Recommended song: \"Moss\"

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This post was last edited by Crazy Snail on 2019-7-2 07:57. \"Moss\" (song) is a song with lyrics written by Yuan Mei and music composed by Liang Jun. On February 16, 2018, led by Liang Jun, his students performed on the cultural program \"Classic Recitations\" on China Central Television’s comprehensive channel. The Chinese title is “Tai Ge”; its duration is 3:13. The lyrics were written by Yuan Mei, while the music was composed by Liang Jun and Han Lei. Qi Boli was responsible for arranging the music. In 2013, Liang Jun went to Shimenkan in Guizhou Province with his newlywed wife. Liang Jun firmly believes that reading ancient poems is meant to help one become a better modern person. So, he tried to sing ancient poems while playing the zither, recording them one by one. On February 16, 2018, on the stage of \"Classic Songs Passed Down,\" Liang Jun and children from the mountains of Guizhou delivered an emotional performance of Yuan Mei’s poem \"Moss\" with their beautiful voices. Where daylight does not reach, youth comes of its own. Pebble moss flowers are as small as rice grains, yet they too bloom like peonies. Where daylight does not reach, youth comes of its own. Pebble moss flowers are as small as rice grains, yet they too bloom like peonies. Without that watering from tears, perhaps I would still be that naive child. Streams converge to form seas; dreams turn into mountains. When the wind blows, flowers naturally bloom. Song lyrics editing: Wherever the sun doesn’t reach, youth arrives on its own. Though moss flowers are as small as grains of rice, they still try to bloom like peonies. Wherever the sun doesn’t reach, youth arrives on its own. Though moss flowers are as small as grains of rice, they still try to bloom like peonies. If it hadn’t been for those tears that nourished me, I might still be that naive child. Streams converge to form seas; dreams turn into mountains. When the wind blows, flowers naturally bloom. Dreams serve as guiding lights, shining for you. All darkness prepares the way for dawn. The future is already open; brave child, you are an essential piece of the puzzle. The world is pure white, filled with a future shaped by dreams. Use your name to give colors their names. Wherever the sun doesn’t reach, youth arrives on its own. Though moss flowers are as small as grains of rice, they still try to bloom like peonies. Wherever the sun doesn’t reach, youth arrives on its own. Though moss flowers are as small as grains of rice, they still try to bloom like peonies. The sound of geese remains the same; the words spoken in youth are still echoing in my ears, warming my heart like the wind. I stumbled upon this touching song at home yesterday and wanted to share it with everyone—it has a very moving lyrics and music. . .