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Huaxia (3)

) All floating things are falling with the water, reflecting the sunset-like sun and the fiery red sky. A stunning smile will ruin everything. If you are infatuated with it, you will pursue it. ) All floating things are falling with the water, reflecting the red sky like sunset glow. A stunning smile will ruin everything. If you are infatuated with it, you will pursue it. Bloom flowers are like water, but who can fly in the sky with me? The world of mortals is willing to take you alone. If you are crazy, who are you tired of? Every song is a song, but my heart is like ash. The phoenix shadow of the bamboo forest roared in the sky, and its feathers were like dust. ) cinnabar is like blood, sighing this life, acacia has passed away; Under a boat with a leaf and a bamboo umbrella, there is always a melancholy misty rain. All floating things fall with the water, reflecting the sunset-like sun and the fiery red sky. A stunning smile will ruin everything. If you are infatuated with it, you will pursue it. Bloom flowers are like water, but who can fly in the sky with me? The world of mortals is willing to take you alone. If you are crazy, who are you tired of? Phoenix spreads its wings for nine days; Heavy lotus is like a fire, like a fire burning the world of mortals. Laugh at life, life is like a dream; In the dream, light clothes and flowers swear together.

Huaxia (4)

Someone told me that if you want to go back to the original world, you must get the two greatest treasures in the world. These two treasures are in the strongest and most beautiful people. He also said that after you get it, you won't want to go back. As long as I think about these four words repeatedly-the world is beautiful. ) the clothes are thin, and the light skin can't keep out the wind and cold. Cold jade pendant, palm clutching around the red line. An old friend is far away, and the moon is full of red-violet outside the window. Linjiang fairy, bead curtain roll, love silk flying over the cliff edge. The sky is frosty and messy, and the clouds in Qin Lou are dim. Joan Shang tilted his glass, his blood was broken and his face was red. The night is cold and I can't sleep in autumn. In the old temple, Wushan had thousands of sex. West window scissors, red-violet tears, residual candles. Rouge, a pot of drunk wine makes people sleepy. Outside the clouds, the silk and bamboo should be orchestral, and the phoenix dance can still be seen. The sound of the soul is broken and the rain is red. (The old scene in the palace is touched by heavy fire, and the snow pool in Yao is empty. Holding the rain, heavy lotus leaned against the railing, tears streaming down her heart. Feel the pain in the world, acacia is the most poisonous. Lotus nine styles have been chased by the world, and the beauty of the world has been covered. ) I've seen the world. Let's have a drink. Feathers are ringing, swords are flashing, and I doubt your face. Warm and drunk in the dream, red lotus blooms. Visit the old place and touch your feelings. Phoenix lives in the west. Leaning against the window and wrinkling water, the lights in the deep courtyard of the painting hall are dim. In his later years, he thought flashy and died far away. Lin Fei and I are secretive and have seen peach blossom faces several times. It is absolutely necessary to swing your sword and break your sleeves. Don't complain. Green graves are solitary graves, and red-violet is everywhere in bloom. The breeze is cold and the sleeves are cold, and the hands are warm and invisible. When I was drunk, tears rang all over the empty strings

Huaxia (5)

Any moment of thought, the fleeting time of life and death. Phoenix bamboo house, in front of the heavy fire palace. Fireworks return to the spring and autumn, watching a lifetime of lingering. Yao Xue opens a heavy lotus flower. Who is the beauty? All my life, I have been merciful to the king and the world, and I have been drunk for many years. The candle turned red and was cut by snuff. Spring didn't end, but it changed at midnight. The night flute blows into a wound, and the dusk is lonely. It's hard to break a feather and move on. This commitment is a thousand years. Who is crazy, Zhuang Shengdie? Half-life is gentle and honest. Who is the beauty? All my life, I have been merciful to the king and the world, and I have been drunk for many years. Half-length red dress, dark eyebrows, Joan * * * drunk in China.

Huaxia (6)

The phoenix flies and the flowers are drunk. The dust is far away and the flowers are all over the sky. Clear water is rippling, splashing your face, and tears can't hide your heart. Sauvignon Blanc, the moon hates it. Recalling the past, Ganoderma lucidum laughed in the mountains. Clothes have been around for years. Nirvana reborn, Gu Ying, who is talking? But you are far away, cold flute is idle, flowers stay in the hospital, who sleeps with blue light? The lonely boat floats with the wind, and the afterglow is gorgeous. Who please her? A long-term relationship is absolutely decisive.

