1. Looking for common ancient songs or tunes suitable for lyrics. Thank you
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There are many ancient music groups, and LZ can listen to their albums by group name:
Mo Ming Qi Miao: Mo Baoshuang Moon Night, Twenty-Two Maple Farewell Bridge, Crossing Mo Ming Mo Ming Qi Miao., Mo Ming Qi Miao - Yelang, Mo Ming Qi Miao - Smiling on the River at Qingming Festival, Mo Ming Qi Miao - Nezha., Mo Ming Qi Miao - Parting Sorrows, Mo Baoyu Broken Jiangnan·Impression, etc. The ancient customs of Mo Village So much music!
Peace Moon: Butterfly-Peace Moon, Asian Wind-Meisha in the City, Bamboo Dance-Peace Moon & Shao Rong, Jia Pengfang-Pegasus, Silver Moon Peace Moon , Yuan Lei-Jia Pengfang., Oriental Garden Peace Moon, Peace Moon Xiyue, A Day Goes By Peace Moon, etc. Peace Moon basically produces pure music!
The Divine Comedy of the Twelve Flowers: pure music - Hollyhocks in July (Mrs. Li, the God of Flowers)., Pure music - Camellia in November (Bai Juyi, the God of Flowers)., Pure music - Peonies in April (Li Bai, the God of Flowers) ), pure music - Pomegranate in May (Flower God Zhongkui)., pure music - Narcissus in the twelfth lunar month (Flower God Ehuang and Nvying), etc.
The Twelve Women’s Orchestra: Stepping to the Door to Tomorrow, The Only Time, The Only Flower in the World, The Sudden Love Story., Dunhuang, The Twelve Women’s Orchestra- Christmas Eve, Twelve Girls Band-White Christmas, etc.
There are also game soundtracks for Fairy Sword, Xuanyuan Sword, and Ancient Swords and Legends: "Return to Dreams of the Immortal", "Feng Song Qingtian", "Dream Weaver" and so on.
Japanese ancient style: Fangbai - つむぎうた accompaniment, きのはち_zhouへ (Shakuhachi), サクラ サクラ〔Instrumental with·Shakuhachi Shamisen (fluent), Dawn of Heroes, etc.
There are also a lot of miscellaneous music, such as Lin Hai’s music: Yunshui Zen Heart, Beating Festivals and Songs to Perform Miracles, Ink Painting Phoenix City, Qufu Confucianism Style, Ink Fragrance, Pipa Xiang-Traveling to Ancient Times, Crossing, Red Dust, Autumn moon night, fire night moon, meditation, holding a pillow and listening to the rain, the sky is pure and the sand is pure, etc. 2. Looking for good ancient songs. The more the better. Don’t copy them.
Returning home at dusk is the love I long for.
Qianqian is very beautiful.
I didn’t like Peony in the past, but after listening to this song, I felt it was really good and gentle.
Daogu Xianfeng Chu Kuang Jiuzhou Tiger Tooth Spear Soul is a song I liked a long time ago, and I still like it until now.
Du Qing Well, I won’t say anything more, it’s an old song.
Dreaming back to a drunken and warm dream, looking at the end of the dandy's prosperous age, Peony in the West Window, and thinking about the unparalleled elegance and splendor. It sounds very pleasant to the ears, and I don't know how to explain it.
This song is very suitable for my mood. A single has been on loop for several days. . . Adjust it to the "crisp" sound mode to listen and feel better.
The harp and the ink harp and the ink sung by Qingqing are so flavorful!
Zui Xian Ge is the best interpretation of a bosom friend, but unfortunately there is no one who can lift a bottle to drink - -
Xian Si Xuan Xiao's life is lonely and desolate, it's great
Dubu Jianghu and Jianxiao Jianghu are my favorite choruses! So impressive!
