Song lyrics of Er Liang's Qingming(er liang qing ming ge ci )

Qing Ming Festival

What time does drizzle cry

Who sighs when the shore is green

Whose Shuang Yan goes back to the house

Who wants to be heartbroken

Deep in the misty rain, the cold river is as clear as smoke

Seeing through Qingming

Jade dice and red beans

Do you know that acacia is deeply rooted in dreams

Paper ash dancing in front of the tomb

Yingzhou stream in Penglai mountain

Where is the wind and rain

Cloud shadow light, after years of several times do not sleep

Wind Xiaoran meet again is a few speechless

Looking back on the three routes, it's hard to find the past

Water without heart, flower without heart, man without sleep

Wind and smoke disperse

Flying catkins in clothes and swallow in front of the hall

Green pipe blowing sorrow, drunk red and warm

Still in the picture

The end of the world old hate late, old friends meet again

The silk rain is like sorrow, and the rain is boundless

Indifferent and cold, flying flowers like dreams

The moon is bright and the crow is cold

Huaxu remained in two places to ponder over the world

That time is all right

It's hard to know what's going on in the world

Flowers in the mirror

On the wall of the swing yard, apricot rain and flowers can't bear the cold of spring

In the old days of the moon in the west chamber, the shadow of the nest's swallow berry wall was broken and the time was bright

How to learn from each other

Pingsha soft red apricot branches spring is not waning

The curtain of beads is rolled up, and the sun's fragrance is still shining

After leaving now, I will be annoyed to break the spring feeling, and the shadow of spring will last for another year

Night moon bright, small porch window tell heart

After listening to the residual flute, the butterflies are not in pairs

Bi Bo water is the east wind, a Dendrobium (HU) blow not exhibition

The withered willows and vines in Shen garden are half dead, and the green sky is boundless

Throwing hairpin and mother of pearl to make up the ileum

When the wind blows and lights go out, Nanke meets again

Qingming rain smashes jade dust, flower path is empty and fragrant

Qingming cold city, catkins, smoke and grass

Cold wind, cold rain, clear light

Chinese PinYin : Er Liang Qing Ming Ge Ci