Lyrics of Qingmin's Shi Shang man

JISE warm day, slow fire, warm stove, don't be cold for a long time

New shoots on two or three branches

Cooking snow, watching wind and dew, leaning on fence, smelling incense

Again, I read "when spring comes back, the swallows return slowly."

Nothing is too long to sleep

How far away are you from

I'm not familiar with the romance in the play, but I envy the two in the book

If it's not a branch of poetry

"I was born on the Bank of a river, and I don't admire the east mountain

Looking forward to the trickle

Looking at Changchuan, you can see that the ants are still alive

It happens that the world is warm, regardless of cold rain and frost

The decaying leaves and the withered branches spread

Two swallows on the beam

(Interlude)

Close the eyes, the shadow is disorderly, the book is lazy

Clouds and mists gather and disperse in hesitation

He shyly wrote Chi Su and borrowed it from Yanzu

Do not let the floating light be short, and do not let the poetry grow on the vine

"I was born on the Bank of a river, and I don't admire the east mountain

Looking forward to the trickle

Looking at Changchuan, you can see that the ants are still alive

It happens that the world is warm, regardless of cold rain and frost

The decaying leaves and the withered branches spread

Only then can we know what acacia is, not the general

"I'm used to drinking the dew, the snow, the sun and the moon

Keep a corner of the boundless wilderness

If exhausted, break the ground and go to the Old Testament

Wither in prosperity and burn in death

Though it falls, it never dies

The matter here is endless from birth to death