What are the classic songs in Hetu?

Hetu belongs to Qubu and is a member of the famous original ecological ancient music group "Momou". All-round talents who are responsible for composing, arranging, playing erhu, electric guitar and singing. Cover songs are all released with the ID of "Fireworks". Today, I live in Huaihua, Hunan physically and Cambodia spiritually. The singing style is unique, and the voice is clean and magnetic, which is very distinctive. This topic will introduce ten classic ancient songs of Hetu. ?

First, "give everything to the world"

Hetu's masterpiece, Mo Miao's masterpiece and even the masterpiece of the ancient wind circle, its gorgeous lyrics and moving melody are still lamenting. ?

A blood-stained painting is not as good as a cinnabar between your eyebrows. Finally, the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River covered the whole world. After the glory of China, it was just a scene, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.

Everything in the world is prosperous in troubled times, and mountains and rivers are like dreams. The woman behind the seven-fold white gauze is beautiful and vivid. In the meantime, the story may be an epic love that shocked the world, a sad and touching change of color between heaven and earth, or a deep-rooted forbidden garden. From then on, Xiao Lang became a passer-by.

Tall buildings will fall, silk and bamboo will be hoarse, pipa will rush, leap out of armored horses, weapons will collide, flags will be bleak, and the wind will be bleak. Put on clothes, put on feathers, hate coming late, broken. I broke the line and promised you an afterlife. Now that Hua Rong has thanked him, he should just be drunk; His horseshoe was so excited that it crushed the bustling fireworks.

The years are silent and the snow is shining. The original time has been lightly brushed. Ten years later, on a snowy night, Bai Yan climbed the Nine Towers, and his soul finally fell asleep. The man in the dream is still picturesque and cinnabar is like tears. She brushed the snowflakes off his clothes, and they stood on the pagoda, watching the snowflakes fall side by side, and the world was boundless.

I can't grow old together, but I hope to return together hand in hand.

Second, "like a flower"

Hetu's songs always give people infinite reverie, perhaps because it is true. Every story has a storyteller, from flowers to the best in the world, from sunshine to white clothes. If this person returns to his hometown several years later and becomes the No.1 scholar, but someone else picks up his essay, I don't think it hurts. Men can get married at any time, while women only spend a few years. The night passed, the night came, and her beauty disappeared. I don't think anyone can be trusted. ?

The story of Chen Shimei and Qin Xianglian is the most common story in the world, but it can win the tears of the world the most. In the eighteenth year of Jin Dynasty, solitary sails were sacrificed. The lonely sail has gone and come back, taking away her joys and sorrows and her years, but she is still waiting. What? No? Love? Either she still believes, or she is used to waiting, and she has to wait. Out of the track of life, she must be a causal balance. Maybe she's at a loss. ?

The long and endless Yangtze River is rolling forward. It passed like this, day and night! Countless thoughts and heartfelt words, such as catkins and thousands of branches all over the sky, are wrapped in flowing clouds and breeze, but they can't hold the river. Willow was born by the river. Only the river makes willow. How can willow pull the river? It's a lonely sail, and you have to reject all your peers. Flowers, blooming years, stories of flowers dying, and few fairy tales. ?

I want to wet this man's sleeve with tears. Maybe he remembers, maybe he forgets, maybe he is in trouble, maybe people have changed, but in any case, he can only ask who to stay for. No one knows whether you regret laughing below. Have missed, when farewell. Time flies and promises go with the wind. ?

Third, "Cold Clothes Tune"

Hetu's enchanting singing always gives people endless reverie, and the cold clothes tune is a typical example.

This is a song about how a boudoir woman misses her husband on the battlefield and misses each other's complicated feelings when she gives her husband clothes.

Cold clothing is a common image in China's classical literature, which is often associated with the moonlit night to express concern, concern and yearning.

"A bright moon hangs high in the capital, and it is tempered" and Meng Jiangnv are metaphors of acacia.

"The poor people by the river still live in dreams." When the recruiter has already returned to the battlefield, the homesick woman is still waiting for her return in her dream, with a lifetime of watching and remembering.

? If you can't live, you will die like love. Buddhists say that you can't say goodbye to love. Life has eight bitterness, people are old and yellow, love to leave, and complain about others. You can't say goodbye. They walked hand in hand at night. There was no shadow behind them in the cold moonlight.

? Tianya road, only shadows depend on each other; It's snowing in Qian Shan, looking at the moon.

Fourth, "wind and sky"

This song is called "The Best for the World", just a few blocks away. Don't forget the white clouds and pale dogs, just look at whether bloom is better than the first season and next year.

Wangcheng's surname has been rewritten, and I'm still here at night, waiting for something to break through the ground and turn into a butterfly. The night watchman is one of the loneliest occupations in the world. A little deeper, the big dipper is dry, and the southern dipper is oblique. Look at the stars moving in their own direction. Looking at the loneliness in the moonlight. Is to be able to withstand hardships.

The surname of the city was rewritten, but it stayed up all night. What are you waiting for, breaking a cocoon from that ashes into a butterfly? This night watchman is not just a night watchman. Whoever forgets each other first, dumping the country is the old country. The taste in this poem is really understood when the wind blows blue. Although I know the meaning of this poem in a cup of snow. Only those who forget each other will forget first. Fall in love with the country is the sentence of the old country. Without deep-rooted love and hate, without the change of national situation, how can I know for sure?

In the process of remembering and forgetting, whoever forgets the other party first forgets the railing of the old country first. Beautiful mountains and rivers, rural scenery is still the scenery of the old country. How could you forget? Even if the blue shirt is worn out and dim, as white as the moonlight in July of the old calendar, the unforgettable thing is the past.

Just wait, wait for anything, let me see the moonlight in my hometown again. Only Na Yue or Na Yue, the city wall or the city wall, even the songs sung by the soldiers on the female city wall are still old songs. Why not, be grateful? After all, it has changed.