Red-violet tears in the world

(Dance for a while, and the flowers will flow freely; Sigh a song, things are not everything; Who knows, tears flow first when you want to talk; I always remember that people are thinner than that red flower. I still remember that Yao Xuechi stepped on the waves and the incense was broken. I also think of red-violet leaning on the moon. Who will spend time with you? The world of mortals is gone forever, just a moment in a dream. I miss the past, love has fallen, and I look at the flowing time. Looking for the present, the setting sun is as cold as Qian Shan. Purple eyes are frozen with wind and frost, and I hope it will travel ten miles. Sighs are endless, and the beautiful scenery is unforgettable. Clouds are misty, water is soup, and floating dust is gloomy. Heartbroken, turbid wine evening photos recommend vicissitudes of life. The dusty broken sorrow marks, singing Ling's songs, poured the world into a swan song. Listening to the echo of cold air, my clothes are crimson and thin, and my eyebrows are indifferent to the snow in Tianshan Mountain. Who is the field of life and death? The rivers and lakes are angry, and the tears are exquisite.

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Let the world be the past and the present.

What is past and present? Phoenix faint v. self-pity, can you remember the pity in your heart? Last night was blurred, the phoenix flowers were messy and beautiful, and it was rainy and sad. Who plays the flute in the middle of the lake? At night, birds sing and the sun shines, and Violet City falls all over the country. He dropped his eyes, smiled and abandoned the world. The crow turns around three times, killing people and flying alone. Who will take Xuan to attack the lotus? When will heavy lotus, the prison of sin, be destroyed, and who will be drunk alone on a moonlit night? Grow your whip, but I can't see you jumping on the top of the snowy mountain. Gently touching the cold jade ganoderma lucidum, Meiying smiled. A flash in the pan will not see tea and cigarettes. What was the evening like in the Ming Dynasty? Mayfly v. Li Qi, a pool of flowers, a lonely man. Mayflies are looking for life, and the clothes are heavy in the sky, and the autumn wind is sparse. Who cries alone with a bamboo umbrella? At night, the birds are singing and the sun is shining, and Violet City falls all over the country. He dropped his eyes, smiled and abandoned the world. The crow turns around three times, killing people and flying alone. Who will take Xuan to attack the lotus? The flying phoenix goes dancing, but who cares about the beauty of the world? Frost forest dye, earthly robbery, however, reincarnation thousands of times. Hanshan bent down to pick up maple leaves, who ordered cinnabar eyebrows? Ink turns into snow, and the source of evil is destroyed. The fire burned again and again, but the flowers were not as bright as blood. Zhu Xuan's nightmare is sad, and the autumn lotus grows on a cold night. (Jinse string, chaotic China year, who sings softly? For example, in the morning dew, Shili Honglian wine floats. A bright moon, a lonely night light in the bamboo forest. Begonia withers, and the blade of cold dagger burns. Yuling is sparse, who looks after the family alone?

Jiangnan in the world

The mountains, rivers and snow are deceiving others and dancing wildly, and the red robe is boiling. Beating a horse can't tell the difference between a thousand years of flowers and a moon, and people are old and yellow, so why bother with the reward of the world of mortals? A person is in Qianshan, where rivers and lakes are old. He is both young and old. The sky in the south of the Yangtze River is fine and tends to be red-violet. Qingxi water, this cup of wine invites, flows to Hongqiao. Sleeping in the moon, lights sinking, tea smoke, flowers falling. Hanging rain, drunk, long hair messy, accompanied by fishing fire. It's cold and snowy in Cangshan. An old friend, feeling frivolous and ill, asked several wrong questions. All lines are impermanent. Stop the lights to see the splendor, and then the snow in Qian Shan is old and the smoke falls. Elsewhere, the misty rain still leaves a thousand withered grasses, and the bridge of Yinchi Pavilion is light. Where is a good place? The mountains, rivers and snow are deceiving others and dancing wildly, and the red robe is boiling. Beating a horse can't tell the difference between a thousand years of flowers and a moon, and people are old and yellow, so why bother with the reward of the world of mortals? A person is in Qianshan, where rivers and lakes are old. He is both young and old. It's just that incense has not been sold for many years. Downstairs to the west, the south of the Yangtze River is smoky and the screen is small. Chutian half river rain, returning geese to fade the cold nest. My whole life and tonight. Drinking alone in the rain, bloom fell again. A few canshan * * * drunk lamps, but the wine is not finished. The smoke in the south of the Yangtze River is blue and the painting screen is small. Canshan * * * is drunk, but the wine has not disappeared. Autumn pond red, rivers and lakes bloom. The world of mortals is disturbing itself, and an inkstone floats. After today, this glass of wine is on the house. * * * Go home in early spring.

