the depths of the bamboo forest, the remnants of the monument small building, the monks began to recite.

In the red pavilion on the reed bank, the green lily is shaken, and the South Mountain is invited to drink.

Paper money is sent in the evening breeze, and who adds new pain.

Alone under the moon, the fireflies illuminate a piece of loneliness.

Remember what you said you loved me.

After the flowers bloom, the flowers fall again, and the cycle does not bear fruit.

Moss on the snow tells me you never came back.

Thinking of many years ago, the sky was full of fireworks, and you quietly hugged me.

The sound of silk and bamboo is long, teaching people to forget their worries, if Nanke is a dream.

The stars are blue and transparent, and there is no hero when the heart ape is deeply locked.

But after you died, I never smiled again.

Alone under the moon, the fireflies illuminate a piece of loneliness.

Remember what you said you loved me.

After the flowers bloom, the flowers fall again, and the cycle does not bear fruit.

Moss on the snow tells me you never came back.

Alone under the moon, the fireflies illuminate a piece of loneliness.

Remember what you said you loved me.

After the flowers bloom, the flowers fall again, and the cycle does not bear fruit.

Moss on the snow tells me you never came back.

After the flowers bloom, the flowers fall again, and the cycle does not bear fruit.

Moss on the snow tells me you never came back.

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Nanshan recalls. Lyrics: Xu Song (vae).

Composer: Li Yijie.

Arranger: Xu Song.

Take a flat boat into the scenery and look at the fishing fire on the riverside.

Turn to the depths of the bamboo forest, the remnants of the monument small building, the monks began to recite.

In the red pavilion on the reed bank, the green lily is shaken, and the South Mountain is invited to drink.

Paper money is sent in the evening breeze, and who adds new pain.

Alone under the moon, the fireflies illuminate a piece of loneliness.

Remember what you said you loved me.

After the flowers bloom, the flowers fall again, and the cycle does not bear fruit.

Moss on the snow tells me you never came back.

Thinking of many years ago, the sky was full of fireworks, and you quietly hugged me.

The sound of silk and bamboo is long, teaching people to forget their worries, if Nanke is a dream.

The stars are blue and transparent, and there is no hero when the heart ape is deeply locked.

But after you died, I never smiled again.

Alone under the moon, the fireflies illuminate a piece of loneliness.

Remember what you said you loved me.

After the flowers bloom, the flowers fall again, and the cycle does not bear fruit.

Moss on the snow tells me you never came back.

Alone under the moon, the fireflies illuminate a piece of loneliness.

Remember what you said you loved me.

After the flowers bloom, the flowers fall again, and the cycle does not bear fruit.

Moss on the snow tells me you never came back.

After the flowers bloom, the flowers fall again, and the cycle does not bear fruit.

Moss on the snow tells me you never came back.

Take a flat boat into the scenery and look at the fishing fire on the riverside.

Turn to the depths of the bamboo forest, the remnants of the monument small building, the monks began to recite.

In the red pavilion on the reed bank, the green lily is shaken, and the South Mountain is invited to drink.

Paper money is sent in the evening breeze, and who adds new pain.

Alone under the moon, the fireflies illuminate a piece of loneliness.

Remember what you said you loved me.

After the flowers bloom, the flowers fall again, and the cycle does not bear fruit.

Moss on the snow tells me you never came back.

Thinking of many years ago, the sky was full of fireworks, and you quietly hugged me.

The sound of silk and bamboo is long, teaching people to forget their worries, if Nanke is a dream.

The stars are blue and transparent, and there is no hero when the heart ape is deeply locked.

But after you died, I never smiled again.

Alone under the moon, the fireflies illuminate a piece of loneliness.

Remember what you said you loved me.

After the flowers bloom, the flowers fall again, and the cycle does not bear fruit.

Moss on the snow tells me you never came back.

Alone under the moon, the fireflies illuminate a piece of loneliness.

Remember what you said you loved me.

After the flowers bloom, the flowers fall again, and the cycle does not bear fruit.

Moss on the snow tells me you never came back.

After the flowers bloom, the flowers fall again, and the cycle does not bear fruit.

Moss on the snow tells me you never came back.

