Lyrics of lunsang's "a sword to the mountains and rivers"

At dusk, he leads his horse across the river, and the boy in white sits on the saddle.

In the south of the Yangtze River, there are many clear waters.

Then I saw that white clothes were like lightning, but I was too old to catch up.

Only in a hurry to go to the river, very embarrassed across the river.

So melancholy leads to worry, but the world is changeable.

Where is the east wind flower? Where is the west mountain.

I used to

I've been drunk in Baoyue building, and I've sung in front of the sword and halberd cluster.

Most of all, it's the place where the sound and color are shining. Half of my life, I'm proud of opening and closing.

Now it is

The gate is broken, the birds are few, there are no people coming and going, and there are many autumn grasses.

Would you like to give your sword to the mountains and rivers?

The cold branches are rustling, the mountain wind is cold, and where is the moon tonight.

It is said that there is a sound of sabre. Baiyu city is a hundred miles away.

The spirit in the city is connected with a challenge, and the winner will succeed in his work.

If you travel for more than a hundred miles, the crows will sing at night.

On the basis of white jade, it rises abruptly, and the light rises to the ground.

In front of the city, there was a woman with a haggard face.

Ragged and hard to hide, holding a bowl and bowing to beg for money.

The skeleton of the observation is quite exquisite and strange, and the origin is clear.

Fly light escape to 30 years, don't believe jade face can be depressed.

Kyushu ten called fairies, graceful figure number one.

The red leaves flutter back to the light sleeves, the black bun flies down, and the evening clouds are low.

Now it is————

The eyebrows are full of spirit and Qi for a long time, and the chest is white.

On that day, all the peaks looked cheap, but now they are not enemies.

After sighing and sighing, Fang recalled, what's the difference between me and Iraq.

As much as disobeying the heaven, half freedom is not by oneself.

I hate the spring breeze every year, but I don't mention it.

Therefore, the branch did not dare to expect the world, and it flowed eastward and westward.

Red dust fight turned to be a positive thinking, suddenly saw the towering gate opened.

The young man in the city was dressed in white.

I don't seem to have a moustache. Yes, you heard me wrong, sang