The beauty of the world is fleeting.

Close your eyes and carefully warm your dreams. Moment, I saw my peerless face in the flowers. Do you still remember that the streets in Chang 'an are chaotic and dusty? Holding hands, smiling, making mistakes, but forgetting the fleeting time. The palace is deep, nine robberies, and the lotus god changes. Who knows how to remember and bear to take care of each other and leave? Asking for heaven (asking for heaven) is an unprecedented fate. A thousand feelings of drunkenness, empty burial. Only you, waving your sleeves in the wind to cover the moon. Life again and again, planning to end the cycle. When the moon is in the wind, it is inevitable that it will be sunny and round. Indulge in the illusion of prosperity and pretend not to know, when did it fade? There are more and more past events in Lianchi Bibo, and he secretly complains that he can't cash in with you. Humanity is the beauty of the world. Laughing is hard to understand, and life and death are gentle and annihilated. You can change the name, but you can't. You make my heart miss it. Long dreams die, clouds disappear, and Fengxiang rises in the sky. Ask heaven again (ask heaven again) and give it the love as destiny takes a hand. Five hundred years, once a wish, written in the book. Who remembers, turning over the dusty years? Layer upon layer, full of entanglements. Laugh, don't be too sad. As long as you are willing to talk, it won't hurt in the future. Thinking repeatedly in the world of mortals is picturesque and bright. Looking back at heavy lotus, it's beautiful. Looking back at heavy lotus, it's beautiful. Looking back at heavy lotus, it's beautiful.

Hua Tian Rong Xia love art

Lotus flowers are leisurely, bamboo forests are drunk; The wind rippled and the clothes fluttered. Meeting each other in an instant is a nightmare. If you see it for the first time, it will be nine days in Feng Ming. Sincere words, light clothes; Feathers spread lightly, and life is far away. A sword in the rivers and lakes, the fate of the past, a smile in ten miles. Clear lotus, dark purple crystal eyes. It's too late to live alone. The reins are broken, and there is hope in the afterlife. Hallucinations, silence, bleak fire, what's wrong? People get together, get to know each other and love each other. Candle red is exhausted, hitting the night cold directly; I once thought of Fengtian and traveled to He Huan! It's hard to forget each other from now on, and it's okay to cry. Flowers hurt, and youth is full of temples.

Hua Tian Rong Xia zhi Lian cigarettes

A lotus step is not smoke, and a pool is gorgeous; A phoenix with bamboo leaves and a shallow stream. Phoenix bamboo forest light willow swallows fly, OceanLotus burns fiercely; A bottle of Ming wine and Shili Honglian, Lin fell off the bridge. The veil is hidden, the dark clouds are closed and the beauty of the world is poured out. Miss the moon shadow on the window, and miss it. When Yao Xuechu saw it, the whole city forgot the prosperity of 3 thousand; Peony garden, fire lotus as blood. Mayflies are short-lived, a flash in the pan, purple beads, Tianshan snow. Buried in the air, you will live forever, you will live forever. White moss and red lotus, purple pupil reflecting the bright moon; Ink stains the eyes, and the golden wings want to rest. Acacia is silent, ripples are shallow and lotus wings are shallow; The moon, the breeze and the jade bed gradually stopped, and the flowers fell in the dream. Who remembers your beautiful words about the world for a long time, and who is the world of mortals? Dreaming without deep dreams, deceiving yourself that the situation in those days was unique; Lotus flowers are like smoke, clouds forget their front edges and can't see their faces. Yuhuan hangs on the moon, thinking of your face, reading your words and remembering your wishes; Phoenix feathers are scattered, and pear blossoms are as cold as snow. Weak water three thousand, * * * you drink a gourd ladle, Tianshan snow; Affection becomes caring, looking back and smiling, bleak and returning to the wild goose. See you in the afterlife, I have no sleep, the moon turns to Zhuge, and the shadow is oblique. Heartbroken ink stains the sky, and cold light reflects the cold smoke of lotus flowers. Looking back on that year, I miss each other, see your face, and lean on the top of the mountain. Far from right or wrong, half-life love regrets you like a lotus, and the past is like smoke. The drizzle soaks in the moon, the clothes are pulled by the skirts, the clothes are fluttering, and the feelings are tender. Time flies, the clouds are light and the wind is light, the green silk is turned into snow, and the lotus fragrance is with you everywhere. If you remember your face, brush your shoulder back, hold it forever, and remember it forever. The world who leans back for pity, Feng Huang Yu Fei is like lotus smoke.

