What ancient poems do the lyrics of Ukiyo e borrow

Ukiyo-eki.

Lyrics: Siqi.

Singing: Memories of falling cherries.

The top of the clouds is leisurely watching the sun rise and the moon set a few degrees.

Between the green cliffs, laughing and watching winter go to spring year after year.

Song hoe He, drunk Nanshan, Liang's father knows the world's first.

Mr. Mao Luhan is also leisurely.

The dust and smoke are far away, and the wind blows for thousands of miles.

The emerald color hides a lot of worldly strife and chaos.

Throwing ink and painting a long scroll for the confidant to leap into the dragon pool.

Point to the country and talk about the grandeur of the clouds.

In troubled times, there was a famine, and the green plum boiled wine and the words were short and long.

The wind is blowing, and the battlefield is bloodstained several times, and the ambition is unbridled.

Rewarding confidants, making contributions, and the journey is long and long.

Think about it, the hero is self-melancholy.

The beacon fire is easy to change, and it will take a few years.

Sheng's song is chaotic, and it takes a few moments to raise the wish from all over the world.

Blowing the horn is cold, bleak and noisy, a glass of wine, and Yan laughs and moves the bamboo strings.

General Yi Yanshan fought in the south of the city.

The clouds are scattered, the song is drunk, and the east wind is full of embers and thousands of sails in one night.

There are a lot of grievances and grievances, and there are many people looking forward to mourning Jiangnan.

The mountains are broken, the flowing water is remnant, and the bosom friend is no longer crying.

The moon is half bent, and the sound of the piano startles the geese.

Qu Liufang, tears stained with tears, and the east corner of the harvest looked at Xisang.

The ground is full of frost, green silk dyeing, and the snow is not young, and the soul returns to his hometown.

Drive Beidou and shoot the wolf, and the sky is sharp after a hundred battles.

I don't think about it, and the hero is also melancholy.

In troubled times, there was a famine, and the green plum boiled wine and the words were short and long.

The wind is blowing, and the battlefield is bloodstained several times, and the ambition is unbridled.

Rewarding confidants, making contributions, and the journey is long and long.

Think about it, the hero is self-melancholy.

Qu Liufang, tears stained with tears, and the east corner of the harvest looked at Xisang.

The ground is full of frost, green silk dyeing, and the snow is not young, and the soul returns to his hometown.

Drive Beidou and shoot the wolf, and the sky is sharp after a hundred battles.

I don't think about it, and the hero is also melancholy.

The waves are sweeping the sand, the blood is poured, where is the withering and asking the fallen flowers.

Sacrifice prosperity who sings the return of the soul and the wind is full of leaves.

Song and music, sigh Hu Ji, peach and plum do not speak for themselves.

Heroes shed tears.

Ukiyo-eki. Lyrics: Siqi.

Singing: Memories of falling cherries.

The top of the clouds is leisurely watching the sun rise and the moon set a few degrees.

Between the green cliffs, laughing and watching winter go to spring year after year.

Song hoe He, drunk Nanshan, Liang's father knows the world's first.

Mr. Mao Luhan is also leisurely.

The dust and smoke are far away, and the wind blows for thousands of miles.

The emerald color hides a lot of worldly strife and chaos.

Throwing ink and painting a long scroll for the confidant to leap into the dragon pool.

Point to the country and talk about the grandeur of the clouds.

In troubled times, there was a famine, and the green plum boiled wine and the words were short and long.

The wind is blowing, and the battlefield is bloodstained several times, and the ambition is unbridled.

Rewarding confidants, making contributions, and the journey is long and long.

Think about it, the hero is self-melancholy.

The beacon fire is easy to change, and it will take a few years.

Sheng's song is chaotic, and it takes a few moments to raise the wish from all over the world.

Blowing the horn is cold, bleak and noisy, a glass of wine, and Yan laughs and moves the bamboo strings.

General Yi Yanshan fought in the south of the city.

The clouds are scattered, the song is drunk, and the east wind is full of embers and thousands of sails in one night.

