1. Pouring the World - River Picture
The painting of blood-stained rivers and mountains, how can it compete with a little cinnabar between your eyebrows. Even if it conquers the world, it will never be anything more than prosperity. The blue blood stains the peach blossoms, I just want to see you again, tears pouring down like rain, listening to the sword mute, and the tall building dying to collapse.
The bright moon lights up the horizon, who gets the Jian Jia in the end. The neighing war horses in the country and the silent noise in the arms. The wind blows across the sky and the earth kills people, and the queen of glory and splendor comes to dominate the world. Climb the nine-story pagoda and watch the shooting stars all night long.
2. The Wind Rises in the Sky - River Map
This night was still written about in the pages of history books many years later. The long steps of bluestone are dyed with colors of life and death. What is heard is like an end and what is seen is destroyed. The gentle one is the most decisive, and the falling one has been swaying. Suddenly I said goodbye to the long fading night. Wash away all sins before dawn. Someone calls your name until you are hoarse. If the soul can feel it, it will not be forgotten under the underworld. (Article reading website: www.sanwen.net)
3. Baitou Yin - HITA
The bright mirror should be as bright as the moon among the clouds. Zhu Xian is not broken, and the five-color Lingsu sapphire case is in the room. Several links of Chaolu and Yexi were also broken from it. When I was young, I once took a rest and secretly exchanged the old days for today.
The green silk hair is wrapped around the snow and sings farewell to a twilight waning year. Just like when we first met, my thoughts in the mirror were confused. Jinshui grows at the edge of Tangtang and Junjue. ***The fate of a lamp and a piano is still undying.
4. The fairy in the painting - Jinsha
The parting-like space beside the bluestone road. Reminds me of my constant thoughts of you. If the rain continues to spread, I can see you a few more times. Now I use my handkerchief to kiss your face.
Tears streaked across my lips, and the ink splashed across the rice paper and inkstone. Describe my endless longing for you. If we can meet again on a rainy day, can we invite the fairy in the painting to admire the flowers and the full moon?
5. Let’s try the world—Ajie HITA
Pick up your red makeup and pack your bags to hide your brilliance. This heart falls into love, the absurd past of this world, and the vicissitudes of life in a blink of an eye.
Time drowns the past, holds back sorrow and hides the past. Find your lost direction and spread your wings again to soar in the sky.
6. A Gentleman's Notes on Zhang Cuishan - HITA
In the end, I couldn't hold on to the silver hook falling from my hand. How much of this sadness or tenderness can be retained? You have seen through all the clear and dark, cold and warm, and the years have been frozen for a long time, waiting for you like a gentleman.
7. Chaos - Flowing Moon
I ride on a white horse and howl in the west wind. If I get drunk, I will die in my dream. Follow the drum and thunder to point you to the rainbow. The ambush soldiers were like bows on strings before they moved. Mountains, tsunamis, arrows, and thousands of fires surge out.
The sword is like a music composed, let me be your rhythm. If you want me to turn into fireworks and flying catkins. Breathe in the chill of winter. Poetry mixed with moments of farewell.
8. Singing at Night in the High Tang Dynasty - Ajie (original singing: EDIQ Ajie's version is the best.)
Chang'an willow catkins are flying, the konghou is ringing, and passers-by are drunk. On the upper reaches of Huafang Lake, drink a glass to repay a glass. The water embroidery is neat and beautiful, the gold method is flat, and the landscape is painted. The poet's words fly, and the rouge sweeps across the eyebrows.
Fireworks follow the flowing water, the night is cold, and those who are cold get drunk. At the current lantern festival, fans of painted lanterns will guess a pair. The tea floats in Yangxian, the pipa plays, and the jade flute plays. Ding sacrifices and dances, and the bronze mirror clouds and temples are beautiful.
9. Yang Guan Tiao - He Tu
Looking through the scabbard of someone's eyes. When he went up to the tower, he took off his shirt and sent it to the vast sea and the waves.
Whose mark will be engraved on the broken wall that will last for thousands of years? The sound of Qiang is thin and the world of mortals changes who leans on the railing and who bends down.
Whose heart beats when the country is in turmoil. In the prosperous age of Chang'an, the flowers forget their previous dynasty to the setting sun.
10. Peach Blossom Drunk - HITA
The bamboo poles are supported, the black awning is swaying, the boatman sings, and the dragon boat tunes. Plain hands holding hands, green silk ribbons, Yue women harmonious, Huansha ballads.
The east wind is soft, the bead curtains are rolling, the beautiful women are singing, and the painting is spring. Danqing silk, Xinmoran, Yulang Fu, Linjiang immortal.
11. Zichuan Lu—crazyman
Tonight, the imperial capital is stained with blood and the flames of war in the Far East are ruined. Shura was reborn from the ashes, raised his sword, and walked thousands of miles alone in the bright moon. Who can have a special love for life, death and love, and embrace each other even after this life. Don’t ask if grand ambition and hegemony are just a dream for a long time to come.
12. Lingding Ballad - River Picture
The locust fire is chaotic and the cold smoke is slightly cool. Don't forget you when you are on the other side. Can you sing the nursery rhyme by the bridge? Sing about the past you left behind.
The rain falls across the river and crosses the River of Forgetfulness. Silent boatman, who do you want to cross the river with? Whose house is on the winding road along the winding river? Is the girl who lit the lamp back?
