"Rain Broken Jiangnan" has been quoted by many music groups to write lyrics and cover songs. The Rain Brokens Jiangnan·Ke Yuan
Original song: The Rain Broken Jiangnan Impression (work by "Mo Ming Qi Miao")
Composer: Hetu
Arranged: Diu Son
Lyrics written by: Xi Xi Xixi
Male: Whose bluestone is the only one to pity in the cold moonlight
The pearly light at the corner of the eaves continued and then broke off to form a full cup< /p>
She said that acquaintance was fate
He said that it was difficult to break up
Burn the night in the waning fishing fire
Female: Xueyue Temple of Fenghua Temple
Look at how many towers there are and how many times spring has arrived
The white sails on Taihu Lake are warm at the beginning and the water of Tianmu Lake is as blue as blue
Together: How many years have been blown away by the wind< /p>
Looking back and smiling
The bright moon has faded
That’s all in front of the flower bed that day
Red splashes
Holding hands Talking about the fate of life
Side by side at the bridge
Even the paper umbrellas were broken in the misty rainy day in Jiangnan
Male: Whose bluestone is the warmth of the moonlight flowing over
The rain has not dried yet, but the lovesickness continues again
If you don’t say that reunion is fate
If you don’t say that separation will be difficult
Tonight the wind and moon are gone, the fire is dim< /p>
Female: Don’t look back at the flowing water and the falling flowers
It’s better to exchange your time for light songs and wine companions
Several times of blooming mountain flowers
A few times the forest has been dyed with frost
The smoke and rain still lingers
Female: Fenghua Temple
Male: Xueyue Temple
Together: See how many towers there are and how many times spring is coming
The white sails on Taihu Lake are warm at the beginning and the water of Tianmu Lake is as blue as blue
Male: How many Chinese years have been blown away by the wind without saying a word (Female: blown away How Many Years)
Male: Looking back, the bright moon faded away with a smile (Female: The bright moon faded away with a smile)
Male: It’s just that the red color splashed in front of the flower stand that day, holding hands and talking about the fate of life (Female: Under the umbrella, it is said that fate in life cannot be covered)
Male: At the bridge (Female: This rain)
Female: Jiangnan is broken (Male: Jiangnan is broken) Original Music: Rain Broken Jiangnan Lyrics: July Ghost Vocal: Finger Poster: Youzai Poster: Xia Fengzhu
Copywriting: Ten years of life and death are blurred, without thinking, it will be unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, nowhere to say desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost. At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown with a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, and on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.
——The layman Dongpo has passed away, and has been longing for lovesickness for several years. Lyrics:
The moon cage and the window, without thinking, are unforgettable, suddenly remembering the old appearance in the past, looking at each other, and being speechless, crying, and not drunk all night. I haven’t slept for ten years, I have been separated for ten years, I have only seen my beloved alone for thousands of miles. I can’t help but feel the strong wind and wrinkle my temples. I sigh with emotion, not holding hands with each other. There is not a word in the thousand poems, just like the old days when I woke up from a dream and climbed up to the moon in the sky alone. I haven't touched the pen in the building, the bright moon shines in the night, and the pine hills are separated by several lives and deaths. I put pen to paper and become sad. We meet again with heartbreak. We can only look at each other. Mo Cheng is stained with sorrow and tears. Ten years of separation and ten years of cold. I have only seen her alone for thousands of miles. Beside the solitary tomb, the solemn wind blows and wrinkles my temples. I sigh with emotion. I have not held my hand for a long time. There is not a word in the thousand poems. I am still like my old face, dreaming of the moon. I am alone in the sky. I climb the old building alone. My pen has not moved. The bright moon reflects the night. The pines are separated by a few days. Rebirth and death are boundless. After writing the pen, we mourned and we met again with heartbreak. We had to look at each other. Mo Cheng shed a few tears of sadness, and Mo Furong knew that life and death were still thousands of miles apart. She was only accompanied by lovesickness. No tears were shed in the grave. For a long time, lovesickness was not drunk, but it was already regretful. For a long time, I remembered this hate. The End of Time Lyrics: Ye Leng Ting Xuan Music: Rain Broken Jiangnan·Impression Singing: Bingxian
The green silk thread traveling through the past thousands of years cannot pass through this sentiment of attachment that has not changed in the past life. The sound of the flute is far away thousands of miles away, the ice toad on top of the jade screen, the cloud sleeves, attracting the wind and smoke. Three lives of obsession, only the feeling of fate is deep and shallow. Swinging in the nine days and dancing with you, passing the fleeting time, swapping wings, murmuring lovesickness, stumbling over the Yao jade rainbow, illusory ice flowers flying* **Looking at the fallen stars, staring at the broken eyes, fingers flying like stars, turning over the cold moon, shining on thousands of mountains, smiling cleverly, looking forward in an instant, everything is blown away by the wind