Caiwei Haha I like the Book of Songs
Chu Shi Biao is adapted from Chu Shi Biao. The two singers sang very well. Anyway, I can’t sing with great momentum,,, embarrassment
The Bright Moon Shines on Kyushu Again is probably adapted by Mo Cun. It’s very nice, but I guess you can’t download it. You need 1000 Doudou = = If you like it, just leave me alone - - (You can’t find all the songs I mentioned If you arrive, or if you don’t know which version is better, you can ask me, okay send Buddha to the west)
Yanshan Snow Sifan is so beautiful~~~~
Instant Youth The youthful beauty in a moment is really not as good as the white flour paste of a couple of gods and immortals, haha. Alas, the lyrics are very good, the music is good, and Xiao Ai sings well.
How many fake smiles are there on the face. Nice word change. Very well said.
I like many songs of "Drunk in the Red Dust, Mo Yu Qingqing" very much. They are full of taste, character and philosophy of life.
Self-hanging Southeast Branch God! ! ! ! Absolutely divine! ! ! When he was dying of illness, he sat up in shock and asked with a smile where the guest came from. Haha
Chang'an Yihanyi tunes a tune, but the difference between the heaven and the earth is very interesting.
The floating life has not stopped, the floating life is full of life,
The next day, Qing Meihu Oh, surprisingly sang so well
Where will the night be? Like the front of a bottle. . . . I don’t have much insight, but it sounds pretty good...
"The Musical Instruments" is a song that you may not like when you first listen to it, but after listening to it more, you will like it very much.
The moon was beautiful at that time. . . ←_←This guy is at a loss for words
I heard that I can sing when I am high-spirited and happy. When I was young, I would ride a horse and sing, and I would be so drunk that I would lie in the mountains and rivers outside the clouds~~
Red Dunhuang is very good and powerful. . . And hahaha, after practicing for a long time, I can finally sing! Such a fast song!
According to the singer, the transposition was like a nail - -
Man Ting Fang Qi Ran sang beautifully. . . Continue Ciqiong OTZ
Nezha wow, I sang the lively Nezha
The Phoenix robbed the world, the wind rose, and the sky became a dragon. Actually, I don’t like the river very much. Picture, but there are a lot of people who like him, so I’m telling you, maybe you will like it
Destiny is romantic, haha, I also want to be such a chic and romantic person
Hero Hate Recalls the Clouds Who Said Heroes Have No Hate
A very fast song that defies talent. I, Xuan Xiao, swear by my life, if heaven abandons me, I would rather become a devil!
How can I say it when I'm drunk? It's very good.
The merchant girl hates it. . . It’s not easy for a business woman either. . If it's really heartless. . . well.
Drunken City Song. . . It almost choked me to death. . . . . It can only be said that the speaker has such a strong lung capacity!
Fu Ying Shi Yu Shen wow, Yan Ling sings so mysteriously. Also, "Hakugui Yakou Kyuubi", "The Ghost Song of Bones and Flowers" is the best, haha.
The Spiritual Journey seems to be related to Buddha. . Well, sometimes I really don’t remember the lyrics well
The Zongheng chapter is about Uncle Ge Nie and Wei Zhuang. . . . There are quite a few songs written for Qin Shimingyue, and I like this one better.
Is Love Locked in Qiantang Lake only a one-day trip to Fengjiang in Yangzhou, the fairy in the current painting, acceptable? If you don't like it, just ignore it. I don't read fan fiction or anything like that. I just discovered some songs while listening to them. The songs are really good.
In the white rainbow mourning pond, the ducks are near the water, the flowers are shining, the pictures are tired, the river shadows are ups and downs, and I am tired of the passing years. A clear song, I don’t miss the love, Lan Ruo, the lyrics, I dream back to Lan Ruo, the prosperous Tang Dynasty night, I sing the moon, the sky is close to the lovesickness
well. . . . So exhausted. . . I really have no idea. . But once you hear it, you will believe it. Forgive me for my lack of words. If you can't find the song, you can ask me to send it to you.