13. Red Sleeves - Peipei
Putting flowers on each other's horizons, the yellow sand is gradually disappearing. The song of the Wei River is like a lotus fire burning away our joys and sorrows.
The company's camp is rising and falling, and the mountains are covered with snow. I want to block the wolf by using the road to stay in Xu. You can go and cut off the yellow sand to see Loulan.
I sang long songs to chase Mowan several times, and Qilian recalled Jinghuan like a tomb. Even though he died after thousands of battles, he still smelled the fragrance of his chivalrous bones.
14. Drunk Dream Fairy Forest - Dong Zhen
The frost flower sword is carved with a ray of solitary toughness, and it travels across thousands of mountains to cleanse the demon souls. If a young man dares to scold the world for being unkind, he doesn't care about chance or misfortune.
Which one of my drunken dreams is true? I can’t forget my lover and make my heart sleepy. Looking at the fairy road near and far, the forest is full of rain and snow, and you might as well face people with a smile when you are lonely.
15. Return of the Shadow - River Picture
Swinging the sword against the wind, I felt like I was in a trance. How many years ago, the hero shed his blood and spoke freely.
The stars twinkled a little bit, as if it was the last volume of the decisive battle in the green forest.
After several chapters, the wind and smoke are gone, and the brocade strings carve out two lingering paragraphs. When you look back, you only think that your three lives have flowed all the way to Qinhuai. How many times can you prepare to start the show?
16. Xi Yan Nian - HITA Sweet Potato
For whom do you live and die so lightly for whom in a single thought? The morning flowers fall and the evening falls, leaving the clear sorrow and chaos in the face.
It’s hard to break an old dream with traces of green marks and residual fat stained with tears. How long will it take for a thousand years of flowing clouds to be paid off with a smile?
The sound of Jinse is choked by the light rain and the cold sound is slow. How can the old friend Yan Shutong and Wuyu say that the moon is too tired. The time has passed, I hate to say goodbye, and I am so shocked that I am already dying. I swear that no one wants to meet again with a smile.
17. Tian Jing Sha Qiu Si - Dong Zhen
The footsteps on the road away from home are stained with dust, and the green clothes leave a trace of beauty. Mountains and rivers are blurry at dusk, but I can vaguely remember where I came from. The old trees have withered and only the crow's voice remains the same.
The horseshoes chased without stopping, and they still had no hesitation in crossing thousands of mountains. Who can the wanderer complain to? Where does the West Wind Road go? Can there be local accents to accompany you on your way back to the end of the world?
18. Like Flowers - River Picture
He lit the lamp at night and read the Four Books and Five Classics several times, while her childhood sweetheart and childhood sweetheart stayed by his side. She studied the ink under the lamp, took a look at Jing Chai's cloth skirt, and watched him study hard for ten years in a cold window and vowed to get into the Golden Palace.
She lit the lamp at night and looked down at Jiang Kuoyun several times. The sound of breaking geese in the clouds and the west wind blew away many thoughts. I want him to study his ink under the lamp, and he will be the number one scholar for a thousand gold. Waiting for him to return home in fine clothes will be another year.
19. The Book of Mistaken Gold - HITA
The sky is full of rain and the mountains and rivers are twilight. I, Ling Bo, have seen all the dragons dancing in the seven seas. Playing the sword and singing songs, the romance remains the same. The journey to the end of the world has never begun.
The silver zither has stopped, the red sandalwood has not been recorded, and the purple inkstone has withered and the jade ink is hard to wet. Even if a lifetime of wisdom has melted away, how quickly will the golden and green time pass by?
20. Hongdou—Jiang Kaiwen
He carried his luggage and rolled up his sleeves, forgetting the weight. He still missed whether Hongdou could stay one more night. Put down the bamboo basket and pick up the tenderness drunk with water and wine. Don't take the red beans away, for fear that you will be far away and reluctant to look back.
21. Drinking Alone - Hong Yiping
Who is it with tears in his eyes as the winter wind silently rings the evening bell? Yesterday's broken cup still reflects your smile, but now it's still winter.
You said there is still me in the world of mortals, why did you let go? The bitter wine enters the throat and a person drinks alone in the house. The shadow behind the solitary lamp casts a shadow on the person who is losing weight.
22. Wife’s Letter—Xuan Shang
The stone slabs in the old city walls of the brick houses and wells and alleys also smell of wine. The bamboo bridge is short, the sunset is long, and the waterwheel turns around. I dust off my clothes and get on the passenger ship.
The spring river is full of tide, the cold lights and shadows dazzle your eyes, and the lake light is blurred. Under the shade of the flowers, I stood by the bridge holding an umbrella and told me not to forget.
23. Throwing ink - EDIQ
Laughing loudly in the thick ink, lightly drunk, I write about the pine waves, the boatman is smashing walnuts, the candle is drifting and the boat is shaking, I am excited, I am not going to Beijing to take the exam, the moonlight is dim The mountain is small, and when the river wind blows, the baskets on my back are full and the windmill spins.
24. War Soul Hero Tribulation—ZHUCOOL
Looking at the beacon smoke passing by the wild geese in the sky, searching for the traces of many things in the past. How many beauties there are in the country, everyone laughs and talks about how great it is, and who is the hero when the yellow sand is overwhelming the sky?
Pointing to Jiangshan Road, shaking hands with long swords, horse hooves crushing the clear frost and mist.
The Golden Crow appears in the sky but is surrounded by smoke and dust. Who can understand whether he is drunk, dreaming or awake?