Lyrics of Under the Yan Mountain , lyrics of the song of the Swallow Building

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The pipa in the arms and the noise of the silk bamboo.

The copper wall and iron horse on the side of the building outside the west building of the city.

The human face and the peach blossoms reflect each other like colorful glow.

The confidant put the white porcelain jade bowl in the wine.

The ancient mud is a great territory.

Who has ever paid attention to the Taihang family at the foot of the mountain.

Millennial struggles Vicissitudes of change.

The Central Plains shuttles back and forth to the foot of Yan Mountain.

And how can I not know it, and I can't not know it.

On the shoulders of our ancestors, we are free to reach the end of the world.

The three are seated side by side, and the Jizhou literati are drunk and elegant.

On the north bank of the river, you can smell the plum blossoms that are not afraid of ice and snow.

Under Yan Mountain, who is Hu Fu riding and shooting, and is angry.

The banks of the Yishui River have long been prosperous.

Under the Yan Mountain, the culture of generosity and sorrow singing the dragon.

I don't care if the hero makes a shot at the crown.

Listen to the myth of Xuanniao from my grandfather.

and a country that has undergone several changes.

Let the ancient Yellow River flow without falling a city.

Time seems to have evaporated by these years.

It was the city wall battle flag that replaced the bamboo and wood fence.

It was the singing and dancing that became the golden iron horse.

The pavilions and towers are full of smoke, and the princes are divided into seven parts of the world.

Let's see who will come to dominate in troubled times.

And how can I not know it, and I can't not know it.

On the shoulders of our ancestors, we are free to reach the end of the world.

The three are seated side by side, and the Jizhou literati are drunk and elegant.

On the north bank of the river, you can smell the plum blossoms that are not afraid of ice and snow.

Under Yan Mountain, who is Hu Fu riding and shooting, and is angry.

The banks of the Yishui River have long been prosperous.

Under the Yan Mountain, the culture of generosity and sorrow singing the dragon.

I don't care if the hero makes a shot at the crown.

Five thousand years later, it set off from Yanmen Pass.

Follow the Great Wall in search of beautiful myths.

The stone carving clay figurines can see that the Central Plains is full of wind and sand.

Shadow puppet paper-cutting reproduces the magnificent pictures of those years.

Zhongshan Ancient Road and Yan Zhao are my home.

Flying eaves and walking on the wall found that Xiangdu began with a single step.

**The breeze on the stage is accompanied by snow and horses.

Only then did I see that this story was wonderful.

Under Yan Mountain, who is Hu Fu riding and shooting, and is angry.

The banks of the Yishui River have long been prosperous.

Under the Yan Mountain, the culture of generosity and sorrow singing the dragon.

I don't care if the hero makes a shot at the crown.

Under Yan Mountain, who is Hu Fu riding and shooting, and is angry.

The banks of the Yishui River have long been prosperous.

Under the Yan Mountain, the culture of generosity and sorrow singing the dragon.

I don't care if the hero makes a shot at the crown.

The pipa in the arms and the noise of the silk bamboo.

The copper wall and iron horse on the side of the building outside the west building of the city.

Millennial struggles Vicissitudes of change.

The Central Plains shuttles back and forth to the foot of Yan Mountain.

You're sick! It's always been you!

The pipa in the arms and the noise of the silk bamboo.

The copper wall and iron horse on the side of the building outside the west building of the city.

The human face and the peach blossoms reflect each other like colorful glow.

The confidant put the white porcelain jade bowl in the wine.

The ancient mud is a great territory.

Who has ever paid attention to the Taihang family at the foot of the mountain.

Millennial struggles Vicissitudes of change.

The Central Plains shuttles back and forth to the foot of Yan Mountain.

And how could I not know about it.

I can't be ignorant of it.

On the shoulders of our ancestors, we are free to reach the end of the world.

The three are seated side by side, and the Jizhou literati are drunk and elegant.

On the north bank of the river, you can smell the plum blossoms that are not afraid of ice and snow.

Under Yan Mountain, who is Hu Fu riding and shooting, and is angry.

The banks of the Yishui River have long been prosperous.

Under the Yan Mountain, the culture of generosity and sorrow singing the dragon.

I don't care if the hero makes a shot at the crown.

Listen to the myth of Xuanniao from my grandfather.

and a country that has undergone several changes.

Let the ancient Yellow River flow without falling a city.

Time seems to have evaporated by these years.

It was the city wall battle flag that replaced the bamboo and wood fence.

It was the singing and dancing that became the golden iron horse.

The pavilions and towers are full of smoke, and the princes are divided into seven parts of the world.

Let's see who will come to dominate in troubled times.

And how can I not know it, and I can't not know it.