Facing the tears of the world

Feather sword, phoenix stack, Yuzhu rain belt tenderness. He looked back, Zhan Yan, cinnabar eyebrows lit up. Stay in the air, the phoenix is in the distance, and Lion is a song of life and death. Whose face will disappear in the dark? The red garden next to Yaochi meets the afterlife and visits Fengtian. In the world of mortals, everyone is envious and infatuated with eternal love. The burn is still there, and I am grateful. The lights are burnt out and the candles are cut. A sleeve of incense is scattered, who reads it? Gone with the wind, short-lived, lotus before Buddha. Pipa wants to sing and change, but tears cannot be cut. Who cries, laughs and pities, Shan Meng is empty. Looking at the misty rain of childhood in vain, rusty vows. Who hates who loves who complains, who loses face in the twilight. Red-violet is gone, burning in the world. Who is silent? Phoenix flies and sleeps. Phoenix strings, silk and bamboo resentment, fireworks are unbearable. Huang Lian's love and several wishes, what can be unified? Phoenix falls into the sky, lotus sinks into smoke, and heavy fire falls into the palace. On the moon and valley, who cares about the past? The old scar is broken and the new scar is connected. People used to change trains at Huangtai. Leave the water blank, don't live or die, a bottle of wine laughs at red lotus. Who is crazy, who is beautiful, who is studying, and the sword was dumb yesterday. Sighing flowers and falling red, flying with the waves. Whose love, whose robbery, whose love, how to remember the brocade of that year with a knot? Who has been turning into a butterfly for many years? When the stars fall, who do you cry to? If you look forward to the full moon, have you seen the wind in the city? How can the broken brocade meet the old beauty and weep for the lovesick gentleman? Who cry who laugh who complain, Huang Meiyu, flooded the sky. The poor blue sky fell into the grave and could see nothing. Whoever hates, loves and wishes, and the wedding dress is as hot as jade. Red-violet's wings are so leafy that it's hard to see them. Rouge, blood and tears, lonely burning, sleepless.

Red lotus, the habitat of flowers in the world.

The frost is sparse, and Yao loves it. The moon is thin, the flowers are similar, and the dream is in the waves. Sprinkle on the swing, lotus dreams, smiles and sighs, leaning on the spring breeze. After years of death, Wu Fengqi has forgotten to cherish each other. Nine oratorios, what dusk is the dream? The lotus capacity is absolutely gorgeous, and it is lonely in the wind. Looking at dusk, the wind and rain shook my face. Moon, tea cover. Who will watch the appointment ceremony? Red-violet is easily bullied by heaven. Beauty and the world, who remembers sadness? The drizzly wind song goes to the long night and gently shakes the jade bed in the wind and rain. The snowy moon is sad, the soul melts, and the stars are blazing. Drunk red, snow fans sighed and saw the dark Yang Xi. Between Zitang and Zitang, love follows the gentleman, and the crescent moon is lightly clothed. Before the heavy fire, in the dream guest, the lotus wings danced at night. Dream back, cherish each other, and the lonely phoenix will burn the future alone. It's dark, the willow dances lightly, and people are different from year to year. Leaving a smile in the air, Nong Yu gently holds the bright moon. Clouds and fog disperse, colorful flowers flow, and the wind can stay away. The clouds are light and the wind is light, and Haitang is still a little long. Looking back at the bleak place, I hope the sky will be abandoned by the wind. In the clouds and wind, the scattered trees are drifting away. Looking at the front curtain, the sun and the moon are long. Who brought the lotus jade?