Hundan, actually said that the content of my answer was not suitable for publication! Where is it! Where is it! On the run! ! ! . . .
I don’t understand, what’s not suitable? 3. Looking for songs that are suitable for filling in ancient lyrics
The other side of the night sky, Xixi, the sea breeze, Xiaomiya Ruidai, The Divine Thinker (S.E.N.S.), Heat Wave, Sea God Aplodie, Southern Cross The Season of Shining Stars, The Sigiriya Girl, The Tragedy of the City, The Memories of the Forbidden City, The Sunset of the Forbidden City, Goodbye, the Forbidden City Rules the World, Two Thousand Years of Love, The Strong Soul, Cajero, The Stone of the Moon, The Water of the Earth, The Landscape with You, Sailing to the Silk Road, KITARO ) Orochi Song Dynasty, Sun Wen and Qing Ling fall in love, return to Vietnam, a journey to the air and sea, Asia's banquet, beyond time and space, the Tianshan Great Wall, the Silk Road, the earth's vocation, the horizon, parental guidance, creating the fantasy of Blackwater City, the dawn, the Mandala sky, the inspiring aura, the journey of a distant heart. Clock Tower in the Sky, Thousand-Year Queen, Dunhuang's Caprices, Three Sisters of the Song Family, Bodhi Tree, Closing Song of the Song Dynasty, Great Galaxy Universe Poems, Ikuko Seiya Sutra, Southern Reverie, Red Violin***, Blue Moon, Eternal Red Rhapsody, Summer Storm, Green Ideology, Violin's Meditation, Blue Nostalgia God (Himakami Hoshi) A Thousand Years of Prayer Thirteen Spring Lands Hochine Yamanohara Looking up, the fireworks are brilliant Dancing Birds Tonichiliu Poem of the Gods Beyond Love Snow White Bird Legend Sand Dunes Clear Sky ------ This The master's songs are very Chinese style, Jia Pengfang, Erquan, Moon Reflection, Bamboo Field, Lullaby, Island Song, Flowers, Like Flowing Rivers, Water Lilies, Romance, Musashi, Light Dance, Sirius, Broad Love and Ideals, Winter Dance, Life's Sky, Far Thunder, Road, Mountain, Snow, Women's Twelve Orchestra (You can find this by searching yourself) Flowing Clouds, Dunhuang, Brilliance, Grand Canyon, Freedom, Miracles, Forbidden City, The World’s Only Flower Dream, Water Town, Like Flowing Rivers, Butterflies, Victory, Oriental Dynamics, Liu Sanjie Horse Racing, Moon of Peace.
(Every song is very good, search for it yourself). 4. Space diary: ancient lyrics that can be put into compositions
1. Read Hongzhuang·Miss you, look forward and look at each other with regret. The flowers are floating and the water is flowing, a kind of lovesickness and two places of leisurely sorrow.
I vaguely remember that Qingqing Zijin lingers in my heart. Nanpu is sad to say goodbye, the west wind is curling in the autumn, but now, I feel heartbroken when I see it, so I can't look back. The world is impermanent, and what I have written in the vicissitudes of life is now expecting you to change for whom.
Some people say that the beauty is separated from the clouds at dusk, and that touch of smile has dried up the pain and cannot be reunited. The fate of the three lives stone has become an imaginary myth. In the end, it is easy to change, but there are tears. Wet, I don’t know who I hate. We long for each other, we know the day, this night, but we are also embarrassed. Perhaps, those who want to speak but are too shy to say a thousand words, will their thoughts have already been blown away when they meet the gentleman who has been dreaming a thousand times in his dreams? The smoke disappeared.
Infatuated with thoughts and delusions, finally the mist and rain from the south of the Yangtze River covered the world. After letting the flowers fade away, it was only a moment, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever. Such a beautiful family as a flower, after all, cannot withstand the passage of time.
When the dust settles, I always hesitate in those states that make me think about existence, and suddenly I understand that the night rain dyes the sky and water blue. Some people can achieve great success without gestures.
