Undercurrent of love
That year, everyone lived in the world of mortals.
You have rhyme and a storm.
Passing by the end of the world, an undercurrent was set off.
You assert that the poet's love should be in vain.
At the beginning, the hand could pick the stars, but is the sword of happiness horizontal?
If you see blood blocking your throat, maybe I shouldn't have any pain.
Quiet night and clear autumn, lock your most ruthless pupil deeply.
When migratory birds migrate, they will be as desolate as floods.
Moonlight ice sculpture, staged an impulse to kill love.
It is not easy to worship love and put it into practice.
Poetry is red, and the window row is waiting for the dry wind.
It's hard to ridicule a sobbing man as a hero with red eyes and rolling their eyes.
Young people in Jianghu are used to chasing vicissitudes.
You are also good at playing the piano and fiddling with prosperity in the palm of your hand.
Life is light, but half-life love is so heavy.
The mountains are south and the sea is north, and the children are affectionate.
Singing and drinking, ten miles of tenderness will never meet.
Only you do what you want, the love of this life is bound by yourself and frozen for thousands of years.