Lyrics:
Nothing, you can know the spring and autumn by feeling things.
Autumn is rainy, so stay together.
Leave a bone and a peak, and leave a face to reflect the water.
See you at four o'clock, beautiful Xizhou.
What is in Xizhou? Trees in the distance are flat mountains.
If the clouds are idle, the rain will not be collected, and the young son will lead the cow.
The downtown is silent, and all kinds of things are vivid.
Half a roll of rattan clothes is wrinkled with moss, and the years are carefree.
Driving a horse, or riding a few cars into the picture.
Close at hand, the path winds through the bridge.
I sincerely hope you can cross the transition.
Come to the bridge, rosin will be grounded.
Swing a dragon and embroider a tiger out of the sleeve, and the micro-stone falls into the sea, fluctuating up and down.
Draw a few winding lines coaxial, and draw a straight desert.
Pale autumn, a dripping piece of paper.
Remember me, Changfeng Wan Li's fingers are not hooked
Form an enterprise, this means.
How long can you live if you don't swim?
Many rivers and seas leak, and love to borrow from the world.
Sorrow and joy are rewarded, and Liu Chunying planted them.
Knowing that there is no hope, it is after three lives.
Who reads Guan Yu from another world and says red beans in the poem?
I haven't seen southerners for a long time. How many have I seen?
Young when you come, white when you go.
Forget you and look for you endlessly.
Painting outsiders is perishable, just like shades of color.
If you are stained with ice and snow, put on the glass rafters first, dip in cinnabar and climb the gold and silver building.
Fate, never put off till tomorrow what you can dust, knife bow brown rust
Raise your hand at night and splash blue and blue on me.
The firefly lamp only returns to the torrent during the day, and the body and soul seem to be sending it.
In this world, I am not at large.
One thing in love, no wood, no forest, no water to sail.
Love is not true or false.
Love a person, the depth of accumulation is not thick, and the accumulated years are not old.
When you are in love, the ink is not dry.
One hundred generations fly for nothing, and the land is locked in prison.
Lantian needs wine, and the nectar can pour the jade thin.
It is difficult to remove dirt at the top, and it is difficult to moisten at the top.
She knows she can't ask for it.
Drunk with every song, knowing that he doesn't have to wait.
Just about the gap between two hearts, light and darkness are the same when everything stops playing.
Zhiyi listened to Qiushui and asked the ephemera, but Xuanming couldn't detect Beidou.
But why do you believe that acacia is the gentlest, and you expect HarmonyOS system?
Dreaming with heartache, you and twenty-eight nights are looking back.
It's me, colorful-winged whale tail red silk world week
Where is love, this heart?
be leisurely and carefree
Extended data:
The lyrics of Blowing Dreams in Xizhou are delicate, romantic and bold, depicting the dark and elusive Peach Blossom Garden in Xizhou, where the goddess I admire and yearn for plays and dances, and her eyes are full of affection, as if she were an invitation to know each other in the painting. The title of the song is taken from the phrase "the south wind knows what I want and dreams of Xizhou" in Yuefu folk songs in the Southern Dynasties, which is full of charm in Wei and Jin Dynasties.
The high-quality audio-visual of Huang's "Entrusting Immortals" is simple as a flower, cloud-centered, and demon high and low sounds are desirable. The combination of "Dahuang and Xiaoyang" supported by Huang also created such a dialogue with a sense of distance when singing.