The title of the composition is: Two good friends A and B quarreled, B punched A, and A wrote "My good friend punched me today" in the sand. When going out again, A accidentally fell into the river and B rescued him. A stone reads "My good friend saved my life today." Why does B want A to record it like this? A said, "I wrote it in the sand, hoping that the strong wind would help me forget it;" Carved on a stone, I hope the music can help me remember. "Writing on the topic of" Remember and Forget "(genre is not limited).
Full score composition:
Tan sitong forever
A hundred years ago, Tan Sitong fought bloody battles at the gate of the food market for political reform, and committed suicide for justice. Things have changed, and the years have passed. Tan Sitong will always be reincarnated in time, and our country and people will always remember it. )
The spring breeze is colorless and dark, and China Eastern Airlines dare not look at Maguan.
China's bones are like autumn grass, and the Six Dynasties Road cries blood birds.
The country is broken, people know that people are cheap, and treaty of shimonoseki can't bear to watch it.
After years of war and cold war, the three armed forces shed tears in Taiwan Province Province.
Castle Peak Path crosses white bones, and ghosts cry at the edge of Gangqiao.
A hundred years of wind and rain have turned around, and no one has collected the green hills and bones.
In the dark palace, the monarch and his subjects looked at each other with tears.
Where is the backyard song, a sad song about rise and fall?
National subjugation treaty and national subjugation hate, where is the voice of national subjugation at this time?
Looking back at the mountains and rivers of the old country, who pity the desolate land?
Nanhai wrote thousands of words, earth-shattering words.
The statement of the reform, the rain and snow around the palace gate.
The huge wind blows the waves and the purple flames open, and the thunder waves soar into the sky.
The emperor's youth and fighting with each other kept the sun and the moon from sinking.
Advocating western learning to abolish the imperial examination, Xigong Queen Mother burst into tears.
The law of ancestors cannot be changed, and the country cannot die of ancestors.
When Wang Yi entered Yingtai, the wind swept away the flowers and the incense.
Tao is a feeling of autumn, and the sky is dyed bright red.
The heir is in his thirties this year and hasn't seen his wife since.
The prosperity of the country needs bloodshed, please start with the heirs.
Mind willing
A fair death honors a lifetime. Come on! Come on!
The execution ground sings oh, ten thousand people are surprised, thirty-three years, it has become a beautiful place.
The Yellow River whimpered to the sky, drawing a sword to break the world of mortals.
The poor boudoir wife is guarding her room. At night, she hears Huang Meiyu knocking at the window.
The corolla is incomplete and the small window is open. Some people suspect that Lang Jun has become a butterfly.
But when you see the faint wind in the pond, where can you find Lang?
The road is a residual color, not a bonus, but a blood red.
However, he put Acacia into mourning for Zheng, complaining that Song had recruited another soul.
There is hate in the song. Think about it. You were in the grave, you know?
Finger refers to the thirteen strings of the jade hand, and the broken mirror flies to spread resentment.
I cut the rain in Bashan alone, and the cuckoo's blood in the dusk rain.
Suddenly, a boat returns to the lake, and a curtain dreams of half a lake.
Wen Jun plays the piano on the river and turns it into a butterfly to water the wind chimes.
For nine days in a row, the wind blew Tingzhu Chen Mengyu.
Yin and Yang are separated by different roads, and they sing back five songs with their wives.
At the end of the song, people are far away, and the painter is late.
Climb up the bloody book carved by wicker, follow the river and follow the king.
Let bygones be bygones. Ten percent lovesickness is a layer of dust.
In the next life, I will become a lotus picker and meet you in Hengtangshui. "
(Borrowing Tan Sitong's Resurrection, a tree is flesh and blood, affectionate and loving. This is the hero's ear. His wife said: "The past cannot be traced, and 10% is a layer of dust. In the afterlife, I want to become a lotus picker and meet you. " It means: forget you in this life and continue my frontier in the afterlife. Tan Sitong is remembered as a hero, but his wife reluctantly forgets the feelings of this life. In fact, the two are equally unforgettable. )