Anger river
The world is full of people,
As soon as I entered the Jianghu, I was reminded.
While joking,
You can't lead a drunken life.
Holding a sword, riding a horse, waving ghost rain,
The bones are like mountains, and birds dare not fly.
Dust is like a hipster and water.
Just sighing that a few people have returned to the rivers and lakes.
Anger river
The world is full of people,
As soon as I entered the Jianghu, I was reminded.
While joking,
You can't lead a drunken life.
Holding a sword, riding a horse, waving ghost rain,
The bones are like mountains, and birds dare not fly.
Dust is like a hipster and water.
Just sighing that a few people have returned to the rivers and lakes.
It's raining at night, fighting the lonely city in all directions,
Looking at the sound of a knife with a firm but gentle face.
You can't find a knight in a thousand years,
Bloody book, red leaves, drunken autumn wind.
2. Describe Dong Fangbubai's sentences
1、
The world out of my generation, into the rivers and lakes, someone reminded;
When you are talking and laughing, you can't live a drunken life.
-James J.S.Wong/Huang Yi/Jin Yong/Li Bai (controversial) "The Jianghu of Life"
2. Who is free and easy with the jade fan and who sits in the world of mortals? Holding the sword in the world, love has been pulled, and fate has been broken. How can you think for a long time? This is just a joke. Romantic life, only hate pain and lingering. You seem to be defeated, but you are invincible.
Falling flowers float away, and the river hurts people. You have let go of your hand, are you still smiling like a flower on Naihe Bridge? Everything about you is also a dream. Wake up, tears like the night sky. This love is a dream, and this dream is like the wind. If you can't go back, you'll be crazy.
You are willing to laugh at the world, but you are crazy about love. Love depends on pain, and love becomes magic. Grinding dreams, grinding the world, grinding me. Maybe you just want to let go. There is no regret in this life, and there is fate in the afterlife.
You only see my face, but you don't understand my heart. You have your sunflower collection, and I have my sword spectrum to ward off evil spirits. You can laugh at my gentleman's sword, but I sigh that you have no ambition. On the way to becoming the leader of the Five Mountains, setbacks and suspicions are inevitable, but so what, even if I am in the palace, I will do whatever it takes. I'm Yue Buqun, and I represent myself.
4. There is a hammer called Yue Buqun and a tragedy called Ning Zhongze; There is a sin called Lin Pingzhi, and there is a melon called Yuelin Mountain. There is a guardian named Yilin and a mistress named Ren Yingying. There is a promiscuity called Ling Huchong, and a love called Dong Fangbubai! Who are you in the Jianghu?
What is Jianghu? It should be a happy life. It's ugly.
5, the so-called god-given task, give me magic. Sunrise in the east, only I am unbeaten.
3. Dong Fangbubai people are proud of their rivers and lakes.
Dong Fangbubai's most classic sentence:
Sunflower in hand, Jiangshan I have.
The so-called Jiangshan is so proud, attracting countless heroes to compete for beauty!
Some people have grievances and rivers and lakes. People are Jianghu, how to quit?
The world out of my generation, into the rivers and lakes, someone reminded; When you are talking and laughing, you can't live a drunken life.
I shed blood and beheaded everyone, but how many people remember me, Dong Fangbubai? ! In fact, ingratitude should be the world!
You ungrateful people, why did you save me! ?
The world is full of people.
As soon as I entered the Jianghu, I remembered those years.
Huang Tu smiled and laughed.
Drunk to death.
4. Describe Dong Fangbubai's sentence.
If there is a grudge, there are rivers and lakes. If someone has a grudge, people are Jianghu. How did you quit? Riding a ghost rain with a sword, white bones fly like tits, and the human world is like a tidal wave, sighing only for a few people in the Jianghu.
The wind and cloud in the world come from our generation, and the years rush when we enter the rivers and lakes. When you are talking and laughing, you can't live a drunken life.
