The lyrics of shaosiming's the stranger

In March, peach blossom water, green willow, river surface

The sound of mud returning from the shore of Xiaodu makes the setting sun break

When the wind knocks on the window, the fragrance still lingers

Xiaoling, who is right? I'll have two or three drinks

Butterflies love stamens, swallows chase in the sky

At dusk, a willow flute blows across the cattle's back

The bamboo fence half encircles, the neighbor has the smoke to cook

Flowers fall in the running water, who do you have in mind

Freehand brushwork on the landscape of a stranger

I splash ink to rhyme your Aestheticism

A pot of tea and flowers in the north of the river

Who can I listen to in the twilight village

Freehand brushwork on the landscape of a stranger

Writing without regret falls into your charm

Falling red in spring

The painting of peach blossom

The landscape of a stranger

I splash ink to rhyme your Aestheticism

A pot of tea in the north of the stream

I listen to who comes back late

The landscape of a stranger

I fell into your charm without regret

spring is waning

The ink is blue and the peach blossom is flying