When will spring go and come back?
No place knows where the soul is floating and dreaming.
The heartbroken woman cried,
Sad flowers want to leave.
Time flies, how long I hate and how late I mourn,
Acacia River is difficult to cross.
The double shadow of the day seems to be in front of us.
Dreams are far away now.
Far away, tears,
Life and death are easy to judge, but love is hard to judge.
Flying in a butterfly's dream,
The bamboo forest is full of flowers.
All I know is that as a gentleman,
Why cherish this life to save your own?
Must be infatuated with people,
You are alive and I am dead.
Hongyun is stained with cuckoo blood,
I haven't smelled it in my life and next life.
This is the hardest thing to get rid of,
Know whether it is love or hate.
Yao's analysis is fragmented and dissipated.
I won't be lonely for a thousand years.
How heartless the humanitarian witch is,
Life and death are taken lightly.
But I didn't see the infatuation death on Qingyun Mountain.
What is floating in the sky?
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The souls of Kyushu sing together,
The desires of the gods and demons.
Give my blood to god,
As a sacrifice, it hurts.
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,
Although I am dead, I have no regrets.
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Strange flowers are cold and arrogant, and the bell is eternal. Blood insight into the truth, only with you all my life.
Ten years in the ice room, I don't regret it There is only infatuation and resentment between heaven and earth, and the fairy proves the true gentleman.
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It's also true. Why? Looking at the bottom of the well, several people are in their 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!
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Emerald wears a green dress and remembers her loved ones in the depths of the underworld.
Death, suffering, blood hole, black bamboo forest of heaven and earth.
I would like to miss you, but please be safe.
After the sad flowers flew, the bell rang until now.
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The sad flowers burst into tears.
Infatuation cut off the soul and flew away.
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In the yard, the fragrance is still there, so the shadow is gone.
The faint Xiao Yue is still there, the breeze is leisurely, and the beautiful scenery appears at first sight.
Xiu Xiu's hands are slender, and the branches are folded to make petals.
Memories of laughter, clear shadows, lonely geese dancing in the clouds.
I am sad and tearful, looking up at the sky, water and green clothes.
I once held your hand and grew old with my son, and the sky was jealous. I will accompany you in this life.
The past is like smoke, the ice bed is cold and lonely.
Dream a few times, in the green bamboo forest, next to the ancient well Ling Bo.
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I don't know who lives in flowers.
The road is frosty, the flowers are bitter and the moonlight is precious.
Qingshui's eyes are so deep that his hand wants to point to the king's mistake.
No one complains about its sadness.
I can't help it, the sea is deep and the soul is bitter, and the ghosts are shining.
Suddenly, the green shadow sparkled and the innocent petals were sad.
In order to explore the ruthless sea of old enmity, how do you know it's all in one thought?
Who is lonely when you * * * shed blood?
The words on the cave wall are weak, and there are regrets in the bones, crying quietly.
Bloodlust will eventually turn into hatred, but it will sing goodbye in Jinling.
Looking back on wishful thinking, I look haggard and melancholy.
The king of the gods is full of praise for this feeling.
Xiaochi town reunited, the moss dried up, and the moon was round.
I don't know what dusk it is and who is rippling in the well.
Vulpix foxes are carved with gold, while ice mills have fierce and blazing flames.
Pointing out the humanitarian affairs of young people, I shed tears for the dead.
The long river dances lightly in the sea, holding an umbrella, with a faint fragrance.
Jasper is light and soft. She realizes that she is full of youth, but she pauses.
There is a shallow voice in the corner of the small building, and I feel homesick.
I stood in front of the steps several times and thought the wine was cold and flowing.
In order to save Iraqis, I have several skills to hide.
The thunderbolt shocked the clouds and angered, looking back at the next one.
I have never regretted being alone. What accompanied me was a ray of meditation.
Think a thousand times, disappointed for you, intoxicated for you.
One night, there was a strong wind and heavy rain, and the leaves were screaming.
Caomiao Village planted evil causes, and Yuqing Temple became a bad result.
