One day the boudoir was embroidered, and the beautiful voice attracted people's attention.
Quickly, lightly move the lotus step and stand by,
I was busy looking for it, but I couldn't find anything so dazzling.
Looking around, I don't know why my heart is moving.
I was tired of mourning, and I began to miss home from that day on.
In this way, three days of mourning, five days of mourning,
The first phase and the third phase are entangled, and acacia burns in January and March.
I don't want to give up drinking, but the maid is anxious to tell you.
Mr. Huang was shocked when he knew it and ordered the housekeeper to look for him.
The housekeeper broke it with her heart that day, but it turned out to be; The vegetable garden in front of the embroidered building,
Very wide, very wide, very beautiful, a young man stirred the water,
I am singing with great interest, and I sing very well.
In the spring breeze, birds are singing happily, and the euphemistic voice is particularly embarrassing.
He sang: in the dog days of midsummer, rich people hold umbrellas,
I have no money without water, and the poor are bitter and sweaty.
If a woman is in pain outside, please ask her to earn more money to try the flute.
Suddenly, with a clang and a pouring sound, the song of the lock spirit spread all over the air.
A song enters the door, which is the waist of the Yellow River.
I've been sick since March, and I can't move but I'm crying.
Rushing, like rushing water,
Wandering around, dreaming about you all day,
Who wants that? I am full of lovesickness and dreams,
Up to now, I haven't left Handan to stay in Conan.
Turn over and jump on the bed, choking with uncontrollable sadness,
After passing it on, the parrot also imitated the girl and rolled like a knife.
From that day on, I listened to music, and the color was charming five days a day.
You can sit up on the 7th and 9th and walk before the full moon.
Acacia confuses, begonia dyes the face and scatters spring.
Break free from the maid's hand and ring the flute all the way.
Skirt Ran Ran dancing butterfly dance, suspected of walking in the Moon Palace.
Three steps and two steps to the window, looking at the sound.
I will see you in the end, and the lotus will fall in the rain.
I stopped the fog curtain and looked forward to it again and again, and it didn't rain.
Look at her again. What happened to her?
Yesterday's lovesickness escaped to today, because it was not Lang's dream.
Ugly man, at this time, the song suddenly sounded dazzling.
Surprised eyes and two soul-stirring, a pair of beautiful eyes did not throw away as soon as possible.
Look, a pair of stupid eyes,
Surprised and happy, then the pitch of the song began.
He didn't want to look up at the coffin,
How could I lose my soul? Acacia is full of sorrow.
Drifting away, like the light yellow leaves in autumn,
How do the rich and the poor cross the border? Can't afford to turn to a ghost town.
The soul sings without a tie, and regrets the fairy.
Take your heart out and put it in a cage, especially looking for the Huangs Gate in the outer room.
I don't know what this means, so I bought Gillian as a bird.
The servant girl hung in front of the window and sang in the air.
One song stirs two tears, and three songs combine five flavors.
It's hard to get rid of anger when four songs are played, but how can five songs be sung in tears for a long time?
Tell Huanghe to listen to me. I hated that day. I shouldn't be singing sleep downstairs.
I am a coffin, you know? From that day on, I never saw that girl again.
It's sad to live like a year, and it's not sad to miss you.
You want me to meet you, I want you to walk in the sky.
Today, I met you twice, and I fell madly in love with you.
The soul is singing and walking in the air, not wanting to take it seriously!
The shadow of the Yellow River has shocked the flood, and the jade hand picked up the cage early.
Looking at the result in a daze, tears rolled down.
Drop by drop, the river burst its banks.
The song came to an abrupt end and the tears were heartbreaking.
How can the Yellow River stop flowing?
A song loves the Yellow River girl and a song loves the coffin man.