Lyrics of Hua He GUI by Si Xia(si xia hua he gui ge ci )

Hua He GUI

The pattern of plain clothes gives the outline of a prosperous age

The wind blows through the sleeves and brings down the prosperity

The majestic mountains and rivers show a bleak vein

The young man of Kuaima Pingjian still does not know the loneliness of life and death

Later, you and I were separated from the ravine of troubled times

Even though the wind and rain are gloomy, I have never felt sad

Who is left alone on the way home

I light, time is too thin

I only dare to shake off the misty rain in my life

If I return as a crane

A loquat was planted in the court

The world is full of ups and downs

Traversing the path of life

Also willing to be with you

It's been a long time

When the branches and leaves are covered with umbrellas

Take care to rub palmprint

If I return as a crane

I flipped through the book of songs

How much does wild grass make dust

The handwriting is mottled

The cloister under the quiet night

Your feet are close at hand

Open half a bamboo door and walk out

Count the storm after farewell

He is a recliner

On the side of the window

Several idle fields

Moving the spring hoe

How many trips to ask Sui Hua

In front of the stage or under the fence

I'm the one with the green moss and the teeth

I feel sorry for you

If I return as a crane

Inadvertently carrying a cloud

You just have to be me as usual

Just go out in the morning and go back in the evening

A game in the mountains

How old is the axe

It's like waking up on the pillow

Seeing that the peach stone is still there, you know that you are a guest

If I return as a crane

Long sigh cut short song half basket

Fold drum, clear the heart, leave 18 idle guests

Drink the Star River

The world is better than the world

It's going to be a long time. You and I are here

Finally can carve the years

If I return as a crane

A loquat was planted in the court

The world is full of ups and downs

Traversing the path of life

Also willing to be with you

It's been a long time

When the branches and leaves are covered with umbrellas

Take care to rub palmprint

If I return as a crane

I flipped through the book of songs

How much does wild grass make dust

The handwriting is mottled

The cloister under the quiet night

Your feet are close at hand

Open half a bamboo door and walk out

Count the storm after farewell

Chinese PinYin : Si Xia Hua He Gui Ge Ci