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Moonsong. Deng Chuan & Zhou Zhi.

In the dream, Guanghan appeared in the reflection of the world's catastrophe.

Love the East China Sea does not stop, the breeze is accompanied by the bright moon.

The moon flower platform Tiangong Que The sound of the piano is absolutely in the ears.

Weaving brocade clothes under the tree to transform the two worlds.

In this life, we will meet the world and travel together.

The appearance is guarded, the heart is soft, and Nirvana has passed for thousands of years.

Forget the reincarnation of a thousand lifetimes and take your hand.

After stepping into the mountains and flowing water, I stared back.

Spring and winter come and summer and autumn go.

The old moon is dotted to the white head.

Pour over a glass of wine of life and death.

Dance with you rouge buckles.

Tears have dried and love is immortal.

Incarnate as a spring for Shenzhou.

Enjoy the beauty of the moment.

Dancing in the world a few times.

Spring and winter come and summer and autumn go.

The old moon is dotted to the white head.

Pour over a glass of wine of life and death.

Dance with you rouge buckles.

Tears have dried and love is immortal.

Incarnate as a spring for Shenzhou.

Enjoy the beauty of the moment.

Dancing in the world a few times.

1. The moon is full in the West Building.

The red lotus fragrance remnants of the jade in autumn.

Lightly relieve Luo Shang and go on the Lanzhou alone.

Who in the clouds sent the brocade book.

When the word goose returns, the moon is full in the West Building.

The flowers float and the water flows freely.

One lovesickness, two sorrows.

There is no way to eliminate this.

Only then did he brow, but on his heart, but on his heart.

2. Ask Hongchen.

Step on the red dust and hate life.

Stupid, stupid, lonely Yulou people.

Peach blossoms, red willows, youth.

Into the deep boudoir The grass on the stream is green.

Swing the string to resist the wind and tread the sand.

People go to the building to be quiet, and the dark fragrance flows on the flower path.

Waiting for idle poems is easy to dispel the soul.

Outside the curtain, the sound of the piano is still tight.

There is a way to tears.

Ups and downs, bittersweet and joyful.

And a long song looks forward to the moonlight.

The courtyard deeply saddened my heart.

Send a pot of wine across the river.

Now I wake up again, and there is no country sound outside the plug.

There was no news of thousands of sails.

Lonely and desolate, don't speak sadly.

I wave the strings, I intercede, and I play and look.

I waved the strings, asked about my life, and sang and cried.

Every dusk, after the rain of tears, it is a parting.

Like the wind drifting, the strings are broken, and the wind is not infatuated.

There is a way to tears.

Ups and downs, bittersweet and joyful.

And a long song looks forward to the moonlight.

The courtyard deeply saddened my heart.

Send a pot of wine across the river.

Now I wake up again, and there is no country sound outside the plug.

There was no news of thousands of sails.

Lonely and desolate, don't speak sadly.

I wave the strings, I intercede, and I play and look.

I waved the strings, asked about my life, and sang and cried.

Every dusk, after the rain of tears, it is a parting.

Like the wind drifting, the strings are broken, and the wind is not infatuated.

I wave the strings, I intercede, and I play and look.

I waved the strings, asked about my life, and sang and cried.

Every dusk, after the rain of tears, it is a parting.

Like the wind drifting, the strings are broken, and the wind is not infatuated.

Qiao Yang's "Poetic and Picturesque" is a beautiful glass.

Stacked into monuments.

The rest of the brothers turned red.

Then tilt the ginkgo biloba to lose the suspicion of leakage and rottenness.

Exquisite jade.

Stained with a layer of mud.

The years can't be erased.

Reminiscing about the breath of the past.

Unearthed coincidences.

Picture scroll on you.

Add a line of verse.

It's love parting.

Praise the handwriting of famous artists.

Sigh that this world is extinct.

Fish swim in the stream.

are all compared to you.

In my previous life, the center of my eyes was off.

You are euphemistic and picturesque.

I carefully hung my heart and condensed into a brand.

Thousands of years later, love is seeing again.

I saw you smile tactfully in my previous life.

Cover your face with a pipa and be poetic.

I draw you to the red carp in the river.

Turn into a star.

Blur memory and Xu Song's "Luzhou Moon", "Thousand", "Qingming Rain" and so on are also good.

I found it for a long time, please adopt!

Aoyama is happy in his life.

Composer Arranger: An old monk.

Lyrics: Multiply things to play with the heart.

Singing: Si Xia Wu En.

