The hairpin-headed phoenix Lu You
Red hands, yellow vine wine,
The city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls.
The east wind is evil and happiness is thin.
With melancholy in mind, I have been away for a few years.
Wrong, wrong, wrong!
Spring is as old as ever, people are thin and empty,
The tears are stained by red silk and silk threads.
Peach blossoms fall, leisurely pool pavilion.
Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book.
Mo, Mo, Mo!
The Hairpin-headed Phoenix Tang Wan
The world is thin and human nature is evil,
Flowers fall easily at dusk when the rain comes.
The wind dries at dawn, leaving traces of tears.
When I want to write down my thoughts, I talk alone in Xilan.
Difficult! Disaster! Disaster!
People are different, today is not yesterday,
Sick souls are often like swing ropes.
The sound of the horn is cold and the night is dark.
Afraid of being asked, swallowing tears and making up for joy.
Hide it! conceal! conceal!