Drinking in the Forgotten River, I can’t forget the sour words in my heart, lingering in my lonely heart, sighing for my old friend Leaning alone on the railing, my temples turned into silk, no one tied up, drinking frost and dew, soaking in the flowing mist, filled with incense, watching the sky high, floating clouds, the light green silk thread has traveled through the past thousands of years, but it can't pass through this sentiment, which has not changed in the past life. Thousands of miles away, the ice toad on the top of the jade screen, the cloud sleeves attract the wind and smoke. Three lives of obsession, only the feeling of fate is shallow, swinging for nine days, dancing with you, dancing and passing through the years. Tears are speechless, the sight is frozen, the determination is made, only the shadow is floating, but the bright moon cannot bear to be round tonight. I hope that as time goes by, you can remember my face in your heart. Composer: He Tu, Lyrics: Zhuang Zhu
Dab lightly in ink, and a piece of paper blurs away the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. You once walked past my door and gave me back my old umbrella. I have written a thousand words, and you said I wrote poems and painted fans, and the crabapples outside the window smiled at us.
On the broken bridge, by the West Lake, I sigh that the towers of the Southern Dynasties have passed through thousands of years. Let's fly kites hand in hand, listen to the wind caressing the strings of the piano, and cover our faces by smelling flowers. Side by side, I can tell you how much love there is in the world. In the blink of an eye, the past is like yesterday, but the fate of the past is cut off. The door is wrong, can we meet again in the dream? There is no such tenderness, and all my thoughts are buried in the misty rainy days in the south of the Yangtze River.
The ink is hard to stick to, and a piece of paper brings together the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. I left the book alone, thinking about your features. The mountain remains slightly cold, the lights dim, and the few sounds of rain are blown away by the wind. Looking back, there is no one on the ancient road and the moon is clear. But in the next life, I am afraid that I will forget the appearance of this life. How much sadness there is, how much sadness there is, the wind and moon only change with the changes of personnel.
On the broken bridge, by the West Lake, I sigh that the towers of the Southern Dynasties have passed through thousands of years. Let's fly kites hand in hand, listen to the wind caressing the strings of the piano, and cover our faces by smelling flowers. Side by side, I can tell you how much love there is in the world. In the blink of an eye, the past is like yesterday, but the fate of the past is cut off. The door is wrong, can we meet again in the dream? There is nothing like this,
A piece of Jiangnan.
Music: Hetu "Rain Broken Jiangnan"
Lyrics: Jinxuan Tianxuan Pentatone Ancient Music Society
Singer: Jiuyou Mingling
Later period: Jiuyou Mingling
Planning: Night Dynasty
As the world goes by, the shadows of dreams are still unspoken, the clear eyes are filled with tears and sorrow, and the sand is passing by, and I swear with my bare hands that the world is far away. , only a piece of paper is left to remember the youth, looking at the sunset, the clouds are silent, no words are spoken, the frowning eyebrows are as cold as snowflakes, the sorrow is broken, the passing jianjia recalled the cinnabar between the eyebrows, the dream is far away, only a long word is left in the sky, unforgettable under the moon, how can I forget We meet after strangers, don't we know each other? The cold rain makes people cry, the cold wind blows, the world is far away, and the people are far away. In a moment, the nostalgia is uproariously annihilated, and the ruthless collapse ruins the fireworks. Half of the life is in vain, and disappears. , the two have been separated for ten years in the vastness ----- Looking at the sunset, the beautiful clouds have not uttered a word, and the frowning eyebrows are also as cold as snowflakes. The grief has broken, and the passing jianjia recalled the cinnabar between the eyebrows. The dream is far away, and only a long word is left in the sky. Forget, how can we forget that we met after strangers, old friends we don’t know each other, no matter how cold the rain falls in the sky, the cold wind is mute, we are far away from the end of the world, only this heart is left in a moment, the nostalgia is annihilated, the ruthless collapse, the fireworks are in vain in an instant In this moment, even if thousands of people are far away, even if they miss you and shed tears, this heart will remain in this moment. The nostalgia will be annihilated, and the ruthless collapse will be in vain. The fireworks will be lamented by the frost, and the desolate song: Rain breaks in the south of the Yangtze River.