Phoenix forest in the flower world

The wind passed through the phoenix forest, the moon disappeared, and it was in the fog. Whose eyebrows are a little silent, and the memories of that broken bamboo building. Like a chess piece scattered in a dream, but no one comes to pick it up again. Who plays the pipa and whispers, the sound is later than the sound. Know each other, remember looks, and see far. Are you still wearing a white shirt? Bow a glass of old wine, sigh yin and yang, and talk about it in the afterlife. Hate may be the continuation of love. My hug and your shadow overlap, through the years. Close at hand, but it seems to be hundreds of millions of light years away from you. (softly) I don't want you to face setbacks or grow up. Keep doing this. I like to see your willfulness ... (sweet and sure) I'm Feng and you're Huang. We are made for each other, so we shouldn't be apart. (Lonely and sad) Phoenix flies away in pairs in misty rain and autumn wind. Now, now ... Phoenix is gone, but it is empty. The color of lotus has been dyed for another season, leaving footprints in the air. Who once had a good song? Red-violet becomes a mystery, and then dreams back, bowing to the world of mortals. Hand in hand, why are you afraid of the wind and rain? The wind passed through the phoenix forest, and the moon disappeared, in the fog. Whose eyes are a little silent, and the memories of that broken bamboo building. Like a chess piece scattered in a dream, but no one comes to pick it up again. I'll pour you another glass of old wine as a sacrifice in case you don't get what I want. Phoenix bamboo used to be waist-high, but now it has covered the sky. Phoenix traveled with Yuzhu once, and Phoenix went to the air to leave Phoenix alone. Tears are hard to cut, and clothes are broken. The breeze is wet, but the tea wind is light. Relive the old dream, the old friend, has gone. )

Old years and old strings in the world

Who saw the snow falling on the strings and remembered that year? On the edge of Yao Xue, I saw your face at first sight when the moon set in the sky. Who holds a thousand glasses of wine for the moon? After so many years, it suddenly feels like a dream. Shen, a purple bamboo umbrella. On Chang 'an Street, pears fall like smoke. The thin shadow is oblique, and the fragrance is faint. Look up, who borrows the breeze? In the idle month, it shines quietly among the bamboos. Phoenix note, how many times does the silk and bamboo ring? I vaguely saw it in the old days, and a song brushed my shoulder. Looking at the rivers and lakes, who comments? Where can I find a gentleman riding a stranger? Yesterday, as the monarch wished, he went away, and several people sang thoroughly in the old days. Who says fire lotus is beautiful and fragrant? Changting evening, watching the snow fall in Tianshan Mountain side by side. Who sees the red leaves in the sky in Wan Li? Bloody, but I beg you for a drink. Exploring the sky, there are lonely geese outside the clouds. The sapphire case, the next volume of this book. Who sighs, only melancholy. Partridges, only shadows are lonely. One water room, ten miles of red lotus. Who leans on the fence, the rain is silent. Ask what year this evening is, no one has broken it, so the old friend has gone away and never changed. Who saw the snow falling on the strings and remembered that year? On the edge of Yao Xue, I saw your face at first sight when the moon set in the sky. Who holds a thousand glasses of wine for the moon? After so many years, it suddenly feels like a dream. Hanging on the moon, how many questions do you have about the picture? Farewell to you, whose face did Dan Qing draw? The sunset blew the flute. Who says fire lotus is beautiful and fragrant? Changting evening, watching the snow fall in Tianshan Mountain side by side. Who sees the red leaves in the sky in Wan Li? The purple stranger looks pale and turns back to find that you can't see you. Looking out of the window, the moon is as bright as the old year. Shallow sigh, but things have changed. Even if the purple flute breaks the north wind, no one in this world will make the old string; Who pressed the string in the world of mortals?

Hua Tian Rong Xia zhi Lian Fei Yimeng

The world is in chaos, the industry is short and flashy. Mayflies bloom all summer, reflecting the water, and life is picturesque. And heaven remains our neighbourhood is a beautiful woman, and no one can pity her. The Jianghu strives for hegemony and is bloodthirsty. Live in vain, struggle in vain. If the heart is lotus, it is flawless. Why worry when you go home? Life and death! ), the world of mortals blows sand, a hundred years of rise and fall, who pays? A bamboo leaning against the sun, a bottle of wine and a pool of flowers. Mayflies burn snow in summer. When the stars are silent, there is a sudden stop. If the heart is rippling, the wings are gently brushed, and the smile is negative to the world. (whether it's anger or hatred! I wonder who will pity the world. Who are you beautiful for? )

Beauty in the world, ten miles of red lotus wine, ten miles of hate.

There is a lotus quietly beside the green water. Light blue is blowing in the breeze, and deep red is dancing. Half-open, drunk lying in the Honghuayuan, burning out the shadows and lingering. Phoenix's sword is amazing. Kong Hao bends half a chord, and the ripples worry about smoke. Dimfragrance was in her hand, and the jade pot woke up, and she was angry and weak. Snow covers the chicken feathers, rain hits the cold, where does the wind roll the chicken feathers?

