Look for this word Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green

Farewell" Uncle Li also wrote the lyrics.

Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green. The evening breeze dawns and the flute is remnant, and the sunset is outside the mountain. The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, half of the acquaintances.

A scoop of turbid wine is all over the place, don't dream cold tonight. Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green. The evening breeze dawns and the flute is remnant, and the sunset is outside the mountain.

Li Shutong: Farewell--

Lyrics: Li Shutong (Master Hongyi).

Outside the long pavilion, on the side of the ancient road, the grass is green, the evening breeze is full of willows, and the flute is remnant, and the sunset is outside the mountain.

The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, the acquaintance is half scattered, a pot of turbid wine is full of joy, don't dream cold tonight.

Outside the pavilion. The side of the ancient road.

The grass is green.

The evening breeze blows the willow flute.

Sunset Mountain Outer Mountain.

The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, half of the acquaintances.

A cloudy wine is full of joy.

Don't dream of cold tonight

Farewell" Lyrics by Uncle Li The tune is derived from the American song "Dreaming of Home and Mother".

Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green. The evening breeze dawns and the flute is remnant, and the sunset is outside the mountain. The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, half of the acquaintances.

A scoop of turbid wine is all over the place, don't dream cold tonight. Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green. The evening breeze dawns and the flute is remnant, and the sunset is outside the mountain.

Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green. The lonely clouds are sour, and the sunset is cold. Beraodong, Feiyan West, and Jun Chang parted!

Tears like rain in the clothes, who is the same as this feeling! Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green. The evening breeze dawns and the flute is remnant, and the sunset is outside the mountain. ”

Full text: Outside the long pavilion, on the side of the ancient road, the grass is green.

The evening breeze blows the willow diji and laughs, and the sunset is outside the mountain.

The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, half of the acquaintances.

A pot of turbid wine is full of joy, don't dream cold tonight.

Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green.

Ask you when you will go, and don't linger when you come.

The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, half of the acquaintances.

Life is rare for reunions, but there are many separations.

Vernacular translation: Next to the ancient road outside the long pavilion, the grass on the ground stretches to the horizon. The evening breeze blows through the willow tops, the flute sound is intermittent, and the sunset is in the mountains outside the mountain.

Most of my best friends are wandering all over the world. I took the flask and drank it down, hoping to maximize the rest of the joy, but [the pain of separation] made the dreams of the night bitter.

Source: "Farewell Song" by artist Li Shutong.

"Farewell" is a poem by Li Shutong in modern times.

The full text is as follows: outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green. The evening breeze blows the willow flute, and the sunset is outside the mountain.

The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, half of the acquaintances. A pot of turbid wine is full of joy, and the orange night in the tomb is not cold.

Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green. Ask you when you will come, and when you come, you will not linger.

The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, half of the acquaintances. Life is rare for reunions, but there are many separations.

Farewell (Wide Version).

Words: Li Shutong.

Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green. The evening breeze blows the willow flute, and the sunset is outside the mountain.

The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, half of the acquaintances. A pot of turbid wine is full of joy, don't dream cold tonight.

Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green. Ask you when you will go, and don't linger when you come.

The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, half of the acquaintances. Life is rare for reunions, but there are many separations.

Feng Zikai manuscript.

Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green.

The evening breeze blows the willow flute, and the sunset is outside the mountain.

The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, half of the acquaintances.

A scoop of turbid wine is all over the place, don't dream cold tonight.

Uncle Li's handwriting with "Farewell" does not seem to have survived. The original published version of "Farewell" appeared in the "Fifty Songs of Chinese Famous Songs" co-edited by Qiu Mengchen and Feng Zikai. This book includes thirteen songs written by Li Shutong with lyrics, music or lyrics.

Published by Kaiming Bookstore in August 1927. Some people say that this book was published in 1921 and that it is wrong. The lyrics of this book are not in standard typographic, but in handwriting. The person who wrote it was the editor Feng Zikai.

Meaning: Outside the long pavilion, on the edge of the ancient road to bid farewell to relatives and friends, the green grass is out of sight, as if connected to the sky, describing a thousand miles away from people.

This sentence comes from Li Shutong's farewell.

Farewell. Words: Li Shutong.

Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green. The evening breeze blows the willow flute, and the sunset is outside the mountain.

The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, half of the acquaintances. A pot of turbid wine is full of joy, don't dream cold tonight.

Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green. Ask you when you will go, and don't linger when you come.

The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, half of the acquaintances. Life is rare for reunions, but there are many separations.

Appreciation: The lyrics of this song are fresh and elegant, and the feelings are sincere. The lyrics are written in white throughout, closely following the theme, full of helplessness about life.

Its aesthetic effect reverberates in the wordlessness of "drinking and dreaming cold". Li Shutong's works are full of wisdom, anxiety and compassion of philosophers, and full of thoughts on life.

Farewell: John Pound Otway.

Editor: Li Shutong.

Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green. The evening breeze blows the willow flute, and the sunset is outside the mountain.

The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, half of the acquaintances. A pot of turbid wine is full of joy, don't dream cold tonight.

Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green. Ask you when you will go, and don't linger when you come.

The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, half of the acquaintances. Life is rare for reunions, but there are many separations.

Farewell" Li Shutong.

Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green.

The evening breeze blows the willow flute, and the sunset is outside the mountain.

The loss chain of the sky, the corner of the earth, the acquaintance is half scattered;

A glass of turbid wine is full of joy, don't dream cold tonight.

Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green.

Ask you when you will go and come back, and don't linger when you come.

The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, half of the acquaintances.

Life is rare to call for a happy gathering, but there is only a lot of parting.