Backing Vocals: Si Xia.

Mixing: Cletlefish

Si Xia: Walking in the empty forest, the sound of falling leaves breaks the mountains.

Mango shoes go slowly, and the years are faster.

If you want to follow the immortals, put the white deer between the green cliffs.

When he made his way to the mustache, he rode the cloud to visit Penglai.

Wu En: A cluster of frost trees in the smoke village is two or three points.

Over half an acre of bamboo, and then over the bend of Bixi.

The lights and candles hang on the door, illuminating the hedge flowers warmly.

Who sits under the flowers and waits for the return of the once pity pushed the door to accompany the stars.

Si Xia: Listen to the same words as Yuqiao, and the prosperity of the old days is in your arms.

At the end of the flat place, pedestrians walk far away from the green hills.

Wu En: Chen Shi is more involved in business, and he doesn't read it, and the wine marks on his clothes are still dry.

Born like a butterfly, Zhuang Zhou Meng, Dongfeng takes care of Pingshenghuan.

Si Xia: Grab a window of moonlight and lend it to you to spread a long scroll.

Wu En: Danqing is unswerving, I use my pen to focus on the green mountains.

He: After a hundred years, the wind and dust have been tossing and turning, and the color of the Tibetan Pavilion has gradually darkened.

Another hundred years of ordinary alleys, some people think lightly about the joy of life.

Wu En: The plum fragrance is clear, the color is eye-catching, and the cold comes.

Roller shutters and snow depths may as well be used as a landscape.

There are guests leading horses to follow the old traces and live in the inn shop.

I don't know how many times I can have a short dream at home.

Si Xia: Sleep late at night, warm a pot, and look around.

You and I chant to each other, and suddenly remember friends here.

The light boat reflects the bright river and returns in front of him.

Take advantage of the fun to go back to the branches, the snow is full, and this is full of satisfaction.

He: Listen to the same words of the fishermen, and the prosperity of the old days is in your arms.

At the end of the flat place, pedestrians walk far away from the green hills.

There are many things to participate in, and I don't read the wine marks on my clothes.

Born like a butterfly, Zhuang Zhou Meng, Dongfeng takes care of Pingshenghuan.

Si Xia: Grab a window of moonlight and lend it to you to spread a long scroll.

Wu En: Danqing is unswerving, I use my pen to focus on the green mountains.

He: After a hundred years, the wind and dust have been tossing and turning, and the color of the Tibetan Pavilion has gradually darkened.

Another hundred years of ordinary alleys, some people think lightly about the joy of life.

Juvenile China said - Zhang Jie.

Lyrics: (modern) Liang Qichao & Ershui.

Composer: Xu Song.

Arranger: Qi Jiu.

The wisdom of the youth is the wisdom of the country.

When the youth is rich, the country is rich.

When the youth is strong, the country is strong.

The freedom of the youth is the freedom of the country.

The wisdom of the youth is the wisdom of the country.

When the youth is rich, the country is rich.

When the youth is strong, the country is strong.

The freedom of the youth is the freedom of the country.

The red sun is rising, and its path is bright.

The river flows out of the subterranean and flows into the ocean.

The hidden dragon soars into the abyss, and the scales and claws fly.

The milk tiger roars in the valley, and the beasts are terrified.

Teenagers have their own teenage madness.

The body is like a mountain and a river, and it is a backbone.

Dare to measure the sun and the moon again.

Today, I am the only young man.

Dare to ask the world and try the edge.

Who can stop it.

The world laughs at me, and I am self-reliant.

Live up to the youth. The wisdom of the youth is the wisdom of the country.

When the youth is rich, the country is rich.

When the youth is strong, the country is strong.

The freedom of the youth is the freedom of the country.

The cadres have a good job.

The sky wears its firmament, and the earth walks on its yellow.

There are eight wildernesses throughout the ages.

The future is like a sea, and the future is long.

Teenagers have their own teenage madness.

The body is like a mountain and a river, and it is a backbone.

Dare to measure the sun and the moon again.

Today, I am the only young man.

Dare to ask the world and try the edge.

Who can stop it.

The world laughs at me, and I am self-reliant.

Live up to the youth. Teenagers have their own teenage madness.

The heart is like the sun, and the light is bright.

Against all odds, I'm going to break through.

Today, I am the only young man.

The sky is high and the sea is wide and thousands of miles long.

The Chinese boy is high-spirited.

Be indignant and strive to be a pillar.

Live up to the youth. Be indignant and strive to be a pillar.

Live up to the youth.