Three hundred Tang Poems-Small Bean Sprouts
Word: Tu Minheng
Qu: Tu Minheng
The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light.
Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon.
Looking down, I feel nostalgic.
When I was a kid.
Mother asked me to recite 300 Tang poems.
The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light.
Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon.
Looking down, I feel nostalgic.
I don't know what homesickness is yet
At school.
The teacher asked me to recite 300 Tang poems.
It was the morning rain that wet the road dust in Weicheng.
The willows near the hotel have turned green again.
Please have another drink.
There is no reason for people in the west.
I don't know what parting is.
How many years have I passed?
How many times have I stepped on the fire?
How many cigarettes have I seen?
How much loneliness have I endured?
Looking down, I feel nostalgic.
There are only 300 Tang poems.
Is there frost already?
It's always with me.
Looking down, I feel nostalgic.
At school.
The teacher asked me to recite 300 Tang poems.
It was the morning rain that wet the road dust in Weicheng.
The willows near the hotel have turned green again.
Please have another drink.
There is no reason for people in the west.
I don't know what parting is.
What is the sadness of parting?