Lyrics of Hita

When the snow is coming,

Another pot of wine,

Will be lonely, long entrance.

At the other end of the mountain, the clouds come out of the hill on a cold night,

By the hearth, the song

Inadvertently written.

Before Bailu, the wheat is not ripe,

It's early autumn,

About to leave, will be wood leaf tapping.

The frost on the mountain also soaked the eyes,

That song, choked in the throat,

Silence cannot bear to turn back.

"When you are young, you gather together,

When the wind is warm, the pistil is young,

How old are the four seasons in the mountains?

When Qing first married, she picked Wei alone,

The dew is still thin and the leaves are green,

Where to look at the withered and luxuriant countryside

When the rain does not stop,

Fry tea and try new leaves,

Let time overlap in the cup.

Under the eaves of the thatched cottage, the water is flowing, and you don't feel it when you touch your clothes,

Research and open ink, just after the seed,

The song is written to the second half of the palace.

After the equinox, the flowers don't fade,

It can be picked,

But ye shoufei asked?

The residual fragrance on the branches also covered the eyelashes,

Who's with that song,

The first verse just finished.

"When you are young, you gather together,

When the wind is warm, the pistil is young,

How old are the four seasons in the mountains?

When Qing first married, she picked Wei alone,

The dew is still thin and the leaves are green,

Where to look at the withered and luxuriant countryside?

I'm old now, and I remember Caiwei,

The grass is not withered, and it is heading again,

Ask Si Ren, wait until the wildfire burns out and Hu does not return?

Once upon a time, the willows drooped,

Now I come, it's snowing,

If you ask an old friend, can you remember when Gao sang "pick Wei"