Words: There is no ancient righteous man. The sound of the yamen flute is cold. Who can look for it in the moonlight?
A piece of bamboo branches drifting away, the wind and rain have already crossed the river
It is clear that Wu Yue Xishan
It is like the south of Luoyang City
I know it for two generations to see each other
Sitting and talking with you
Let the emperor change his clothes In the dry room of Zen
The green of the Three Gorges has spread all over Chang'an, and the chess set has been in chaos
How many ancient scrolls have been turned over under the green lamp
It is difficult to describe the dream with words and pens Hua Nian
Huafa Cangyan Jianghu
How can we meet each other after twelve years without any reason
This story has been passed down
Thousands of years later They are all buried in front of the Sansheng Stone
The sound of the flute lingers in the distance, and it is difficult to turn around and stop singing
Whoever sighs at the time, who sighs at separation and separation, and sighs again are all fate
Why does it take years to meet again< /p>
It’s better to forget to say goodbye
Don’t look back even though it’s already the end of spring
The moon is full and you can see across the long mountains and far away water
And From singing and from indulging in tears, the green shirt
Tomorrow I will paint a boat and sleep in the rain
Yesterday, Qutang Chuoyan
Look back and say goodbye to this misty Jiangnan
Who is contemptuous and who is cold-eyed
Ask the mustard seed Na Xumi Qing Kuang how many times
Three Gorges Green has spread all over Chang'an Chess has been in chaos and vicissitudes of life
The blue lamp turns down How many ancient scrolls have been passed
It is difficult to write about the Chinese years in dreams
Amidst the rivers and lakes
How can we meet each other after twelve years of waiting without words< /p>
This story has been passed down
Thousands of years later, it was buried in front of the Sansheng Stone
Note: The allusion to the Sansheng Stone comes from "Ganze Ballad·Yuanguan" by Yuan Jiao of the Tang Dynasty. Title of the song: Rain Broken Jiangnan·Impression
Lyrics: Mission Mysterious Sound
Lyric concept: In a love, if the lover finally gets married, everyone will be happy; but often the love that is unforgettable is not With incomplete regretful beauty. Love has been pursued by people since ancient times. Love in this life is destined to be destined in the next life. However, people will always forget that maybe in the time and space of the afterlife, they are just passers-by A and B who don't know each other.
The fate of dreams, the floating memories of years.
Looking at the peach blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, drunk and watching the spring breeze, how many times are idle
Chaoge strings have not slept all night, and a song of farewell has fallen on my fingertips
Laughing and asking the sky why I have no chance to see you in this life. ?
Destiny arises and fate perishes. It’s hard to find your face in the weak water.
The moon before the flower. It’s hard to be a perfect person. Why complain?
Like a flower, a dream is cut off and choked with tears
The smile is as shallow as a shadow and soul pen carved between my eyebrows
Who can pity the dim and mundane beauty whose shadow is far away?
Suddenly it feels like I see you smiling again in the Peach Blossom Spring.
The murmuring notes linger in my ears
It still seems like I was laughing and rejoicing yesterday
Spring Breeze Pity Autumn Moon, a few desolate poems that make my heart ripple.
Is it possible for Zai Wentian to look back to the past?
The dream is ruined and the floating world has been sinking for hundreds of years, and the heart is tired
Looking at the shore of Naihe Bridge from a distance
Life and death are connected to each other, and life and death are dependent on the blue spring
The way of heaven says that heaven does not order one to choose oneself
Three thousand fates are born and fate is destroyed, and it is difficult to find your face in the weak water
Why is it difficult to find your face in front of the flower and the moon? Why should I complain?
