Who recommends some songs about bamboo to me?

1. "Bamboo Forest Wind" is a song sung by Cecilia Han. It was written by Lang Lang and composed by Miao Sen. It was included in "Summer Love" and released on March 1, 26.

Lyrics:

Bamboo forest air shuttles in the sunshine, and I can understand it.

What caresses me is your tenderness, and when I return to the bamboo forest, I begin to miss you.

What I look up at is the transparent blue, which is actually the blue sky that my hands can't reach.

Believe that the world is in my heart and explore the meaning of life.

But you look dazzling. If you are sad, I will change it for you with a smile because my heart adheres to it. I can feel the thoughts of your white heartbeat.

The bamboo forest wind shuttles in the sunshine, and I can understand it.

What caresses me is your tenderness. The bamboo forest wind reverberates in the air and transmits. People who love and separate will meet sooner or later.

The bamboo forest wind is the sky where you and I love.

Explore the meaning of life, but you look dazzling.

If you are sad, I will change it for you with a smile. I can feel the thoughts of your white heartbeat

Bamboo forest air shuttles in the sunshine, and I can understand

It is your tenderness that caresses me, and it reverberates in the air, and people who love and separate will meet sooner or later

Bamboo forest air is the sky where you and I love

Bamboo forest air shuttles in the sunshine, and I can understand

It is your tenderness that caresses me. People who love and separate will meet sooner or later.

Bamboo forest wind is the sky where you and I love.

Bamboo forest wind shuttles in the sunshine. I can understand

It is your tenderness that caresses me, and it is transmitted in the air. People who love and separate will meet sooner or later.

Bamboo forest wind shuttles in the sunshine. I can understand

It is your tenderness that caresses me.

Lyrics:

The east of the green pool in Qingxi reflects the red flowers in the sun.

Looking at the leisurely peak in the south, the bamboo and jade skirts are the same color as

swaying the gentleman's chest, with modesty and restraint.

Although the height is high, you can bow and bow. On the stone, the spring is ringing

the moon is hazy, and suddenly it is misty and rainy.

The more exquisite the jade pipe is, the more graceful it is, and the phoenix flies

The trees fall and the phoenix trees fall, and the shadow in the corner is heavy at the beginning of the sunny day.

The autumn flute on the shore is moving, and the boat is scattered to gather the awning. The flute is quiet and graceful, easy and prosperous.

I forgot to meet the Duke of Zhou. In the ancient and modern stories,

Who is involved, who is not contending for fame and merit.

I was shocked to return to a dream of a thousand miles, and I was misty and misty.

I listened to the princess of Xiang, but I met my bosom friend for a while.

I was confused and half-red. It is a song written in the 198s to save the endangered national treasure panda.

Lyrics:

Bamboo blooms, Mimi lies in her mother's arms and counts the stars.

Stars are so beautiful. Where is tomorrow's breakfast?

Mimi, Mimi, please believe that we have not forgotten you.

The tall moon is hanging in the sky. Tomorrow's breakfast is in my heart.

Please let me help you, just like helping myself.

Please let me care about you.

Please let me help you, just like helping myself

Please let me care about you, just like caring about ourselves

The world will become more beautiful

4. "Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties" is a song sung by Chinese mainland male singer Hou Xian. Hou Xian himself wrote lyrics and composed music, which was produced by Chen Lei and Lin Mingyang, and included in the music album Dong Fangbubai released by Hou Xian in 28.

Lyrics:

3 poems are occasionally read by passers-by. Whoever persuades the frost on the ground to return to my bed

whose face has been thinned by studying hard in the cold window, Lanting has left a blank in front of your case

, and those who are impressed by it don't know

that there are tears left in the inkstone, and the twenty-fourth bridge will end with a bright moon.

The poems with hidden heads can't bear to spit goodbye and shake off the ashes on the pillow < I praise seven words and count six strings.

Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties have passed away, and when I look back, the lights are not dim.

Only loneliness is shining, and Tang Ye's mind is heavy.

Farewell poems are useless, and when I am far away, my old friends don't understand it.

Flowers are fleeting.

It's been several dreams, so don't cover up your makeup with tears.

Cut the spring breeze, and the article is lonely and borrow The piano lingers in your heart, sighing that

Spring Gone

awakens the beauty of the poem, and the rhyme is tireless, even though the distant hazy moon turns up with you. The night in the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties

hides a few volumes of wounds from who, and we sing softly

I praise seven words and you count six strings. In the Tang, Song and Yuan Dynasties, the feelings are gone

Looking back, the lights are not dim, only loneliness is shining. Keep a few volumes of injuries from whom

We sing softly, and I praise seven words and you count six strings

In the Tang, Song, Yuan and Ming Dynasties, the feelings are gone, and when we look back, the lights are not dim.

Only loneliness is bright, (I don't want to miss it again in my life)

The hazy moon turns with you, and the night in the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties

We keep a few volumes of injuries from whom. Only loneliness in the bright

cold window has lost its face, and Lanting has left a blank in front of your case, and the people who care about it don't know

5. Deep in the Bamboo Forest is the masterpiece of "Chinked-Out" in the album "The Sun and Moon in My Heart" by Chinese American singer Wang Leehom.

Lyrics:

Dance black and white into a splash of ink, and sorrow and sorrow seek relief in a secluded place

Arrange light and shadow into you and me, and let me decide the mood.

oh, oh

where else, oh

oh, can fly freely

oh, oh

suspected music is melodious, oh

oh, the soul has its own paradise

what a beautiful bamboo forest, where I will wait for

the poetic bamboo forest, where I fall in love with you <

find the original you and me in the depths oh oh

Let the years wash away right and wrong. Only I

write down the clear outline of my emotions in the cycle of time and space. Where else can I fly freely? There is a doubt that there is melodious music.

My soul has its own paradise. What a beautiful bamboo forest.

I will wait here. Deep in the poetic bamboo forest

Here I fall in love with you, what a natural bamboo forest

Here I will (come, on)

In the bamboo forest of Xanadu, I will find the original me and you

Hermit poets write down all their attitudes towards life with one stroke, one branch, one leaf and one stroke.

There has been a silent expression among scholars and gentlemen. Still waiting for the answer from the bright moon after thousands of years

Play a tune to sing and forget all the luxuries. Where is the last home after drifting

Only in the depths of the bamboo forest can you find the answer. What a beautiful bamboo forest

I will always wait for you here. The poetic bamboo forest

I fall in love with you here. What a natural bamboo forest

I will (come, on) here. Zing ..., zingzing...