Lyrics of Peach Blossom Fan by Wang Sulong

A song full of flowers

The daughter's family worries make her two eyebrows shy

Silk and folding fan

Who laughs at the red vortex

Dusk rain into the painting will be drawn into this paper late autumn

Sing the old story out of the new sorrow

That day you broke all the willows in Chang'an

I'm afraid I'm going to climb the stairs when there's a bright moon

Poetry scattered in the street, poets drifting in the city

Vanity is a killer, invisible temptation, just an excuse

Who cares if the red bean is your whole universe

Forever, this life has turned into a piece of armor

Do you have the courage to walk away with all the wounds

Princes and Marquises see through that drinking in the middle of the night can not eliminate the worry

Who is the name of the wharf leading to Chang'an

Who is Xiangjun's hand

A song full of flowers

The daughter's family worries make her two eyebrows shy

Silk and folding fan

Who laughs at the red vortex

Dusk rain into the painting will be drawn into this paper late autumn

Sing the old story out of the new sorrow

That day you broke all the willows in Chang'an

I'm afraid I'm going to climb the stairs when there's a bright moon

Who will play forever and play with life

Fan poetry became her universe and would not let go until she died

Who tears this life, I want to wear more than a thousand years do not look back

Smiling at you and waving your right hand made you wait for a long time

Is the luggage lost in the previous life forgotten in this life

The Academy drizzle is like your breath. Who do you talk to

Peach Blossom Fan beautiful poem I learn drama, hope you every other life

Waiting for a thousand years

A song full of flowers

The daughter's family worries make her two eyebrows shy

Silk and folding fan

Who laughs at the red vortex

Dusk rain into the painting will be drawn into this paper late autumn

Sing the old story out of the new sorrow

That day you broke all the willows in Chang'an

I'm afraid I'm going to climb the stairs when there's a bright moon

Back to Chang'an, you smile and send me four poems

I only wish I could not wake up. Willow catkins are flying all over the city, no matter who I am

A song full of flowers

The daughter's family worries make her two eyebrows shy

Silk and folding fan

Who laughs at the red vortex

Dusk rain into the painting will be drawn into this paper late autumn

Sing the old story out of the new sorrow

That day you broke all the willows in Chang'an

I'm afraid I'm going to climb the stairs when there's a bright moon