After a hundred years of wind and rain, the rivers and lakes are old, but now they are a thousand times more hateful.
Pale and bitter, my heart is falling, and anger and resentment are soaring into the sky.
Zhu Xian controlled Emperor Lei and tried to cut off the angry unicorn.
Amber and Zhu Ling are very weak, and the sword in the sky is very cold, so it is difficult to remove.
Everything in heaven and earth has faded, and only the monks hold the bell and laugh:
"Nine Yin spirit defeated the Buddha and paid my blood.
Sansheng VII fell into Yamaraja and died for love without regret! "
Blood is thicker than the sky, and infatuation is frosty.
Don't live or die, the soul is scattered, laughing like a dream!
This feeling will never disappear, and it will still be sad and hateful!
I will regret it, I will remember the Iraqi people, I will be angry and resentful!
Want to cut off the running water, want to raise a glass to pour a thousand worries!
I want to frown, I want to collect tears!
In this life, the sword is difficult to be flat. How can I hate this word and worry about it?
Ten years is like a white pony. Feng Ming is dead and white.
The snow is beautiful and wonderful, which can't reach Yao Cao's smile.
Suddenly I heard that Qili Cave in the scenic spot was illuminated by a wizard.
Calling the soul is like a golden bell jar, but the bell is lingering.
Since then, it is difficult to wake up drunk. Who will count the flowers?
Before the chill in Qiu Lai, I was full of worries about writing.
Intestines and intestines are broken, the water runs, the candles go out, and the tears stop!
Looking back, let him be ruthless and full of frost!
I would like to ask how bitter Yao Palace is and how painful it is to thank people in the Spring and Autumn Period!
It is better to go back to flowing water and blue sky to read Fu Yao!
This life is full of bubbles, such as morning dew and electricity.
What should I do to solve my worries? Only Du Kang hesitates.
I don't know if there is an afterlife, but I will swear not to be negative!
This feeling is comparable to two birds, and this feeling is better than love.
Tai Chi is abstruse and abstruse, and Great Brahma is difficult to cross!
Three-day book is also helpless, only Baguio is hard to find! ! !
How much trouble do you have to ask the mirror? Hidden Moon Yao Bo's Shadow Show Tour.
The ice has regretted diving in green, so why should the west wind stay in the cloister?
How many people cry when singing a spoony play?
Hate snow can't be a thousand colors, sigh and cry endlessly! ! !
Take flowers as the name and tears as the thread-the sad line.
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Lingbo jade is sad,
I don't know how sad it is.
A few petals are fragrant and bitter,
Tears are hard to contain.
Tears drop on the condensed flower god,
Sad and broken jade lines.
But ask who the sadness is for,
Shu Xian is no match for Jasper.
Jasper was sad when she sang softly.
Because of ice, I don't care about my soul.
Huayou is empty, leaving acacia,
The acacia flower is both sad and pitiful.
Pity whose infatuation, pity whose heart.
Blood curse is the sorrow of the monarch.
Wan Li autumn geese are in the sky,
Haggard, drunk, dreaming.
The hairspring brushed the clear water and sank.
Between green and green.
Green radish is around Sansheng Lake,
There is no place to say sadness on the stone.
It's hard to get poor in the clouds.
Leng Yue mark is reflected in Yaochi.
Dongfeng has a dream, but it is difficult to blow.
Blow open a locust tree.
Suddenly, like a night of tears on the river,
Floating lights and wind put out the cold rain.
Dropped into tears and long blood,
It doesn't hurt to be sad.
Bells swallow flowers,
Flowers fade, sad.
Where is the tour?
There is no turning back when you are sad.
I sigh with sadness and Jasper's delusion,
The pool is also sad for jade coagulation.
Tears turn into blood, blood turns into injury,
Ten years of indifference is not love.
The red crow on your forehead and the dust on your pillow,
Crying is heartbreaking.
Sad flowers are sad people,
Sad people sigh their dreams.
As soon as the bell rings,
The fox's fairy tale suddenly died.