The story told by Xu Song's Nanshan Memories:

In the evening, he took a flat boat and went up the river, all the way to watch the fishing fires dotted on the riverside. Landing on the shore, the figure flickered, and escaped into a dense bamboo forest, among the dense and interlaced leaves, you can vaguely glimpse the thatched house where he lives. Outside the house, standing in front of a tombstone that has been eroded by the wind for many years.

For a long time, a deep sigh came from him over the bamboo forest?

At this time, the monks in the temple chanted day after day in the distance, listening to the sound into the heart, which was the cycle of reincarnation day after day. Whenever the new rain in the empty mountain passes, I often walk to the Weixun Pavilion on the shore of the reeds, shake off the raindrops on my clothes, and go to this amorous and rainy date. The atmosphere is quiet, look around, all the green Nanshan, then raise a glass to invite this landscape to drink, but also have a bit of fun.

The twilight is deepening, and the sky over the town downstream in the distance is filled with paper money, floating in the wind. He secretly knew that someone else would be sleepless tonight. I remembered many years ago, before I lived in seclusion in Nanshan.

I also hugged her in my arms and watched fireworks together. Let's listen to the music together. And all this is like a dream of Nanke, distant as if it never existed.

In today's sky, there are still some stars, shining with blue light, so dazzling, so different. It's just a pity that the situation is chaotic, there are no heroes in the world, and the vertical son is famous. And after all these years, he has seen through all this, and the restless naughty ape in his heart when he was in his career has long been deeply fetted.

Is that also a leisurely and light place?

He really had so many reasons not to be happy.

It was night, and I hugged the beautiful fireflies in the moonlight alone, hoping that their light could bring a little warmth to my cold heart. only to find that what is illuminated is only the broken half of his life, like a blank piece of paper full of loneliness. It was late at night, and the world was quietly asleep, leaving me alone, and this vast night, relatively sleepless.

In the depths of my memory, the bits and pieces of the time when we were together surfaced, and before I could see her face clearly, my eyes became blurry? Spring goes to winter, flowers bloom and fall, and years pass away. I know in my heart that no amount of reincarnation can explain the love, hatred, and hatred in this life.

However, every time I return home in the evening, I can't help but have a glimmer of hope in my heart. However, the neat flakes of snow on the steps tell me that you never came back.

Luzhou month. When I was a child, I chiseled the wall and stole the light of someone's house.

The past is not combed, and it is a bitter ten-year cold window.

Now reading under the lamp, the red sleeves add fragrance.

Half a lifetime of fame is just a vain.

In March, the smoke and haze all the way to the warbler and the grass grow.

I saw my hometown in the catkins.

I don't know if you are still in Luyang.

A wisp of green silk is treasured for a lifetime.

Lovers on the bridge go in and out of pairs.

The red medicine by the bridge sighed that the night was too long.

The moon also shakes, and people hesitate.

There was a song of death in the Upen.

Luzhou moonlight sprinkled on the heart.

Under the moon, you are no longer what you used to be.

Too many injuries are hard to complain about.

Sigh at that time, it was just ordinary.

Luzhou moonlight pear blossom rain cool.

Who's beside you now?

The hometown moonlight is deeply seared on my heart.

But he couldn't shed the tears of that year.

Nanshan recalls. Take a flat boat into the scenery and look at the fishing fire on the riverside.

Turn to the depths of the bamboo forest, the remnants of the monument small building, the monks began to recite.

In the red pavilion on the reed bank, the green lily is shaken, and the South Mountain is invited to drink.

Paper money is sent in the evening breeze, and who adds new pain.

Alone under the moon, the fireflies illuminate a piece of loneliness.

Remember what you said you loved me.

After the flowers bloom, the flowers fall again, and the cycle does not bear fruit.

Moss on the snow tells me you never came back.

Thinking of many years ago, the sky was full of fireworks, and you quietly hugged me.

The sound of silk and bamboo is long, teaching people to forget their worries, if Nanke is a dream.

The stars are blue and transparent, and there is no hero when the heart ape is deeply locked.

But after you died, I never smiled again.

Alone under the moon, the fireflies illuminate a piece of loneliness.

Remember what you said you loved me.

After the flowers bloom, the flowers fall again, and the cycle does not bear fruit.

Moss on the snow tells me you never came back.

Alone under the moon, the fireflies illuminate a piece of loneliness.

Remember what you said you loved me.

