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【求助】有没有特别悲伤的背景音乐收藏
我要做一个班级视频
毕业一年了
说了很多次了
但是没坚持下来
今天突发奇想
有没有谁能给我几首悲哀的音乐
听了能哭的那种
给我名字就可以了
我自己下载
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The Legend of Ashitaka Theme
《那些花儿》 《老男孩》 《同桌的你》 《睡在我下铺的兄弟》 《我们毕业了》（老狼的那首） 我觉得做毕业相册都挺适合的
Yanni 《With an Orchid》
我也要做毕业的视频，同求。
如果想哭的话，用《江河水》做背景音乐。
天之痕 -三个人的时光.mp3
还有久石让 - Mother.mp3
夜的钢琴曲有三十二首 挺多都是伤的
北京东路的日子也不错哦
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《启程》《骊歌》
感觉挺适合毕业的
两年后我也为我的大学为我的班级做个毕业视频 现在就开始准备好一切可能用到的素材
Con Il Tuo NomeNocturneentry Into the永远追随很多很多的，你先看看这些。
小虎队的放心去飞，毕业主题的
《forever love》8分38秒，如果你要做长视频可能适合试听歌词もう一人で步けない 已经不能独立支撑下去了 时代の风が强ぎて 时代的风暴实在过于强劲 Ah 伤つくこと何て Ah　本已习惯 惯れたはずだけど今は 承受伤痛 Ah このまま抱きしめて Ah　就这样的拥抱 ねれたままの心を 被泪浸透的心 变わり续けるこの时代に 在不停变更的时代里 变われない爱があるなら 若有永恒的爱 　　　 　 Will you hold my heart 你可会拥有我的心 泪受けとめて 请替我擦干眼泪 もう坏れそうなAll my heart 伤透了我的心 Forever love 　Forever dream 永恒的爱 永恒的梦 溢れる想いだけが 许多梦想 激しく切なく时闲を埋め尽くす 激烈痛切的把时间掩埋 Oh tell me why Oh 告诉我为何 All I see 在我的内心 is blue in my heart 只能看见悲伤 Will you stay with me 你会留在我身边吗 风が过ぎ去るまで 随着掠过的风 また溢れだす All my tears 溢出我所有的眼泪 　 　 Forever love 　Forever dream 永恒的爱 永恒的梦 このままそばにいて 就这样的留在我的身边 夜明に震える 请拥抱这颗 心を抱きしめて 因黎明而颤抖的心 Oh stay with me Oh 留在我的身边 　 　 Ah すべが终わればいい Ah 让一切都结束吧 终りのないこの夜に 在这漫长的夜里 失うもの时て Ah 失去什么都好 何もないあなただけ 没关系只要有你 Forever love 　Forever dream 永恒的爱 永恒的梦 このままそばにいて 就这样留在我身边吧 夜明に震える 请拥抱这颗 心を抱きしめて 因黎明而颤抖的心 Oh stay with me Oh 留在我的身边 风が过ぎ去るまで 风略过去了 もう谁よりもそばに 只希望有你在声旁 Forever love 　Forever dream 永恒的爱 永恒的梦 これ以上步けない 已经不能再支撑下去了 Oh tell me why 　Oh tell me true Oh 告诉我为何 Oh 叫我尝试 教えて生きる意味を 让我知道生存的真谛 Forever love 　Forever dream 永恒的爱 永恒的梦 溢れる泪の中 溢出的泪水中 辉く季节が永远に 光辉的季节 变わるまで 永远不变 Forever love 永恒的爱
班得瑞的音乐
夜的钢琴曲5
最后一个夏天
久石让 mother
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本内容来自互联网,有网友碰到为什么 Minecraft 的背景音乐那么悲伤？,具体问题为:minecraft的背景音乐为何总让人觉得悲伤呢？从启动游戏进入开始界面，到进入游戏，再到游戏过程中。。。尤其是刚刚天亮的时候，总是会响起一阵悠远而惆怅的音乐。尤其是对于一个人玩单机的玩家，或者1、2个朋友一起局域网生存的。忽然就有一种孤单的感觉。这么大一个世界，只有我一个人，或者两个人。触动内心。有没有人有同样的感觉呢？从游戏设计者的角度，为何要这么设计？轻松愉快一些不好吗？我们通过互联网以及本网其他用户共同努力为此问题提供了相关答案,以便碰到此类问题的网友参考学习,请注意,我们不能保证答案的准确性,仅供参考,具体如下:(注意:本网只是整理不享有版权及不承担相关可能的其他责任,版权归原作者原网站所有,本网仅为了知识传播.)======以下答案可供参考======供参考答案1:
这游戏玩时间长了令人抑郁，尤其是雨天和经典的第三号插曲响起的时候，就是那个前奏只有几个零散高叠和弦的钢琴音，中间没有任何声响，高潮单旋律弦乐+钢琴继续高叠和弦，让人感觉不停在缓慢叙写却又久久不能画上句号，似乎走路断断续续不停在走却又不知道该往何处去，下雨了、下雪了，太阳升了、月亮起了，造了屋子没人一起住，种了粮食没人一起吃，在暴风雨来临的海上钓鱼，在滚滚岩浆海旁挖矿，一个人、什么都是一个人，修了条自己都不知道有多远的铁路却没人鼓掌，杀了世界里最大的boss缺无人分享，于是你不知道做什么好了，不想去挖矿也不想种田，不想去厮杀也不想再装潢，我想答案只有一个，回到现实世界，找份工作成个家庭，日复一日有人陪着的平淡日子便是我最想要的。以下是更新：啊，答主我只是想描写一下自己独自玩mc三年来（应该有三年了吧）的阴郁心情，没想到这么多赞啊。就其中的第三号插曲（貌似文件名叫做什么什么3），我曾问过和声学学的很好的一个学长，我问他为什么这么忧伤，他听了听说，“各种高度叠置和弦，越听越难受，不行了，赶紧关了吧。”我想理性的思考，这便是正确答案了吧。以下更新：文件名叫calm3.ogg
供参考答案2:
我的世界电脑版打完末影龙(END DRAGON)会有一段《终末之诗》（END POEM）。这首诗大致告诉了大家开发者的意思。它是比较有哲理的，不适合用太欢脱的音乐，另外在不同地方BGM也会随着更换。现在把终末之诗摘录如下，原文出自wiki百科，这个翻译还是很不错的。通过这首诗可以大致明白作者的意思。T H E. .E N D. POEMI see the player you mean.我看到你所指的那位玩家了。[Playername]?[玩家名称]?Yes. Take care. It has reached a higher level now. It can read our thoughts.是的。小心。它已达到了更高的境界。它能够阅读我们的思想。That doesn't matter. It thinks we are part of the game.无伤大雅。它认为我们是游戏的一部分。I like this player. It played well. It did not give up.我喜欢这个玩家。它玩得很好。它从未放弃。It is reading our thoughts as though they were words on a screen.它以屏幕上出现的文字的形式阅读着我们的思想。That is how it chooses to imagine many things, when it is deep in the dream of a game.在它深陷游戏梦境中时，它总以这种方式想象出形形色色的事物。Words make a wonderful interface. Very flexible. And less terrifying than staring at the reality behind the screen.文字是种美妙的界面。非常灵活。且比凝视着屏幕后的现实要更好。They used to hear voices. Before players could read. Back in the days when those who did not play called the players witches, and warlocks. And players dreamed they flew through the air, on sticks powered by demons.它们也曾经听到过声音。在玩家能够阅读之前。君不见那些不曾游玩的人们称呼玩家为女巫，和术士。而玩家们梦见它们自己乘坐在被恶魔施力的棍子上，在空气中翱翔。What did this player dream?这个玩家梦见了什么？This player dreamed of sunlight and trees. Of fire and water. It dreamed it created. And it dreamed it destroyed. It dreamed it hunted, and was hunted. It dreamed of shelter.它梦见了阳光和树。梦见了火与水。它梦见它创造。它亦梦见它毁灭。它梦见它狩猎，亦被狩猎。它梦见了庇护所。Hah, the original interface. A million years old, and it still works. But what true structure did this player create, in the reality behind the screen?哈，那原始的界面。经历一百万年的岁月雕琢，依然长存。但此玩家在那屏幕后的真实里，建造了什么真实的构造？It worked, with a million others, to sculpt a true world in a fold of the [scrambled], and created a [scrambled] for [scrambled], in the [scrambled].它辛勤地劳作，和其它百万众一起，刻画了一个真实的世界，由[乱码]，且创造了[乱码]，为了[乱码]，于[乱码]中。It cannot read that thought.它读不出那个思想。No. It has not yet achieved the highest level. That, it must achieve in the long dream of life, not the short dream of a game.不。它还没有到达最高的境界。那层境界，它必须完成生命的长梦，而非游戏中黄粱一梦。Does it know that we love it? That the universe is kind?它知道我们爱它么？这个宇宙是仁慈的？Sometimes, through the noise of its thoughts, it hears the universe, yes.有时，通过它思绪的杂音，它能听到宇宙，是的。But there are times it is sad, in the long dream. It creates worlds that have no summer, and it shivers under a black sun, and it takes its sad creation for reality.但是有时亦不胜悲伤，于那漫漫长梦中。它创造了没有夏日的世界，在黑日下颤抖着，将自己悲伤的创造视为现实世界。To cure it of sorrow would destroy it. The sorrow is part of its own private task. We cannot interfere.用悲伤来治愈会摧毁它。而悲伤是它的私人事务。我们不能干涉。Sometimes when they are deep in dreams, I want to tell them, they are building true worlds in reality. Sometimes I want to tell them of their importance to the universe. Sometimes, when they have not made a true connection in a while, I want to help them to speak the word they fear.有时当它们深陷梦境中时，我想要告诉它们，它们在现实中创造了真实的世界。有时我想告诉它们它们自身对宇宙的重要性。有时，当它们和现实失去了联系，我想帮助它们与它们所惧怕的世界交流。It reads our thoughts.