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A thousand years' dream, the past is as light as water. At the end of the song, people are scattered. The Millennium dream was awakened. Qingyun appeared, and the fairy in the dream, the wind and rain were rustling, and the flowers fell after drinking for another night. Looking back and smiling, looking for the truth and thinking about the middle way. Think long, hate faint, crazy heart depends on wine to clear sorrow. Who cares if a thousand cups are not drunk? Sigh, ask the world, but for whom is one thing? Heaven and earth are heartless, what is Tao? Wandering around the world, lingering in the world. Is it the smile of the beast god staring at the world for thousands of years? Are they tears? What is uncertain is hope? Is it despair? Born in Iraq, I would like to die for Iraq. Why can't we be together? Since the world doesn't allow me, why don't I kill the world! I have a blood hole, and I can't bear to look back, regret and get along. Admiralty crisp eats blood by mistake, and is always accused of infatuation all his life. Bells swallow, flowers tune, the figure is getting thinner, first frost. Love is bitter, life is bitter, and infatuation is only ruthless. Acacia is far away, but acacia is bitter. It's hard to be negative after several times. Ten years of love, a hundred years of crossing, do not cut acacia, can not bear to care. The moon is like frost, and people are hurt like floating flowers. Ten years, three thousand years, I hope we don't forget each other. Ten thousand people go to the end of the world, never far away. Children's intentions are always stupid. The sky is high and the sea is wide, and all beings crawl. There are ten thousand stars, the moon is bright, the sky is cold, as cold as frost. It's funny that everything is like a straw dogs, and whoever covers the rain turns over the clouds! Drinking at night, the beast god used to mean this, but I still remember it very sad after the vicissitudes of life. White hair and withered lamps travel all over the world, and once lonely, they turn into hangovers. Zhang Xiaofan idiot Fan Xiao has tasted everything in the world one by one. His will seems stronger than steel, but his heart is broken. Leaving only a trace of heart. Fan Xiao, a teenager, is worried about his youth and decadence, but when he is cold, he doesn't know his youth. Heaven has eyes, but people are heartless. Wyndell dichinson Qingyun hates fainting. The world is never honest, why not be imprisoned by the fate of the people. Heaven laughs and hates, and heaven and earth are cruel to dogs. Yu Linling, ghosts and Li Xianggu, white as snow, blue in Tsing Yi. Look at the fox without thinking, and finally can't hold hands, and can't be with him at first. For more than ten years, the haze is boundless. Beautiful bamboo is dead-hearted, and you can't forget it on the ice bed. Who is right? I don't know how to redeem it-the soul eater swept away all the soil in southern Xinjiang, looking for a good prescription, but failed. Hard liquor into the throat should be gulped down, eliminating thousands of troubles, not cooking wine into the intestines, but adding troubles! Lu Xueqi Xue Qirong: The nine-day fairy fell into the dust, her eyes were soft, and her soul was captured. The white hair has not swept the red face, and the red lips have blue shadows. Drunken Hua Yin is lonely and miserable. She dances at night in her clothes. The cold moon hangs in the air, the wind blows the veil and my heart is broken. Bow your head and move flowers, and the east wind will play tricks on you. The face is better than the whole city, but there are feelings, and the eyebrows are light. Lu Xueqi Bodhisattva's white clothes are cold and snowy, and the sky is high and the clouds are light. Standing in the cold wind, whose heart belongs to? Ten years have passed and I am in a trance like a dream. The soul eats the sky and looks at the sky, but the heart groans. Fairy Lu Xueqi, the descendant of nine fairies. How many times can you smell it in the world? White clothes are better than snow and cold days. In the same boat, adversity. The heart secretly promises the dead soul. Nobody in the back hill can dance sword. Where is the bamboo of tears? Cut off lovesickness and beauty. Be inverse acts, no regrets. The solitary man is haggard. Chai Feng sighed that Xue Qi's sword was sharp and affectionate. The world of mortals has been desolate since ancient times. Self-doubt, single-mindedness, amateur, endless thinking. Crazy! Crazy! Crazy! People will never forget when they wake up. After drinking a thousand glasses of wine, I sigh the blue mountains, and the night is cold and frosty, and my worries are longer. Sword in the setting sun, singing crazy. Cool! Cool! Cool! The moon in Lu Xueqi is full of frost and soul, but now I just want to meet each other. The bamboo forest is stormy at night, and