Years later, do you remember, which HITA song is the Moment of Riding a Horse?

See the gentleman. —Remembering the Wudang Five Heroes Zhang Cuishan.

Fill in the word: choose the thorn.

Original song: Xu Jiaying "Riding a White Horse".

Singing Backing vocals Late: hita

Many years later, I still remember that the moment the horse passed, the snow melted, clear and clear, like the look in the polar pupils.

The mountains and rivers are silent, the pine wind flows like water, and I hear you still muttering.

When the tide rises and falls, you freeze at the end of the world, this black and white, or vertical and horizontal, opens and closes under your pen.

Dripping with writing this cliff stone carving, stepping through the snow waves and splashing the foam, that is the gentleman's persistence.

Seeing you long and looking at the distant sails, who also wears white shirts and crosses the willow bank.

Listening to the rain and hitting the pontoon boat, all night, a few lines of ink inscription, oil-paper umbrella.

In the end, I can't hold it, and the silver hook that fell in my hand, how much of this sad or warm can be saved.

You have seen through the turbidity and warmth, the years have been frozen for a long time, and you are waiting for the gentleman like jade.

Seeing you long and looking at the distant sails, who also wears white shirts and crosses the willow bank.

Listening to the rain and hitting the pontoon boat, all night, a few lines of ink inscription, oil-paper umbrella.

I saw a thousand aurora lights whistling by, I saw the wasteland or frozen soil, the spitting of ice and fire, the intertwining of water and sky, the wind and rain like obscurity, and saw a few of the warmest corners of the poem.

Seeing you long and looking at the distant sails, who also wears white shirts and crosses the willow bank.

Listening to the rain and hitting the pontoon boat, all night, a few lines of ink inscription, oil-paper umbrella.

Ah, who also wears a white shirt, crosses the willow bank.

Listening to the rain and hitting the pontoon boat, all night, a few lines of ink inscription, oil-paper umbrella.

See the gentleman - remember Zhang Cuishan hita

Seeing the gentleman - remembering the five heroes of Wudang, Zhang Cuishan.

I'm looking for the lyrics for this song, thank you so much.

The Game of Chess by Hita

Lyrics for the first few lines:

Who holds the sunspot in the nineteen ways.

A net has been laid.

And who is the white side of the fall.

Three feet between the battlefield.

Song: Like a dream.

Composer: Tony MS

Lyrics: Sicha ediq

Singing: HITA

**: "Variety".

Lyrics: The lattices have fallen red.

Drunk in the post house.

That year, the smoke and waves were faint, and you went to a foreign land from a light boat.

The small stream is pine and cypress.

I'll cut clothes and wait for you to return home.

The old impatiens have been dotted all over the courtyard alleys.

With you wrapped in his arms, Chen Huang Danqing.

It's a wound that doesn't dare to sigh.

There may not be bright moonlight in the West Building.

Maybe Nanyan said goodbye to her young madness in tears.

Tonight I am drunk and sing a song like a dream.

Hook my mind like a wave.

Where have you gone to find the immortals?

I am afraid of seeing each other tears and staining makeup.

The night wind suddenly sent the fragrance of osmanthus flowers.

Fireworks in the west of the moon several degrees.

It's just that you're missing, and who am I grooming for?

The incense burned out, and I climbed to the heights.

The yellow crane sails lonely on the far river.

On the night of Chongyang, the waterwheel sounded, and you said goodbye to my hair.

Xiting is at sunset, and I look at it day and night.

The mountain road is long and winding.

It's hard to find the old agarwood incense.

The stinging flowers weigh the door tears two lines.

And how many couplets are replaced this spring?

Last night, the rain and wind suddenly urged the lotus pond.

When you return, you have already gone to Artemisia and add desolation.

Tonight I am drunk and sing a song like a dream.

Hook my mind like a wave.

Where have you gone to find the immortals?

I am afraid of seeing each other tears and staining makeup.

The night wind suddenly sent the fragrance of osmanthus flowers.

Fireworks in the west of the moon several degrees.

It's just that you're missing, and who am I grooming for?

Tonight I am drunk and sing a song like a dream.

Hook my mind like a wave.

Where have you gone to find the immortals?

I am afraid of seeing each other tears and staining makeup.

