Undercurrent of love
That year, everyone lived in the world of mortals.
When you have rhyme, there is 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.
When the hand could pick the stars, was 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.
Beauty in the world
Bet on youth, and walk the world with high spirits and swords.
If you get your hands on rivers and lakes, it is inevitable to fight and kill.
Friends in troubled times help Iraqis attract attention.
Ten years and one sword, the Jianghu Xiao Sheng became a chivalrous man at the beginning.
Riding on the world of mortals, wind and sand are everywhere.
Tighten the reins, and the sunset will set.
Kingoma Iron, soldiers on the battlefield are fighting like crazy.
The sword is dumb, and it takes minutes to get the head skillfully.
Fall in love with a beautiful woman and take the world for you.
Bleeding, how much wealth and glory have you won?
One step late, lamenting that the beauty remarried.
Immersing yourself in the love for your children will make your Hua Qiangu miserable.
Thousands of purple flowers have been sad and white.
Laugh at the clouds, vows of eternal love are all false.
No worries about breaking halberd, sinking sand, cicada sloughing and dust drinking.
Sing Lu, sing a heroic epic.
A pot of turbid wine, I heard that the scholar whipped the Tatar with a smile.
Look down on prosperity and never do anything for her.