Qingnalanxingde
If life is just like the first sight, why draw a fan in the autumn wind?
It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.
Lishan dialect stops at midnight, and tears never complain.
More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before.
Huanxisha
Qingnalanxingde
Who reads the west wind alone,
The rustling yellow leaves closed the window,
Thinking about the past and the future, the sun sets.
Sleep soundly through wine,
Bet on books and tea,
At that time, only Tao was ordinary.
Huanxisha
Qingnalanxingde
Residual snow condenses and gives off cold light to draw a picture.
It's midnight on the plum blossom flute,
Nowhere is the moon bright.
I am a melancholy guest in the world,
Know what you're crying about.
I remember my life in the sound of heartbreak.
Huatangchun
Qingnalanxingde
Two people in a generation fight for two ecstasy all their lives.
Acacia don't look at each other, who is spring?
Begging from the blue bridge is easy, but rushing into the blue shipwreck.
If you allow me to visit Oxford, I will forget my poverty relatively.
Endless longing
Qingnalanxingde
Mountain is a journey, and water is a journey.
Go to Guan Yu,
Night light.
Once the wind changes, so does the snow.
I can't dream of breaking my hometown,
There is no such sound in my hometown.
mulberry leaf harvest
Qingnalanxingde
Who is singing that sad and sad old tune of the Conservatory of Music?
The wind is rustling, the rain is rustling,
Another night of death.
I don't know what bothers me.
It's boring to wake up, it's boring to be drunk,
I never dreamed of going to Xie Qiao.