Lyrics of Yangzhou war by Luo Tianyi

The autumn wind is bleak in the green poplar alleys

Reminiscence of the evening flower boat on Jinghu Lake

Spring breeze green leaves blue and white

New tile with red brick and sparse fence

At that time, Du Langjun sang the song of mourning

Sing a song, Yangzhou is old

The red medicine by the bridge is not equal to the sword of these years

Young and frivolous, natural and unrestrained

It's a vanity fair

Ten years in a hurry

Remember the rise and fall, sigh the past

If the years allow me to be arrogant

I'd like to exchange this bamboo flute for blood Lantana spear

Withering grass, cold smoke, light fog

Think of the wolf garrison tower in the border area

The wind is blowing, the green is withering and the red is falling

Rotten wood black cloud yellow sand

Now the twenty fourth bridge is still full of melancholy

Sing a sad song

Hu Ma peeps at the river, his body is not in his heart

Cold snow, frostbite, flying stones and miasma

Always make eyes full of tears

Ten years of endless sorrow for the moon

Remember the rise and fall, sigh the past

If the years allow me to be arrogant

I'd like to exchange this ink for a wine bag

Last night is still a dream, today is still difficult to wake up

Bamboo flute cuts the enemy's first stroke

A new moon in the middle

The reflection of the boat

A look at desolation, and then sigh is also a divine injury

Sigh for the prosperity and let go of the past

The river flowing to the East

White haired and crazy