On the shoulders of our ancestors, we are free to reach the end of the world.

The three are seated side by side, and the Jizhou literati are drunk and elegant.

On the north bank of the river, you can smell the plum blossoms that are not afraid of ice and snow.

Under Yan Mountain, who is Hu Fu riding and shooting, and is angry.

The banks of the Yishui River have long been prosperous.

Under the Yan Mountain, the culture of generosity and sorrow singing the dragon.

I don't care if the hero makes a shot at the crown.

Five thousand years later, it set off from Yanmen Pass.

Follow the Great Wall in search of beautiful myths.

The stone carving clay figurines can see that the Central Plains is full of wind and sand.

Shadow puppet paper-cutting reproduces the magnificent pictures of those years.

Zhongshan Ancient Road and Yan Zhao are my home.

Flying eaves and walking on the wall found that Xiangdu began with a single step.

**The breeze on the stage is accompanied by snow and horses.

Only then did I see that this story was wonderful.

Under Yan Mountain, who is Hu Fu riding and shooting, and is angry.

The banks of the Yishui River have long been prosperous.

The pipa in the arms and the noise of the silk bamboo.

The copper wall and iron horse on the side of the building outside the west building of the city.

Millennial struggles Vicissitudes of change.

The Central Plains shuttles back and forth to the foot of Yan Mountain.

~end~~~

The pipa in the arms and the noise of the silk bamboo.

The copper wall and iron horse on the side of the building outside the west building of the city.

The human face and the peach blossoms reflect each other like colorful glow.

The confidant put the white porcelain jade bowl in the wine.

The ancient mud is a great territory.

Who has ever paid attention to the Taihang family at the foot of the mountain.

Millennial struggles Vicissitudes of change.

The Central Plains shuttles back and forth to the foot of Yan Mountain.

And how can I not know it, and I can't not know it.

On the shoulders of our ancestors, we are free to reach the end of the world.

The three are seated side by side, and the Jizhou literati are drunk and elegant.

On the north bank of the river, you can smell the plum blossoms that are not afraid of ice and snow.

Under Yan Mountain, who is Hu Fu riding and shooting, and is angry.

The banks of the Yishui River have long been prosperous.

Under the Yan Mountain, the culture of generosity and sorrow singing the dragon.

I don't care if the hero makes a shot at the crown.

Listen to the myth of Xuanniao from my grandfather.

and a country that has undergone several changes.

Let the ancient Yellow River flow without falling a city.

Time seems to have evaporated by these years.

It was the city wall battle flag that replaced the bamboo and wood fence.

It was the singing and dancing that became the golden iron horse.

The pavilions and towers are full of smoke, and the princes are divided into seven parts of the world.

Let's see who will come to dominate in troubled times.

And how can I not know it, and I can't not know it.

On the shoulders of our ancestors, we are free to reach the end of the world.

The three are seated side by side, and the Jizhou literati are drunk and elegant.

On the north bank of the river, you can smell the plum blossoms that are not afraid of ice and snow.

Under Yan Mountain, who is Hu Fu riding and shooting, and is angry.

The banks of the Yishui River have long been prosperous.

Under the Yan Mountain, the culture of generosity and sorrow singing the dragon.

I don't care if the hero makes a shot at the crown.

Five thousand years later, it set off from Yanmen Pass.

Follow the Great Wall in search of beautiful myths.

The stone carving clay figurines can see that the Central Plains is full of wind and sand.

Shadow puppet paper-cutting reproduces the magnificent pictures of those years.

Zhongshan Ancient Road and Yan Zhao are my home.

Flying eaves and walking on the wall found that Xiangdu began with a single step.

**The breeze on the stage is accompanied by snow and horses.

Only then did I see that this story was wonderful.

Under Yan Mountain, who is Hu Fu riding and shooting, and is angry.

The banks of the Yishui River have long been prosperous.

Under the Yan Mountain, the culture of generosity and sorrow singing the dragon.

I don't care if the hero makes a shot at the crown.

Under Yan Mountain, who is Hu Fu riding and shooting, and is angry.

The banks of the Yishui River have long been prosperous.

Under the Yan Mountain, the culture of generosity and sorrow singing the dragon.

I don't care if the hero makes a shot at the crown.

The pipa in the arms and the noise of the silk bamboo.

The copper wall and iron horse on the side of the building outside the west building of the city.

Millennial struggles Vicissitudes of change.

The Central Plains shuttles back and forth to the foot of Yan Mountain.

Singing: Xu Yuteng.

The swallows in the building are not in pairs.

The lonely lamp is accompanied by frost.

Outside the building, my autumn will grow for you.

A foreign land where thousands of miles of people do not return.

Stay on the strings of the long-awaited return.