the lonely cliff is snowy. I know I have a heart for you, so I don't want to be afraid of disobeying my teacher. What floor is Jun on? Baguio untitled Baguio Kyushu Yin Ling sings together, and the gods and demons yearn for it. It is painful to give my blood to God. Three lives and seven lives only miss you. What's wrong with being stuck in Yamaraja forever? When you are sad because of your feelings, you will not regret your infatuation even if you die. When will Baguio return in spring? No place knows where the soul is floating and dreaming. Heartbroken women have cried, and sad flowers want to leave. Time flies, and the river of acacia is difficult to cross. On that day, the double shadow seemed to be in front of us, but now the dream is far away. And heaven remains our neighbourhood, tears, life and death are easy to judge. Flying in the butterfly's dream, the flowers are gently floating in the bamboo forest. I only know that as a gentleman, I don't care about this life to save you from danger. I will be an infatuated person in the world, and I will tolerate you. Bleeding with cuckoo's blood, I will never smell it in this life and the next. The feud is the most difficult to let go, you know, love and hate have been spared several times. Yao's broken and dissipated, and the Millennium will be lonely. How heartless the humanitarian witch is, it is easy to be killed and caught. But I can't see the infatuation on Qingyun Mountain. Why are flowers flying all over the sky red? Baguio, the operator, is cool and arrogant, and its ringtone is eternal. Blood insight into the truth, only with you all my life. Ten years in the icehouse, no regrets. There is only infatuation and resentment between heaven and earth, and the fairy proves the true gentleman. The dead Hua Lian Espuio is also real and illusory. Looking at the bottom of the well, there are many people's hearts. Good and evil stand forever, and dare to go against the sky for Iraq. Who can ask immediately with a horizontal stick? Ten years of memories, let memories become memories. I beg to be alone in your boudoir, but I don't care if Bodhi provokes dust particles! Tian Linger is full of talent and energy, and her charming daughter is flying. The face is full of love and flowers, and the smile carries the fragrance of spring. Cool spheres are connected harmoniously, amber Zhu Ling and Yuanyang. Like the joy of water and time, I didn't care about the red waves at that time. Operator Tian Linger Zhu Ling wrapped around her waist, and the faucet warmed her heart. If you decide to settle on Hongqiao, do you know the words of resentment? I have no intention of preaching Buddhism, but I am affectionate. Childhood friends broke up in discord, goodbye. The little white fox faces the world, so why not? Make new friends in the valley of incense burning, and remember old feelings by the mysterious altar of fire. After a hundred years of drinking, Wan Li dreamed of midnight. I don't laugh when I sleep. I must be debt-free and light! Xijiangyue Xiaobai joined the WTO in nine days, and Li Qingyong was the public. A hundred years in prison trapped the mysterious altar of fire, and once it screamed loudly. Today, I miss Qishan and lament ignorance and resentment. Is the strange method shocking Qingyun disciples to cherish the blood inheritance? You Ji You Ji can be said to be all-powerful, known as Suzaku, but now Xuan Shang is a Youji. The distinction between good and evil is a feud, and water and fire are our enemies. Guild fighting is dedicated to heroic actions, and it is praised by the public for its grandeur. I just know, out of the ancestral temple, I will no longer dance in white. You Ji's face was plastered with gauze, and her heart was plastered with the wound, just beside the wilderness road in Shi Ting. Dimfragrance went to find her way, only to find a pale white dress. I've been thinking about it for a hundred years, but it's hard to remember. White blue sword, provocative world. Fantasy is far away, but also vicissitudes. Look at the flowers in front of the pavilion, and then look at Feng Yun's horizon. Ruthless coast means heartless, but also read a pale white dress. Jin Pinger in Xijiang, Jin Pinger has a beautiful tooth and sighs, and the amorous feelings remain the same. Talking and laughing, yin and yang invade each other, and there are still flowers and branches. Whispering before exquisite, clever after Qinglong. Purple mountain shines in the light, when will you be sincere? Small ring, small ring, small bud, ready to go, slightly contained, free in all directions, happy. Clear water hibiscus is the true color, and sugar-coated gourd is sweet. Many ghosts are magical, and unpredictable immortals can touch fairies. Knowing people, seeing good and not evil, laughing at autumn and spring. Linglong Linglong knows that she can't stay, and Qian Shan Wanshui will cut your head off. I asked right