What is the lyrics of a song in Hou Xian called "Deep Eyes Accompany You to Take the Exam"?

Crossing the Bridge-Hou Xian

The evening sun is still shining under the desk lamp.

The aperture of egg yolk is slowly cooking with me.

Staying up late has nothing to do with boiling medicine.

The key is to cross over and squeeze through the wooden bridge.

Speaking of crossing the bridge, Mengzi County envies Yang Xiucai.

There are rice noodles and chicken soup hidden under the calm.

I don't have a girl who likes to help snails.

Just occasionally flip through the chicken soup for the soul

Then quietly turn off the lights and go to sleep.

Thick eyes accompany me to prepare for the exam.

It's too early to expect dawn for a desk lamp.

The chill continues to blow away unbridled pride.

I can only forget spring.

A farewell tearbox from Kohantei.

Do not miss an umbrella in the rain.

Entering the gate of Dali, the scholar looked up.

When will juren come home?

I don't know if I did well in the exam.

I just want to be an official and take care of my family for one day.

Mother's family is looking forward to her early return.

Grasp the red boat and marry the girl back to the bowl at the bottom of the bridge to keep warm.

Strong spirit accompanied me to catch up with the exam.

A faint warmth surrounds the pillow.

The flowers behind him are no longer charming.

Only the scenery in my hometown is beautiful.

Wake up in the middle of the night, the world is still there.

Can the left and right brains pay you to do the problem in three shifts?

Time in dreams is also used for preparing for exams.

Aunties preach in the corridor every day.

China's children are very clever.

When scientists are famous

Development is very promising.

Be a white-collar worker in the future

Authority is respected.

(Lennon, wake up, wake up)

Honghe Prefecture ranked seventh on the list.

Assist the county magistrate to enter the officialdom

Finally, the young lady will come to pay homage.

The bridge is over, a good wife is married, and the table smells good.

I wonder if Yafu Road is good.

I only hope that the ambitions in the hearts of officials can be drafted one day.

I go early and come back late, and the people bear the burden.

Helpless things are people who are not pedantic, angry and disheartened.

Deep spirit accompanied me to think.

The faint smell of smoke from cooking haunts my mind.

The shepherd plays the flute, half melancholy.

The lost people are worried.

Neighbors began to mix noodles.

Through the hall, the east wind turns into the south wind, and the north wind turns the west wind into a tornado.

The family relationship next door is very bad. Singing must be quarreling and throwing things. Rhythm and rap from time to time.

Noisy Teresa Teng incident, Na Ying's divorce, usually choose the fanatical version of the Vienna Golden Hall.

Uncle downstairs continues to rock slowly.

Please don't go to Waipoqiao.

Shh! When I was a child, my hometown was already asleep.

I will resign if I don't take a step back.

When my clothes hang down, my blue shirt changes back.

The water lilies on the lake are not naturally bent.

You brought a bowl of dried pulp to warm my heart.

I ran to the lake at dawn to look for it again.

Open a rice noodle shop by the bridge to give Park a place to stay.

The refreshing fragrance of a Hu spicy soup alley conveys the warmth and coldness of the world.

Plain and then plain, return to the place where love began.

Thick eyes accompany me to prepare for the exam.

It's too early to expect dawn for a desk lamp.

The chill continues to blow away unbridled pride.

I can only forget spring.

Strong spirit accompanied me to catch up with the exam.

A faint warmth surrounds the pillow.

The flowers behind him are no longer charming.

Only the scenery in my hometown is beautiful.

Every time I pick up this bowl of rice noodles crossing the bridge, I think

How much your future is in the backpack of the journey.

Besides the wooden bridge, I still have dreams, so I keep looking, looking, looking.

Every time I pick up this bowl of rice noodles crossing the bridge, I think

How many quiet bridges will I cross in my life?

On the bridge, you can hold hands that are destined to be held, and then go straight ahead.