Ci·Jiumen Memories

Singing: Wise Words Qingge

One song Dingzhonglou

One glance is half a lifetime's work

All I see is the treacherous clouds

Once you enter this door, you won’t look back

There is no need to declare it with your mouth

I will bow down to the stormy clouds again. The shabby place

Reunited again

The actor has many autumns

A pitiful place with deep love

Everyone in the house is wearing old clothes

The story of Huangquan has no end

The drama is hard to control

After a change, it starts again

Only the most important thing cannot be left in this world

Drama: Wandering into Tianjia by mistake

Persuading Yu to put down the sand in his hands

He opened his mouth to sing but his voice became mute

Pink-faced and robed, he pretended< /p>

Pity Yu Lai'an and sit down

Don't dare to touch the tea in front of the Buddha

Just be a mortal and go to the snow, moon and wind and flowers

Bypass Rouge Tower

Unknotted Hair Buttons

It is all about the deep love that lasts forever

Once you enter this door, you will never look back

No need to declare it In the mouth

I looked into the mirror to cover up the dilapidation of the storm

The monument is old

The actor has many autumns

A pitiful love Deep in the past

Everyone in the house is wearing old clothes

The story of Huangquan has no end

The drama is hard to control

After a change, it starts again

I just say that the most important thing is not to be left in this world

Walking into Tianjia by mistake

Persuading Yu to put down the sand in my hand

Send the man to fight in the street Horse

The story of the end of a talented man and a beautiful woman

I have to swallow it with pity

I can’t ask for tea in front of the Buddha

Only three inches of soil are left. Moon Flower

"Ci·Jiumen Memories" is a song produced by the original music team of Miaoyu Qingge. It is based on "February Red Chapter" from the short story collection "Old Nine Doors" by Uncle San of the Southern School. Original musical works on the subject.

This article is inspired by the short story collection of Lao Jiumen, February Red. The article coincides with the birthday of Er Erhong, who lost his wife two years ago. He is in a place of laughter, but he still only wants to take a bite. The familiar noodle soup, if after a few years, the friends around me gradually disperse, the sadness no longer seems to be scattered in the corners of the room, but even the breathing will carry the past.

Past love, past righteousness, past love and hatred of family and country are all integrated into the play. There is no regret or resentment, only a little regret, just a little.