Playing half a life and thinking about the past and the present is like a dream.

I indulge in your pavilion verandah.

Morning clouds and twilight rain yesterday yellow.

In the end, it can't be painted.

I must remember the lake in front of the door.

You look quietly looking at the railing.

The swallows in the building are not in pairs.

The lonely lamp is accompanied by frost.

Outside the building, my autumn will grow for you.

The wind is light and the lotus dances the thousand-year-old dream.

Still waiting for your neon dress.

The swallows in the building are not double-flying single cymbal beams.

Outside the building, there is no sleep, and the moonlight shines on the dawn window.

Follow the text and ink for your poems.

Every word contains incense.

Morning clouds and twilight rain yesterday yellow.

In the end, it can't be painted.

I must remember the lake in front of the door.

You look quietly looking at the railing.

The swallows in the building are not in pairs.

The lonely lamp is accompanied by frost.

Outside the building, my autumn will grow for you.

The wind is light and the lotus dances the thousand-year-old dream.

Still waiting for your neon dress.

The swallows in the building are not double-flying single cymbal beams.

Outside the building, there is no sleep, and the moonlight shines on the dawn window.

Follow the text and ink for your poems.

Every word contains incense.

The swallows in the building are not in pairs.

The lonely lamp is accompanied by frost.

Outside the building, my autumn will grow for you.

The wind is light and the lotus dances the thousand-year-old dream.

Still waiting for your neon dress.

The swallows in the building are not double-flying single cymbal beams.

Outside the building, there is no sleep, and the moonlight shines on the dawn window.

Follow the text and ink for your poems.

Every word contains incense.

In this deep courtyard.

Swallows flying.

Since then, there has been a lot of turmoil.

There are thrills and dangers.

No matter how much suffering and hardship.

The swallow smiled brightly.

O Swallow, we sing for you.

We call deeply.

If you want to fly, you flutter your wings.

Don't fly far.

O swallow, stay with us.

Stay with us.

Stay with us.

Forever and forever.

In this deep courtyard.

Swallows flying.

Since then, the turmoil has not continued.

There are thrills and dangers.

No matter how much suffering and hardship.

The swallow smiled brightly.

O Swallow, we sing for you.

We call deeply.

If you want to fly, you flutter your wings.

Don't fly far.

O swallow, stay with us.

Stay with us.

Stay with us.

Forever and forever.

Song Title: Swallows Fly Away.

Singer: Chen Rui.

**: Double-petaled flower.

The swallow flies away. Lyrics: Anwar.

Composer: Liu Yimin.

Arranger: Lee Soon Yi.

You fly like a swallow.

Brought the news of spring.

I was intoxicated by your coming.

It's your pleasure that accompanies me.

Now you fly mercilessly.

Got into someone else's arms.

I'm still facing your makeup.

But it was a lonely wine glass that met me.

Happy yesterday how much venom you hid.

Let me savor the lonely today.

Ask outside the window about the flying flotsam.

The swallow flew away and He Chun was silent.

How much sorrow do you plant in a happy time?

Boredom days call me to face.

Take a look at the dream of the cold lamp in front of ytterbium.

The swallow flies away. It rained again at dusk.

It rained again at dusk.

Song title: Under the Swallow Mountain.

Singer: Warm Orchestra.

**: Once Upon a Time Song Series 43

Under the Swallow Mountain - Warm Orchestra.

Lyrics: Zhang Shan Arranger: Zhang Shan.

The pipa in the arms and the noise of the silk bamboo.

The copper wall and iron horse on the side of the building outside the west building of the city.

The human face and the peach blossoms reflect each other like colorful glow.

The confidant put the white porcelain jade bowl in the wine.

The ancient mud is a great territory.

Who has ever paid attention to the Taihang family at the foot of the mountain.

Millennial struggles Vicissitudes of change.

The Central Plains shuttles back and forth to the foot of Yan Mountain.

And how can I not know it, and I can't not know it.

On the shoulders of our ancestors, we are free to reach the end of the world.

The three are seated side by side, and the Jizhou literati are drunk and elegant.

On the north bank of the river, you can smell the plum blossoms that are not afraid of ice and snow.

Under Yan Mountain, who is Hu Fu riding and shooting, and is angry.

The banks of the Yishui River have long been prosperous.

Under the Yan Mountain, the culture of generosity and sorrow singing the dragon.

I don't care if the hero makes a shot at the crown.

Listen to the myth of Xuanniao from my grandfather.

and a country that has undergone several changes.

Let the ancient Yellow River flow without falling a city.

Time seems to have evaporated by these years.

It was the city wall battle flag that replaced the bamboo and wood fence.

It was the singing and dancing that became the golden iron horse.