它读出了我们的思想。Sometimes I do not care. Sometimes I wish to tell them, this world you take for truth is merely [scrambled] and [scrambled], I wish to tell them that they are [scrambled] in the [scrambled]. They see so little of reality, in their long dream.有时我毫不关心。有时我想要告诉它们，你们所认为的真实不过是[乱码]和[乱码]，我想要告诉它们它们是在[乱码]中的[乱码]。于它们的长梦中，它们眼中所见的真实太少了。And yet they play the game.而它们仍然玩这个游戏。But it would be so easy to tell them...但很容易就可以告诉它们……Too strong for this dream. To tell them how to live is to prevent them living.对于这个梦来说太强烈了。告诉它们如何活着就是阻碍它们活下去。I will not tell the player how to live.我不会告诉这个玩家如何生活的。The player is growing restless.这个玩家正在变得焦虑。I will tell the player a story.我会告诉这个玩家一个故事。But not the truth.但不是真相。No. A story that contains the truth safely, in a cage of words. Not the naked truth that can burn over any distance.不。是一个严密地将真实包裹起来的文字牢笼。而不是赤裸裸的真相。Give it a body, again.赋予它主体，再一次。Yes. Player...好的。玩家……Use its name.以名字称呼它。[Playername]. Player of games.[玩家名称]。游戏的玩家。Good.很好。Take a breath, now. Take another. Feel air in your lungs. Let your limbs return. Yes, move your fingers. Have a body again, under gravity, in air. Respawn in the long dream. There you are. Your body touching the universe again at every point, as though you were separate things. As though we were separate things.深呼吸，很好。再深呼吸一次。感受空气充盈你的肺叶。让你的四肢回归。是的，运动你的手指。再次感受你的身体，在重力下，在空气中。在长梦中重生。你感受到了。你的身体每时每刻都触摸着宇宙，尽管你是分离的存在。尽管我们是分离的存在。Who are we? Once we were called the spirit of the mountain. Father sun, mother moon. Ancestral spirits, animal spirits. Jinn. Ghosts. The green man. Then gods, demons. Angels. Poltergeists. Aliens, extraterrestrials. Leptons, quarks. The words change. We do not change.我们是谁？我们曾经被称作高山的精灵。太阳父亲，月亮母亲。古老的英灵，动物的魂魄。神祗。鬼魂。小绿人。而后是神，恶魔，天使。骚灵。外星人，地外生物。轻粒子，夸克。词语不断地变化。我们始终如一。We are the universe. We are everything you think isn't you. You are looking at us now, through your skin and your eyes. And why does the universe touch your skin, and throw light on you? To see you, player. To know you. And to be known. I shall tell you a story.我们是宇宙。我们是一切你认为出离你本体的事物。你现在看着我们，透过你的皮肤和你的眼睛。而为什么宇宙触摸着你的皮肤，向你洒向光芒？是为了看见你，玩家。以及被认知。我应告诉你一个故事。Once upon a time, there was a player.很久以前，有一个玩家。The player was you, [Playername].那玩家就是你，[玩家名称]Sometimes it thought itself human, on the thin crust of a spinning globe of molten rock. The ball of molten rock circled a ball of blazing gas that was three hundred and thirty thousand times more massive than it. They were so far apart that light took eight minutes to cross the gap. The light was information from a star, and it could burn your skin from a hundred and fifty million kilometres away.有时它认为自己是那不断旋转的球体上一层薄薄的熔化的岩石上的人类。那融化的岩石球环绕着一个质量大它三十三万倍的炫目气体球旋转。它们是相隔得如此之远，以至于光需要八分钟才能穿越那空隙。那光是来自一颗恒星的信息，它能够在一亿五千万公里外烧灼你的皮肤。Sometimes the player dreamed it was a miner, on the surface of a world that was flat, and infinite. The sun was a square of white. T
