Lyrics of Hong Chen's Liang Jian Yan - singing version

Liang Jian Yan

There are wild flowers beside the Zhuque bridge and sunset at the entrance of Wuyi lane.

In the old days, the swallow in front of Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people.

The swallows flying in the west window

With two flies in green water

Wang Xie's hometown in the past

The tomb of leaving clothes alone is hard to appear at dusk

Liang Jian Yan steals eyes, peach leaves compound peach leaves

Ah, the spring breeze is endless

The tears of the ferry people droop and the oar sounds silent

Ah, gracious

There is a hundred years of crossing in taoyiwu Lane

Love on paper, love on poetry, love in painting, love in heart

Every year, the swallows are dancing, with tiles on the roof and nests under the eaves, new mud and old titles

It's hard to cut the candle and cut the love

Who cares about the plain clothes in front of the window

Between the Qinhuai River and the Huaihe River, there are warblers and swallows

Looking forward to the round building

Listen to the words of Yan Mei Juan for many years

Ah, who can see the tears

Sitting alone by the window

Ah, whose face is reflected in the mirror

For thousands of years, there are Wuyi lane, taoyedu and liangjianyan

Love on paper, love on poetry, love in painting, love in heart

Every year, the swallows are dancing, with tiles on the roof and nests under the eaves, new mud and old titles

For thousands of years, there are Wuyi lane, taoyedu and liangjianyan

Love on paper, love on poetry, love in painting, love in heart

Every year, the swallows are dancing, with tiles on the roof and nests under the eaves, new mud and old titles