The following are commonly used soundtracks
Hisaishi Joe-mother (available on Baidu MP3)
SENS-like wind (more in line with your requirements)
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tears-piano music
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(It was very quiet at the beginning, but in the middle part, the tempo gradually accelerated, the intensity became stronger and stronger, and it ended quietly at the end, which was a very good feeling. And recently I discovered that the background soundtrack for Hunan TV station Zhou Bichang's courageous commercial is this song. )
"Flowing City" Lin Hai (the flow of notes is very comfortable)
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"Tears" (The Daydream)
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"Castle in the Sky" Joe Hisaishi (piano A version of the city in the sky, with a feeling of openness, vastness and distance.
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lt;lt;The Street Where the Wind Livesgt;gt;This song is played by Erhu, don’t listen to it, it’s really sad , very nice, giving people a feeling of melancholy
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If you like Kiss the Rain, then you must like Yiruma
This is the pianist's entire album
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Daydream
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childhood memory
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the sounds of silence
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Melancholy Smile
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Tears
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Song from A Secret Garden
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You and Me
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Walking With You
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Rainy Sunday
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Dielian
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Early morning
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Childhood Memories
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Multiply with you
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Silk Road
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The Last Rose of Summer
Thomas More
This is the last rose of summer,
still blooming alone;
All her beautiful companions,
have withered and died;
There is no more flower,
accompanying her,
reflecting her crimson face,
and her Sighing and grieving together.
I don’t want to see you continue to suffer,
staying alone on the branch;
Since all your lovely companions are asleep,
Why don't you go with them?
So I scattered your fragrant petals
gently on the flower bed,
Let you reunite with your dear friends
Buried in the fragrant soil.
When the lover's golden ring,
loses the light of the gem,
When the precious friendship withers,
I also wish Go with you
When the faithful heart is haggard,
My dear one is dead,
Who wants to live alone?
In this bleak world.
When you are old (a classic among the classics of love and touching poetry)
Yeats
Yeats
When you are old and gray and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look,
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep.
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled,
And paced upon the mountains overhead,
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
When you are old
Translated by Fu Hao
When you are old, freckled, and sleepy,
take down this book when you are napping by the stove,
>Recite slowly, dreaming of your eyes in the past
The expression is soft, and the reflection in the eyes is deep;
How many people love your charming and charming time,
Loving your beauty comes from falsehood or true love,
But only one person loves the sincerity of your soul,
Loves the sad weather on your fading face;
Bent down beside the red hearth,
Muttered sadly how Cupid had escaped,
Wandered on the mountain tops overhead,
His face was hidden among the stars.
Or the following one, it’s also very emotional
Down by the Salley Gardens
Down by the Salley Gardens Entering Sally Gardens
My love and I did meet My love and I met
She passed the Salley Gardens
With little snow-white feet Slim feet
She bid me take love easy She bid me to treat this love gently
As the leaves grow on the tree Like the leaves clinging to the tree
But I being young and foolish
With her would not agree
In a field by the river In a field by the river The wilderness
My love and I did stand I stood side by side with my lover
And on my leaning shoulder
She laid her snow-white hand is her soft white hand to lean on
She bid me take life easyShe bid me to cherish life
As the grass grows on the weirs of tough grass
But I was young and foolish
And now am full of tears
Down by the Salley Gardens
My love and I did meetMe and my lover met
She passed the Salley Gardens
With little snow-white feet
She bid me take love easy She bid me take love easy
As the leaves grow on the tree is like leaves clinging to a tree
But I being young and foolish
With her would not agree not to listen to her heart
>But I was young and foolish
And now am full of tears
I am no longer going back
Spain - Ximenes
I will no longer go back
The clear night is slightly cooler
The desolate moon has long since Falling asleep
My body is no longer there
But the cool breeze
blows in from the open window
Questioning where my soul is
I am no longer here
I wonder if anyone will remember me
Maybe in the midst of tenderness and tears
Someone I will fondly recall my past
But there will still be flowers and starlight
Sighs and hopes
And the lover's under the thick trees on the street
Smile
I also think of the sound of the piano
Just like the scene in this silent night
But in the window where I lived
No one listens silently anymore
The furthest distance in the world
——Tagore
The furthest distance in the world
It’s not the distance between life and death
It’s me standing in front of you
You don’t know that I love you
The farthest distance in the world
p>
It’s not that I’m standing in front of you
You don’t know that I love you
It’s that I love you to the point of obsession
But you can’t say I love you You
The furthest distance in the world
It’s not that I can’t say I love you
It’s that I miss you so much that my heart aches
But I can only bury it deep in my heart
The furthest distance in the world
It’s not that I can’t say I miss you
It’s that we love each other
But we can’t be together
The furthest distance in the world
It’s not that we love each other
But we can’t be together
It’s that it’s obvious I can't resist this breath
But I still have to pretend not to care
The furthest distance in the world,
It's not that I can't resist this breath.
