Lyrics of rain in Luoyang by Han Yu

Misty flowers blooming in the spring breeze

If you beat the horse, the pavilion will be heavy

Luoyang rain Lake girl walking in a hurry

In the twinkling of an eye, the scholar was fond of it

The moon catches the sad light and wakes up in the dream

Zhumen is quiet, cold and floating, thinking of the eternal day

The sound of the copper pot is even more leaky, and the solitary swallow stands at the top

The withered leaves are thick and cold, and the current is not resistant to wind and rain

Deep in the palace gate and pure in the Pavilion

Who's warm with oil paper umbrella

The past is like smoke, leaving a field in the air and washing the autumn with drizzle

Talking and laughing about the old age

The moon catches the sad light and wakes up in the dream

Zhumen is quiet, cold and floating, thinking of the eternal day

The sound of the copper pot is even more leaky, and the solitary swallow stands at the top

The withered leaves are thick and cold, and the current is not resistant to wind and rain

Deep in the palace gate and pure in the Pavilion

Who's warm with oil paper umbrella

The past is like smoke, leaving a field in the air and washing the autumn with drizzle

Talking and laughing about the old age

Deep in the palace gate and pure in the Pavilion

Who's warm with oil paper umbrella

The past is like smoke, leaving a field in the air and washing the autumn with drizzle

Talking and laughing about the old age