2, falling into the dream of the world of mortals for no reason, causing 3000 troubles.
3, life is like a dream, white clouds are pale dogs, right and wrong, gratitude and resentment, but the sun and the moon are silent, harmonious, and those who abandon them are just a little obsessed.
If you give me a Hosta, I will keep your long hair. Wash away the lead, and the sun has gone out since then.
5, don't be surprised, look at bloom before the court; I have no intention of staying or staying, looking at the clouds in the sky.
6. I hate that I didn't accumulate fate before my death, and the blue light of the ancient Buddha has passed away.
7. Memories are like tombs, as weak as ever. Should we forget each other in the Jianghu?
8, time is quiet, talking to you; The trickle of water is with you in the year; Prosperous, you are old.
9. Before the fog clears, you take a boat and slowly shake it in Jiangnan.
10, the palace lantern is bright at night, and the flowers are like flowers, which * * * drinks all his life.
1 1. If I had white hair and an old face, would you still hold my hand and be gentle?
12, I didn't reply when I met him, and the years flowed like water.
13, nine horses draw mountains and count their destiny, and I will be with you all my life without envy.
14, the Buddha said: 3,000 is prosperous, a hundred years later, but a handful of yellow sand.
15, a thought of prosperity, a thought of gloom, a thought of happiness, everywhere prosperity everywhere brocade. I miss you inch by inch when I think about it.
16, I still like you, like the wind has traveled eight thousand miles, regardless of the date of return.
17, there is a fire in everyone's heart, and people who pass through only see smoke.
18, I come from the wild jungle, and you punted me into the colorful sea of flowers.
19, I haven't worn my sword yet, and I've wandered the Jianghu in a blink of an eye. Can I cross Qian Fan and go back to my youth?
20. In the light and shadow, the sky is still cold, the water is still cold, and the silk and bamboo in the dream sing softly. Outside the building, outside the mountain, outside the mountain, outsiders have not returned, and the people have not returned. Looking back, it's too early to forget Sichuan, and the pianist is in tears.