Blood-stained paintings can't compare with a little cinnabar between your eyebrows. Covering the world, it will always be prosperous. Bloody peach blossoms, just want to see you cry again. Listening to the silence of the sword, the tall building was dying and collapsed.
The moon shines all over the world, who finally gets the cockroach? Jiangshan neighing steeds, silent noise in his arms. The wind blows all over the world, and Xie Jun is in the world. Climb the Nine Towers and watch the shooting stars whisper all night.
2. The wind is blowing and the sky is blue-river map
Many years later, a page of history also wrote this night, bluestone was dyed where you will go. What you hear is the end, what you see is ruined, and gentleness and decisiveness have been shaken. Suddenly, I bid farewell to the fading night and washed away all my sins before dawn. Someone calls your name until your voice is hoarse, if the soul can feel the grave and not forget it. I don't remember rain or shine. I have seen Bloom and Hua Xie, and I gradually recall the difference between joy and hatred. Still here at night, waiting for something to break through the ground and become a butterfly. It is the fate in reincarnation, the illusion of deja vu. . . . . .
3. Try the world-Ajie &; HITA
Pick out the red makeup for you, pack your bags and cover up the shine. This heart is in love, the world is ridiculous, and the past is gone.
Time obliterates the past, suppresses sadness and hides the past. Find your lost direction, spread your wings again and soar in the sky.
4. Chaos-Ryutsuki
If I get drunk, I will die drunk in my dream. With the drums, I mean look at that rainbow. The ambush did not move, like a bow on a string, a thousand arrows in the mountains, and a tsunami burst.
If the sword bends, let me be your melody. If you like, I will become a fireworks. Breathing the cold of winter, mixed with poems of parting time.
5. Song of the Tang Dynasty-Ajie
Liu, Chang 'an, it's ringing, and passers-by are drunk. In the upper reaches of Fanghua Lake, have a drink and a drink. Water embroidered Qi Zhen beauty, Ping Jin method, painting landscapes. The poet's pen is flying, and the rouge sweeps the eyebrows.
Fireworks follow the running water, and the night is cool, and those who are cool are drunk. Today is the Lantern Festival. Draw a riddle and guess a pair. Tea floats in Yangxian county, pipa goes around, and the jade emperor returns. Ding sacrificial dance, bronze mirror cloud.
6. Yangguandiao-Hetu
Through the scabbard entangled in the corner of his eye, he went upstairs to unbutton his shirt and gave it to Yun Tao.
The broken wall has never engraved anyone's mark for thousands of years, and Qiang's voice is thin and the world of mortals is upside down.
Whose heartbeat is swaying in the wind and rain, and the prosperous Chang' an flowers forget the past.
7. Peach Blossom Drunk-Hita
Yang Liuan, Little Bridge Companion, Canoe, Peach Blossom Garden. Penny support, tent swing, singing, dragon boat tune. Hand in hand, green silk wan, and, Huan yarn storytelling.
Outside the west window, the original painting is half, the new swallow wears, and the Jiangnan smoke. The east wind is soft, the bead curtain rolls, the beauty sings, and the painting hall is spring. Danqing Silk, New, Yu Lang Prefecture, Linjiang County.
8. Miss the past-Hita &; sweet potato
Who is speaking out of turn for whose life and death? Flowers fall at dusk, and it is chaotic when it is clear.
Bi Hen's old dream is hard to break because of her residual fat and tears. When will you laugh in a thousand years?
The voice of the golden harp choked, the rain was cold and the voice was slow. Therefore, Yanhe old man is tired of speaking English. When I was young, I hated being shocked and vowed to smile when I met someone.
9. History of the Three Kingdoms: Story of the Three Kingdoms: Peach Leaf Song-Yu Xiaoqiao
No longer fiddling with the strings in your hands over and over again, you will miss the past and make a mess of the Taoyuan Sanying Group. Fishing boat at dusk, cuckoo sings the sound of dying yang and blood, and then sings a song for you. Finally, I remember meeting you at the beginning and regretting that I didn't leave my bald head in the world in my spare time.
Who will wait for you in the last butterfly cycle, who will repay your long-cherished wish with the red line.
10. Smile outside Suzhou-Hou Xian
I can't finish writing flowers, and your sadness is all over the wall. The uncertain bow, which port to blow to.
I was gentle when I died, so my time will be confiscated when I say goodbye. Bitter songs can relieve the hangover, and everlasting regret songs can barely give a bite.