Lyrics of Qianjie's painting of Floating Life(qian jie fu sheng hui ge ci )

Floating life painting

A wandering man

The cool branches and leaves

Jiudianmei no wave return wind city misty rain drunk

Take advantage of the wind and rain to return to twilight

Nine years of sad autumn, and from the cup to Jiang Yue sprinkle

[Liuyun, Wulang, Fengcheng misty rain, Muyu orange wind, dark light]

[Li Ren - Juanzi sauce]

Blue bridge spring snow waiting for you to return

Apricot blossom and spring rain

Luan sound dust far brocade pile tired makeup, no intention to depict Daimei

The west window nestles up to the red candle

[spring snow in blue bridge, flying with clothes, a inch of dust, Luan sound dust]

[doctor Shuo Guan Niang]

I'll walk in my suitcase and chase after the misty clouds. I'll step on the grand pass of mountains and rivers

Taste all kinds of grass, brush the dust, help the world, hang the pot

Qihuanglu Q & A, qingnang is holding the book in a swaying way

Apricot forest warm in spring

Shaoguang changes thousand volumes of medical methods

[changing from haze to glory]

[hermit - sado]

Xilu looks at the clouds and the willows

The distant mountains are majestic, the cloud mountains are chaotic, and the green mountains are charming

Come and go, who calls idle crane chasing

Laughing song should be as if, far away hear coke tail pillow stone flower sleep

[the return of clouds, the weeping of poplar around the bank, the chaos of clouds and mountains, the coming and going, and the happy song]

Misty mountain

Boundless beings in the vast sea convert to Bodhisattva's mercy

How old are you when you sweep the floor and burn incense

A leaf knows autumn, the wild geese return to the south, the path is clear and obscure in the North

The world of mortals is fading

[boundless sea, sweeping the floor to burn incense, autumn of a leaf]

[soldiers - meaning]

Lonely smoke in the desert, long river, West Mountain, burning in the setting sun

Willing to chop Loulan to the end of the world

When the war broke out, there were few old friends to protect the mansion of our country

Don't laugh at me for breaking my clothes and armour

Vow not to leave the residue of iniquity

[lonely smoke in the desert, cutting Loulan, Hengdao, Junmo smile]

[cooperation]

Who was once a romantic figure, but now it's just a pile of dust

At that time, Wang Du was a poor man

Several chapters on the selection of words by the storyteller of the ancient flavor of the former dynasty

A thousand volumes of history books burning and robbing ashes

Success or failure in a chess game

The green door of the garden is covered, and the clouds are empty. After drinking, a cup is thrown and the dog barks

In the past, all books were written by the ancients

New bud baking at Qingming Festival

Chinese PinYin : Qian Jie Fu Sheng Hui Ge Ci