There are a lot of grievances and grievances, and there are many people looking forward to mourning Jiangnan.

The mountains are broken, the flowing water is remnant, and the bosom friend is no longer crying.

The moon is half bent, and the sound of the piano startles the geese.

Qu Liufang, tears stained with tears, and the east corner of the harvest looked at Xisang.

The ground is full of frost, green silk dyeing, and the snow is not young, and the soul returns to his hometown.

Drive Beidou and shoot the wolf, and the sky is sharp after a hundred battles.

I don't think about it, and the hero is also melancholy.

In troubled times, there was a famine, and the green plum boiled wine and the words were short and long.

The wind is blowing, and the battlefield is bloodstained several times, and the ambition is unbridled.

Rewarding confidants, making contributions, and the journey is long and long.

Think about it, the hero is self-melancholy.

Qu Liufang, tears stained with tears, and the east corner of the harvest looked at Xisang.

The ground is full of frost, green silk dyeing, and the snow is not young, and the soul returns to his hometown.

Drive Beidou and shoot the wolf, and the sky is sharp after a hundred battles.

I don't think about it, and the hero is also melancholy.

The waves are sweeping the sand, the blood is poured, where is the withering and asking the fallen flowers.

Sacrifice prosperity who sings the return of the soul and the wind is full of leaves.

Song and music, sigh Hu Ji, peach and plum do not speak for themselves.

Heroes shed tears.

Song hoe He, drunk Nanshan, Liang's father knows the world's first: [Three Kingdoms: Zhuge Liang's Biography] Xuanshu, Liang bowed and cultivated Longmu, so as to sing for Liang's father.

Mr. Thatched Luhan is also leisurely: This is the description of the three visits to the thatched house in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms and the high lying in Zhuge Lianglong.

Troubled times, war famine, green plum boiled wine, short and long words: Romance of the Three Kingdoms, green plum boiled wine on heroes.

The clouds are scattered, the song is drunk, the east wind is a night and the ashes of a thousand sails: the fire burns the red cliff.

The mountains are broken, the flowing water is remnant, and the bosom friend is no longer crying: the allusion of Yu Boya and Zhong Zi. There are many places. The most famous should be [Liezi Tang Wen].

Qu Liufang, tears stained clothes, the east corner of the harvest looks at the west mulberry: [Hou Han Shu Feng Yi Biography] the east corner of the harvest lost mulberry elm.

Drive Beidou to shoot the wolf, and after a hundred battles, he will be sharp: [Su Shi Jiang Chengzi] will hold the bow like a full moon and look northwest to shoot the wolf.

Sacrifice prosperity who sings the return of the soul in the wind: The return of the soul is from [Qu Yuan Summoning the Soul] Wu Yang Yan is the next move and said: The soul is returning! Go to Jun Zhiheng, what is the Quartet? The pleasure of the king, and the ominous away from the other. The Soul Returns!

Pu Jia should be the one of [Book of Poetry, National Style, Qin Feng] Pu Jia Cangcang.

Song and music sigh Hu Ji Tao Li is self-explanatory: Song and music should be taken from the ancients to beat the song and sing this custom.

Hu Ji's words should probably be an allusion to Cai Wenjun's eighteen shots of Hu Ji.

Tao Li Buyan is the Tao Li in [Historical Records: The Biography of General Li] Tao Li Bu Yan is self-contained.

Long sigh, the hero's tears are also sprinkled: If Zhuge Liang's words are probably [Lu You, Shu Xiang], he died before he left the school, and the hero was full of tears. This sentence.

There are probably only a few places with characteristics. The others are basically spelled together with some very commonly used event words.

Ukiyo-eki.

Lyrics: Siqi.

Singing: Memories of falling cherries.

The top of the clouds is leisurely watching the sun rise and the moon set a few degrees.

Between the green cliffs, laughing and watching winter go to spring year after year.

Song hoe He, drunk Nanshan, Liang's father knows the world's first.

Mr. Mao Luhan is also leisurely.

