Lyrics of "south of the Yangtze River"

White porcelain bowl and awning boat oil paper umbrella

Turn around and see a beautiful woman

Rouge light eye wave

The pine and ink powder of the wooden table and table

A story says

Fence yard old long clothes old cigarette pole

When the vines climb up the gray tile wall

Covered the mottled vicissitudes

Whose Qingshi lane is the rain knocking

Reflect the sunset in the sky

It's south of the Yangtze River

There are old streets with the fragrance of wine

Peach cake, longxutang and plum soup

Children's laughter in ancient lane

Yanzhuteng teapot chair

Singing on the stage

Sit and watch the clouds roll

White walls and tiles are enough for half of the prosperous Tang Dynasty

There is a place south of the Yangtze River

Fishing fire shines on Wu Village in YueDi

Huansha girl is washing her neon clothes

Amazing the peddler

The storyteller is still holding his voice

Gossips about going south and North

South of the Yangtze River

Thousands of years later, the ancient ballad is still singing

Small bridge and flowing water retain time

Poetic and picturesque soil

Misty rain and flying flowers hazy my eyes

Who cares about ferry passengers

Playing chess casually and raising one's hand

Waiting for reincarnation to lead a life