WangXian La chan
飞花连碧风流一年少
fēihuā lián bì fēngliú yì niánshào
孤苏又翻春潮
gū sū yòu fàn chūn cháo
群风吟吟云深处
qún fēng yǐnyǐn yún shēn chù
烟面自有相思到
yánmián zì yǒu xiāngsī dào
人虽去冰心为笑
rén suī qù bīngxīn wèi xiāo
雨过琵琶桥
yǔguò pípá qiào
竹篙略挑随手抛谁接着
zhú gāo lüè tiāo suíshǒu pāo shéi jiēzhe
各种酸甜日后都付一笑
gè zhōng suān tián rìhòu dōu fù yīxiào
原来尘情剧是旧人
yuánlái chén qíng jù shì jiù rén
了动心事如何能避尘
liáodòng xīnshì rúhé néng bì chén
与你一曲吹车换痛恨
yǔ nǐ yī qū chuī chè huān tóng hèn
千方过还天真
qiānfānguò hái tiānzhēn
到说随便异气和逍遥
dào shuō suíbiàn yìqì hé xiāoyáo
深厚却是滔滔
shēnhòu què shì tāotāo
烟水跳跳共青州
yān shuǐ tiáotiáo gòng qīngzhōu
云平灯火接天照
yún píng dēnghuǒ jiē tiān zhào
呼醒来不是他笑
hū xǐng lái bùshì tā xiāo
尘世三千条
chénshì sānqiān tiáo
不及半弹天子笑谁最到
bùjí bàn tán tiānzǐ xiào shéi zuì dào
听弦望机情动却难知晓
tíng xián wàng jī qíng dòng què nán zhīxiǎo
原来再风只需一瞬
yuánlái zài féng zhǐ xū yīshùn
过往再忆何必处处问
guòwǎng zàiyì hébì chùchù wén
与你画尽生死九上温
yǔ nǐ huà jǐn shēngsǐ jiǔ shàng wēn
十年梦为绝冷
shí nián mèng wèi jué lěng
原来尘情剧是旧人
yuánlái chén qíng jù shì jiù rén
了动心事如何能避尘
liáodòng xīnshì rúhé néng bì chén
与你一曲吹车换痛恨
yǔ nǐ yī qū chuī chè huān tóng hèn
千方过还天真
qiānfānguò hái tiānzhēn
WangXian La chan
Flying flowers, green wind, one year young
Lonely Su flips the spring tide again
The group of winds hums in the deep clouds
The misty face naturally brings thoughts
Even if people leave, the icy heart still smiles
After the rain, the lute bridge
The bamboo pole slightly picks up, who catches it
All kinds of sweetness will be paid with a smile in the future
It turns out that the dust is just old
How can the matters of the heart avoid the dust
Playing a tune with you, exchanging pain for hatred
A thousand ways to pass, still naive
Saying casually, different air and carefree
Deep but vast
The misty water jumps with Qingzhou
The clouds are flat, the lights connect to the sky
Waking up, it's not him laughing
The world has three thousand rules
Not even half a laugh, who can laugh the most
Listening to the strings, looking at the opportunity, the feelings are difficult to understand
It turns out that the wind only takes a moment
Why ask everywhere about the past memories
Drawing the end of life and death with you, the warmth of nine ascents
Ten years of dreams turn into absolute cold
It turns out that the dust is just old
How can the matters of the heart avoid the dust
Playing a tune with you, exchanging pain for hatred
A thousand ways to pass, still naive