How can there be Xu Song, appreciation of Memories of Nanshan .

This is a Chinese-style song, the tune is diluted and slightly sad, coupled with vae's soft and warm singing voice, while bringing people a peaceful and secluded mountain forest environment, there is also a subtle deep affection, evoking people's faint regret of passing away and melancholy after the loss of beautiful things.

The lyrics may be inspired by the famous poem "Five Songs of Thought" by the Tang Dynasty poet Yuan Zhen: "Once the sea was difficult to turn into water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud." Take the second flower bush lazy review, half of the edge of the cultivation and half of the king.

Many of the sentences in the lyrics can be called classics, especially the ending sentence "After the flowers bloom, the flowers fall again, the reincarnation has no results, the moss on the snow tells me that you have never returned" is incomparable, and the desire to listen to it makes people's hearts sway, and they can't hold themselves.

Lyrics interpretation. 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. After a long time, he let out a deep sigh 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 pavilion on the bank 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.

The one in your heart, do you know? For years, I really haven't laughed since you left me......）

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 her memory, the bits and pieces of the time when she were together surfaced, and before she could see her face clearly, her 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.

After the death of the hero's favorite in the story of the lyrics, the protagonist has no intention of other reasons and looks down on the world, so he lives in seclusion in the bamboo forest and "invites Nanshan to drink". It can be seen that the Tao song is the love song, and the love song is the Tao song. The song has a "hermit" theme, and some say it is a "mourning" theme, both of which can be found in the lyrics.

There are also people who think that the two themes of "mourning" and "hermit" are integrated, and after the protagonist's favorite in the story of the lyrics dies, the protagonist has no intention of other things, and looks down on the world, so he lives in seclusion in the bamboo forest and "invites Nanshan to drink". It can be seen that the mourning song is a love song, and the mourning song is a Taoist song.

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.

My favorite...

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.

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.