Singer: Hou Xian Album: Dong Fangbubai

Lyrics:

It's still sunset under the desk lamp

The egg-yellow aperture is slowly cooking with me

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

The key is to cross the bridge.

Speaking of crossing the bridge, Mengzi County envies Yang Xiucai

Rice noodles and chicken soup are hidden under the calm. P > Then turn off the lights silently and fall asleep

The thick eyes accompany me to prepare for the exam

It's too early for the desk lamp to look forward to the dawn

The chill continues to blow insolently and proudly

I can only forget the spring

A tearful frame from the pavilion in the middle of the lake

You don't want to feel homesick in the rain

You walk into the gate of Dali, and the scholar looks forward to

When will you lift the curtain and return to your hometown? I hope you can return

the red boat as soon as possible, and then marry back the bowl of warm

strong liquor that the girl put at the bottom of the bridge to accompany me to take the exam

the faint warmth is around the pillow

the flowers behind you are no longer enchanting

only the scenery in my hometown is beautiful

I wake up in the middle of the night and the world is still around my brain

Can I pay you to do the problem in three shifts

Just dream time? Fame

has a bright future

Be a white-collar worker in the future

Authority is respected

(wake up, wake up)

the seventh place in Honghe prefecture is on the list

assisting the county magistrate to enter the officialdom

Finally, the young lady will be invited to the door to pay homage

The bridge has passed through a good wife and married at home, and the fragrance will be fragrant on the table

I don't know whether the government road is good or not

I just want to draft my ambition for the official in one day

I go early and return late, and the people will bear the burden

The helpless thing is that people are not pedantic. Half of the people who are disappointed

have lost their way have not shown their worries

Neighbors start to face the door, and the east wind turns to the 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 poor, and singing songs must be quarreling

There is a rhythm to throw things, and rap

Teresa Teng has an affair, and Na Ying

When divorcing, he usually chooses the feverish version of vienna Golden Hall

. When I was a child, I was already asleep in my hometown.

I quit my job without striding back.

My poor clothes hung down in exchange for my blue shirt.

Water lilies on the lake are not naturally bent.

You brought a bowl of dried pulp to warm my heart.

I took advantage of the dawn to run around the lake and look for it again.

I opened a bridge-side rice noodle shop to let it float to the ground.

I took a sip of hot soup.

It's too early to know

the chill continues to blow insolent pride

I can only forget about spring

strong spirits accompany me to take the exam

faint warmth surrounds my pillow

flowers are no longer enchanting behind me

only the scenery of my hometown is beautiful

Every time I pick up this bowl of rice noodles crossing the bridge, I think

how much is my future in my backpack

except that single tree.

How many quiet bridges I will cross in my life

I can hold hands at the bridge head

Then I can walk all the time

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

How much my future is in my backpack

I still have dreams except that single-plank bridge

So I keep looking and looking

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