The night wind suddenly sent the fragrance of osmanthus flowers.

The best period of the flower moon sighed several times in the West Chamber (ah).

It's a pity that I don't have you by my side.

Alone with deep sorrow, I only hope that the rainy season will break my bowels.

Such as a dream order.

Southern Song Dynasty] Li Qingzhao.

I often remember the twilight of the Creek Pavilion, and I don't know the way back.

Returning to the boat at night, he strayed into the depths of the lotus flower.

Fighting, fighting, startling a shoal of gulls and herons.

Such as a dream order.

Singing: Picking lotus in the wind.

Who sits alone with the open window.

I've had two of them.

When the lamp is asleep.

The shadow also throws people into hiding.

Who sits alone with the open window.

I've had two of them.

When the lamp is asleep.

The shadow also throws people into hiding.

Nothing that, nothing that. What a desolate me.

Who sits alone with the open window.

I've had two of them.

When the lamp is asleep.

The shadow also throws people into hiding.

Nothing that, nothing that. What a desolate me.

Who sits alone with the open window.

I've had two of them.

When the lamp is asleep.

The shadow also throws people into hiding.

Nothing that, nothing that. What a desolate me.

Who sits alone with the open window.

I've had two of them.

When the lamp is asleep.

The shadow also throws people into hiding.

Who sits alone with the open window.

I've had two of them.

When the lamp is asleep.

The shadow also throws people into hiding.

Dream Singer: Teresa Teng **: The Red Album Acacia is like a dream in your hand.

That kind of tenderness is always hard to steal.

The crescent moon is like a hook and stays with you.

The wine in the cup was drunk in my heart.

Even if heaven and earth love each other, they can't reach the white head.

As long as you have it, you can't see through it.

Lovesickness should know in a dream that the wind and rain are thick.

It is better to cherish every minute than to commit to life.

In my heart, the spark was eternal.

Is there a smile blooming after many years?

I'll let you go and let the world grow old.

After waking up from the dream, the fallen flowers have been found with the wind.

Covet the old dreams of tonight and go to the spring of the Ming Dynasty.

I can't hold your gentle hands.

I still remember the original heartbeat.

I'll let you go and let the world grow old.

Love is like a flower.

Fate does not stay in my heart.

In an instant, the spark is eternal.

I can smile when I look back after many years.

The wind does not stop, the heart is not quiet, and the dream embraces.

Don't answer, the road is long, the smoke and rain are cloudy, and we don't meet each other.

Coveting old dreams tonight makes love calm.

I don't even have any regrets about parting.

There was just a hint of distress.

You'll know when we meet again someday.

If there is love in the sky, the sky is also old, and the tears fall and you are drunk.

There are three of them that you can see if you can use them.

The beauty is like a dream.

Composer Arranger: Tony MS

Lyrics: Sicha ediq

Harmony Written Singing Late: hita

Pipa: The first day of the rain is clear.

Copywriter: Yuan Zhengkang.

Poster: Qingping Shuo Night.

The eaves corner is broken with jade bells to make the spring breeze.

The willow is green and yellow.

Under the double bridge, next to the stone steps.

It was you who told me what was on your mind.

The golden needle and thread measured the mandarin duck.

The sound of the oars crosses the people home.

It's just that I don't see the old boys.

Last night's rain and remnants knocked on the business.

The past suddenly ripples into the line.

Thirty-three words become a dream.

I think it's the sound in your ears when you're tired of wandering.

The beautiful woman sings a song like a dream.

It makes my mind surge.

You and I are now on the other side of the water.

I am afraid of seeing each other tears and staining makeup.

Tonight the rain rises, and the lovesickness is full of melancholy.

Red candles and tears shine through the west window.

It's a pity that I don't have your hands on my shoulders.

Yuehua inscription ink bamboo courtyard wall.

Night Breeze flipped through a few more books.

Taihu Stone Red Carp Pond.

The old appearance of the faint danqing painting.

The lotus leak is getting cooler at night.

Awake I slept with begonias.

A few pairs of curtains roll starlight black magpies.

That year, the dogboard flower sac was fragrant.

I'm still by my side to this day.

Several times the soul is gone, thin and yellow.

Drinking and aging alone is afraid that it will add a period of heartache.

