Lyrics of Hetu's Mo Shang Hua Zao

The color of flowers is good every year

Spring comes late, but flowers bloom early

Court tree knows the story

The stars are like this, the night wind and dew stand in the middle of the night

When the wind blows, the sky is high and the sky is wide

But I dream of my hometown for the rest of my life

The long road is full of rustling, and the cause is like mustard

It's better to be alone

Duckweeds gather and disperse with the tide in troubled times

How many times in my life can I see the light and quiet moon together

Just in time to sing young songs

White clothes on the boat

A cup of starlight

Who will think far here next year

Spring in Xijing is less than Pingling

Lotus seeds are ripe in Guangting

Who is more beautiful than flowers

Qingchuan youth Langjiang upstairs drunk blow flute

When the wind lived, the villagers turned white

Old wine never found again

The old guest's robe of frost and snow

Lost in desolation

See children singing songs in their childhood

Tears in the joy, only for other tunes

I've been down and out for half my life

How are you today

Looking back all the way

The mossy tombstone is engraved with the tide of time