The lyrics of Hong Chen's xiaofengcanyue

Rain bell

The cold cicadas are sad. It's late at the pavilion, and the shower is beginning to stop.

All gate tent drink no mood, nostalgia, Lan Zhou urge.

Holding hands and looking at each other's tearful eyes, he was speechless and choked.

Read to thousands of miles of smoke, dusk heavy, clear sky wide.

Sentimental since ancient times, sad parting, even more cold autumn festival.

Where to wake up tonight? On the willow bank, the wind blows and the moon falls.

Butterflies in love with flowers

Standing on the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking at the extreme sorrow of spring, the sky is gloomy.

In the light of grass and smoke, who can rely on the meaning of silence?

If you want to get drunk, you can sing when you are drunk.

I don't regret that I'm getting wider and wider.

(Guangdong)

Sentimental since ancient times, hurt parting, more that can, cold autumn festival.

Where to wake up tonight? Willow shore, the breeze and the moon.

After all these years, it should be a good day and a good scene.

Even if there are thousands of customs, with whom?