proposal

Red bean qu

Song of Wen Qing

Smart and tired

Zi Ling Zhou Song

Tipa San Jue

Sighing Xiangling

Bury flowers

Divide flesh and blood

Autumn window stormy night

A vain desire

Good song

, "Bury flowers"

Flowers fade, flowers fly all over the sky, and who will pity if the red disappears and the fragrance disappears?

The hair is soft and floating in the spring pavilion, and the hair falls and touches the embroidered curtain.

360 days a year, wind, sword and frost are pressing hard.

How long can it be bright and fresh? Once wandering, it's hard to find.

Flowers are easy to see but hard to find.

Steal tears with a flower hoe, and look up to the sky and see blood stains with branches.

May slaves have wings and fly to the end of the sky with flowers.

After all, where there is Xiangshan!

If you don't collect beautiful bones, a pure land will shelter you from the wind.

It's better to be clean than trapped in a ditch.

I'm going to die and be buried today. I don't know when Nong will die

The man who buried the flowers is laughing today, but who did he know when he buried them?

After all, where there is Xiangshan!

We see that the spring flowers are gradually falling, and it is the time when the beauty dies of old age.

No sad songs for me, I don't know what happened!

I don't know!