Hita "Muxiang" lyrics(mu xiang ge ci )

Drink flowers and carve, and be drunk to make the sky old.

Who is in the courtyard, suddenly to the sword again scabbard.

There is no spring grass in the desert.

It's like the flowers in the south of the Yangtze River bloom early and are surrounded by thousands of red flowers.

Push the window lazily to get the crescent moon and grind the true and false for half a lifetime,

If Magnolia has night hair.

Sighing, sighing, sighing, sighing.

Most of all, there were all kinds of troubles between the eyebrows in those years.

Riding through mountains, streams and villages,

Always looking back at the distance under the night.

The flowing moon of the moat slowly lengthens the mind,

A stone rippled the light.

On the top of the city, the sky is frosty,

Who is full of cocoons, knows the battle and uniform.

There is no spring grass in the desert.

Brocade helmets seem to have blossomed early, with thousands of stews.

Leaning on the building, you can feel the wind and frost for half your life.

Only the green silk on the temples, but the wooden hairpin covers the light.

The fire is like a tide, how much light is extinguished,

But the thunder drum broke through the sky with a clear roar.

To fight against life and death,

A piece of blood falls and clothes are weathered.

I look at the North Que in the tower, and the North que stretches to the horizon.

I don't know how many proverbs God has made?

Riding through mountains, streams and villages,

Always looking back at the distance under the night.

The moat reflects the moon and floats with the past.

Who will lose the edge of the first World War in this life?

The flames of war have been blatant, prosperous or noisy,

A piece of hesitant and scattered battle clothes finally faded.

In the Ming Dynasty, if my heart is at the end of the world, the breeze combs my hair,

There is a magnolia in half bloom here.

Chinese PinYin : Mu Xiang Ge Ci