Lyrics of the bridge(hou xian guo qiao ge ci )

Still under the lamp

Egg yellow aperture in accompany me slowly boil

It doesn't matter whether you stay up late or take medicine

The key is to cross the bridge

When it comes to crossing the bridge, Mengzi County admires Yang Xiucai

Rice noodles and chicken soup are cold and hot

I don't love the girl who helps Tian Luo

Only occasionally turn over the chicken soup of the soul

Then turn off the light and fall asleep

Thick eyes accompany me to prepare for the exam

It's too early for desk lamp to wait for dawn

The chill continues to blow, the pride is unbridled

I can only forget spring

Mengzi Lake Pavilion farewell tears frame

Don't be homesick with your umbrella in the rain

Entering the gate of Dali, the scholar looks up

When did you unveil the colorful lantern

I don't know if I'm going to take the exam or not

I only want to be an official for one day and take care of my family

I hope my mother's son will return as soon as possible

Hold up the red boat and marry the girl back to the warm bowl at the bottom of the bridge

Strong liquor accompanied me to the exam

Light warmth around the pillow

The fragrance of flowers is no longer enchanting

Only the scenery of hometown is beautiful

Wake up in the middle of the night, the world is still there

Can the left and right brain pay you three shifts

Simply dream of time also used to prepare for the exam

The preaching of aunts in the corridor every day

Chinese children are smart

Be famous as a scientist

It has a bright future

Be a white collar in the future

Authority is respected

(Nong, Nong, wake up, wake up)

No.7 in Honghe

Assist county magistrate to enter officialdom

Finally, the young general is invited to the hall

The bridge has passed, a good wife has been married, and the table is fragrant

I don't know if the Yamen road is going well

I only wish to be an official for one day, and my ambition can be drafted

I'll go early and return late. I'll bear the burden of the people

But things are right and people are wrong, pedantic life is like years

Strong spirits accompany me to think

Light smoke in the heart around

The flute is half melancholy

Those who are misled are worried

Neighbors start and face the door, east wind turns south wind

The south wind turns to the north wind and the west wind turns into a tornado

The family relationship next door is very bad. Singing must be a fight

Fall things rhythmically, rap from time to time

A little quarrel about Teresa Teng's affair

When you get divorced, you usually choose the fever version of Vienna Golden Hall

Uncle downstairs, please don't go to granny bridge

Shh! When I was a child, my hometown was already asleep

I'm not going back to my post

I'll change my blue shirt when I'm down

Water lilies on the lake are not naturally bent

You brought me a bowl of dry pulp, and the fragrance warmed my heart

I run by the lake at dawn and look again

Open a rice noodle shop by the bridge and let Piao settle down

A mouthful of hot soup

Return to the world, cold and plain love

Thick eyes accompany me to prepare for the exam

It's too early for desk lamp to wait for dawn

The chill continues to blow, the pride is unbridled

I can only forget spring

Strong liquor accompanied me to the exam

Light warmth around the pillow

The fragrance of flowers is no longer enchanting

Only the scenery of hometown is beautiful

Whenever I pick up this bowl of cross bridge rice noodles, I think

How much is your future in your backpack

Besides that single wooden bridge, I have dreams

So I kept looking, kept looking, kept looking

Whenever I pick up this bowl of cross bridge rice noodles, I think

How many quiet bridges will we walk through in this life

At the end of the bridge, we can hold the hand that we are destined to hold

Then go straight, go straight

Whenever I pick up this bowl of cross bridge rice noodles, I think

How much is your future in your backpack

Besides that single wooden bridge, I have dreams

So I kept looking, kept looking, kept looking

Whenever I pick up this bowl of cross bridge rice noodles, I think

How many quiet bridges will we walk through in this life

At the end of the bridge, we can hold the hand that we are destined to hold

Then go straight, go straight

Chinese PinYin : Hou Xian Guo Qiao Ge Ci