Qiran's lyrics of Shang Ping Shuo

Who sighs at the warm broken bridge of West Lake

Where can I linger when I brush my face with carved jade and willows

Yan Youzi, a stranger from baishati

Unfold the folding fan, caress the tea and smile at the changes of the world

You pour your heart into your heart and give your love to your youth

The cold moon shines on the lonely boat, but the world is full of admiration

Frivolous Book dream back to the total angle of love chaos

How many things can be broken

Flowers bloom and fall together

Once the spring is over, the red line will be in disorder

Mountains, rivers, sun and moon

Boating, fishing and listening to the sounds of nature

Gambling, memory, tea fragrance

Autumn leaves are red and thick

The sound of flute in the attic

The road is long, the strings are like swallows, but I still hear a sigh

A dress of green silk and a drink of fragrance

The snow of poplars flying high

Pearl, jade, brocade and silk

Plain hand holding white jade cup, hook lips to look at rivers and mountains

The last year of the book

Leaning out of the window, I can still hear the music of whose house is far away

Long candle tears sighed, the wind is hard to show

He fan Gu Gu claps a case, the road floats like smoke