and wrong several times and sighed for several nights. I don't want to be a match before I die, but I want to be ready after I die. Please try unparalleled witchcraft forever. Hidden light smoke curled up to worship the fairy god, and a little mortal heart was dusty. It's unbearable to see the disputes in the halls. The infighting in Qingyun seems to have been heard before. I have a glib tongue, and it's chilling cold. Zhu Xiaofeng was the first. Do you remember the man in white underground? Su Ruyu's case, Su Ru's teacher's mother, has round almond eyes, is impatient and indomitable. Treat all the disciples sincerely. Never give up, teach with your heart, it is hard to say that your heart is bitter. Couples have been in love for a hundred years, and it is not easy to faint many times. Look at the end of the world. The moon is in pity, and it is difficult to be round tonight. I just hope my husband will come back soon. What if the beast doesn't die? A thousand years of acacia is separated by stones. Don't forget to follow your heart and worship me in the world. Eight dragons swallowed the world, and a hundred monsters were my slaves. True love dies and turns to hate, and life and death depend on each other in tears. Lin Jingyu minus word magnolia Lin Jingyu imperial sword with empty, sleeve robe fluttering wind roll fog. Blue light gallops, sweeping swords and killing demons. The dragon is riding the wind and waves in the rough sea. Kiss ghosts and gods, heaven and earth scream and shout! Wan Jianyi and Wan Jianyi cut off the dragon, and the demons were frightened. A generation of heroes are sad, but it is difficult to recover after an eventful autumn. Jade Qing Temple is a magical world. Tian Tongfeng, the teacher knows right from wrong. Hatred, life and death are all floating clouds, and the ancestral temple returns alone. Little silly smile on the flowers, willing to bury themselves for women. The color in the dream is blurred, and the old feelings in the painting are clear. The central plains is not without ambition, and the three realms are also full of talents. But I hate the dilemma between life and death, and there is nothing I can do about Penglai. The following is the novel Zhu Xian World Poetry Yang He: Peach Blossom is the only poem outside the old city. How does Liu Yi spend his time? Spring flowers and autumn months are cold, and a hundred years of drunkenness. Qingyun: Blue shadows and green hills enter the sky, and seven mountains are getting cold. The Millennium Qingyun has never stopped, and the immortal sings the oblique crossing. Yin Tian: Red leaves are all over the mountain, and great sorrow sings for a thousand years. Hongyun doesn't want to be delusional, and Jinlun is infatuated. Liubo: The East China Sea is full of Liubo mountains and rivers, which I haven't seen for ten years. Looking back at the tender feelings of rainy nights, I linger and shake the beauty. Game: There is no game in Yinsha Wan Li, and the game is still Candle dragon cuisine. A city rises in the wilderness, and the grave smiles at the world. Incense burning: The mysterious fire burns like a flaming night, and the fox prison Rise of the Legend is locked. Old pavilions smell no tears, but buried flowers must disappear. Southern Xinjiang: In the barren land of southern Xinjiang, there is a bloody black witch altar. Hundreds of black water jackals dare not approach, and the ancient cave animals sleep. Kunlun Mountain: The peak of Tianchi Lake in the dusk snow, and the Jade Que attracts Tianlang Phoenix View. Leng Yun wins the emperor with one animal husbandry, and Lingtai hangs a mountain. Shura: The ancient world is an isolated biography. The blood pool is bone and the sea is cold. The wind and fire of yin and yang are safe, and the butterfly endures the cherry trees. The following is a sword in the weapon spectrum: go forward and chop the dragon sword, and when Wan Jian comes back, chop the ghosts and gods: black and white twice, the yin and yang dazzle, and the yin and yang mirrors three bells to break the tomb of immortality: Three lives and seven lives, who courted, who fell forever. There are four ding in the blood curse: the four-spirit blood ding, who sacrificed the blood soul with five bones in the temple: the five witch hallows, who forged the bones, the stone man in front of the magic cave, and Liuhe: Liuhe mirror to spin the gossip. Eight Wild Fire Dragons burned their hearts for nine days: nine days in the blue sky, nine days in Feng Ming, and ten beads in the thunder: seventeen jade beads, and immortals, buddhas and dogs hate everything: it's hard to cross the homesickness for a hundred years, so I turned to the shore and asked why I went astray: the wizards of the ages shook the immortals, but thousands of monsters swept through the clouds: all kinds of poisons spread to the sacred treasures, and all kinds of poisons were unparalleled.