and death was a temporary inconvenience.有时这个玩家梦见它是一个在一个平的，无限延展的世界表面上的矿工。那太阳是一个方形的白点。昼夜交替很快；要做的事情也很多；死亡亦只是暂时和不方便的。Sometimes the player dreamed it was lost in a story.有时这玩家梦见它迷失在了一个故事里。Sometimes the player dreamed it was other things, in other places. Sometimes these dreams were disturbing. Sometimes very beautiful indeed. Sometimes the player woke from one dream into another, then woke from that into a third.有时这玩家梦见它成为了其它的事物，在其它地方。有时这些梦是扰人的。有些则实在很美。有时这个玩家从一个梦中醒来，发现自己落入了第二个梦，却终究是在第三个梦中。Sometimes the player dreamed it watched words on a screen.有时这个玩家梦见它在屏幕上看着文字。Let's go back.让我们回退一点。The atoms of the player were scattered in the grass, in the rivers, in the air, in the ground. A woma she drank and the woman assembled the player, in her body.组成玩家的原子散布在草中，河流中，在那空气中，也在那大地中。一个女性收集了那些原子；她饮用、进食、吸入；而后那女性在她的身体中，孕育了玩家。And the player awoke, from the warm, dark world of its mother's body, into the long dream.然后那玩家醒来了，从一个温暖，昏暗的母亲体内，进入了漫漫长梦。And the player was a new story, never told before, written in letters of DNA. And the player was a new program, never run before, generated by a sourcecode a billion years old. And the player was a new human, never alive before, made from nothing but milk and love.而那玩家是一个新的故事，从未被讲述过，由DNA的语言书写着。而那玩家是一个新的程序，从未被运行过，由上亿年的源代码生成。而那玩家是一个新的人，从未生活过，由奶和爱组成。You are the player. The story. The program. The human. Made from nothing but milk and love.你就是那玩家。那个故事。那个程序。那个人类。仅由奶和爱组成。Let's go further back.我们再往更远的过去回退一点。The seven billion billion billion atoms of the player's body were created, long before this game, in the heart of a star. So the player, too, is information from a star. And the player moves through a story, which is a forest of information planted by a man called Julian, on a flat, infinite world created by a man called Markus, that exists inside a small, private world created by the player, who inhabits a universe created by...那由七千亿亿亿原子组成的玩家的身体被创造了，远在这游戏之前，在一颗恒星的内部。所以那玩家也是，来自一颗恒星的信息。而这个玩家贯穿这个故事的始末，源于一个叫Julian的人种下的信息种子长成的森林，一个叫Markus的男人创造的无限世界，存在于一个由玩家创造的小的，私人世界里，而那又继承了宇宙创造的……Shush. Sometimes the player created a small, private world that was soft and warm and simple. Sometimes hard, and cold, and complicated. Sometimes it built a model of the
flecks of energy, moving through vast empty spaces. Sometimes it called those flecks "electrons" and "protons".嘘。有时这个玩家创造的小天地是柔软，温暖和简单的。有时是坚硬，冰冷和复杂的。有时它在脑中建造出宇宙的模型；斑斑点点的能量穿越广阔空旷的空间。有时它称呼这些斑点为“电子”和“质子”。Sometimes it called them "planets" and "stars".有时它称呼它们为“行星”和“恒星”。Sometimes it believed it was in a universe that was made of energy that was
