Lyrics of "Liuguang Ji" by Yin Lin

Oh, a fairy in one breath

And you need to put on the beard of Venus

Running around the old street is a tour of the world

Come back and tell 300 legends

In spring and autumn, snow and rain form a small four seasons

Two people open the book did not find Yan Ruyu

Tomorrow is far and far away

Living with endless verses

The moon carries the stars

Under the eaves, the evening wind is chatting up cicadas

Poor Cowherd and Weaver Girl haven't come to the holiday yet

Is the magpie lazy and unwilling to be too attentive?

A tour of the mountains in the romance of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty

From long Gan Li Lang to Guan Ju

Time goes by without writing travel notes

But the heart point a ripple

Swallow catkins are always taken away every year and never overdue

The poet wanders to the end of the world, and his melancholy is not old enough

Long Pavilion only in the book the broken willows, listen to and listen to

Always learn and never leave

It's boring day and night, too many rules

Xiao Jinwu was forced to go to bed early and get up early

Do I not open my eyes

You don't have to be called today

But Liuguang came to answer the question

Take your height as an example

Mr. balding his head, he said it's called continuous flow

Pretending not to hear me, I asked where the stream was going

A tour of the mountains in the romance of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty

From long Gan Li Lang to Guan Ju

Time goes by without writing travel notes

But the heart point a ripple

Swallow catkins are always taken away every year and never overdue

The poet wanders to the end of the world, and his melancholy is not old enough

Changting only listened to the broken willows in the book

Always learn and never leave

Listen to a lot of plum carp

From the seventh of July in Changsheng hall to the Peony Pavilion

Time goes by without writing travel notes

But the wind and the moon grow all the way

A tour of the mountains in the romance of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty

From long Gan Li Lang to Guan Ju

Time goes by without writing travel notes

But the heart point a ripple

Swallow catkins are always taken away every year and never overdue

The poet wanders to the end of the world, and his melancholy is not old enough

I'm full of joy, except that the world is too crowded——

In the eyes of the moon