Lyrics of wild grass

Looking at the pine smoke far away, the water chasing the mountain far away

Looking at the inkstone lying on the desk, the ink flower sleeps

Your pen carries ink and you fly on paper

How many articles do you have between thick and light

In this life, the heart of splashing ink hides thousands of mountains

Right and wrong, who is crazy and persistent

This life is too turbid, but I don't want to say it

A free and easy way to borrow wine

Giving language as a gift

Give black and white with solemnity

Give tomorrow as before, wave goodbye to youth

Give you the whole autumn, hand a Yang, sign the name of huaixian

In this life, the heart of splashing ink hides thousands of mountains

Right and wrong, who is crazy and persistent

This life is too turbid, but I don't want to say it

A free and easy way to borrow wine

A piece of language as a gift

Give black and white with solemnity

Give tomorrow as before, wave goodbye to youth

Give you the whole autumn, hand a Yang, sign the name of huaixian

Give the morning mist wet drunk, Yan Xingxi still dream shallow

Give the rain curtain at dusk to brush the dust and smoke on the wall

Give the world a moment to express love for half a lifetime

Give you a madness, another hundred years drunk in the world