Help me write Chinese style lyrics, ask for Chinese style lyrics

I couldn't understand your 123456, so I had to write one myself, I hope you like it (I wrote two whole lessons!). Only give 10 points less! I also hope that people of insight can compose music for me. Thank you! If you don't write well, please bear with me.

Nagato's resentment. The Zheng Zheng pipa crossed the long palace, the long drama was full of deep thoughts, and the cumbersome recitation of the white voice I moved the lotus to the stage.

The lanterns turned, Tsing Yi Nian, Nagato's grievances, and who was shouting in the babbling huqin.

Clear fan, broken bone umbrella, Golden House Hidden Girl's oath, beauty tears, general wine, It's a little sad.

The life on the stage is ugly, the world is thin, the palace walls are thick, tears are flowing, and my white hair is full of hair.

The lanterns turned, Tsing Yi Nian, Nagato's grievances, I dipped in thick ink to write an excerpt.

Sorrowful eyebrows, yellow flowers falling, geese make people break their bowels, old teapots, old suitcases, and the sound of resentment.

Whose face is hidden in the Golden House now?

The screen is changing, the makeup table is messy, please listen to my song of long-door grievances.

Beijing cavity) The palace door is tightly keyhole and forgets to wear it, and you can't see the dragon's face all day long.

Who said that the most phoenix crown is beautiful?

Listen to me sing a paragraph! Sing a paragraph!

Can I listen to the lyrics? Or reveal part of the score? There is no other information at all about how one can compose the lyrics? q827642944。If you will.

Hehe, forget it, other people's families still have remuneration, I don't even think I can keep a name, you can find another master

1, "Bead Curtain" Huo Zun.

Engraved, between each eyebrow heart, between the painting through the thought. It is stained, the ink is dripping, thousands of family texts, all yellowed, the night is quiet, the window screen is slightly bright, and the sleeves are dancing in a dream.

2, "Pouring the World" river map.

The sound of the sword and halberd is hoarse, who will take you to see the fight outside the city. Seven layers of yarn, blood splattered with white yarn. The soldiers are approaching the city, and the six armies are not sent, who knows that goodbye is already there, and there is nothing to say about life and death.

3, "White Clothes" river map.

Who has looked for me in the deep rain at the city gate, carved the ancient landscape, the bright moon shines at night, and I have left how many songs to sing.

4, "Between Mountains and Waters" Xu Song.

Last night, the same door gathered, pushing the cup and changing the lamp. Today, the tea is cold and the wine is cold, and the rhetoric becomes a joke. Half a life is tired, in vain, who can read the perfect inscription. Secluded between the mountains and rivers, the oath and the fame are scattered.

5, "Half a Pot of Yarn" Liu Keyi.

The ink has entered the water, crossing a pool of blue and white flowers. Pick up five red glows and pick bamboo to go home. The wind comes slowly, burying a mulberry hemp. Put down the acacia in a robe. Ten miles of peach blossoms, the years to be married.

The light rain wet my window.

A faint mist shrouded my eyes.

Silently your face.

Emerge before my eyes.

The butterfly flowers have already been promised.

Thousands of reincarnations are forever together.

Tears are multiplied, and longing is so thick.

Teleport for me in Chinese style.

People near the water are not waking up like a dream.

Ask when the departed will return to comb my love.

You sang that rosemary for me.

The familiar Chinese style is tear-jerking and heartbreaking.

The branches and leaves are yellow, lonely and fragrant, self-appreciation, and smooth thoughts.

Only then did I realize that the secret words and flowers in the past were just empty illusions.

Love and hate marriage in the vast world is not as good as a hidden paradise.

The silkworm died and finally turned into a cocoon and smiled in the world.

Jay Chou - "Chrysanthemum Terrace".

Words: Fang Wenshan Music: Jay Chou.

Your tears are weak and wounded.

The miserable white moon bends and hooks the past.

The night was too long and it condensed into frost.

Who is in the attic is cold and desperate.

The rain gently flicked the vermilion windows.

I've spent my whole life on paper being blown by the wind.

Dreams turn into a wisp of incense in the distance.

Drift away in the wind your appearance.

Chrysanthemums are all over the ground.

Your smile has turned yellow.

Flowers fall and people break their bowels.

My mind is quiet.

The north wind is chaotic and the night is not young.

Your shadow clips constantly.

Leave me alone.

Pairs on the surface of the lake.

The flowers have fallen to the end and are splendid.

The fate of the withered world is unbearable.

Sorrow Mo crossed the river, and the autumn heart was split in half.

I'm afraid you won't be able to go ashore and shake for the rest of your life.

Whose country is the sound of horses' hooves is crazy.

My uniform is roaring through the vicissitudes of life.

The sky is faintly bright, and you sigh softly.

A night of melancholy is so euphemistic.

Chrysanthemums are all over the ground.

