The Original Scenery Lyrics of Hometown

The Original Scenery of Hometown, formerly known as the Original Scenery of Hometown, is a work by Japanese Tao Di master Zong Cilang. Through Tao Di's fresh and melodious music, this paper expounds his feelings for all things in nature and mountains and rivers.

The lyrics of the original scenery in my hometown have the following versions.

Soft time version

-the original scenery of my hometown.

The breeze evokes distant memories.

A few clouds decorate the green of life.

The earliest breath passes through the moving beauty.

So that's the beauty.

Hometown ~ ~ ~ So-Hometown

The most beautiful place in my heart

The pace of leaving home is gradually drifting away.

Simple local accent is still clear.

-

The golden wheat waves inspire the bumper harvest land.

Song of the years and praise of the harvest season

A long time has sealed colorful legends.

Autumn waters are endless.

Hometown ~ ~ ~ So-hometown.

The warmest heaven in my sleep

Over the years, thousands of turns.

Endless yearning for a lifetime.

-

Mother's concern overlooks the dawn.

Yan Zhen, who is far away from home, sent a message to the wanderer to relieve the interest.

The smoke from the kitchen chimney gives off warm thoughts.

Buildings depend on each other vertically and horizontally.

The breeze evokes distant memories.

A few clouds decorate the green of life.

The earliest breath passes through the moving beauty.

The original beauty is still there.

Zhangban

Lyrics: Zhang

Dreaming softly in rainy autumn

Quiet as the wind, drunk as wine.

You are speaking with a local accent.

Warm as you, naive as me.

What's the moonlight like in the morning?

An old friend who said goodbye at my window.

Sudden pursuit of disappearing figure

It's the life we've been to one after another.

Blue river and white clouds swim lightly.

The flute sounds like water and clear as a song.

Catkin gently falls sad.

Yan Wu is like your eyes, just like me.

When was that withered flower?

The branches and leaves are stained with loneliness.

Accidentally staring at the original scenery

Only a smiling look back.

Chinese version

Musical instrument: C key 12 hole Tao Di.

Composer: Japanese Tao Di Zong Cilang.

Lyrics: Xu Guangzhong

Pieces of acacia trees along the river

I miss you with the wind.

A trickle of love is as perfect as a fountain.

The faint sound of the flute haunts the cliffs of the valley.

Who will the fallen trees and dead leaves of Sasha Vujacic float to?

Looking back, I suddenly reflected Xia Hong.

The setting sun is like blood.

Her smile is as beautiful as a flower.

Yan Yan's red sun floats on the long river.

The bright moon shines on the lake.

Qing Qing si Lian Lian Xiang

The sound of the piano moistens the soul.

Where will the geese flying south stay tonight?

The person in the dream looks sad.

Under the leadership of Chen Juan

Stop and watch.

Pieces of acacia trees along the river

I miss you with the wind.

A trickle of love is as perfect as a fountain.

The faint sound of the flute haunts the cliffs of the valley.

Yan Yan's red sun floats on the long river.

The bright moon shines on the lake.

Qing Qing si Lian Lian Xiang

The sound of the piano moistens the soul.

—— Written in 65438 Xu Guangzhong on October 20th, 2007/KLOC-0.

Note: This lyric was selected for the first Liangzhu Cup Global Chinese Love Poetry Competition.

Autumn evening edition

Word: forest fire ghost cloud

Song: the original scenery of my hometown

Wan Li autumn, draw a thoughtfully.

Light a lamp, walk alone, and worry about leaving other sounds

Snow stains the temples, and the years are like clouds.

Blue is muddy, and photos are lonely.

There is no place to look for the future outside the green hills of my hometown (sneaking around)

Who will come with me?

Wear the same clothes as your son, and live and die together.

Plain clothes was surprised. She smiled like a bell.

Seeing me off at the ferry, I covered my tears and urged every word.

Wake up in the middle of the night and miss you.

The atrium was empty, empty and smiling.

Iraqis are thousands of miles away, and the lonely window (cold) is bright to the moon.

I would like to accompany her for the rest of my life and never degenerate again.

The harp is in the imperial palace, and the years are quiet.

He Chun Jingming was still a young man.

Birds chase clouds and look at the boundless sky beyond the mountain.

In Huang Liang's dream, I was intoxicated with flowers.

Wading to the shore, Chunhua will be exhausted.

The grass is wilting, but it's desolate now.

How many years have passed and how many dreams have been awakened.

The Iraqis are old, and the fireworks in their hometown are brilliant.

The grass is full of Tianjin and buried in the path.

Fallen leaves return to their roots, episode edition

Word: Xu

Song: the original scenery of my hometown

Bridges flowing water, filled with the breath of Yuan Ye.

Tears of raindrops streamed down the eaves of the thatched cottage.

The wheat waves in the field, the fragrance of the earth.

The setting sun is picturesque.

Young people who grew up in mountain villages, where is your home?

Climb a mountain and cross a deep stream.

It's far away, just looking back.

Long life, ups and downs are inevitable.

Enthusiasm, maybe wrong.

Where to go, pursue distant memories.

In my dream at night, I was worried.

Twenty years of sleepless nights, gray hair.

Walking in the mountain village, dancing in the forest.

The deceased is like a song, only melancholy.

Bridges flowing water, filled with the breath of Yuan Ye.

Tears of raindrops streamed down the eaves of the thatched cottage.

The wheat waves in the field, the fragrance of the earth.

The setting sun is picturesque.

A wisp, as usual.

Back to my hometown, I am song for you.

Starry moonlight, how much hope.

Think about the future, just for my hometown.