Flower world, Shili Honglian wine, floating life, deep affection, short life.

A flash in the pan, a flash in the pan. Who is drunk? Who is drunk? Who is holding an umbrella and staring at the flute? Eyes flow, and the years suddenly become the past; Recalling the past, the red candle is warm. Mimo, who brought this half-life nirvana? Half a month, a few bottles of sake are empty until the night. Reliving the old dream, the old friend has gone and can't bear to leave, and then it becomes a kind of sadness. The flute is cold, the rain and the wind shine, and people are drunk alone. Let bygones be bygones, but a book is empty. Looking back, the years suddenly became the past.

The floating world is full of beauty.

Drunk face, pour the world, smile into tears. Whose complaint is it in the world of mortals? Han Han reflected her eyes, and it was such a dream. In an instant, after many years, looking back is shattered. I want to meet you for life and death. Violet Xie, do you remember my face? Heavy snow, robes flying. Blade foam blood, cut the flow; Acacia's love is haunted by dreams. Han Han bloomed and danced in the wind all night, which became a lie yesterday. Zhu Shazhi, the eyebrows are still the same, the same as before. Who is missing from the dream? Those lonely shoulders are so haggard. Tossing and turning, regretting. I still remember seeing Phoenix Forest again. It's hard to say it's attachment. Burn bamboo and shake, bow down and sing about whose attachment? Forget the past and seal the old relationship! Buried sword, light feather; Farewell, broken time. The lingering dance is just a memorial, and the tears turn into flames. Love and hate, do not reduce Zhu Yan; Sadness and joy are mixed, and it is difficult to sleep again. The phoenix shadow is swaying, the ten-mile red lotus is colorless, and the geometric memories are like days.

Painted face injury

Next to Yaochi, water freezes first frost, and the two sides confront each other. Charm, moss, melancholy. Huang v. please, phoenix loneliness, phoenix habitat, both sides remember. Love is broken, and finally it becomes an illusion, and the fate is scattered. The figure is incomplete, the dream is full of shadows, and the purple eyes turn thousands of times. Bamboo forest streams, rustling leaves and autumn wind. Wandering in the sky and sinking into the water, I still feel a lotus fragrance. In the clear water, people sang "Lion". Promises, broken troubles and dating are all in the past. Nightmare injury, alone with a piece of paper tender intestine. Mayflies are a flash in the pan, and when they are dead, it is only a moment to rely on them. Only Yifeng, alone with Lotus, walks side by side.

Shi Shang Hua Rong

Soft as the wind, smiling like a flower. Yan Yuerong, the wind is surging. Shili Honglian Yan wine, swallow light willow; Phoenix bamboo forest floating, duckweed fire lotus. The leaves fell yesterday. English autumn is colorful, the leaves are flying, and it is still like a dream (still like a dream). The fragrance is dark and intoxicating, and the breeze is wonderful. Under the yellow porch, the fragrance of lotus leaves came to the nose. Covered with water, in front of thousands of trees in the stream, the world road is glorious and withered. Red-violet, smiling like a flower; Fengzhu, staggered into the air. Ganoderma lucidum is transparent and the shadow disappears; Laugh at the world of mortals and rekindle the bright moon. Drunk flowers, catkins, green and charming; At dusk, candles fall and red-violet withers. Once you have it, it is beautiful in the world. Shililu, red lotus wine. Blown into mud by the wind.

Yihuarong Tartar seiran

(Phoenix bamboo forest, swallow light willow. Shili Honglian, a bottle of wine. ) The phoenix flutters its wings, desires nirvana and dances among bamboos. Rouge breaks Zhu Yan, rain beats red lotus. The cold pool is empty, which is the most pitiful. Lonely and sleepless, accompanied by blue light. Wind chime sword, waving away resentment; Yu Di tube, Song "people scattered. I'm sorry, I'm drunk, and I met you late. Broken soul, far from the other shore. Endless sighs flow like water; On the edge of Zhong Qing, reincarnation is unwilling. A bottle of wine will make you feel drunk if you drink it. The saddest expression in the world is no expression. He told the story of "Ephemera" without expression, which was a flash in the pan. ) On the west side of Yaochi, the neck touches and the eyebrows are slightly bent. Purple eyes are drunk. Jiangshan has long been dyed by acacia, and a dream of spring is in a trance. The bamboo curtain separates the swallows, and the incense is idling. What is love, old marriage; See now, relatively speechless. Red-violet residue, carefree sadness, tears dry. After sunset, prosperity has become smoke. Water cloud sword, breeze smile; Looking back, this life will not change. Love is shallow, drinking twilight alone is slightly cold, and I only want to meet Meng Juan. Endless sighs flow like water; On the edge of Zhong Qing, reincarnation is unwilling. A bottle of wine will make you feel drunk if you drink it. I don't know who cares about the world and who studies the beauty of the moon. With him, you will have a beautiful world. )

