Who blows plum blossoms in the moonlight of the forest?
Holding white clothes and leaning to the left, life is the loneliest as snow.
Another dreamlike decade and a drunken altar.
Golden shoes and fragrant steps, all the way to the long street.
On the seventh day of July in the world, the muscles of the Ming Dynasty are angry and snowy, and they hate it too much.
The pat is dry, the jade is broken, and the breeze smells good again.
Dumped the old country and stepped on the horseshoe to clear jathyapple.
Who is picking plum blossoms, who is picking the Bai Meihua under the moon?
Do you still remember that year, I put on Long song sword to test the world for you?
Bai Meihua, beside the hairpin, who sings love songs under the moon?
Don't you understand that flowers must be folded if they can be folded?
Sing a love song, who will care about you? Beauty is like a flower separated from water.
At most, I just look back and smile. There is no color in the world.
Utpala, flowers bloom in the sky, and grass grows in the distance.
It's hard to get rid of lovesickness when the voice is dark.
Envy is only envy, and if Liang is one day, it will be what he wants.
I hope we can meet each other every year in the next life = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
Tiger's mourning song fell with the passing clouds.
I have seen all the beautiful scenery after three thousand days.
The snow on the boat in the South Huaihe River is not as good as before.
Once upon a time, several people made sacrifices to heaven on a high platform.
Before the last bonfire, roses bloom like blood.
Who died in the past?
Bones don't cover the sky and dusk, which goes down in history.
Climb the ground, chrysanthemum yellow charming eyes
In the bowl, the green sun is swaying and the skirt is fluttering.
Ri yue Fei chi ruo photoelectricity
How many times have I passed you in my life?
Before Yushan collapsed, Yang's blood was changed.
What are you thinking, old friend? Have a good drink tonight.
Life flies like an arrow. Laugh, don't laugh, and die by the day.
Tiger tooth gun, pale cloud sword, as promised.
Reading is lonely, so the moon can be missed on paper.
When the flowers are delicate, the spring breeze is like a teenager.
Snow is dark and old dreams are far away.
Embrace each other and sleep, and no one will see the end of the song.
Thyme flower red cream is clear and snowy.
Looking back at the smoke waves, who holds a fan to hide a smile?
At that time, there were no songs and no one watched them.
It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Who and * * * Wen/Lingjian were drunk alone?
-Qu: Yes.
Xiang curtain hung low, Su curtain was half hidden, and the balcony sang through.
Night rain on the pool hits the golden lotus.
What does flying flower mean? It doesn't matter if the sky were to fall.
Hold a light robe and get drunk later.
Remember the old dream at that time, Chang' an ranger boy.
A brief encounter, a thousand bucks for a drink.
The eternal sky is bleak, and the wind and moon have been boundless.
Drunk to watch the birds fall and dance the jade steps.
Rap: Feibai Yima waterfront station sand
Dusk, midnight, the color is like flowers.
Sword, light, notice, shadow, incense, flying crow.
Smile on your lips and worry on your eyebrows.
Don't say its moments of beauty, don't say what day it is.
Who is as beautiful as a fairy, who is in the water cloud sword?
Take care of Sanshengshi and swear to open lotus flowers.
The spring breeze is still there, but the peach blossoms are already in bloom.
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After selling incense for forty years, Mr. Liu doesn't blow cotton.
Liu Lang is back, and Ying Xiao Wo is fascinated by it.
When was that amazing photo taken before the blue waves rippled?
Look at the oblique light, the pulse is flowing.
Like a dream sleeping among flowers.
Twelve idle paintings of spring breeze, ancient dreams and small buildings in the east and west.
When is it the same on the string?
The dark grass stretching in the sky is not a weakness.
Who is playing flute, knife and piano? * * = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =.
Song: The Moon on the Night of Fire
Word: the seventh tide rises and falls and finally breaks.
Love is shallow and light.
Origin, Marginalization, Extinction and Final Diffusion
It's hard to remember the past and get drunk.
Flowers bloom and fall, and finally it can happen.
It's a pity that people get together and break up.
It is difficult for anyone to sigh an old friend, but it is difficult for anyone to wave his sleeves and smoke everywhere.
He who holds hands knows how cold and warm it is.
Who sees the world of mortals by the sword alone?
Who looks back and catches snow, who is like a cloud guest.
Who promises not to change this life?
Who sits and watches Gu Hong's voice go south, breaking frost, freezing frost and freezing to death?
After the wind passes, you will sigh.
Dream outside the dream
Bitter wine companions are obsessed with the sad shadow of the moon.
I want to cut it and return it to chaos.
Rush into the world of mortals by mistake
Time is broken, but youth is fleeting.
Who should you look at when it snows? = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
-Song: On China's OST "The Great Wall of China". Word: ending
I will miss it all my life, and it will come like a flying flower.
How many are there in the dream? The wind and sand rolled to the horizon.
Drunk and unaware of the age limit, dancing under the moon.
Looking at the flowers on the sea like snow, several rounds of spring flowers buried the withered face.
Breeze couldn't read, so he opened the yellow scroll.
A short-lived one-night stand in a dream
Thousands of years of the same flower, the sea alone becomes a field.
Wear it with a smile for a thousand years, and you will know how many times you have been to the earth.
Once in a thousand years, if we meet for the first time = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =