The lyrics of peony Fu by Xuanyuan

Wait for the rain after waking up

Peony in season

The green mud contained but not exposed

A faint fragrance

You ran ancient path I look for

Your classic style

Sounds like the sound of nature

Drops of ink

A touch of poetry

National color and natural fragrance

Elegant and elegant

My love is green

Tracing your freshness without dust

Peony in love

The Lanxi river once sprang up

Encounter the clear water and blue sky

The melody is euphemistic

The elegant and delicate collection in Luoyang boudoir

Still silent for love old

Listen to the wind chime in Xiangshan Temple

Memories are quiet

Who left the quatrains

I'd like to meet you

Thousands of years of prosperity and beauty on rice paper

I smile and write

Sanskrit sound of mountains and rivers

Clear the mind

The bell muffled the sigh

Melodious and ancient

Wei and Jin Dynasties

Sleeping in a story

I dream of the misty rain in the Southern Dynasties

Gentle and elegant intoxication

If you fall in love with a smile

The eye waves are approaching

But no trace

Your beauty is gentle

Clear under the moon

Peony in love

The Lanxi river once sprang up

Encounter the clear water and blue sky

The melody is euphemistic

The elegant and delicate collection in Luoyang boudoir

Still silent for love old

Listen to the wind chime in Xiangshan Temple

Memories are quiet

Who left the quatrains

I'd like to meet you

Thousands of years of prosperity and beauty on rice paper

I smile and write

Wait for the rain after waking up

I'm waiting for your news

The green mud contained but not exposed

There's a mark you've stepped on

You ran ancient path I look for

Looking for your classical style

Sounds like the sound of nature

Drops of thick ink

Halo dye opened the brush

National color and natural fragrance

My love is green

Dripping into the moon before Luoyang flower

Peony in love

The Lanxi river once sprang up

Encounter the clear water and blue sky

The melody is euphemistic

The elegant and delicate collection in Luoyang boudoir

Still silent for love old

Listen to the wind chime in Xiangshan Temple

Memories are quiet

Who left the quatrains

I'd like to meet you

Thousands of years of prosperity and beauty on rice paper

I smile and write