Real roll to
Great sorrow
Na Qin Qiang na suona
Like the wind blowing in the valley
Reminiscent of the past
humanity
Parents’ road
We want to cry.
Moon, our cave god.
The sun blackened the forehead wall for a long time
Women and children reach out
It’s all folk songs.
Ten unbearable arrows
At the cuff
Grow up peacefully
There is not a shepherd who is not thin into a lonely tree at night.
No song is released.
People gathered in the wood
Suddenly retreat to daping
Like the wind blowing in the valley
The maiden radish
Interrupt love calmly
Malanhua didn’t come true at the wedding.
The singer left us again.
Lonely success
Man’s deepest part
Mi mi yin xing fu yin
Exhausted everything
Crowd gathered at flute hole.
Suddenly retreat to daping
Rice cooker
Hold back my tears
Shaanxi opera, you are the only one who nurtures.
My nipple
Shaanxi opera, it’s my blood crying
Crying is always direct.
suona; suona horn
Long separation in the snow
Be regarded as purple and red
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