Dinner is snowy, and my hometown is full of wine.
A person is in a hurry, with a shadow and a silent voice.
The thatched cottage has three points of pollution, and the teacher is still full of flavor.
However, no matter how wide the wound is and how wide the heart is, it is difficult to return the love of friends.
(the second song)
Mo Wen's Yin Shi Fu, a book of books, has a long history;
I really know each other. It's been a long time. I met you late and will come back later.
There is no limit to learning the sea, praising Wen Qi, reuniting old friends and lamenting the fleeting time;
Let it be the spring and autumn period I wrote, singing the essence and feeling.
(The third song)
Under the hedge, autumn is deep and chrysanthemum is yellow, and Chongyang enjoys the same family.
Although the flower is too old, it is only because the loving mother is around.
(the fourth song)
Hanzhong, willows jump in the morning, clouds move and fog disperse to smell birds.
The wind dances and veils are far away, the mountains are misty, the warblers are quiet and graceful, and the villagers are smart.
The rape blossoms are wonderful, and the green waves go around the covered bridge in Shuang Yan.
Xiangying silk scarf ~ dancing and shaking, in a good mood, the naughty child in Yaochi smiled.