Lyrics of Hita's shuzhuling

A little smile is as gentle as jade

A white bamboo dress

He flapped his lips and folded his hands

Junlang is unique in the world

Chanting all over the world

Once you pay homage to your servant

Gather all the splendor and hide the sadness deeply

Rippled painting line, clothes in the wind

Gongsun Gongzi can play the piano? ]

From five emperors and three emperors to Yanmen

This is Moxiang Boxuan

Red, green and yellow on rice paper

Crazy about poetry and books

After reading the moonlight

It's not a good night

The spring breeze is blowing all night in Bian town

Meet again at the ends of the earth

Forget obsession

Go away with sorrow

The old road sand rises again at sunset

Blowing the Qiang flute

Who says it's not like going home

Green mountains and green waters wash tea in Dongli

When he is young, he burns the flower and wins the peach

If you can't see through Acacia, you will get old easily

Talk about fame and fame

Today, he raises his glass to the moon

Once again, there are few friends

Who wins who loses who says who can smile who can predict

Rippled painting line, clothes flying in the wind

From five emperors and three emperors to Yanmen

Back to writing on Xuan paper

After reading the bright moonlight, it's not bright tonight

The old road sand rises again at sunset

Blowing the Qiang flute

Who says it's not like going home

Green mountains and green waters wash tea in Dongli

When he is young, he burns the flower and wins the peach

If you can't see through Acacia, you will get old easily

Talk about fame and fame

Today, he raises his glass to the moon

Once again, there are few friends

Who wins who loses who says who can smile who can predict

A piece of bamboo

Who sent a piece of bamboo

Memories of shuzhuqu

The old dream

(ren Piaoyao) the dream is sent with the wind

(Floating Life) send a bunch of bamboo songs with the wind

Now let's listen to a song of bamboo

Meet you again in the falling season

The rain does not brush the willow to send the dusk

Lost in the world of mortals

When to see Jiangnan again

Childe's CI: Junxian

Green Jin has become a poem, an inch of clear night, without words and rhyme

When he is young, he burns the flower and wins the peach

If you can't see through Acacia, you will get old easily

Who wins who loses who says who can smile who can predict

Who was the star of last night and the wind of last night

See you in the east of Guitang on the west side of Hualou

The moon of the former dynasty is the same today

The past is still like a dream

Golden cup thin wine white horse light fur

Without Wu hook

Don't laugh, don't argue, don't ask, don't complain

A river flows eastward with the wave

Alone on the west tower to see the bright moon

Talk about romantic childe, look back

Ride away without asking about the old Tour

A piece of bamboo