风刀霜剑啊,磨损了往事,床前明月啊,照亮了相思。是谁的声音浓郁了乡酒?是谁的笑容沽满了泪滴?望天涯,寻断雁,觅故里;夕阳西下,不知何处吹芦笛;茫茫古道,唯有西风伴着孤旅!前尘烟云啊,模糊了记忆,似火真情啊,燃起了相思。是谁的泪水曾打湿诗句?是谁的背影还那样熟悉?别旧梦,牵? Wind knife frost sword ah, worn the past, the moonlight bed ah, light up the Acacia. Who is the voice of the strong rural wine? Whose smile is full of tears? Looked horizon, looking for geese, looking for hometown; sunset, I do not know where to play the reed; The vast trail, only the westerly accompanied solitary journey The dust cloud ah, fuzzy memory, like fire truth ah, ignited the Acacia. Whose tears have wet verse? Who is so familiar with the back? Do not dream, pull?