Yue re Hua Rong

Accompanied by moonlight and dusk, I hooked the green soul and remembered the lingering hand of the Millennium. Clothes Qi Fei, words knotted. After Zhu Dianmei left, Feng leaned against her waist. Phoenix bamboos sway, and their shadows are long and oblique. Buried in a mass grave, the light and shadow overlap vertically, and the young man is stunned, and the spirit sword is sleepless. Dust went to Hazama jade, and the shadow of Bamboo House disappeared. I saw white clothes fluttering, dreams shattered, and the setting sun in Qian Shan was far away. The night of folding lotus leaves is full of purple eyes, while others are careless, so Yan Lin Xue. Yaoxue ganoderma lucidum, cold lotus. Eyes like silk, burning feathers, saying goodbye to each other. Honghuayuan, leaning against the moon. Say goodbye to the sky and wash away the horizon without saying a word. Light gauze rolls up the corner curtain, which is very magical. Just chatting, rolling your eyes and getting drunk. Warm fog sends waterfalls hanging, ripples rippling, and the red dust shines on the frosty moon. With a flick of a finger, a round of smoke, a bottle of wine, and ten miles of red lotus. Stars in mountains and seas, resentment in rivers and lakes. Dream clearly, speak alone, and splash your face. The beauty of the moon is accompanied by the world.

Zui Hua Rong

I'm lost, confused and sad. Like dew cold, bamboo umbrella, look at each other. Flowers bloom, the breeze passes, tea and cigarettes rise, and ten miles of lotus flowers shake. Old dreams are wasted, shallow songs are sad and hesitant. Between the bamboo forests, the dark clouds are thin, and Xiao Yue is full of acacia strings. Lonely lamp companion, dancing in white. The top of the snowy mountain is the sword of the dead, but the smile is silent. Drunk, no regrets. May you be drunk for a thousand years, and may your sword pity you. Dance heavy lotus, Phoenix Pan Nie. Between the bamboo forests, the dark clouds are thin, and Xiao Yue is full of acacia strings. Dancing alone. The top of the snowy mountain is the sword of the dead, but the smile is silent. Drunk and ashamed, no regrets. Cold dreams and heavy nightmares make it difficult for people to go to the moon. Between the eyebrows and eyes, the beauty is distinct. Picking up autumn leaves, breaking autumn lotus, mottled fate? Jade fingertips, the world of mortals has been annihilated. The bamboo porch only reflects the cold glass of wine, and the clouds tell the pain. Looking at the fence, I am not disappointed. The rivers and lakes are far away, the sunset is near and the horizon is boundless. The evening breeze dispersed and the stars came out. The sound of rustling is chaotic, the sky is like blood, and I am worried that birds will fly around. Take this sword, Nagano, Ryutsuki. Drunk face, drunk face

Drunken beauty

Lotus is empty and lonely, and phoenix dance is not as young as spring breeze. As drunk as a fiddler, Utpar's eyes are charming. What do you think of Qu Di? "Hibiscus" is beautiful. Yao Xue has gone through troubled times for three thousand years, and the jade butterfly has left its sword. The phoenix bamboo forest locks up the smoke, and suddenly the old memories are like passing clouds. Autumn water, playing sword songs for 10 thousand times; The wound bled and buried the withered face. Once the marriage of one hundred generations dies, the sky, the moon and the epiphyllum are hard to hold. Golden statue, colored wine, flying snow all over the world, feather withered, snow cold jade proud of the top of the mountain. Autumn water, playing sword songs for 10 thousand times; The sun is bleeding and the face is buried. The purple shadow dances in the sky, and the life and death rob the ephemera in the Luochang. Liu Di can't swallow enough snow. The world of mortals is helpless, and Mozi is speechless in his dream. The night rain in the small building blew down the apricot curtain, and the face of water made me reluctant to leave. Phoenix Nirvana Bath Fire heavy lotus, Phoenix Bamboo Forest Lock Lan Yan. Suddenly, the memories of the old days are just like those of the past, and I am empty and lonely. The phoenix dance is not as young as the spring breeze, and it is drunk to the sky. Utpala's eyes are charming. What do you think of Qu Di? On the moon, the fire blew out the kite.