But you have to pretend not to care
But use an indifferent heart
Between you and the person who loves you
Dig an uncrossable ditch
The furthest distance in the world
It is not the distance between trees
It is the branches growing from the same root
But we can’t rely on each other in the wind
The furthest distance in the world
It’s not the branches that can’t rely on each other
It’s the stars that look at each other
But there are no intersecting trajectories
The farthest distance in the world
It is not the trajectories between stars
It is even though the trajectories intersect
But you can’t find it in an instant
The furthest distance in the world
It’s not that you can’t find it in an instant
It’s not yet When we meet
We are destined not to be together
The farthest distance in the world
is the distance between a fish and a bird
One in the sky
p>
One dives deep into the seabed
"Forget-me-not"
——Shu Ting
Blue flame
beating Between the drifting ice of type
A small book slipped from my hand
Not yet touching the ground
I have finished
A beautiful elopement
Can it be said to be you
Is it just you?
An unexpected encounter tomorrow
Index of many years of diaries
A note of eloquence
A note of silent signature
Or a birthday gift preserved by memory
From youth The fence has spread to this day
I remember
This happened hundreds of years ago
Hundreds of years
The soul has been transformed again and again Shell
Why are you always awakened by these three words
Forget-me-not
Forget-me-not
Who Forgot me
Who did I forget
Metasequoia
The water is very cool
Quietly
Let the chaotic clouds and clouds
lie in
ice and purity
the setting sun
outline the mottled musical scales
Towards the shaded bay water
The backlight disappears
Is it the hand that can play the sound one after another
Autumn Suixin fades away Come
With the sky and water
Everyone does his or her own thing, but there are thousands of solutions
That night of insomnia
Tossing and turning, I can’t hide from you. A glance
These years
I stumble on this string every day
Every day
In the picture where you want to be clear but still unclear
Wake up
Sleep
Until My feet touch the coolness again
Water
The warm south wind blows through the branches
White butterfly
You put My name is Gardenia and
I don’t know
You once had the name of a metasequoia
and a season where the light fades
I won’t say
I don’t have to say that I was once your kind
For a moment
The white secret penetrated you
When I sighed
Suddenly withered by your hand
Amin was in the cafe
Red light. Green light. Horns and car bells
Through the floor-to-ceiling windows
On the still faces
Creating a raging fire
Noise
Shine dimly
Eye
The unfathomable deep silence
The cup full of night
No A little heat
The bells of the Drum Tower chime slowly
One piece at a time
Stretching the boundless and boundless distance
The Crow Array of Time
p>Took away a woman in batches
The unknown crisis
Following the path of memory
Dense feather shadows
Reason does not believe when it comforts the heart
Everything will pass
Pain and loneliness
It could have been the theme of a certain night
But which night
belongs to oneself
The wanton incandescent lamp and indifferent eyes
cast reserve into a child
Ice sculpture
The soul and name longing to escape
Can't find a shadow to hide
The next day
The sun accompanies all of this
p>
Has slowly transformed into
pop songs
A style of playing
The trumpet is the light of the lonely house in the wilderness
The saxophone is like light and soft snowflakes
falling
layer after layer
The trumpet is bright and dark in the thin clouds
The saxophone In the pond
The sound of frogs was heard
The fireflies slightly bent the grass awns
The trumpet is a Chinese tallow tree in autumn
The saxophone was torn apart and surrounded by the whirling wind
The tree trunks raised their arms to pray to the sky for the final dance
The ground was stained with scarlet
The trumpet was suddenly uprooted
p>The saxophone uses the fog toe, the sound of the forest, and the charming deer herd
Climbing up the stairs
Climbing up the stairs
Trumpet Jumping out
The saxophone spreads across the ocean
Wave after wave
It’s all metallic sunshine
The trumpet flag is in sight
The saxophone has thousands of troops
The trumpet is desperate
Saxophone
Ah, the saxophone suddenly turned and became mute
The trumpet let itself fall into the abyss
Shattered into the echo of rain and pearls
The saxophone stood on the stone throat and howled
Slowly falling The sunset
I am here to replace you, sister
(Akhmatova)
"I am here to replace you, sister ,
Next to the bonfire in the high forest
Your hair is graying, your eyesight is declining, and your eyes are filled with tears.
You no longer remember the songs of birds, nor do you discover stars or lightning.
The beating of the tambourine is no longer heard,
And I know that you are afraid of silence. "
"You are here to bury me.
Where are your spades and shovels?
You only have the flute in your hands.
I won’t blame you.
My voice has long since stopped.
Is it still worth regretting?
Please put on my clothes,
forget about my worries,
let the wind ruffle my curly hair.
You exude the fragrance like lilac,
walking along the steep road,
in order to become the one who is illuminated. "
One goes, leaving room for the other
Make room, make room.
Staggering, like a blind man,
Walking on a strange and narrow path
She seemed to see everything, nearby
there was a tambourine in her hand. And she is like a white flag,
And she is like the light of a lighthouse.
1912
(Translated by Wang Jianzhao)