1, Liang Zhu, classmates * * * pillow dreams are hard to chase. Acacia turns into a sick soul and a butterfly. Liang Zhu.
2, red makeup wrapped in two suitable, talented and beautiful * * * Changting. I don't know if I am a guest in my dream, but I don't forget when I am greedy and happy. The nearest Zhu Yingtai.
3, the Covenant of life and death is unfinished, and the marriage of thousands of miles is a thread. If it weren't for the day we met, who would believe that there are hoary heads in the world? Zhu Liang's death.
4. Butterfly dance, Liang Zhu. Acacia turned into a disease, staring at Li's soul and turning into a butterfly. Dancing butterfly.
5. Sorrow fades away, like spring water. Poor bones by the river, I am still a dream girl. Goodbye, Liang Zhu.
6, green manure, both red and thin, talented and beautiful * * * Changting. I don't know if I am a guest in my dream, but I don't forget when I am greedy and happy. The recent parting.
7. When we meet again, we are already white-haired and lovesick. Fly into butterflies in pairs, Liang Zhu. Liang Zhu meets again.
8. Butterfly dancing, Liang Zhu. When we met again, Yu Kai was too late to be white-haired, his lovesickness turned into a disease, and his soul came back. Butterfly dance reunion.
9. Become a butterfly's dream trip, Liang Zhu. Acacia turns into a sick soul and a butterfly. Liang Zhu becomes a butterfly.
10, red makeup is suitable for both, judging that the beauty Changting is fake. Become a butterfly's dream trip, Liang Zhu. Recently turned into a butterfly.
1 1, when I said goodbye, I was already white-haired and lovesick. Fly into butterflies in pairs, Liang Zhu. Goodbye, Liang Zhu.
12, Butterfly Dance, Liang Zhu. Butterfly dance farewell.
13, the clouds open in the evening, welcoming the snow, and the lights are on in the season. The night is about incense, and the south is a juvenile matter. The flute is a red cloud, flying to the sea, embroidered with peach blossoms in spring. Zhu Yingtai jinshangyuan
14, the wind blows jade and leaks flowers, and people are near Zhu Lan to send their eyes. Self-mockery and low heart are getting less and less every year, only looking for the past and twisting frost. Ceng Gong's Shangyuan