Lyrics of Lin Xieyang's Qingdu Shanshui Lang

Qingdu Shanshui Lang

Once approved to the rain wind coupons, tired on the cloud to borrow the chapter.

Ten thousand poems and a thousand cups of wine. I have been looking at Hou Wang.

Yulou Jinque languidly back, and inserted plum blossom drunk Luoyang.

Pipa and konghou are like mountains and waters with wine carving.

Old dream light fur, a look back, and stay.

The moon brows reach the top of the willows, and the blue boat goes here for a long time.

The cloud blows the sleeve, can't carry that what worry.

Qingxi walks with me along the bank, twists the kite to wear the small building.

A hundred carp fighting for the current, a dragon tooth for the sky, the more from the beginning.

I take Qingdu as an old tour, waving between the mountains and rivers.

Sing the West Island gently.

Once awarded to Lu Zhi wind certificate, tired play Liuyun borrow moon chapter.

One hundred thousand wild flowers in a dream, once misty rain two boundless.

The vast world of life is like a traveler.

It's better to break your heart when the past is so sad.

Pour a cup of wine, smile at the vicissitudes of life.

Zhumenqingliu, the setting sun low, jackdaw thin.

Who stays in Wuyi lane, Wang Xietang Qianyan forever.

In the Wei and Jin Dynasties, the bamboo grove is still full of wine.

Shake open a fan between your fingers and fall into the rivers and lakes and green mountains.

Cold palace column, a few sections of the book, can't finish.

Sprinkle half a jin of wine in the pot, and dye the folds and waves.

Apricot sky shadow, the guest is in full swing.

Lantian jade into Bixiao, amber cup on the cloud burning.

There are thousands of poems, which are far away from each other.

The path is broad with rain, and the bamboo dew in the courtyard is clear.

Raise your eyes and look up, it's not harmful to Qingyan.

Help the extreme in the air, and you have a look, the white head Mo Bian can pay?

Morning clock and evening drum, everything is difficult to calculate, where tired lazy where to swim!

Several times, this life from the beginning, only to the scenery Jiyue stay.

Beautiful scenery and bright moon

I'm Shanshui Lang, the capital of the Qing Dynasty.

With the help of the moon, there are thousands of poems and thousands of wine cups.

The jade tower and the golden palace languidly went back to see the marquis.

And the plum blossom, a happy to drunk Luoyang.

Huangliang pillow dream to listen to the river, holding candle short-lived white.

In the spring and Autumn period of calligraphy, the pen was waiting for each other, and the paper was as old as before.

Lotus in the mud from the quiet, plum does not stay with the east wind.

Gentle landscape, do not look back.