Lyrics of lunsang's "heaven and earth slowly"

Tattered green clothes, covered with old coir, the old Taoist in the south of the city said that it was stung,

Night hillside, vegetation firefly.

Listen to the fog, a song, a song,

A song startles the soul, the dream breaks, just sees the bright moon perches the mountain

The wooden sword in the palm of the hand, which has been worn away for a long time, quenches all kinds of fireworks in the world,

Once the peach blossoms are in bloom.

The Royal sword travels in heaven and earth, the guest in the cloud, the guest in the cloud,

Visitors in the clouds visit the old mountains and rivers, and visit the immortals to search for tobacco.

At that time, the running water was silent, and on a sunny night, I heard the murmur,

Under the moon, there are two or three anecdotes.

Qing waded across the river and boarded the other side, Nanhua volume, no intention to turn.

Sitting opposite each other, you can drink from the bamboo trees and hold a hairpin on the temples,

The toast comes when the jade toad comes out of Dongshan.

Green silk Wan, green silk Wan, at that time the eyebrows were still pretty, but now they are declining.

Suddenly, after years of frost and snow, the ashes of sandalwood burned for several times,

Only a few peach petals are left.

Late love, late love,

Ask who can stay in heaven and earth, slowly.

Rootless wandering, but also bent body said weak,

With the years, the old soul will be eroded. The world is full of smoke, so what, so what,

The snow is even thinner, and it shakes off.

At that time, the running water was silent, and on a sunny night, I heard the murmur,

Under the moon, there are two or three anecdotes.

Qing waded across the river and boarded the other side, Nanhua volume, no intention to turn.

Sitting and watching, you can drink from bamboo and hold a hairpin on your temples,

The toast comes when the jade toad comes out of Dongshan.

Qingsiwan, qingsiwan,

At that time, the eyes were still bright, but now they are declining.

Suddenly, after years of frost and snow, the ashes of sandalwood burned for several times,

Only a few peach petals are left.

Late love, late love,

Ask who can stay in heaven and earth, slowly.

In the morning, we were quiet in the morning, and in the evening, we listened to Liuchuan,

Cool night dew heavy for Qing He hand wear old shirt.

Acacia, acacia,

The fireflies of plants and trees gradually dissipate, and the peach blossom remains in the city.

All of a sudden, the world has changed a hundred times, and the cause and effect has changed several times,

Pinching fingers can't figure out life and death and gathering and scattering.

Slow song, slow song,

In a trance, Qing stood by the river, silent.