Huangqu canal

The moon is full of smoke and wind, the water is full of hibiscus, and the Yaochi has no makeup. Leaning against the railing, the dawn is getting longer and longer, and the worry is that I can't come back to sleep. Tender as water, dancing full house. The song is empty, the promise is floating, and this feeling is full of resentment. Miss yesterday, love and hate in a hurry. Acacia can't be met, and there is nowhere to meet. Turn your eyes to be empty, laugh and sigh, and idle old dreams. Who made this dream? Who made this dream? Who made this dream? It's rainy in autumn, people go to the empty building, and new bamboo shoots become phoenix bamboo again. After many years, the sky is lonely, and there is no peach blossom to laugh at the spring breeze. Tears are endless, wine is cold and swaying. Where can I find your trace? Who will take Wan Li Road? Who will take Wan Li Road? Miss yesterday, get together in a hurry. I still remember that residual red, engraved in my heart. When you look back, you will reappear your dream and meet in it. This dream is only with you! This dream is only with you! This dream is only with you!

Shi Li hong Lian alcohol and tobacco

Flowers become fragments, sad and gloomy. The posture remains the same. Who are you laughing for? First frost coagulation, "Lion" hatred, but safflower hospital residual? Things have changed, feelings have broken down, and flashy drunkenness remains. The setting sun is deep red, the wind is light and the smoke is warm. The cold fog lost the phoenix chaos, and the dream vanished. Bamboo Yu Di, the flute is far away; Acacia tears, tears like rain. Seeing the end of the world, people can't see it, but there is no solution. Suddenly looking back, I saw fire, heavy rain and heavy snow. I just heard that Huang went to Lotus, and I was heartbroken and broke off my feelings. Wu Ye's feathers are flying, staring at cinnabar's forehead. Where can I find the peach blossom on my face? I'm covered in dust. The world is boundless, and the old and the new are in a dilemma. The first quarter moon is broken, and the sorrow is long. Birds fly, feathers scatter, and flowers never die. How can people be separated when their feelings are constant and their hearts are chaotic? Green willows dance irregularly and fly in disorder. Spring is like a wing, which is gone forever. Wine eliminates sorrow and is carefree; Heartbreaking, inch by inch. I don't know how to meet again, but my feelings are not broken, leaving only a silhouette illusion.

There is a fire on the moon (this is the lyrics of the song after the radio play on the moon)

Toyoko: Many years later, when I recall all this, I suddenly feel. These legendary stories, which seem to be decorated with gold powder, these love-hate relationships, and those all over the mountains, are just based on wine. Ten years of pain, but laugh it off. Love, infatuation, fate or sin. Who can understand all this? ) Singing in the middle of the night, Han Han is disabled. Who will have love? It's wonderful to meet under the moon. Drunk drunk, the picture will be displayed. If we meet, we will complain for nothing. I missed it if I didn't see it. Destiny takes a hand, negative weak water 3 thousand. If you live up to your husband, your hair will become beautiful. See you in Luoyang. The moonlight is quiet and bright, and the vows are empty. Home for the aged, stealing from the east wind. Redial thirteen strings, pipa flick. Things are different, and flowers are beautiful for whom. Looking up at the starry fields, it is difficult for second time around. Dream pool turns into a romantic place, turning evil into cocoon. Ride and whip again. See you later. Stop, parting lingering. In the middle of the month, feelings are deep and shallow. In an instant, who wants to live? Why * * *, holding hands to ask Huanian. Sakura was reluctant to part at the beginning. Speaking of business, the phoenix blew away. There is no chord between the strings, and it is not yesterday that demands today. Rivers and lakes are full of rain, and the past is like a song. Love is engraved to form a concentric lock. Hate entanglements and watch the world of mortals. Stunned, who is more emotional? Who got lost in the confusion? The whole city is beautiful, and it will be a bonfire all its life. Holding hands and asking, I am persistent. Lighting a lamp is the wrong fate for me. Return to the pavilion at night and look back at the Milky Way. Phoenix carved mottled window jade bracelet. The clouds are light and the wind is light, and a promise is as good as a promise. Cherry blossoms are burning and the stars are weak. Outline and re-describe, life and death are broad. Looking back, the ruler turned into jade. * * * Whitehead, working hand in hand. Overturning, this Wan Li amorous feelings. But don't forget, always remember this legend.