Lyrics of Zheng Bingbing's pure music

Chang'an

Main song 1

The wind passed through the Inn and the flowers scattered in the wine shop

Who is in the cup to spy on the unresolved regret

The wine order is only half done

I was drunk with melancholy

Main song 2

The sachet on the westbound route twists around the Sutra tube

That wisp of hair fragrance is still hidden at your fingertips

Years of music flowing, gentle still in the ear

Yi's eyes were red all over his blue shirt

Chorus 1

The flowing sand sharpens the sound of camel bells

When will you return to Chang'an

Chorus 2

The world is vast, people's life experience is cold

Who holds an umbrella for you to cover the impermanence of fate

Interlude

Main song 3

Dark blue, open the window carefully

Afraid of being frozen by the moon, dyed the vicissitudes of life

The world's rivers and mountains, the world's people do not count

One step, one smile, one line

Main song 4

Don't forget about Acacia

Waiting for the autumn water to see through the tan wind and frost

How many wives and children are separated from the rampant city wall

The boy is thin and plays sword and sings loudly

ending

Because you are holding an umbrella to cover the impermanence of fate

Song introduction

In the eighth year of Tang Zhenguan, the Tubo king Songzanganbu sent an envoy to the Tang Dynasty and proposed to marry a Tang Dynasty Princess, which was rejected by Emperor Taizong.

In the 12th year of Zhenguan, Songzan Ganbu sent troops to Songzhou in the Tang Dynasty. He threatened to invade if he didn't make peace.

There was a war on the border between the two sides, which ended in the defeat of Tubo.

Later, Songzan Ganbu sent envoys to apologize for peace, so the two sides got married.

Emperor Taizong of Tang Dynasty chose a daughter from a distant clan, who was granted Princess Wencheng and married Songzanganbu.

In the 15th year of Zhenguan, he Qin group carried a large number of silk and satin, precious jade, Buddhist scriptures

From Chang'an to Lhasa, they traveled through Xining, sun and moon mountains.

The vast desert, yellow sand all over the sky, bumpy all the way dusty, can not help but let people sigh, when can I go back to my hometown, back to Chang'an?

If we say that every passer-by who is alone in a foreign land is thinking of a hometown in his heart;

Then, every one of you / I / he / she who loves Chinese songs has a Chang'an in his heart.