There are not a thousand months in the world. Life is like an autumn leaf.
Lansheng, make the room. Rong Yao often lives in seclusion.
Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an.
Autumn insects are singing by the golden well, and the frost is shining on my mat like a small mirror.
High light flashing; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain, sigh and stare at the moon.
Like a flower, there is a high sky in the world from the center of the cloud.
Below, I saw the green and agitation of the water. Heaven and earth are far away,
Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? . Sauvignon Blanc destroys the heart and soul.
In the evening, the sun sets in the west, the flowers are covered with smoke, and the moonlight is like practice. I miss my lover all night.
I won't play with the phoenix carving on the pillar. I thought I was afraid of touching Yuanyang after playing with Qin Shu.
This is a song full of feelings, but no one has passed it on. I hope it will be sent to the distant Yan.
I miss you in a distant place, outside the blue sky,
My once shining eyes are the source of tears.
If you don't believe in sword cutting, please come back and look in the mirror in front of me!
The History of Qing Dynasty —— Forgetting Worry in the Cycle of Life
Forget the past, forget the past.
Determined to become a demon, why not cocoon and break your infatuation with love?
In my dream, I was selling wine with a sword, and I didn't know how to get home.
A long dream ends in a broken cymbal, and a sad song begins to be frivolous.
Ten years of different thoughts, the stranger song is not finished.
A long dream ends in a broken cymbal, and a sad song begins to be frivolous.
A long dream ends in a broken cymbal, and a sad song begins to be frivolous.
From a distance, there are hidden clouds in Shushan and weak water in Penglai.
See Tianmen, a thousand floors away from the rivers and lakes.
The sword dance thundered for nine days, but I couldn't forget the first meeting.
Let bygones be bygones, and we will continue our relationship in this life
Draw your sword and ask heaven who can get * * * ChanJuan.
Give up the rest of your life, and no one will pity you and lock your heart.
I drew my sword and asked God how to do whatever he wanted.
I want nothing but love, justice and sword in my life.
Think about the corner of the chaotic cloud, and guess it is red rain all over the sky.
I also hope that the stars will set, the moon will set and the scenery will be blue.
There is snow and ice between your fingers, but you can't enjoy the road.
If you don't have a chance to see the afterlife in this life.
Draw your sword and ask heaven why everyone else is smiling.
Who is the hundred-year-old love sword for?
I drew my sword and asked if fate was over.
The afterlife must be together for love, righteousness and sword.
The moon is white and frosty, you enter me.
When I was three years old, I was lonely for half my life.
There was a longing on the other side, and his heart stayed.
Where did you wake up? Come back when you come.
The moonlight is still, and the first frost is foggy.
White as a dance, it is dusk.