"Winter boat" lyrics

Order to shake the boat

By the side of the setting sun lane,

Travel through hundreds of windows,

From east to west,

Glory in the rivers.

Stars, frost grass,

Lie in heaven and earth, taste the world,

If you ask about the vicissitudes of life,

When I'm tired of the hustle and bustle.

Across the corridor of Sichuan Road,

Sleeping in the mountains and rivers,

Beside the five mile Pavilion,

Flowers sprinkle wine, fly lamp reward, drunk eyes drunk like,

I'll sing the love story of the world again,

Don't ask about this life,

You don't understand this debauchery,

All the way through the river,

Look at me, Yuanfeng.

Pushing the ancient boat road and cooking Shi Chunyang,

Look at the wine,

It's a short sentence,

Picturesque world scenery.

When I write, I smell the fragrance of flowers,

Mountains and rivers lock song, smoke willow buries square,

Only I can find the white and green clothes,

Wangduan palace.

The wind is not strong near the river,

The cold smoke drifts across the cold river,

Before the end of the song, the waves rise again,

Pour a glass of moonlight.

Jing Shi Lang, story collection,

The butterfly in the dream is reflected on the shoulder,

This life is dissolute,

I'll play with the world.

After drunk, high song shakes the river,

Lift up the curtain and look at the clouds and the moon,

The world is full of happiness,

The flowing water dyed my shirt, and the spring wind cried, saying that it was all right,

I'll look at the water mirror again,

Where to ask?

Only the fishermen's songs answered each other,

Like a light boat,

Laugh at my old clothes.

Pushing the ancient boat road and cooking Shi Chunyang,

Look at the wine,

It's a short sentence,

Picturesque world scenery.

When I write, I smell the fragrance of flowers,

Mountains and rivers lock song, smoke willow buries square,

Only I can find the white and green clothes,

Wangduan palace.

Wearing sunset, walking in all directions,

I'll hold my sword,

After writing about the years, I'm not happy,

Don't rub the deflection angle.

Jiang Haijing Ankang,

With the warm wind, the bell blows the flood,

Far away from the light, a cavity of wine clouds,

Wangduan palace.