The beautiful woman sings a song like a dream.

It makes my mind surge.

You and I are now on the other side of the water.

I am afraid of seeing each other tears and staining makeup.

Tonight the rain rises, and the lovesickness is full of melancholy.

Red candles and tears shine through the west window.

It's a pity that I don't have your hands on my shoulders.

The beautiful woman sings a song like a dream.

It makes my mind surge.

You and I are now on the other side of the water.

I am afraid of seeing each other tears and staining makeup.

Tonight the rain rises, and the lovesickness is full of melancholy.

The red candle flowers and tears are reflected in the west window (ah).

It's a pity that I don't have your hands on my shoulders.

Only leave the water and mountains long between the eyebrows and hearts.

Song: Beauty is like a dream.

Singer: HITA **: Mo Ming Qimiao.

ti: Beauty is like a dream].

al: Mo Ming Qi Miao].

The beauty is like a dream.

Composer Arranger: Tony MS

Lyrics: Sicha ediq

Harmony Written Singing Late: hita

Pipa: The first day of the rain is clear.

Copywriter: Yuan Zhengkang.

Poster: Qingping Shuo Night.

The eaves corner is broken with jade bells to make the spring breeze.

The willow is green and yellow.

Under the double bridge, next to the stone steps.

It was you who told me what was on your mind.

The golden needle and thread measured the mandarin duck.

The sound of the oars crosses the people home.

It's just that I don't see the old boys.

Last night's rain and remnants knocked on the business.

The past suddenly ripples into the line.

Thirty-three words become a dream.

I think it's the sound in your ears when you're tired of wandering.

The beautiful woman sings a song like a dream.

It makes my mind surge.

You and I are now on the other side of the water.

I am afraid of seeing each other tears and staining makeup.

Tonight the rain rises, and the lovesickness is full of melancholy.

Red candles and tears shine through the west window.

It's a pity that I don't have your hands on my shoulders.

Yuehua inscription ink bamboo courtyard wall.

Night Breeze flipped through a few more books.

Taihu Stone Red Carp Pond.

The old appearance of the faint danqing painting.

The lotus leak is getting cooler at night.

Awake I slept with begonias.

A few pairs of curtains roll starlight black magpies.

That year, the dogboard flower sac was fragrant.

I'm still by my side to this day.

Several times the soul is gone, thin and yellow.

Drinking and aging alone is afraid that it will add a period of heartache.

The beautiful woman sings a song like a dream.

It makes my mind surge.

You and I are now on the other side of the water.

I am afraid of seeing each other tears and staining makeup.

Tonight the rain rises, and the lovesickness is full of melancholy.

Red candles and tears shine through the west window.

It's a pity that I don't have your hands on my shoulders.

The beautiful woman sings a song like a dream.

It makes my mind surge.

You and I are now on the other side of the water.

I am afraid of seeing each other tears and staining makeup.

Tonight the rain rises, and the lovesickness is full of melancholy.

The red candle flowers and tears are reflected in the west window (ah).

It's a pity that I don't have your hands on my shoulders.

Only leave the water and mountains long between the eyebrows and hearts.

The lyrics of this site are from the Internet.

The lattices had fallen to crimson.

Drunk in the post house.

That year, the smoke and waves were faint, and you went to a foreign land from a light boat.

The small stream is pine and cypress.

I'll cut clothes and wait for you to return home.

The old impatiens have been dotted all over the courtyard alleys.

With you wrapped in his arms, Chen Huang Danqing.

It's a wound that doesn't dare to sigh.

There may not be bright moonlight in the West Building.

Maybe Nanyan said goodbye to her young madness in tears.

Tonight I am drunk and sing a song like a dream.

Hook my mind like a wave.

Where have you gone to find the immortals?

I am afraid of seeing each other tears and staining makeup.

The night wind suddenly sent the fragrance of osmanthus flowers.

Fireworks in the west of the moon several degrees.

It's just that you're missing, and who am I grooming for?

The incense burned out, and I climbed to the heights.

The yellow crane sails lonely on the far river.

On the night of Chongyang, the waterwheel sounded, and you said goodbye to my hair.

Xiting is at sunset, and I look at it day and night.

The mountain road is long and winding.

It's hard to find the old agarwood incense.

