WangXian
fēihuā lián bì fēngliú yì niánshào
gū sū yòu fàn chūn cháo
qún fēng yǐnyǐn yún shēn chù
yánmián zì yǒu xiāngsī dào
rén suī qù bīngxīn wèi xiāo
yǔguò pípá qiào
zhú gāo lüè tiāo suíshǒu pāo shéi jiēzhe
gè zhōng suān tián rìhòu dōu fù yīxiào
yuánlái chén qíng jù shì jiù rén
liáodòng xīnshì rúhé néng bì chén
yǔ nǐ yī qū chuī chè huān tóng hèn
qiānfānguò hái tiānzhēn
dào shuō suíbiàn yìqì hé xiāoyáo
shēnhòu què shì tāotāo
yān shuǐ tiáotiáo gòng qīngzhōu
yún píng dēnghuǒ jiē tiān zhào
hū xǐng lái bùshì tā xiāo
chénshì sānqiān tiáo
bùjí bàn tán tiānzǐ xiào shéi zuì dào
tíng xián wàng jī qíng dòng què nán zhīxiǎo
yuánlái zài féng zhǐ xū yīshùn
guòwǎng zàiyì hébì chùchù wén
yǔ nǐ huà jǐn shēngsǐ jiǔ shàng wēn
shí nián mèng wèi jué lěng
yuánlái chén qíng jù shì jiù rén
liáodòng xīnshì rúhé néng bì chén
yǔ nǐ yī qū chuī chè huān tóng hèn
qiānfānguò hái tiānzhēn
WangXian
In the flying flowers, the face is covered, the wind drifts for a year
Lonely and sad, spring tide
The group of phoenixes hides in the clouds
Facing each other, there is a hint of sorrow
People come and go, with a smile in their hearts
Passing by the sound of the pipa
The bamboo is high and the leaves are thin, who is following
All kinds of sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy are all embraced with a smile
Originally, the affection between the strings is just human
How can the moving heart be compared
With you, blowing the dust, happy and sad
A thousand miles away, still true
Saying casually, together with laughter and jokes
Deep inside, it's all waves
The eyes are jumping, the sky is clear
The clouds are calm, the fire is bright
Joy comes, not just a smile
Thousands of threads in the morning
Can't catch up, half talking, who is the most drunk
Listening to the strings, forgetting the love, but it's hard to know
Originally, in the wind, just need a moment
Passing by, where to ask and where to answer
With you, talking about life and death, asking and kissing
Ten years of dreams, for the sake of cold
Originally, the affection between the strings is just human
How can the moving heart be compared
With you, blowing the dust, happy and sad
A thousand miles away, still true