Mai Tian 麦田 Catcher Lyrics 歌詞 With Pinyin By Lan Xin Yu 蓝心羽

Mai Tian 麦田 Catcher Lyrics 歌詞 With Pinyin By Lan Xin Yu 蓝心羽

Chinese Song Name: Mai Tian 麦田
English Tranlation Name: Catcher
Chinese Singer: Lan Xin Yu 蓝心羽
Chinese Composer: Hou Jiang Hao 侯江浩
Chinese Lyrics: Liu Si 柳肆

Mai Tian 麦田 Catcher Lyrics 歌詞 With Pinyin By Lan Xin Yu 蓝心羽

Learn Chinese Time From This Chinese Song Lyrics:

yǒu dào xiāng hé tián yě 
有  稻  香    和 田   野 
There is rice fragrance and field
yǒu hú dié hé niǎo què 
有  蝴 蝶  和 鸟   雀  
There are butterflies and birds
yǒu jiù shí de shī què 
有  旧  时  的 诗  阙  
There are old poetry faults
yǒu tā de yì qiè 
有  她 的 一 切  
There's something about her
hēi   gū niang 
嘿    姑 娘    
Hey gu niang
tīng wǒ bǎ zhè ge gù shi jiǎng wán 
听   我 把 这  个 故 事  讲    完  
Let me finish the story
nà gè dì fang 
那 个 地 方   
The place
lí zhè ér hěn yuǎn 
离 这  儿 很  远   
It's a long way from here
tā xiě liáng báo de xuě 
她 写  凉    薄  的 雪  
She writes cold thin snow
yě xiě gū dú de yè 
也 写  孤 独 的 夜 
And the lonely night
yì zhǎn jiē dēng   péi zhe yuè 
一 盏   街  灯     陪  着  月  
A street lamp accompanies the moon
yì lún míng yuè   zhào zhe yè 
一 轮  明   月    照   着  夜 
A bright moon lights the night
tā xiě chū shēng de yá 
她 写  初  生    的 芽 
She wrote the first bud
yě xiě diāo luò de huā 
也 写  凋   落  的 花  
Also the withered flowers
yì diǎn chén tǔ   yōng bào huā 
一 点   尘   土   拥   抱  花  
A little dust to hold flowers
yì duǒ kū huā   zhuì zhe tā 
一 朵  枯 花    缀   着  它 
A dead flower adorned it
nà měng dǒng de shào nián 
那 懵   懂   的 少   年
That ignorant little years
nà wǎn fēng hé qiū yè 
那 晚  风   和 秋  叶 
That night wind and autumn leaves
nà shēng qǐ de chuī yān 
那 升    起 的 炊   烟  
The rising smoke of cooking
tǒng chēng wéi cóng qián 
统   称    为  从   前   
The unification is called from the front
hòu lái ā  
后  来  啊 
After come
tā gē xià le bǐ yuǎn zǒu tā xiāng 
她 搁 下  了 笔 远   走  他 乡    
She put down her pen and went away to the other country
nà xiē wén zì 
那 些  文  字 
The some words
wǒ hái jì dé nà 
我 还  记 得 呐 
I remember that
tā xiě liáng báo de xuě 
她 写  凉    薄  的 雪  
She writes cold thin snow
yě xiě gū dú de yè 
也 写  孤 独 的 夜 
And the lonely night
yì zhǎn jiē dēng   péi zhe yuè 
一 盏   街  灯     陪  着  月  
A street lamp accompanies the moon
yì lún míng yuè   zhào zhe yè 
一 轮  明   月    照   着  夜 
A bright moon lights the night
tā xiě chū shēng de yá 
她 写  初  生    的 芽 
She wrote the first bud
yě xiě diāo luò de huā 
也 写  凋   落  的 花  
Also the withered flowers
yì diǎn chén tǔ   yōng bào huā 
一 点   尘   土   拥   抱  花  
A little dust to hold flowers
yì duǒ kū huā   zhuì zhe tā 
一 朵  枯 花    缀   着  它 
A dead flower adorned it
jiù yí gè wǒ ā    niàn zhe tā 
就  一 个 我 啊   念   着  她 
Just me and miss her
jiù yí gè wǒ ā    niàn zhe tā 
就  一 个 我 啊   念   着  她 
Just me and miss her

Some Great Reviews About Mai Tian 麦田 Catcher

Listener 1: "there are certain things that are naturally compatible, like guitars and love poems, wheat fields and golden sunshine, blue heart-plumed voices and songs full of stories. In this era, may not suddenly appear such as jay Chou sensational era of singers. But this era has many such as blue heart feather emitting light singers, we guard these light, like guarding the night sky, but also enough to fill the void of life. We bid farewell to the era when a singer was in the ascendant, but ushered in the era when many singers were shining in their respective constellations. Music is more and more niche, everyone can find their favorite music. "

Listener 2 "seventeen of the summer, he met her, dazed society, instead of the uneasy heart, like the open bud, her voice is so beautiful, wear away the boy's head fog haze, heal the wounds he lose the direction, the boy is of falling in love with her, the boy didn't know what the future holds, but met her maybe is a boy in my life the most unforgettable, good thing, since then, perhaps is the power of faith, a boy open bud in the heart, began to grow up gradually, the boy heart to have a direction, the boy always looked at the sky, looking for their own star, and she's the star far away, because, in fact the boy in the heart, There's always been this little pact… Wait for it to bud. "

Listener 3: "there are always some things that are naturally compatible, like guitars and love poems, wheat fields and golden sunshine, blue heart feather's tender voice and songs full of stories. "

Listener 4 "hey little blue, listen to me finish this story. In this wheat field, I will see her for the last time. My girl."

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