After the flowers bloom, the flowers fall again, and the cycle does not bear fruit.

Moss on the snow tells me you never came back.

After the flowers bloom, the flowers fall again, and the cycle does not bear fruit.

Moss on the snow tells me you never came back.

There is no special meaning, right? The official answer MS is to tell the story of a hermit, which is the "hermit heart".

Is this it?! The original lyrics read: "I have endured the baptism of loneliness and cold in Antarctica. ”

The Universe is Great Lyrics: Xu Song.

Composer: Xu Song.

Singing: Xu Song.

Your temper is as tame as the scenery by the lake.

Maybe it's hard to notice a snow in Antarctica.

My temper is as secret as a shower in the night.

Sometimes it's urgent, sometimes it's peaceful, sometimes it's annoying.

I owe you more than a word of sorry.

You owe me more than just a long journey.

I took a snapshot of penguins and glaciers in Antarctica.

Your temper is as tame as the scenery by the lake.

Maybe it's hard to notice a snow in Antarctica.

My temper is as secret as a shower in the night.

Sometimes it's urgent, sometimes it's peaceful, sometimes it's annoying.

I owe you more than a word of sorry.

You owe me more than just a long journey.

I took a snapshot of penguins and glaciers in Antarctica.

The universe is so big, every life is lonely.

I traveled to the ends of the earth to watch the tide rise and set.

I have also seen a face happy or depressed.

If only I could take you into my arms again.

Will I be able to pretend that I don't have nothing.

I owe you more than a word of sorry.

You owe me more than just a trip of life.

I have endured loneliness and bitter cold in Antarctica.

But I can't stand the warmth, if you cut off the news.

Nanshan Yi lyrics: Xu Song (vae).

Composer: Li Yijie.

Arranger: Xu Song.

Take a flat boat into the scenery and look at the fishing fire on the riverside.

Turn to the depths of the bamboo forest, the remnants of the monument small building, the monks began to recite.

In the red pavilion on the reed bank, the green lily is shaken, and the South Mountain is invited to drink.

Paper money is sent in the evening breeze, and who adds new pain.

Alone under the moon, the fireflies illuminate a piece of loneliness.

Remember what you said you loved me.

After the flowers bloom, the flowers fall again, and the cycle does not bear fruit.

Moss on the snow tells me you never came back.

Thinking of many years ago, the sky was full of fireworks, and you quietly hugged me.

The sound of silk and bamboo is long, teaching people to forget their worries, if Nanke is a dream.

The stars are blue and transparent, and there is no hero when the heart ape is deeply locked.

But after you died, I never smiled again.

Alone under the moon, the fireflies illuminate a piece of loneliness.

Remember what you said you loved me.

After the flowers bloom, the flowers fall again, and the cycle does not bear fruit.

Moss on the snow tells me you never came back.

Alone under the moon, the fireflies illuminate a piece of loneliness.

Remember what you said you loved me.

After the flowers bloom, the flowers fall again, and the cycle does not bear fruit.

Moss on the snow tells me you never came back.

After the flowers bloom, the flowers fall again, and the cycle does not bear fruit.

Moss on the snow tells me you never came back.

Nanshan recalls. Lyrics: Xu Song (vae).

Composer: Li Yijie.

Arranger: Xu Song.

Take a flat boat into the scenery and look at the fishing fire on the riverside.

Turn to the depths of the bamboo forest, the remnants of the monument small building, the monks began to recite.

In the red pavilion on the reed bank, the green lily is shaken, and the South Mountain is invited to drink.

Paper money, the evening breeze to send whomever adds new pain, and the moonlight fireflies illuminate a piece of loneliness.

Remember what you said you loved me.

After the flowers bloom, the flowers fall again, and the cycle does not bear fruit.

Moss on the snow tells me you never came back.

Thinking of many years ago, the sky was full of fireworks, and you quietly hugged me.

The sound of silk and bamboo is long, teaching people to forget their worries, if Nanke is a dream.

The stars are blue and transparent, and there is no hero when the heart ape is deeply locked.

But after you died, I never smiled again.

Alone under the moon, the fireflies illuminate a piece of loneliness.

Remember what you said you loved me.

After the flowers bloom, the flowers fall again, and the cycle does not bear fruit.

Moss on the snow tell me you didn't.