The stinging flowers weigh the door tears two lines.

And how many couplets are replaced this spring?

Last night, the rain and wind suddenly urged the lotus pond.

When you return, you have already gone to Artemisia and add desolation.

Tonight I am drunk and sing a song like a dream.

Hook my mind like a wave.

Where have you gone to find the immortals?

I am afraid of seeing each other tears and staining makeup.

The night wind suddenly sent the fragrance of osmanthus flowers.

Fireworks in the west of the moon several degrees.

It's just that you're missing, and who am I grooming for?

Tonight I am drunk and sing a song like a dream.

Hook my mind like a wave.

Where have you gone to find the immortals?

I am afraid of seeing each other tears and staining makeup.

The night wind suddenly sent the fragrance of osmanthus flowers.

The best period of the flower moon sighed several times in the West Chamber (ah).

It's a pity that I don't have you by my side.

Alone with deep sorrow, I only hope that the rainy season will break my bowels.

The lyrics of this site are from the Internet.

Who sits alone with the open window.

I've had two of them.

When the lamp is asleep.

When the lamp is asleep.

The shadow also throws people into hiding.

Who sits alone with the open window.

I've had two of them.

When the lamp is asleep.

The shadow also throws people into hiding.

Nothing that, nothing that.

What a desolate me.

Who sits alone with the open window.

I've had two of them.

When the lamp is asleep.

The shadow also throws people into hiding.

Nothing that, nothing that.

What a desolate me.

Who sits alone with the open window.

I've had two of them.

When the lamp is asleep.

The shadow also throws people into hiding.

Nothing that, nothing that.

What a desolate me.

Who sits alone with the open window.

I've had two of them.

When the lamp is asleep.

The shadow also throws people into hiding.

Who sits alone with the open window.

I've had two of them.

When the lamp is asleep.

The shadow also throws people into hiding.

Wen Zhan ?

Wen Zhan singing: i2star

The king wants to defend the land and reopen the territory, and the blood is still hot, and the ambition is in all directions.

I wipe the tasseled gun for you, and wear a military uniform for you.

Jun Dao Mo smiled and drunk on the battlefield, looking at Kyushu and the smoke was blowing.

I sang the war song and sent you to sing it.

Listen: There was Rong Di last night.

Knock on my Yanmen Pass and climb my ten-zhang city wall.

Look: There is a beacon fire in Kyushu.

Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, beacon fires are burning for the first time.

I'm singing to see you off.

Although the bow in his palm was cold, the blood was still hot.

And pour this cup for you.

May you return from this trip and step on a triumphant journey.

I'm dreaming of fighting in January.

Junxing January Dream Jun Battle.

I'm dreaming of returning for a year.

Jun Xing has been dreaming of returning for a year.

I won't pay it back for five years.

Jun Xing's five-year dream will not be returned.

My dream is no longer ten years old.

The ten-year dream is gone.

I heard that the snowflakes outside the plug bloomed and blew overnight, and it was difficult to walk.

I weave a piece of bright moonlight, and I am willing to be Jun Sinan.

Wen Jun jumped on the horse and lifted the tassel gun, chased Rong Di, and drank a lot.

I will toast you with a shallow wine.

A total of 10,000 drunk. I'm singing to see you off.

Although the bow in his palm was cold, the blood was still hot.

And pour this cup for you.

May you return from this trip and step on a triumphant journey.

I'm dreaming of fighting in January.

Junxing January Dream Jun Battle.

I'm dreaming of returning for a year.

Jun Xing has been dreaming of returning for a year.

I won't pay it back for five years.

Jun Xing's five-year dream will not be returned.

My dream is no longer ten years old.

The ten-year dream is gone.

Back then, you wanted to go to the frontier, and the blood was still hot, and the ambition was everywhere.

I wipe the tasseled gun for you, and wear a military uniform for you.

Back then, the gentleman was drunk on the battlefield and watched Kyushu smoke.

I sang the war song and sent you to sing it.

Now my singing voice is dumb, and it is difficult to sing to welcome the king.

I stood on the tower and counted the 300,000 soldiers.

Suddenly, I saw Jun straddle the horse with a pistol, his old clothes and temples were white.

I'll fill my toast and ask.

Jun Ke is healthy.