Your smile has turned yellow.

Flowers fall and people break their bowels.

My mind is quiet.

The north wind is chaotic and the night is not young.

Your shadow clips constantly.

Leave me alone.

Pairs on the surface of the lake.

Chrysanthemums are all over the ground.

Your smile has turned yellow.

Flowers fall and people break their bowels.

My mind is quiet.

The north wind is chaotic and the night is not young.

Your shadow clips constantly.

Leave me alone.

Pairs on the surface of the lake.

Hu Yanbin - "Farewell Poem", "Xiaoxiang Rain", "Burial Hero".

Hetu - "The Ballad of Lingding", "Summer Solstice of the Thirty-eighth Year", "Yangguan Tune", "Hua Xu Yin".

Mo Ming Qi Miao--"Painting Wei".

Wu Qilong - "Flowing Love" and "Lingering Fragrance".

Jin Sha - "Fairy in the Painting".

Chinese style, I don't know if you have heard the songs of Dong Zhen and Hetu, Mo Ming Qi Miao, etc., you might as well try it, you can also leave an email, I will send it to you, retweet: The Third World (Hetu, Tudou has a micro movie), Hua Xu Yin (Hetu), pour the world (Mo Ming Qimiao), Dong Zhen's songs are many good. I hope you like it.

Nanshan Memories, Luzhou Moon, If You Regret, Shu Embroidery, Tang Dynasty Night Singing, Dark Yunran, Sister Lin Falling from the Sky, Kunming Lake, West Chamber, Three Kingdoms Love, Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, A Tear, Peach Blossom Fan, When the Flowers Fall Several Times, Crossing the Bridge, Excerpts, Dream Chasing Order, Qin Huaijing, Falling Ink.

The silver family likes Xu Songdi

The series of Jay Chou's songs in blue and white porcelain are quite Chinese.

Shao Yaqian "Chinese Style".

The light rain wet my window.

A faint mist shrouded my eyes.

Silently your face.

Emerge before my eyes.

The butterfly flowers have already been promised.

Thousands of reincarnations are forever together.

Tears are multiplied, and longing is so thick.

Teleport for me in Chinese style.

The people near the water are not there.

Wake up like a dream.

Ask when the departed person will return.

Grooming my love.

You chant for me.

That rosemary.

The familiar Chinese style is tear-jerking and heartbreaking.

The branches and leaves are yellowish. Lonely and self-appreciative.

Thoughts flow smoothly.

Only then did I know that it was over. Whispering floral.

It's just an empty fantasy.

The vast world. Love-hate marriage.

It's better to hide from the paradise.

The silkworms are gone. Finalize the cocoon.

A smile in the world.

Seven Sense - Wing Chun.

Listen to pick up a fallen leaf and look up at the overlap of the old and the new.

The tender green self-tip slightly shows the face.

Ignored by the breeze, the flowers bloomed hesitantly.

Wandering alone, waiting for you, waiting for you, waiting for you.

Sprinkle dappled sunlight through the new leaves.

The mind is empty, and the thoughts are gradually tilting.

The grass warbler flies to comfort the lonely remnant snow.

Let go of the cold and be timid.

The sun is high and the wind blows, leaving a trace of warmth.

Don't let the season come to light.

The flower hesitated and sighed lightly, daring to ask how embarrassing it was.

In vain sad youth.

Spring knows that dreams are just like you and me back then.

casually said parting.

The swallow returns, and the warbler is talking chaotically, who is singing about spring.

The eyes are clear and the smile is innocent......

Pick up a fallen leaf and look up at the overlap of the old and the new.

The tender green self-tip slightly shows the face.

Ignored by the breeze, the flowers bloomed hesitantly.

Wandering alone awaits you and waits for you in everything.

Make a wish and forget the sad plot.

Close your eyes and fold your hands in silence.

The sun is shining on my eyelids, and I no longer refuse.

Warm and warm to fill the vacancy in my heart.

The clouds were faint, the sky was very blue, and his thoughts slowly walked away.

Spring flows softly, and happiness spreads through the fingertips.

Who is looking at the scenery and who is being seen.

Whoever turned around and smiled slightly was relieved.

Sprinkle dappled sunlight through the new leaves.

The mind is empty, and the thoughts are gradually tilting.

The grass warbler flies to comfort the lonely remnant snow.

Let go of the cold and be timid.

The sun is high and the wind blows, leaving a trace of warmth.

Don't let the season come to light.

The flower hesitated and sighed lightly, daring to ask how embarrassing it was.

In vain sad youth.

Spring knows that dreams are just like you and me back then.

casually said parting.

The swallow returns, and the warbler is talking chaotically, who is singing about spring.

The eyes are clear and the smile is innocent......

Han Jiangxue, Zheng Yuan, Chu Lanlan.

Blue and white porcelain, Jay's. Chinoiserie...