Recommend good old songs. Don't try to figure out what's in Dahe and Mocun. My mobile phone is full of his songs.

Lyrics: Part One

Composition/arrangement/harmony: There is only one piano.

Singing: NL Anyway

Later: again

Poster: Mo Dance

Autumn frost and autumn rain are thick.

The people across the river are also hazy.

Who cares?

Tread the river and chase the wind.

Cold moon and cold dew condensation

There are many shadows of laurel trees on the sleeves.

Get up at midnight

Suddenly a hundred feelings and a dream

Who is singing the intoxicated east wind on the stage

In the play, I suddenly lamented that life is a tower made of sand.

He watched the years melt away the past time.

Under the stage, only the shadow leans on the withered tung.

Who is singing the intoxicated east wind on the stage

There are many kinds of flowing water in the play.

He watched the misty rain obliterate the mountains and rivers.

What will he do under the umbrella?

The most ignorant

The second theme song of the radio drama "haggard east wind"

Lyrics: Part One

Composition/arrangement/harmony: There is only one piano.

Singing: NL Anyway

Later: again

Poster: Mo Dance

I don't know outside Yunshan

A few people hold swords and smile.

So the scenery is cold and the bells are cold.

Remember that sound is useless.

I didn't know it was such a night.

A few people listened to the cold branch.

Drink cold wine lightly.

Uneven old dreams

This is just a silent song.

But when you look back, it's not yesterday.

The dust of the past is like morning dew, and it is empty in a flash.

Qianbei doesn't know who to sue.

This is just a silent song.

But when you look back, it's not yesterday.

The people in the play are silly and don't know what to do.

I don't know who is with * * *

The most ignorant

The second theme song of the radio drama "haggard east wind"

Lyrics: Part One

Composition/arrangement/harmony: There is only one piano.

Singing: NL Anyway

Later: again

Poster: Mo Dance

Theme Song of "Fairy Tales Spend Money Hub"-"Painting Bone into Sand"

Composer: Sakura Nine

Arranger: breeze

Lyrics: Sakura Nine &; black cat

Mixed contraction: Mr. Fish singing/harmony: Sakura Nine Harmony Compilation: Sakura Nine Classification: Antique Album: Single Falling Flowers

Interdigital space

Who is wrong? Whose horizon?

Qian Shan sunset red

A lifetime of confusion

Who carved who in my heart?

This character depicts him again.

We can't keep him.

In exchange for another job.

However, it is quite different.

Shi San Tao Hua

Chengcheng Ashes

No one answered whose face burned this pool of loneliness.

Shaking reincarnation still can't tell this lingering.

This moment is in the palm of your hand, and the years are fading away.

The wind can't leave.

The bell listens to the dust.

Care all one's life

I can't see the end of your world.

Who is singing?

Break my heart

In a trance, the wind flowers turn white.

The afterlife is illusory.

Who is he?

Flowers flying all over the sky are just moments.

If the heart is dumb.

Why worry?

Secular world

Drunk dream a spring and summer.

Enjoy it for nine days without getting hurt or dying.

Broken arrow

Cut the string of endless lovesickness

What you can't get rid of is the rest of your vows.

Listen to the snow falling beside me.

I only saw the prosperous moments of the past collapse before my eyes. If you paint it again in the afterlife, will it become sand? Forget the river, I can't see your face.

How many defects did the marriage line suffer?

Sanshengshi made a wish he had thought about.

Carved on a bone, buried me yesterday.

hey

The wind will not leave.

clear

Guan Qing? The Old Dream of Mayflies

Old things in the world of mortals, ephemera floating, can be forgotten.

—— Teng Ping

Composer: Zero

Lyrics: Choose a song

Arranger: zero

Singing: Guan Qing

Harmony Writing: Again

Harmony: Guan Qing

Remix: Once again

Broken clouds are soaked, so take precautions for no reason.

The sky is blue, like his eyes.

Ningxiang is better than wine, and Yao Tao comes as promised.

Who seems to be waiting for, singing "Xizhou" slightly.

The last stop in front of the homeless,

The rivers and lakes are cold, but they are gentle for a moment.

After casting a parting glance,

He filled his sleeves with snow.