Sunrise in the east, only I am unbeaten! Sunflowers in hand, Jiangshan I have! I have shed blood for everyone. How many people in the world remember that I am Dong Fangbubai? In fact, everyone is ungrateful. You can fly, but a hip flask can't.
Justice lies not in people's hearts, but in strength. Snow Chihiro, the dead are gone, and what happened yesterday cannot be left behind.
I am the devil, and I go my own way. Me? Who am I? I even want to know the answer.
I won't tell you. I want you to remember me forever and regret it all your life (Dong Fangbubai).
It is very simple to ask Dong Fangbubai in the movie for some poems.
Heroes in the world come from our generation. They have just entered the Jianghu and are urged by the years. When they are talking and laughing, they can't live a drunken life. When they ride swords and wave ghost rain, their bones are like mountains and birds flying in fright. The world is like a flood, only sighing that a few people have returned to the rivers and lakes. Those who stay drunk are the time-honored Yuefu. Jiuji is a new talent tune.
Write the spring resentment of picking a shuttle with Jiayu's Qingge. The chapter sends hate, and every word is deep.
Respect China and dare to be a slogan. Throw a wisp of silk into the shuttle's heart and weave nine machines again and again. I never know how much I know, and I hate the spring breeze for a long time.
A machine, picking mulberry and trying on spring clothes. It's sunny and warm, and on the peach branches, warblers sing and refuse to let people go home.
Two machines, pedestrians were immediately delayed. I couldn't bear to pay lightly, but I turned and smiled. I returned the flowers for fear of being known.
Third machine, Wu silkworm is old and young. The Dongfeng banquet will stop at Changzhou Garden, and the ladies-in-waiting will change their dancing clothes.
Four machines, black eyebrows in the dumb voice. Back to weaving lotus seeds, the flowers are easy to swallow, the heart is difficult to complete, and the pulse is like silk.
Five machines with stripes woven with Shen Lang's poems. The central sentence says that no one will, don't worry, don't worry, don't worry, just send acacia.
Six machines are playing with flowers. There were even two butterflies among the flowers, who stopped for a day and watched alone in the window shadow for a long time.
After seven machines, Yuanyang hesitated to knit. I'm afraid of being chopped lightly, flying in two places and hating you once. What's your plan? Baji, palindrome, do you know which poem it is? Woven into a desolate meaning, I kept reading, speechless, unable to bear to think more.
Nine machines, two flowers, two leaves and two branches. Since ancient times, fickle feelings have been separated from each other, and from beginning to end, my heart has been tied with a thread.
Light silk. Like a jade bed, the hands are novel.
Flowers and grass, bright and beautiful. Tailor-made, spring song and dance, flying butterflies and orioles.
Spring clothes. It's sad to dye with plain silk.
The world is dull and colorless. It should be abandoned forever, just like the autumn fan.
When you have nothing in return. The song flies down and paints Liang Chen, dancing and embroidering.
I wanted to hate on the plane, and suddenly there was a heartbroken person in front. When you return home, you'd better go to a machine.
The time of knitting flies. Lan Fang never sleeps at night.
Two machines. Under the moonlight, people are quiet and quiet.
Are inextricably linked. Three machines.
There is a flower playing in the middle. Delicate red, tender green and bright spring.
Four machines. Yuanyang wants to fly together as soon as she knits.
The poor old man is white first. Five machines.
The period when the soul is tempted. The branches of Albizia Albizia are connected together.
Six machines. Carved flowers and brocade are half separated.
Lan Fang has no intention of staying in spring. Seven machines.
Spring silkworms spit out all the raw silk. If you don't teach, it's easy to behead Luo Qi.
Eight machines. Fine hands are everywhere.
The Shujiang River is full of charm. Nine machines.
A heart grows in a hundred flowers. A hundred flowers blossom and a pile of quilts are red.
Nine machine tunes, and nine in one, without slogans. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Weave it into a piece, weave it into brocade and send it to Iraq. Be sure to fold it early, one thick and one colorful, and don't treat wheat straw.