The vast sky in the Han Dynasty holds the prosperity and sorrow, and between the curved eyebrows, destiny is destined to become the past. So, looking back at that beautiful woman, I lamented the tears of beautiful women, the death of heroes, and how much suffering there is in this world.
How can we be happy when mountains and rivers are eternally silent? What a shame.
The depth of the ocean water in humanity is not even half as deep as lovesickness. There is still an end to the sea water, and there is no limit to the longing for love.
Carrying the piano up to a high building, the building is full of moonlight. Playing the love song, the strings suddenly broke.
Suddenly, I remembered the beautiful artistic conception of people making an appointment at dusk, knocking chess pieces and letting the lanterns fall. However, those illusions were still false after all. You know, I remember the first time I met Xiao Ping, the word "Luo Yi" was in my heart.
The strings of the pipa say lovesickness. The bright moon was there at that time, and the colorful clouds once returned. The hatred and wounds of last spring lingered together in the lonely desolation, and the emotion was still the same: the fallen flowers are independent, and the geese fly together in the light rain.
Two hopes are fluttering. Look now, the autumn wind is misting at dusk, the sky is vast, the sky is golden, the dew turns into frost, and the clouds are as long as the wild geese. Green cups and red sleeves take advantage of the Double Ninth Festival, and the human feelings are like hometown.
The old fragrance and residual powder are like the original, and the human feelings are not as good as before. There are still a lot of running scripts in the spring, but in autumn the writings are even sparse.
The quilt is cold and the phoenix is ??cold, I am sleeping alone on my pillow, and my sorrowful heart is waiting for wine to soothe it. Even if the dream soul exists, it will become empty, which is nothing compared to the dream.
The wind blew, the lanterns fell, and the shooting stars were speechless. They lingered for a moment, and thoughts came to mind. It seemed that they saw bright fireworks, like parting, like an epiphyllum, elusive and beyond reach. I remember the flower market during the full moon last year. The lights are like daylight. On the Lantern Festival this year, the moon and lights are still the same. I don’t see the people from last year, and my spring shirt sleeves are wet with tears. Where does sorrow come from? It leaves people's hearts in autumn.
The cotton wool is cold, the pink is falling, the fragrance is fragrant every day, the new wine is adding to the residual wine, this spring is no less regretful than the previous spring. When the butterfly leaves or the oriole flies, there is nowhere to ask. Across the high building across the water, I can see through the Pisces letter.
The waves of annoyance are an inch across, and the setting sun is only as close as dusk. After we said goodbye, we met again and again, and shared our dreams with you several times.
There are only a few silver photos left tonight, as if the encounter was a dream. I advise you not to be sad. You must remember that the red sandalwood is not extinguished, and I am not gone either.
Years have passed since then, and the good times and scenery have faded away in vain. I have written countless things on the phoenix paper, but I still regret that it is difficult to send my spring heart. The mountains and moons don't know what's going on in their hearts, the water and wind are empty, and the flowers in front of their eyes are falling, and the blue clouds are swaying.
The past covered by the passing years, white horses passing by, hastily turned into a trace of sadness. The so-called broad agreement between life and death is explained by Zicheng.
Holding your son’s hand and growing old together with your son is a poignant euphemism. It is just a legend, nothing more. At a glance, in the sky of the whole world, flying flowers are as light as flying flowers, the drizzle is as sad as sorrow, the green sleeves are sparse and the cool leaves are urging the swallows to return. A night of west wind has hurt Gao Huaiyuan several times.
The delicate chrysanthemum branches are still blooming and the fragrance is still everywhere, and the moon marks are still in the courtyard. The empty garden is lonely, there is no place to talk about the desolation, who do you know who you are with every year? At three-thirds of the setting sun, I look at the smoke in Pingjiang Pavilion, I hate the thick spring, and I still shed tears when I heard the flute.
wine east wind. Look at the green grass and red flowers, outside the setting sun, and the distant water, just like A Lian's two pillows, in the painting screen.