The dust and smoke are far away, and the wind blows for thousands of miles.

The emerald color hides a lot of worldly strife and chaos.

Throwing ink and painting a long scroll for the confidant to leap into the dragon pool.

Point to the country and talk about the grandeur of the clouds.

In troubled times, there was a famine, and the green plum boiled wine and the words were short and long.

The wind is blowing, and the battlefield is bloodstained several times, and the ambition is unbridled.

Rewarding confidants, making contributions, and the journey is long and long.

Think about it, the hero is self-melancholy.

The beacon fire is easy to change, and it will take a few years.

Sheng's song is chaotic, and it takes a few moments to raise the wish from all over the world.

Blowing the horn is cold, bleak and noisy, a glass of wine, and Yan laughs and moves the bamboo strings.

General Yi Yanshan fought in the south of the city.

The clouds are scattered, the song is drunk, and the east wind is full of embers and thousands of sails in one night.

There are a lot of grievances and grievances, and there are many people looking forward to mourning Jiangnan.

The mountains are broken, the flowing water is remnant, and the bosom friend is no longer crying.

The moon is half bent, and the sound of the piano startles the geese.

Qu Liufang, tears stained with tears, and the east corner of the harvest looked at Xisang.

The ground is full of frost, green silk dyeing, and the snow is not young, and the soul returns to his hometown.

Drive Beidou and shoot the wolf, and the sky is sharp after a hundred battles.

I don't think about it, and the hero is also melancholy.

In troubled times, there was a famine, and the green plum boiled wine and the words were short and long.

The wind is blowing, and the battlefield is bloodstained several times, and the ambition is unbridled.

Rewarding confidants, making contributions, and the journey is long and long.

Think about it, the hero is self-melancholy.

Qu Liufang, tears stained with tears, and the east corner of the harvest looked at Xisang.

The ground is full of frost, green silk dyeing, and the snow is not young, and the soul returns to his hometown.

Drive Beidou and shoot the wolf, and the sky is sharp after a hundred battles.

I don't think about it, and the hero is also melancholy.

The waves are sweeping the sand, the blood is poured, where is the withering and asking the fallen flowers.

Sacrifice prosperity who sings the return of the soul and the wind is full of leaves.

Song and music, sigh Hu Ji, peach and plum do not speak for themselves.

Heroes shed tears.

The lyrics of the song.

There are one or two allusions in each sentence, such as Mr. Thatched Luhan is also leisurely, there are three visits to the thatched house, I am also talking nonsense... I don't know about this, but what I do know for sure is that there must be a lot of allusions in the lyrics.

Write about Zhuge Liang's great achievements in his life.

Ukiyo-eki. The top of the clouds is leisurely watching the sun rise and the moon set a few degrees.

Between the green cliffs, laughing and watching winter go to spring year after year.

Song hoe He, drunk Nanshan, Liang's father knows the world's first.

Mr. Mao Luhan is also leisurely.

The dust and smoke are far away, and the wind blows for thousands of miles.

The emerald color hides a lot of worldly strife and chaos.

Throwing ink and painting a long scroll for the confidant to leap into the dragon pool.

Point to the country and talk about the grandeur of the clouds.

In troubled times, there was a famine, and the green plum boiled wine and the words were short and long.

The wind is blowing, and the battlefield is bloodstained several times, and the ambition is unbridled.

Rewarding confidants, making contributions, and the journey is long and long.

Think about it, the hero is self-melancholy.

The beacon fire is easy to change, and it will take a few years.

Sheng's song is chaotic, and it takes a few moments to raise the wish from all over the world.

Blowing the horn is cold, bleak and noisy, a glass of wine, and Yan laughs and moves the bamboo strings.

General Yi Yanshan fought in the south of the city.

The clouds are scattered, the song is drunk, and the east wind is full of embers and thousands of sails in one night.

There are a lot of grievances and grievances, and there are many people looking forward to mourning Jiangnan.

The mountains are broken, the flowing water is remnant, and the bosom friend is no longer crying.

The moon is half bent, and the sound of the piano startles the geese.