The pavilions and towers are full of smoke, and the princes are divided into seven parts of the world.

Let's see who will come to dominate in troubled times.

And how can I not know it, and I can't not know it.

On the shoulders of our ancestors, we are free to reach the end of the world.

The three are seated side by side, and the Jizhou literati are drunk and elegant.

On the north bank of the river, you can smell the plum blossoms that are not afraid of ice and snow.

Under Yan Mountain, who is Hu Fu riding and shooting, and is angry.

The banks of the Yishui River have long been prosperous.

Under the Yan Mountain, the culture of generosity and sorrow singing the dragon.

I don't care if the hero makes a shot at the crown.

Five thousand years later, it set off from Yanmen Pass.

Follow the Great Wall in search of beautiful myths.

The stone carving clay figurines can see that the Central Plains is full of wind and sand.

Shadow puppet paper-cutting reproduces the magnificent pictures of those years.

Zhongshan Ancient Road and Yan Zhao are my home.

Flying eaves and walking on the wall found that Xiangdu began with a single step.

**The breeze on the stage is accompanied by snow and horses.

Only then did I see that this story was wonderful.

Under Yan Mountain, who is Hu Fu riding and shooting, and is angry.

The banks of the Yishui River have long been prosperous.

Under the Yan Mountain, the culture of generosity and sorrow singing the dragon.

I don't care if the hero makes a shot at the crown.

Under Yan Mountain, who is Hu Fu riding and shooting, and is angry.

The banks of the Yishui River have long been prosperous.

Under the Yan Mountain, the culture of generosity and sorrow singing the dragon.

I don't care if the hero makes a shot at the crown.

The pipa in the arms and the noise of the silk bamboo.

The copper wall and iron horse on the side of the building outside the west building of the city.

Millennial struggles Vicissitudes of change.

The Central Plains shuttles back and forth to the foot of Yan Mountain.

Under the Yan Mountain

The pipa in the arms and the noise of the silk bamboo.

The copper wall and iron horse on the side of the building outside the west building of the city.

The human face and the peach blossoms reflect each other like colorful glow.

The confidant put the white porcelain jade bowl in the wine.

The ancient mud is a great territory.

Who has ever paid attention to the Taihang family at the foot of the mountain.

Millennial struggles Vicissitudes of change.

The Central Plains shuttles back and forth to the foot of Yan Mountain.

And how could I not know about it.

I can't be ignorant of it.

On the shoulders of our ancestors, we are free to reach the end of the world.

The three are seated side by side, and the Jizhou literati are drunk and elegant.

On the north bank of the river, you can smell the plum blossoms that are not afraid of ice and snow.

Under Yan Mountain, who is Hu Fu riding and shooting, and is angry.

The banks of the Yishui River have long been prosperous.

Under the Yan Mountain, the culture of generosity and sorrow singing the dragon.

I don't care if the hero makes a shot at the crown.

Listen to the myth of Xuanniao from my grandfather.

and a country that has undergone several changes.

Let the ancient Yellow River flow without falling a city.

Time seems to have evaporated by these years.

It was the city wall battle flag that replaced the bamboo and wood fence.

It was the singing and dancing that became the golden iron horse.

The pavilions and towers are full of smoke, and the princes are divided into seven parts of the world.

Let's see who will come to dominate in troubled times.

And how can I not know it, and I can't not know it.

On the shoulders of our ancestors, we are free to reach the end of the world.

The three are seated side by side, and the Jizhou literati are drunk and elegant.

On the north bank of the river, you can smell the plum blossoms that are not afraid of ice and snow.

Under Yan Mountain, who is Hu Fu riding and shooting, and is angry.

The banks of the Yishui River have long been prosperous.

Under the Yan Mountain, the culture of generosity and sorrow singing the dragon.

I don't care if the hero makes a shot at the crown.

Five thousand years later, it set off from Yanmen Pass.

Follow the Great Wall in search of beautiful myths.

The stone carving clay figurines can see that the Central Plains is full of wind and sand.

Shadow puppet paper-cutting reproduces the magnificent pictures of those years.

Zhongshan Ancient Road and Yan Zhao are my home.

Flying eaves and walking on the wall found that Xiangdu began with a single step.

**The breeze on the stage is accompanied by snow and horses.

Only then did I see that this story was wonderful.

Under Yan Mountain, who is Hu Fu riding and shooting, and is angry.

The banks of the Yishui River have long been prosperous.

The pipa in the arms and the noise of the silk bamboo.

The copper wall and iron horse on the side of the building outside the west building of the city.

Millennial struggles Vicissitudes of change.

The Central Plains shuttles back and forth to the foot of Yan Mountain.

~~end~~~