Your strength is not free, and it is difficult to recover the twins.
Three thousand guests are drunk, and fourteen States have a sword frost.
The drum horn is exposed to the sky, the air is cool, and the wind and waves move mountains and mountains in autumn.
The southeast will always be Jin Tianzhu, and Xie Gong's article praises Qi Xia's shame.
His name was Lingyange, and he was envious of Wan Huhou at that time.
According to your legend, men are men. When a man kills, he will kill without mercy. Immortal career, all killing people. Once upon a time, there were heroes who were loyal and loyal. You kill people and your body is as light as a feather. There are also heroic tyrants who kill people like hemp and gallop around the world, only boasting invulnerability. Looking for this kind today is in vain. Have you noticed, Confucianism rose up, a strong man broke his wrist, and China praised benevolence and righteousness from now on. Once barbarians invaded the Central Plains, the literati ran to the cowardly people and wept bitterly. I want to learn ancient customs and revive my heroism. Fame is like dirt, and those who despise righteousness laugh at it. Wearing an iron sword, killing in a rage. Stock trading, drinking and laughing at ghosts and gods. It takes ten weeks to kill an enemy thousands of miles away. Turn Zhu Tian naked, married. Out of the west gate, I looked back at dusk. God was tired and sleepy, and the horn of war suddenly sounded. Simon, don't leave your mother, but your mother is not sad. I have a history, and that person will never come back. The killing between heaven and earth shocked the Yin court. Three steps to kill one person, cardiac arrest. Thousands of waves of blood, thousands of mountains of corpses. A strong man goes out to war, tired of sleeping on enemy corpses. I still kill people in my dreams, and my smile reflects Su Hui. Daughter, don't ask, why is the man fierce? In ancient times, benevolence only harmed people, and morality was never true. Don't you see, liger's prey is very famous. Who has pity on this poor elk? The world has never been divided into strong and weak, even if it is reasonable, it is futile. Don't ask, men have their own ways. When a man is a man, he is violent. Things and benevolence, two don't stand. Men are killing each other, as bold as bears and as bold as wolves. If you were born a man, you would kill him. Don't teach men to wrap women's hearts with their bodies. A man never reveals his shirt, but he laughs at his dead opponent. There are a hundred battlefields in the enemy's field, and I want weeds everywhere. Men don't shake, there is a song for you: killing one is a crime, killing ten thousand is a hero. Tu 9 million, that is, Xiong Zhongxiong. Xiongzhong Xiong Xiong, the Tao is different: He who sees through the name of benevolence and righteousness for thousands of years makes this life heroic. A good name doesn't like a bad name, and killing millions goes unpunished. It is better to scold me for not teaching than to teach 10 thousand people to hate each other. Look at the place where heroes don't kill people for five thousand years!
You were born before I was born, and I was old when I was born.
Hate is not born at the same time. Hello every day.
When can I see you again, as white as a feather?
The face is as pure as a lotus flower
The wind and sand cover the night, and the moonlight seeps into the stone tomb.
Sigh day and night, who wants to live long?
I hope to be beside you, waving a sword with red thorns and flowers.
Singing wine to the sky and flying in the sand.
The long river has a brilliant sunset, reflecting the lost face.
Lonely smoke rises in the desert, and the soul is annihilated with the wind.
I can only hope to accompany you to see the bloody sunset.
I can only imagine that white clothes are fluttering.
The hope you give is like a flying eagle.
Hard to chase and hard to reach, wandering in dreams
Yin Jiefu Tang Zhangji
You know I have a husband, give me a pearl; I can't get rid of it. Tie the red one. My home is connected with the imperial garden, and my husband is on duty in the palace with a halberd. Although I know you are sincere to Lang Lang, I have vowed to share my life and death with my husband. Return the pearl to tears, I wish I could meet you before marriage!
Picking mulberry (Song Dynasty)
I hate that you are not like the moon on the river. No matter people wander north and south, the moon is not separated from people.
Damn you, you are like the moon hanging high above the river, just perfect and gone, and I don't know when it will wait until the moon is round again.