When will there be a bright moon (Mink Song Su Shi)
The full moon in the west building (a piece of red lotus root fragrance and autumn residual jade of Mei and Li Qingzhao)
Rolling the Yangtze River eastward (opening remarks of Romance of the Three Kingdoms)
Alone in the west wing (Li Yu meets his friends like a hook in the west wing)
Yu Meiren (Li Yu)
Funeral songs
Chai Feng (Luyou Decoction Pill)
Want to talk about (Xin Qiji)
Handsome Xiaotian's Touch Fish
Before the arrival of the spring breeze, Liu Xian circled like a cloud.
If you want to ask about your heart, you will be ashamed and low-browed.
And who, carefree, when the river returns.
At the foot of the lonely mountain, lift cranes to Xun Mei, tang qian in May and June, and leisurely give flowers and pick roses.
Vanity Fair and Xiao Yue have the same profit and loss, such as paper dust.
He who wakes up drunk has many dreams.
Don't you see, white-haired man, you cry for old age and sorrow.
Lonely wind blowing, advise you not to regret, youth is beautiful, inaction is also promising.
change into
wild with joy
Song: River Map-Lyrics of Rain Breaking the South of the Yangtze River: Shuai Xiaotian.
Liu Xian had flown away before the spring breeze arrived.
In my dream, flowers curl like clouds.
Acacia tears/plums
Regret/ecstasy
One-night stand in the rain in Xiaolou
The grass outside the curtain is green and dripping.
The peach blossom falls in the place where the little mandarin duck lives.
A few beautiful scents/dreams
Wuyi Xiang/Yanzifei
Wanshui Qian Shan doesn't know when to return.
To be sad/frown
Worry is like dust/like Xiao Yue's profit and loss.
Around the beauty of youth
Old white hair reminder
Who is it for?
The broken song of Jiang Nanyu.
Plum boiling wine/looking through autumn water
Holding an empty cup in his hand.
Lonely wind blowing/Haitang sleeping in spring
Yan Yan is drunk again.
The fragrant soul vaguely dreams and bows down to the Buddha.
Ask bodhi/whose sin?
Although it is fate/fatigue.
Running water is ruthless and never regrets.
The west wind is thin/kites fly
It is difficult to catch up with the red line under the hairspring/moon.
A little lovesick tears
Lock the boudoir from now on.
Worried about my generation
Fate came to this taste.
Forget fatigue/sleepless nights
A man's face is like paper, and his illness is like dust.
Blue silk is flying like snow/clothes.
When you are lonely, helpless and poor
Hit the railing/get drunk with who
This is a sweet dream and fragile.
Looking back/youth is beautiful.