Qu Liufang, tears stained with tears, and the east corner of the harvest looked at Xisang.

The ground is full of frost, green silk dyeing, and the snow is not young, and the soul returns to his hometown.

Drive Beidou and shoot the wolf, and the sky is sharp after a hundred battles.

I don't think about it, and the hero is also melancholy.

In troubled times, there was a famine, and the green plum boiled wine and the words were short and long.

The wind is blowing, and the battlefield is bloodstained several times, and the ambition is unbridled.

Rewarding confidants, making contributions, and the journey is long and long.

Think about it, the hero is self-melancholy.

Qu Liufang, tears stained with tears, and the east corner of the harvest looked at Xisang.

The ground is full of frost, green silk dyeing, and the snow is not young, and the soul returns to his hometown.

Drive Beidou and shoot the wolf, and the sky is sharp after a hundred battles.

I don't think about it, and the hero is also melancholy.

The waves are sweeping the sand, the blood is poured, where is the withering and asking the fallen flowers.

Sacrifice prosperity who sings the return of the soul and the wind is full of leaves.

Song and music, sigh Hu Ji, peach and plum do not speak for themselves.

Heroes shed tears.

The top of the clouds, watching the sun rise and the moon set a few degrees, between the green cliffs, laughing and watching the winter go to spring, year after year, singing hoe He, drunk Nanshan, Liang's father chanted, knowing the world's first, thatched cold, Mr. Gao Lie is also leisurely, the dust and smoke are far away, the wind blows for thousands of miles, the emerald color covers a few worldly disputes, throws ink and paints a long scroll, the scholar jumps over the dragon pool for his confidant, points the rivers and mountains, and talks about the Zhengrong, one hand covers the clouds, the troubled times are overturned, the army is short, the green plum cooks wine, the words are short and long, the wind is blowing, the battlefield is bloodstained, the ambition is wanton, the wind is blowing, the confidant is meritorious, the time is dangerous, the journey is boundless, the hero is self-melancholy, the beacon is even the fire, the country is easy to change, and the song is chaotic How many seas must be lifted in a moment to raise the wish Blowing the horn and cold Xiao Se hustle and bustle A glass of wine Yan laughing and moving the bamboo strings Yi Langshan The general is fighting in the south of the city The clouds are scattered and the song is drunk and happy The east wind is a night and a thousand sails are away from people's grievances and many thoughts and sorrows in the south of the river The mountains are broken The flowing water is remnant The bosom friend is no longer crying and the traces are dry The moon is half bent The sound of the piano is shocked and the river geese Qu Liufang is stained with tears Harvest the east corner of the West Sang Frost The green silk dyes the snow and the soul returns to his hometown Drive the Beidou Shoot the wolf Hao After a hundred battles and pour the edge without thinking about it The hero is also melancholy The troubled times are in turmoil The army is famine The green plum boils wine and the words are short and long The wind is blowing Several times on the battlefield is blood-stained and ambitious and frenzied Reward confidants and make contributions The time is dangerous and the journey is boundless, and the hero is self-melancholy, Qu Liufang, tears, and the east corner of the harvest looks at the Xisang, the frost is all over the ground, the green silk dyes the snow, and the soul returns to his hometown, drives the Beidou, shoots the wolf, and the vast battle pours the edge, and does not think about it, the hero is also melancholy, the waves and the sand, the blood is poured, where is the withering, and the fallen flowers are sacrificed, who sings the soul and returns, and the wind is full of flowers, and the song is musical, sighing, the peach and plum are not spoken, and the heroes are also shedding tears.

It is an ancient style song, written by Siqi. It depicts Zhuge Liang, a famous figure in the Three Kingdoms period. Kong Ming picked chrysanthemums before leaving the mountain, the east fence of idle clouds and wild cranes, and the bow after leaving the mountain and died, all of which were vividly expressed in this.

It is really a high-quality work that laments the nostalgia of the old days. The cover versions of online singers Yi Luo Ying and Yu Xiaoqiao are more popular.