An ancient song that is very popular on Douyin is "Pipa Xing".
"Pipa Song" is an ancient song sung by Yang Jiao. It is written by Xu Xiaodan and composed by Ao Yi. It is a New Year's song dedicated to the fans by Yang Jiao as the Year of the Monkey is approaching. "Pipa Xing" is a very representative song among Douyin's top ten background music in 2019. To be honest, hearing this song is still a little sentimental for the graduating friends. The super ancient rhythm makes the sense of substitution It's also great.
Song lyrics: The night is hazy, the moonlight is thick on the palace wall, the strings of the piano are broken, I cherish it with tears, I go upstairs alone without a trace, my homeland is in the clouds and water, my hometown is far away, I say farewell to Chang'an dream, it is late in the cold winter, I am lonely in the desert Smoke and wind, the smile is too hasty, the wind and sand are turbulent, the sleeves of the pipa are red, I can't distinguish your trace in the past, the Han Palace is still singing, the Han army flag is waving, since ancient times, there are several people returning to the war, the huqin sings sadly at night, The people here are haggard and haggard, and the wind and sand are blowing.
Background of song creation
The aristocratic girl Zhaojun conquered the country and the city. Her pipa song moved the world, and she and the young general cherished each other. The general stopped in front of Zhaojun's room many times and watched Zhaojun play and sing from a distance. Although they had a good understanding of each other, they always looked at each other through the curtain. Just when the general wanted to approach Zhaojun, the battle report from the frontier came and the military situation became urgent. The general had to put aside his children's personal relationship and rush to the battlefield. Zhaojun waited patiently alone.
Who knows, what awaits is not the good news of the Han family's victory, but the crisis of the country's collapse. For the sake of peace between the two countries, Zhaojun dressed up solemnly as a princess and married her relatives far away. Before leaving, I climbed up to the pavilion of the Han Palace and saw the moonlight shining brightly and the sound of the pipa strings condensing. She bid farewell to her motherland and embarked on the long journey out of the country. Stroking the mottled ancient city wall outside the Great Wall, I lamented that this long stretch of desolate grass and dead bones has been filled with countless battles since ancient times.