Song lyrics of the little soul

Qingya still water, dusk alone

The shadow of the trees is whirling and the sound of the Buddhist is chaotic

Stream fragrance, distant moss, moistening and reclining travelers

Heaven and earth without rain

Kyushu Fengyue is stored in my bottle

Lonely shadow writing mud, dust clouds and deep haze

Eyebrow and tail, lips and peaks

Leaning on the stick and stepping on the plain wind trace, frost rainbow falling blade

Golden winged shirt in the past

The imperial edict of kowtow to the high hall on the forehead

Both the government and the opposition are in disorder, and their eyes are dim

It's better to go back to the dream

Once saw the fish dragon tiger jackal prodigal son mediocrity

Although purple boa robe is hard to cut, it is less than 300 poems

Now my heart is like flying catkins, and I know that it's over

At that time, the moon was still in the air

Plants carry spirit, frost and snow do not deceive

He Zimei's wife's sarcasm

Generous sword is the heart of bright moon

The rest of Yan Bin's seat

Light clothes and light clogs in Wuling river at night

Drunk in the peach garden

Looking for Penglai

Don't laugh at me. I'm crazy. I'm sleeping

Golden winged shirt in the past

The imperial edict of kowtow to the high hall on the forehead

Both the government and the opposition are in disorder, and their eyes are dim

It's better to go back to the dream

Once saw the fish dragon tiger jackal prodigal son mediocrity

Although purple boa robe is hard to cut, it is less than 300 poems

Now my heart is like flying catkins, and I know that it's over

At that time, the moon was still in the air

"The moon is here, the wind is coming."