Butterflies with broken wings, bloody palms,

The more bitter the thorn, the more beautiful it is.

Broken flowers, dissipated fragrance,

Has the old dream of this ephemera been forgotten?

A scary thought leads to a long life.

After the cold rain, some guests wore mysterious clothes and light fur.

The smell of peach blossoms seeped into his throat.

Fang Fei is as old as ever, and string songs flow with the water.

Which pipeline is Xizhou?

He said that in this life, the prodigal son or Hou Qing,

I've been tied up for too long.

His smile is like rust on the blade,

Getting familiar and old.

Butterflies with broken wings, bloody palms,

The more bitter the thorn, the more beautiful it is.

Broken flowers, dissipated fragrance,

Has the old dream of this ephemera been forgotten?

A farewell sword, a split wound,

That moment was too short and too long.

Residual makeup, scattered lies,

Mayflies' old dreams may be forgotten.

A scary thought leads to a long life.

grieved

Kenzo Shaolin Buddha courtship

(Original song: Drunk Production: Xiaoxu Music Team)

Lyrics: Su Jin

Late stage: a carp

Singing: Ghost Moon

There is a strand of green hair on the edge of the wasteland.

The figure in the dream

Pale crimson lips, crisp voice.

Tea leaves the glass net.

May half-life practice be glorious.

Spend a period of peace.

What you said is inseparable.

The cup in your hand has long since stopped ringing.

Look at the beauty and break the dust.

The five elements of life are empty.

Give up greed, hatred and arrogance and become a Buddha.

Everyone will die.

Can't complain endlessly? Domineering: Jiangshanmou's selected songs: Bird's lyrics: Yan Liang's singing: Teresa Teng Nianbai: Tak Zhusang's remix: Tak Zhusang's singing: Looking at the great achievements of several generations of heroes in Jiangshan and Wan Li, how many generations have changed dynasties, how many times the smoke has revived, how many times the noise has been repeated, and how many times the serial moves have been made: Xiang Zhuang's sword held her breath, and Xuanwu turned into a bloody rain mutiny. At some point, he concealed his murderous look, pushed a cup for a change, was full of scheming and intrigue, and joked, hide the sword, always smiling, won thousands of miles on the stage. Looking back, it has changed again. Later, it was the first time to defeat the enemy and the first life-and-death struggle. It's the turn of the stars, it's the turn of the big things. It's the turn of the world. I sang: I went to the battlefield, the flowering period was destroyed, the blood was stained, and the wolf was full. I calmly put a lamp on the game and was responsible. It's hard to be suspicious, heartless, heartless and heartless. It is only a blink of an eye to let the history of history record thousands of generations. I mourn behind me. The wasteland of Wanli generation was buried everywhere, an emperor ascended the throne, and the bones were piled at the foot of the throne. This is a mistake. Tear down the bridge, take the ladder, steal the beam and replace the column, make a diversion, attack from afar, kill the short-bladed halberd soldiers to counter-plot, occupy the house, seize the machine, seize the fire, take advantage of the night, surprise and kill the enemy with all one's strength. So sing a song about an empty city. Who else can't understand the secret, get drunk in the army account, listen to the wind and rain all night, and then show off the common country? I am disappointed and lonely after competing all my life. I talked and laughed and won the battle of thousands of miles on the stage. Looking back, I changed the world. Later, I took the lead in defeating the enemy and worked my ass off. In times of crisis, the stars move three times, and I am fierce. I sang: I saw mountains and rivers, Wan Li's great plan, no sorrow, no joy, whoever saw all the intrigue, who tried everything. Who is profligate in life, who overlooks the vast land in the breeze, who is proud at the moment, who is singing, who is brave and fearless, and the blood on the iron clothes is vaguely empty, bearing the verdict of life and death? I also like potatoes and Mocun songs ~ I don't know what kind of songs you like, so I chose a few I like. Some singers' songs are also good: Dong Zhen, Guan Qing, Zhu Sang, Qi Ran, Danger, Han Mu, Xiao Queer, Orange Wing, only piano, NL Regardless, Broken Voice, Dongli, Xiao Ai's Mom, Ryutsuki, Ling Zhixuan and Perfect Sword Fairy. . . . . . You can go to 5sing to find their homepage space ~