Flowers bloom everywhere,
Who pities Hong Xiang?
Soft springs float in the spring pavilion,
Touch the embroidered curtain.
360 days a year,
Wind, sword and frost are strict.
When will it be bright,
Once wandering, it's hard to find.
Flowers are easy to see but hard to find.
Worry about the steps in front of the door, worry about burying flowers.
Steal tears with a flower hoe,
Sprinkle it on the branches above and see blood stains.
May slaves grow wings,
Fly to the end of the sky with flowers.
At the end of the day,
Where is Xiangshan!
At the end of the day,
Where is Xiangshan!
If you don't collect your beautiful bones,
A cup of pure land hides the wind.
The quality is clean and neat,
It's better than being trapped in a ditch.
I died today and was buried.
I don't know when Nong will die.
Nong, the person who buried the flowers is laughing today.
Who did he know when he was buried?
At the end of the day,
Where is Xiangshan!
At the end of the day,
Where is Xiangshan!
Let's watch the flowers in spring fall gradually.
When beauty grows old.
No sad songs for me,
I don't know!
I don't know!
I don't know!
If you still want music, please click:/... A Dream of Red Mansions Buries Flowers. mp3。