Who has a song sung by an ancient male voice? Similar to harmony, no lyrics.

Song: Hanjiang snow

Word: unparalleled

Singing: A cigarette &; Fierce player

Mixed: a fierce player

Inscription: the famous flower doesn't know words, so it's heartless and moving.

(Poor White House beauty in the cold snow)

Ying die chun Hua

It's all because of your departure. This product is the original words.

It is romantic for fairies to linger on earth.

All tactfulness in the world is a joke.

Remember a teenager and never forget the lost years.

Don't blame the whole city for laughing at people who are crazy.

The thin shadow is full of sentimental resentment.

It will take another year to solve this problem.

Make-up, cover eyebrows and eyes, and be a teenager.

Sigh that things are different here.

Who will play the romantic life?

Look back, meet, smile and say goodbye.

Peach blossom has bright eyes and a smile on her face, singing the feelings of human life and death.

Sitting alone in makeup, watching the flowers wither.

It is romantic for fairies to linger on earth.

All tactfulness in the world is a joke.

Remember a teenager and never forget the lost years.

Don't blame the whole city for laughing at people who are crazy.

The thin shadow is full of sentimental resentment.

It will take another year to solve this problem.

Make-up, cover eyebrows and eyes, and be a teenager.

Sigh that things are different here.

Who will play the romantic life?

Look back, meet, smile and say goodbye.

Peach blossom face, bright eyes, smiling, singing the life and death of love

Sitting alone in makeup, watching the flowers wither.

Together: drama is like life, but how can it be romantic for whom all your life?

Look back, meet, smile and say goodbye.

Peach blossom has bright eyes and a smile on her face, singing the feelings of human life and death.

Sitting alone in makeup, watching the flowers wither.

Sitting alone in makeup, watching the flowers wither.

Sitting alone in makeup, watching the flowers wither.

Xiyan

Lyrics: Wuzi

Composition/Arrangement: Sparkling Poems

Singing/harmony: HITA

Opera cavity: Wang Meng

Combination: Jia

Poster: Scenery

After the first frost, it is ground into half a stack of ink.

Listen to the separation and combination in your story.

Dark red wax solidified in the corner of the paper roll.

That folder is about you and me.

Tired of the first snow on the Spring Bridge

On the topic of thin clothes, San Qian said a few words.

Take a glass of wine and lie down under the eaves.

Listen to a song, sleep and return from the original boat.

Drunk, tasting, smelling, dreaming of me.

Under the condition that the pear flower slightly rotates before deviating.

Regain your mind and sing vulgar love.

Break the moon hanging on the hem of the sleeve

The drum is not full.

Disturb your dreams and listen to jokes when you wake up.

Detergent bronze mirror

Long notes and short sighs, and one end is scattered.

Which one loves me really looks good?

Long street paper feeding and pen and ink

Yuan Dao Bai Lu Nong Pei jun Yan

First-class bamboo slips like fighting in a humble room

Sitting opposite is better than carving a jade diaphragm.

Xue Jun is holding a pen.

Give me an inch square space, let me laugh and splash ink when I wake up.

It's a good thing I didn't say anything

It's hard to know that I once drew a surname.

Why don't you point your eyebrows in the mirror?

Meet for the first time on stage and off stage

The bow and stern were silent.

Spend one's life outside the play.

Affectionate and pretend to be heartless

The drum is not full.

Disturb your dreams and write a joke when you wake up.

Detergent bronze mirror

The scene fell behind with a sigh and refused to return it.

Xue Jun is holding a pen.

It's still a square inch, and it's very light in your arms.

It's a good thing I didn't say anything

Know that I once copied a pen and left it on the edge of Tan.

The residual fragrance of ink gathers alone.

You can't see through the fog in your dreams.

Talk to you about the separation and integration in traditional Chinese opera

The snuff solidified on the corner of the paper roll.

Taiben and suddenly got a fright.

Thirty-eight years of summer, solstice.

Hulili

Song/Singing: River Map

Grass at sunset.

Half-city willow half-tone flute

Waste green wax as ruby.

No room full of memories.

Time goes back and forth.

[00:38.29] The inclined screen is half inclined to lengthen the light and shadow.

The thick colored vermicelli is mottled.

A drunken farce.

A suit dyed with red dust.

[00:49.42] After the West Chamber, who is looking forward to this life?

The shadow under the lamp whitewashes the memory.

The old record player is full of ideas.

A yellow and wrinkled letter.

[0 1:02.34] Draw an eyebrow angle with a pen.

Coloratura is full of old songs.

A few sighs were covered by the fragrance of clothes and temples.

[0 1: 15.74] I watched several neon parting scenes coldly.

My love, when you ride on a bamboo horse, he is still performing.

He is still wearing that dress with flowers and plants folded together.

He is still immersed in that distant dream.

[0 1:46.23] Sleep quietly with clothes on, regardless of the morning and evening.

[0 1:53.79]

The shadow under the lamp whitewashes the memory.

The old record player is full of ideas.

A yellow and wrinkled letter.

A pen for drawing eyebrows.

Coloratura is full of old songs.

A few sighs were drowned out by the smell of clothes and temples.

I watched several neon parting scenes coldly.

My love, he is still playing your game of riding a bamboo horse.

He is still wearing that fancy dress.

He is still immersed in that distant dream.

Sleep quietly with your clothes on, regardless of the morning and evening.

He performed a drama in which the joys and sorrows were not harmonious.

Candlelight flickered everywhere.

He shook down the flowers, waiting for someone to remember.

The people who sent away their dreams have not dispersed.

Who else will accompany me to watch this old play?

Who else will stop for me and accompany me like clothes? ...

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