Lyrics of lensang's Gezhi Temple(lun sang ge zhi miao tang ge ci )

Soldiers and halberds fight, hoarse, scattered figures call crows.

Sideburns are the struggle of time.

Who rubs the strokes, who unloads the armor beside the blade?

Who shed blood to give up care.

Wind dust side by side under the Cuan, help each other to bury tears.

Under the ruins, the old soldier replied, don't ask home until you die!

Last night the wind and rain should be summer, dream alone Xia.

Flying star should send him.

One horse is a thousand carved flowers. They are all dead bones. Why are they so noisy.

Mole ant annoys Luocha, kaiheda.

The pride surprised the horses in front of the battle.

How many more to fight? I'll kill you. .

Night kiss hundred Li yellow sand, straight drunk enmity to the end of the world.

All kinds of Xiao Sha.

When the war broke out, the industry burned the pagoda.

I'm tired of listening to the love talk of huangquan.

Recalling the past, the river and the mountains are so charming that my son is old.

The sight of the mountains and rivers is full of sorrow, and the battle of the iron cavalry is full of wind and thunder!

Last night the wind and rain should be summer, dream alone Xia.

Flying star should send him.

One horse is a thousand carved flowers. They are all dead bones. Why are they so noisy.

Mole ant annoys Luocha, kaiheda.

The pride surprised the horses in front of the battle.

How many more to fight? I'll kill you.

Outside the pass, the wind is fishy, the wax is residual, and the clothes are mulberry and hemp.

Ancient and rare weeping crops.

Compared with the Zhumen Yamen in the city, the white jade is the red gold horse of the hall.

Who's afraid? Destroy the courtiers.

Death is lust for blood.

Only long songs can live up to me, and clean up the world with righteousness

Outside the pass, the wind is fishy, the wax is residual, and the clothes are mulberry and hemp.

Ancient and rare weeping crops.

Compared with the Zhumen Yamen in the city, the white jade is the red gold horse of the hall.

Who's afraid? Destroy the courtiers.

It's Hongxia.

Only long songs can live up to me, and clean up the world with righteousness

Chinese PinYin : Lun Sang Ge Zhi Miao Tang Ge Ci