The lyrics of Huang er's green plum

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There are umbrella flowers to cover your head when you cross the elegant street

When it rains and clears

Lights go out at night

It's a sleepless night to see the painting again

Last night's shower stopped

Green plum stands alone in the vast frost field

The lamp man has received [the lamp has received]

Xiaoyue destroys the castle

I'm afraid of Linglong dice and an Hongdou

Bamboo fence flower is thin

Thank you for your time

How to eliminate suffering

It should be the wind at night that brings the shadow for thousands of years

It's hard for a inkstone to draw the elegant style of a book with brocade sleeves

Broken bridge umbrella silk embroidered handkerchief

Have a good time drunk

Flowers and wine on both sides of the Strait

People on the dike and willows under the dike bid farewell

Late snow does not know to a person after

A cold hand can't make a bad chess

No poem, no wine, no hurt

No longer linger in the hand of the sword

Only for the past

A touch of black clothes

Acacia writing axis

Does the person in the picture know

It's already Linglong dice and an Hongdou

A lonely house without moon

My mind is all over again

Looking back, looking back

Even if the sword is broken, the world is in hand

It's hard to wash away the misty rain of a coir raindrop. It's hard to wash away the misty rain of a coir raindrop

I don't know when it will be too late

In the middle of the night, the wind blows through the bamboo, leaving the curtain empty

In a flash, I can see through all my youth

Step Cangtai can't see which side of the plum blossom

I don't know the world in the sea of clouds

Who can relax the painting under the light in the cool night

Why empty frown to cool the moon

Suddenly listening to the sound of rain, I can't bear to recall the past

It was then, but now it's so sad

How many points can there be streamer under the cold flame when the long door is broken

How many sad things are forgotten

The most merciless flowers will not be reduced, and the camellia will stay for the next year

But in the middle of nowhere

It's hard to distinguish the true from the false of a dream of three generations

Don't dream once again