The beautiful scenery is picturesque, the setting sun disappears, the setting sun tilts, the people, the scenery, the wind, the feelings, they all lean against the railings and still drift away, there are several dusk rains. In late spring, horses were riding on the moss, and they once stood deep in the green shade.
Even if you take pictures of the railings, the last traces of them will remain. Years have passed since we parted, the fallen flowers are still there, the fragrant screen is empty, where do you know the human face? The river hangs down and the plains are vast, the moon surges into the great river, and the river flows into the sea. Who is the spring of all things? The bright moon cannot shine in, leaving others. Sauvignon Blanc is the string that ties the heart, a tree of peach blossoms, a sigh of beauty and sorrow, but Chang'an is still prosperous. Apart from the unrestrained and wild wandering around the world, it still can't hide the indestructible charm, no matter how high the mountains are, the rivers are long , the wind is strong and the waves are high, the world situation is changing, and the appearance has changed. This heartstring has always been graceful with the vicissitudes of the years. It once changed the sea, but Wushan is not a cloud.
The front gate of Jiuling Peak stands alone. The frown hurts and the heart breaks.
The beautiful lady in pink parted ways. What's the point of love?
Climbing mountains and facing water is a must every year. Always remember that we came together and now we are alone.
A lone boat floats in the lake at night. The fading grass and the setting sun are infinitely meaningful.
Who will send it? The water of West Lake is the tears of lovesickness. On that broken bridge, when the sun sets in the west, the heart-breaking ending is hard to remember.
The fragrance is still there before Luo's clothes are torn, who can teach him about his old ideas? After a spring of separation and laziness to tune the strings, there are still two lines of idle tears in front of the zither. The jade flute is blowing all over the fireworks road, Xiao Xie has passed over the years, and I have to teach someone to draw distant mountain eyebrows, and the street wind is gentle and annoying.
I am young and my time is spent. You have to remember, that year and month, weeping willows and purple roads east of Luo City.
The vast land can be destroyed with a single sword, where will the bustling music and songs fall. I send you a song, no matter who gathers or disperses at the end of the song.
The maple forest is dyed with fire, the beautiful pot sings to the moon, and the long song leans against the building. Year after year, in front of the flowers and under the moon, there is a statue of fragrant wine.
The red lotuses are falling from the water, and the only sound is the jade chime, but the feeling remains the same. When you gain, you sing loudly; when you lose, you rest; when you have many sorrows and resentments, they are also long-lasting. There is wine today and you are drunk now, and tomorrow you will be worried and you will be worried tomorrow.
Amidst the lights, shadows and sounds, the sky is still cold and the water is still cold. Four brocades with red makeup, red hands, yellow wine, a cup of melancholy, a few years away, spring is as old as before, people are thin and empty, and the tears are red and raw.
The sound of sails outside. Look at the peach blossoms falling, the leisure pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold the brocade book.
Endlessly embroidered mandarin duck pillows, I just ask you what's in your heart, so I'm so light about parting. The red leaves and yellow flowers are in late autumn, and I have traveled thousands of miles. The flying clouds have passed, and I have no letter when I return home. Where can I send a letter?
When the tears drip from the window, I spin my inkstone to grind the ink, and gradually write until I say goodbye. In the depth of this feeling, the red paper is colorless. At that time, the strong feelings and farewells were all flowing eastward with the spring water.
Looking up at the sky, the earth, the sun and the moon, the silence is silent, the green mountains and the long river, stretching from generation to generation, just like you are in my heart, never leaving, never changing.
She wears red makeup under the moonlight, I don't know who hurt her, the birds are still in pairs, they are busy singing duet to each other, but I can't help but shed tears, singing alone in the moonlight, and the lonely shadow lingers.
Lying down under the willow leaf skirt, it seems that the heart is also broken. Naihe and you.