The lyrics of Huang er's "Chenxiang thorn"

Who will take the flowers?

My heart is full of aloes.

"If you don't owe, you don't owe. If you don't send, you don't stay."

Pain is tender, but it increases preparation.

——Inscription

It's like that day at the ferry of spring breeze

A hundred turns and a thousand turns can't accommodate you

Frost drapes the head, leaving the side of the temples and the brow slanting together

The flowing sand locks the harp

From a hundred years old to a thousand years old, Xingxiu mountain is not well-known

Too sober loneliness and deformity in exchange for no complaints

Floating clouds shining on the sunken boat

Can you look back when the storm is over?

In the past, poetry and wine in white clothes were dyed by prosperity. Where can we find the romantic again

Now Xueqiao Yanliu asked him how to travel with him?

I would like to change your hands for a moment with a beautiful city

Since you left, what autumn has the flower withered?

music

Waiting for love, but waiting for a fight till death

Waiting for separation, not waiting for stubborn you

If it's as short as an oath and as long as it's missing, let me explain

Long distance old wings, cold and summer become Poems

I'll accompany you to play the role of the hero

You say red and white on the stage do not understand why

In those days, people separated from each other and got together again. What do you expect

There is no word for success or failure in life and death

There were stars in the sea that year, but the mountain was not well-known. The young people were smiling as before

You ask me, is there a whole week in this world?

I promise a pillow without sleep and a heart of accommodation, please stay for a moment

How long does the thin Begonia flower wither in agaric soil?