On the lyrics of Yangzhou

The winding lane of Qingshiban

Acacia graceful in the willow shore

Fireworks in March is a good spring

Your thoughts have been treasured by me

Xihu thin Pipa boat

The beauty of the moon reflected on the arch bridge

The girl looking back under the oil paper umbrella

My song is fragrant because of you

Don't ask the distance of the world, the direction of the dream

The route of home has long been engraved in my heart

A thousand years of poetry in lower Yangzhou

The canal water is still flowing in my dream

Breathing the smoke of the old street

Like a child drunk in the fragrance of Qionghua

A thousand years of poetry in lower Yangzhou

Listen to the golden leaves of Ginkgo

Your love can only be measured by time

Turn around, the ivy is all over the wall

The bird calls me to get up and walk lazily in the street, smelling the smell of fried rice with eggs

Catkins floating leisurely mobile phone, let it no power, twenty-four bridges stay and look around

The secret history of Emperor Qianlong's visit to Jiangnan has long been spread like smoke

My childhood playmate's first love in the old wharf, moonlight kisses her face

Don't ask the distance of the world, the direction of the dream

The route of home has been engraved in my heart

A thousand years of poetry in lower Yangzhou

The canal water is still flowing in my dream

Breathing the smoke of the old street

Like a child drunk in the fragrance of Qionghua

A thousand years of poetry in lower Yangzhou

I listen to the golden leaves of Ginkgo

Your love can only be measured by time

Turn around, the ivy is all over the wall

Xihu thin Pipa boat

The beauty of the moon reflected on the arch bridge

The girl looking back under the oil paper umbrella

My song is fragrant because of you