Lyrics of Liu Keyi's crossing the wind

The west of the stream is fragrant and the moon is low

Old friends get together to listen to the mountain rain

On autumn evenings, the firefly leaves

When I came back, the green robe of the evening wind was blown up

With a reed in the river, there is no time in the place where the smoke is ploughed

You can't write a Book thirty miles from the door

Holding a reed, the river's Lake is driven by the light and wind

How many pots of Piccolo sound from cattle back

The west of the stream is fragrant and the moon is low

Old friends get together to listen to the mountain rain

On autumn evenings, the firefly leaves

When I came back, the green robe of the evening wind was blown up

With a reed in the river, there is no time in the place where the smoke is ploughed

You can't write a Book thirty miles from the door

Holding a reed, the river's Lake is driven by the light and wind

How many pots of Piccolo sound from cattle back

A reed river lake, where there is no smoke

You can't write a Book thirty miles from the door

Holding a reed in the river, waiting for the clouds to stop raining

Enjoy the fragrance of rice and watch the sunrise in the wind

A reed in the lake

The blank space of youth's pen fan head