Lyrics of Ren Jianhui's soul travel and painting

Peony Pavilion dream 3 (soul tour, painting collection) Ren Jianhui

In the cold moon of burning incense, the wind of fearing Yin shakes the weak willows, which is like the shadow of ghosts. Ah, why is the fairy Pavilion so cloudy and frozen tonight? When you see the candle red, it seems that there is a goddess. The bell of the spirit Pavilion rings at night, the iron horse hangs high, and the sound of the swimming pool is heard. After worshipping the Bodhisattva, the wind of fearing Yin fills his chest with tears,

Who is collecting paintings in Lingtang? I'll see them under the lamp

It's not like Guanyin. Guanyin has a lotus lining. If it's a grand master, it's not like Chang'e. Chang'e should have an auspicious cloud lock. If it's demoted, it's like a rainbow. When I look at the Danqing under the lamp, I'll recognize it again. I'm not Cui Hu again. It's like peach blossom. The wandering guest is Liu Mengmei. Ah, the people in the painting seem to have met each other before. Why do they have green plum on their hands, I dream of being widowed

This painting is priceless, like the moon cage yarn. I'm surprised to see her elegant. When I light the lamp to see her, I see her, and I want to see her, but there are some poems to be found. Her painting style is proud of Cui Zheng, elegant as Su Hui, lady Wei's beautiful hairpin. It's a song and Yuan Ci poem, a Jin and Tang poem, a white headed poem, or a silly remark

If there is no strange fate, who will pass by the peony fence, under the lake, mountain and stone? If the fate proves the previous life, it's like the shadow of Xian'e left. I'm so drunk on the paper that I can't sleep with my shadow. I move to the Jinping and hang low

(Meng Mei sings) ah, the person in the picture seems to smile at me, annoyed and angry. The wind is blowing up and the lights are in disorder. He says, "the picture is real. Oh, when he reads it, he has no surname and no name, and his voice is hoarse."