Bai: There are three thousand words in my dream, and I keep thinking about it. I know I have no chance in this life
How can I seek love in the next life? "Rain Broken Jiangnan"
Composer: Hetu
Lyrics: finale
The spring breeze comes late in Beiyuan
The cold moon shines on my dream I most recall the lotus flowers in the south of the Yangtze River. Thousands of miles of rivers are as green as blue. Accompanied by sweethearts and smiles. Seeing so much mist and rain and so many terraces. How many unforgettable old dreams linger. The young man said that he was granted the title of Marquis. The cup of wine will not stay for a long time. We meet again in the dream. We are old and marching for half our lives. Who is looking at thousands of sails from a high building? In the past ten years, the ups and downs of the yellow beam dream are like keeping a cup of bamboo leaves drunk with hibiscus. Everything will go away with the wind and rain. The dream is broken by the rain in the south of the Yangtze River. How many mist and rain are hidden in the tower. Unforgettable. Who is Zhengan? Who is watching the thousands of sails in the high building? How many layers of eyes are there? The tide on the pillow in the county pavilion in the distance is still missing. Where was the heroic sacrifice to the blue sky? Where is the lonely night and the passing rain in the south of the Yangtze River
Composer: River Map
Lyrics: Yi Bing Ding
It is said that red beans were originally born in the South
The river also dyes the acacia blue
The rain washes the fragrant flowers more brilliantly
How many towers are faintly visible
Clothes fluttering as they come to the bank of the broken bridge
The two are destined to stand side by side
The story of borrowing an umbrella has been passed down for thousands of years
< p>Who looks at Guifan on the bank of the willowsWu Yu’s words are also euphemistic
I look at each other with the mountains and rivers
We fall in love
In the mist and rain of the south of the Yangtze River
How many legends are touching
Lingering in the wind and rain of the Tang Dynasty
Going to and from the beautiful mountains and rivers
After the mist and rain today
The bright moon will return in the Ming Dynasty
The dreams of loquats shaking branches are dimmed
The rain of bananas is pattering in my ears
I and the mountains and rivers look at each other in two pairs
Two pairs fall in love with each other "Rain Broken Jiangnan"
Composer: Hetu Original Lyrics: Zhuo Wenjun Modification: Jiangnan Selang Singer: The gentle breeze blows and I read: The idle flowers chase the water, and the smoke and willows are flying. When I revisit my old place, the fragrance comes with me, and the plum blossoms turn into tears. When I hear the flute, my heart is intoxicated, and my heart is saddened by the music. Who can Drizzle Wet Clothes talk to? Everything has changed. Sing: After a farewell, the two places are longing for each other. It is said to be March and April. Who knows it is the year 56? I have no intention to play the lyre and the eight-line calligraphy cannot be passed down. The nine chain links are broken with tears. The ten-mile long pavilion is broken with eyes filled with all kinds of resentment and all kinds of hate. I have no choice but to miss you. There are so many words to express that I am bored, relying on the railing, leaving the cross stitch on the edge of the bed, which is not fully embroidered. Nine times, I climbed high and looked at the lonely wild goose in the distance. I didn’t realize that the tears have faded. In August, the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is full, and people are not round. I am speechless, and I am speechless. In the middle of July, I burn incense, hold candles, and ask the sky. I met in June. In the dog days of May, the pomegranates bloom in April, the loquats turn yellow in March, the peach blossoms show their delicate smiles, and in February, the kite string breaks, and I miss you so much: The bamboo shadows are colorful, outside the window of the moon cave. The curtain rolls in the west wind, and the dream is broken. I miss you several times. His eyebrows are clear and his hair is white at the temples. It is difficult to wipe away tears by the pen and lamp, what kind of person do you think you are? Looking at the long pavilion for ten miles, I want to see through all kinds of resentment, all kinds of hate, all kinds of helplessness, I can't express my thoughts to you in thousands of words, I am bored, leaning on the railing, leaving the cross stitch on the edge of the bed, which has not been fully embroidered. The circle is speechless, swallowing in half-July, burning incense, holding candles, asking the sky, June encountering the dog days, May pomegranate flowers, April loquats turning yellow, March peach blossoms smiling beautifully, February the kite string is broken, I miss you