Ask for some music of Xianxia's ancient love.

I love Xian Xia's ancient songs. I don't know if anyone likes it, but it is updated irregularly.

; Because Haixiu doesn't like packaged singers and likes to find some songs sung by less famous or unpopular singers online, maybe the production effect of these online singers is not so good, but they sing their favorite songs with their hearts, which I believe everyone can feel.

Ancient wind lyrics fairy tale fox dream

Author's words: It is said that foxes can become demons after a hundred years' practice, but the newborn foxes have no demon power. It took the devil another hundred years to get a tail, then another hundred years to get a tail, and so on, until nine hundred years to fix eight tails. However, Kyubi no Youko in the Millennium is different. It is difficult to be immortal. At the end of last century, if foxes want to become immortals, they must realize a wish of others, but at the cost of losing their demon power, so many foxes have died for thousands of years. But are those foxes who meet good people and become immortals really happy? As the saying goes ... The tenth fox can get an unknown love if he doesn't die for a thousand years, so sad or happy. See you next life. This is the first song that Xia wrote for me, and it is also his first attempt to write lyrics. Summer thanks. Special thanks for being with Gongjie Chen again ~ It's awesome at the end of my studies. ~ I am intoxicated. I hope you like it!

Lyrics/Copy: Natsume

Singing/Harmony: Qingyi

Later: again

Poster: Sexy Fairy

Nianbai: Gongjie Chen/Qingyi

Nianbai (Fox): I am a fox. I was a demon for a hundred years, and then I followed suit for a hundred years. After 1000 years, it finally came to fruition. But the hundred-year cycle is not endless. This ... is my last hundred years.

When you are lonely, generations should not make mistakes.

I only believe that I will not lie alone in my life.

Full of spots and eyes, I'll tell you when I get back.

When does reincarnation stop?

Stay scattered, stay broken, and stay sick for a hundred years.

Let me have your brilliant life.

The heart is as clear as a star, and the mood is like a cloud.

Don't wait for me, I'll never live.

I've spent my whole life wondering who was wrong.

I wonder if you will still hurt my heart in despair.

My thoughts are still scattered, but my heart is broken.

I am drunk tonight, and I am one year old.

Nianbai (Fox): I am a fox with eight tails. I want to live forever and be with heaven and earth. At the end of the century, I will realize one of your wishes and I will get the last one. But the price of realizing my wish is my magic. I ... What should I do?

Nianbai (male): Although you are only a demon, you are sincere to me. At the end of the century, I want to make your way soar! If you break this oath, it will be destroyed and you will never live again.

Finally dispersed, finally broken, and the last hundred years became a disaster.

Let me have your brilliant life.

My heart is like a star, my heart is like a cloud.

I just want you to keep me. I don't want to miss it.

Make a wish and let me stay!

I've spent my whole life wondering who was wrong.

I wonder if you will still hurt my heart in despair.

My thoughts are still scattered, but my heart is broken.

I'm not drunk tonight, but I'm one year old again.

It's my fault that I've lived my whole life.

I know what makes me desperate and heartbroken

Still, I hope you don't talk to the gods.

Drunk and dreaming, I can't sleep anymore.

Nianbai (person): Don't cry, I'm dead, I'll give you the last one.

Laying sheep was released on 2011-12-1315: 00: 00.

Word: Qingfengcuo

Song: Dream Mountain Villa

Sing: Tsing Yi

Late stage: HITA

Poster: Qingyi

When the pen, ink, paper and inkstone are warm, the light clouds first emerge from the cave.

Silhouettes break autumn waters, and youth is exhausted.

If you ask where it looks like years.

If it is romantic, it will go with the dust.

A string of Qing songs, as long as the knife is light, not beautiful.

Lead a lifetime of smoke.

The spring diaphragm does not cover the sleeve tilt.

I can't finish painting.

Forget you who can't see clearly on the shore of Sichuan.

And the youthful and frivolous past of living in Maheshan.

Farewell thousands of miles.

The breeze is no longer poetic.

I used to talk nonsense when I was young.

Today is like a smile.

Leave half a bottle of misty rain and dream a hundred times.

A few years ago, I was young and frivolous, drunk and dreaming, with no regrets.

The yard is full of western flowers.

Man cheng Rui Xiang die future

Who laughs if the castle peak is not worn?

A few years in the world is hard.

Qian Qiu-Jin Fu Hanhai

I can't lift my clothes.

The building left by your soul.

Empty view of flowers and zero prosperity and silence

What does the moon look like on the same day?

A canoe, a leaf, a bridge, a river, and then

Thousands of winds flow into the drawing paper and melt into a pool.

I can't finish painting.

Forget you who can't see clearly on the shore of Sichuan.

And the youthful and frivolous past of living in Maheshan.

Farewell thousands of miles.

The breeze is no longer poetic.

A few times, I was young and frivolous.

I can't lift my clothes.

The building left by your soul.

Empty view of flowers and zero prosperity and silence

What does the moon look like on the same day?

A canoe, a leaf, a bridge, a river, and then

Thousands of winds flow into the drawing paper

"My son is back, Feng Huang Yu Fei."

(The son of Yu Gui, a common sentence in the Book of Songs, found in Yao Tao, Han Guang, Yan Yan, Dongshan, etc. , refers to a woman getting married; Feng Huang Yu Fei in The Book of Songs? Daya？ Volume A is often used to wish people a happy marriage. This song is about a man and a woman who grew up together. The woman married someone else, and the man was addicted to the past. )

Qu: Jun Bai

Word: wild field

Original song: Qingyi

Late stage: Wang Miao

Qin Ying Lu Man Tang Ke Ying Men

Turn a deaf ear to the sound of gongs and drums

The red tassel horseshoe disease is shallow, and the moonlight dusk is an auspicious time to welcome guests.

Liang Mantang burns flowers and candles.

Like a dream, the fragrance is overflowing.

Cover your head and hang tassels. Walk lightly and gracefully.

The wedding is happy, but my eyes are blurred.

The candlelight flickered as before.

In my previous childhood, there was no speculation and no regret.

Who is it now? A crowned official robe

Who is the moon in the cup thin for?

Who will rot in the dream?

In the alley in the drizzle, you used to lean against the door and look back, but you smelled your childhood.

Let bygones be bygones, maybe you have forgotten.

Drunk tonight, but I remember-

A child smiled and made a promise around the red line between his fingers.

The wedding is happy, but who made the wish?

The original enmity is not long.

Commitment is too fragile, memory is too persistent.

A pot of wine, no words to drink.

The ceremony turned into a full house to see off new people.

Loud laughter is deaf and unheard of.

The wine is still warm and drunk. Woke up a few minutes later, freezing.

An inch of candle turns to ash, and a word of incense turns to sorrow.

A thousand turns in my heart

Full moon, 10% loss. Flowers bloom and fall.

The taste is speechless

I have to close my eyes and close the picture of my memory.

How much is buried? Look around.

A thousand words are broken, and I can only hope that it-

Yes, son Huang.