Lyrics of aunt er's Shi Wei Wo Yi

Grab the sea of nine clouds, steam ice and make spring in mind.

The green bird comes with brocade to make up the pale past.

May the dust of the eight barren cliffs,

And when Frederick had done it, he was in a state of debauchery.

Zeng believes that the wind and the moon will grow old,

With emotion, the clothes are far away.

Thousands of miles to invite,

Who is not lonely?

Bright as silk, flying as silk.

How many volumes of the past are hidden here, how many pillows are desolate, and how many pieces are looted?

I look up at the fence, but I don't expect to see the magnificent world.

Yanbo produces ancient songs, which surround the eaves for many years.

I once laughed at you for coming out,

The only way to judge is to pick out the scabbard.

When the wind blows and the snow comes back,

You can't escape when you touch the scales.

Bright as silk, flying as silk.

There are several volumes of the past, several pillow desolation, several pieces of the edge of robbery?

I look up at the fence, but I don't expect to see the magnificent world.

Yanbo produces ancient songs, which surround the eaves for many years.

Endless years, new and old.

How many mood changes, how many joys and sorrows, how many couples?

Green and immature, but green and astringent,

Fortunately, I've seen all the designs and colors in half the city.

Take the soft snow and ride the wind.