The lyrics of Huang er's painting girl

The painted girl

He used to be a painter of unknown origin.

When he died of freezing, he had nothing to do with his body, but painted a scroll.

Snow moon in the picture, woman in the building.

I don't know if my old friend is far away.

Or, it's just her in the picture.

Listen to the snow around the stove and try to heat the new fermented grains.

How many chapters will be continued when plum breaks jade?

Ink and wash are faint and fragrant,

The pen is beside the green silk.

The shallow painted Pavilion is dressed in plain white.

After drinking, the snow is vast,

It should be the return of the swallow in spring.

But how, paper last month, did not defrost.

How old is the painting?

I'm greedy for this lonely fragrance.

At this moment in the world, falling silver makeup.

Long winter night, ice sealed the past.

Who is so crazy that he is so drunk.

If the snow is gone, we can forget each other,

Who is singing in the ear.

All of a sudden, it's empty.

After drinking, the snow is vast,

It should be the return of the swallow in spring.

But how, paper last month, did not defrost.

How old is the painting?

I'm greedy for this lonely fragrance.

At this moment in the world, falling silver makeup.

After drinking, the snow is vast,

It should be full of pear blossom.

But how, on the paper sideburns, forever flies frost.

I think it's all right recently,

It's just the wind.

At this moment in the world, empty melancholy.