Spring waves of green grass, deep in Han Xiao, are relatively bathed in red. Under the double-headed flower, two concentric places, a pair of young people.
Furnace seal script is a long line, and embroidery is late. Cai Feng, the immortal bear for no reason, has two kinds of clothes.
Musk deer, embroidered quilt in greenhouse, delayed to return. It's all spring, so I'm not afraid of sleeping for a long time.
One shuttle at a time. I don't know when I got tangled up yet.
Outside the diamond window courtyard, purple bamboo is choking, and songs are friends. Two machines, spring dust makes old woven clothes early.
It's hard to dream of falling into pink. Yellow flowers and green grass, Qinren Lane, singing every night.
Sanji, Sandy wove for you, ashamed to hide Luo Jinqiao's mind. Golden Zun sings late, the moon leans on the window paper, and he is drunk in a dream.
Four machines want to weave a shuttle breaker, but the east wind is too thin. The string is broken and the boring swallow is gone. When is the return date? Five machines, horizontal stripes weave Lu Lang's poems, and the old people are thin and afraid of flowers in spring.
Tears hide, the red raft is difficult to continue, and I dare not say acacia. Six machines, Han Xiao made a mistake and complained about cold painting.
When the first frost came back, white hair was faintly visible in the rhombic mirror. Seven machines, all connected by branches, suddenly spread the bluebird late, Daishan can be solved, shake the red candle shadow, and wish to live together? Eight machines, palindromes, but it is difficult to follow the shuttle, and there is no trace of the moon.
A fragrant burial, I wish I could bury my tears and never walk again. Nine-machine weaving swallows paint the west of the building, and dreams are still sent to Lanxi.
Tears, such as thread, twine in the heart and break the heart. Nine machines spread acacia, and plain hands become branches.
The Milky Way flies into the distance, and Yi Zheng dances in the snow. Nine machine tunes, and nine in one, without slogans.
A machine, flowing clouds around the spring embankment. Orchids are crimson and fragrant with grass.
Jade bone of Ice Muscle and Cui Dai of Rouge are relatively bathed in red. Two machines, the fragrance of the temples is light.
I am ashamed to hold the lotus root arm. Looking back and smiling, the fog is condensed and the painting is self-pity.
Third machine, the cold is still decorated with willow branches. The stars are thick and the moon is shallow, and the tears are condensed.
Sentient and righteous, lovers swear, at most two hearts. Four machines, bloom flowers fall, shadows fly together.
Spring breeze can't understand the taste of sadness. Qing Zun Su wine, fragrant and special to stir up feelings, obsessed all night.
Five machines, it rains day and night. Peach blossoms bear fruit of comfort.
The mountain forest dreams far away, the Joan pot is knocked out, and the brocade is full of words. Six machines, the Milky Way breaks two feelings.
Meng Luan's heart has been remembering. When the flowers are cut, the bell is sparse to remind dawn, and acacia is sent several times.
Machine seven, worried about wine tasting late. On the way to Han Xiao, there is no plan.
Painting a building with clouds and rain, the night is silent, and a dream breaks the dust and mud. Eight machines, meet in a dream, and look forward to returning in spring.
Qin Zheng's tuning post sounds like tears. Palace merchants are difficult to manage, and strings sound like dreams. Where can we find a spirit? Jiu Ji, Xiao Shu, Jin Zi, Qing Zi.
The porch windows are dark and colorful. The cloud was drunk, and Qiong Gui believed it, but she was helpless.
When I miss you, I know you and fall in love with you. Depend on each other and remember each other.
Embrace each other in the morning and evening, embrace each other for a lifetime. Linxi and Shuang Ye have two flowers and two branches, flying with wings, dew without lotus, and water for their honeymoons. * * *, drunkenness is not about wine.
The porch window is half-hidden, and it is too late to sell shadows and residual lights. The loom becomes a simple thing when you are alone, and a delusion when you are elegant.