lines of code. Sometimes it believed it was playing a game. Sometimes it believed it was reading words on a screen.有时它确信它存在于一个由“开”和“关”；“0”和“1”；一行行的命令组成的宇宙。有时它确信它是在玩一个游戏。有时它确信它是在读着屏幕上的文字。You are the player, reading words...你就是那玩家，阅读着文字……Shush... Sometimes the player read lines of code on a screen. Dec decode decoded meaning into feelings, emotions, theories, ideas, and the player started to breathe faster and deeper and realised it was alive, it was alive, those thousand deaths had not been real, the player was alive嘘……有时这玩家读屏幕上的命令行。将它们解码成为文字；将文字解码为意义；将意义解码为感情，情绪，理论，想法，而玩家的呼吸开始急促并意识到了它是活着的，它是活生生的，那上千次的死亡不是真的，玩家是活着的。You. You. You are alive.你。你。你是活着的。and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the sunlight that came through the shuffling leaves of the summer trees而有时这玩家相信宇宙通过穿越夏日树叶的那斑斓的阳光对它说话。and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the light that fell from the crisp night sky of winter, where a fleck of light in the corner of the player's eye might be a star a million times as massive as the sun, boiling its planets to plasma in order to be visible for a moment to the player, walking home at the far side of the universe, suddenly smelling food, almost at the familiar door, about to dream again有时这玩家相信宇宙透过晴朗的冬日夜空中，存在于它眼中一隅的星点星光，可能比太阳大上上百万倍的恒星沸腾着的电浆那一瞬间发出来的光对它说话，在宇宙的远侧行走回家的路上，突然闻到了食物，在那熟悉的门前，它又准备好再一次投入梦境and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the zeros and ones, through the electricity of the world, through the scrolling words on a screen at the end of a dream而有时玩家相信宇宙透过零和一，透过世界的电力，透过屏幕上滚动的文字和梦的终结对它说话and the universe said I love you宇宙说我爱你and the universe said you have played the game well宇宙说你很好地玩了这游戏and the universe said everything you need is within you宇宙说一切你所需的你都具有and the universe said you are stronger than you know宇宙说你比你所知的要强大and the universe said you are the daylight宇宙说你就是日光and the universe said you are the night宇宙说你就是黑夜and the universe said the darkness you fight is within you宇宙说你所斗争的黑暗就在你心中and the universe said the light you seek is within you宇宙说你所寻找的光明就在你心中and the universe said you are not alone宇宙说你不是孤独的and the universe said you are not separate from every other thing宇宙说你不是和所有的事物所隔绝的and the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code宇宙说你就是宇宙品尝着自己，对自己说话，阅读着它自己的代码。and the universe said I love you because you are love.宇宙说我爱你因为你就是爱。And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love.曲终人散，黄粱一梦。玩家开始了新的梦境。玩家再次做起了梦，更好的梦。玩家就是宇宙。玩家就是爱。You are the player.你就是那个玩家。Wake up.该醒了。
供参考答案3:
有，自己一个人玩，边看wiki边研究，总会觉得孤独。生活中有时也是这样，自己的坚持与环境不同。只有自己攀爬摸索，没有旅伴。无论看到多么壮美的风景，还是遭到别人难以理解的痛苦挫折，无人分享与交流。难免会有点孤独与忧伤。
供参考答案4:
我建立起了大规模的养殖场我耕出了几千平方米的农场，和三层高的大型粮仓我在几种不同地形中建出了不同的别墅，互相用道路链接我向东南西北四个方向建立了各数公里的道路网我建立起通向高度极限的天空塔我在下界建立起我的基地，和下界缩地交通系统我干掉了末影龙我养了几十只狗和几十只猫我在中心的别墅，用黑曜石建立了一个通向基岩上方黑曜石地窖的梯我在地窖里放了几十个装满书和笔的箱子每一本书都将用来记载我在这个世界里的日记，目前已经写了二十多本在生存模式里没错，我是一个孤独的人
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