2, wait for a person, wait for three or four rounds.
3, lying in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream.
4, who should rob who, who became who's obsession.
5. Whose fingers are flowing with your implicit beauty?
6, the breeze caresses the strings drunk, rustling, chilling.
7, who should rob who, who became who's obsession.
8. I just feel that looking back reminds me of your dynasty and dusk.
9, heaven, heaven, heaven fell, I am waiting for the battle.
10, use my Sansheng fireworks to replace your lifelong confusion.
1 1, the wild vines are lingering, the sun is setting, and the city is empty.
12, people laugh at me too crazy, I can't tell when I laugh at others.
13, who asks the Lord about ups and downs on the vast earth? Just me, Lord.
14, the flowers are gone, but the people are not; Love is still there, and fate is hard to continue.
15, the wind blew through the treetops and broke the petals, which became the remnants of the season.
16, you have a tiger in your heart, smelling the roses. After the feast, I was in tears.
17, I just woke up and sat in front of the flowers. When I was drunk, I got angry.
18, three glasses of muddy wine, a few words. When will you go home and laugh with her?
19, if God abandons me, he can also bully me. If the world abandoned me, the world should be killed.
20, bald * * * is always alone in the shadow, why should I dislike you.
2 1, no matter how quiet and boundless, those figures will never be forgotten.
22, look at the cherry blossoms in the sky, sadness is circulating, but it can't hide the mottled time.
23. Where are the rustle of flowers and the flute on the shoulders, and where are the smoke and the sound of the cold window?
24, this feeling is just fireworks, love to leave the wine, pour a thousand cups, pour Zhu Yan to sleep.
If the whole world betrays you, I will stand behind you and betray the whole world.
26. When you are drunk, you know that the wine is strong. When you wake up, you know that the dream is empty. It turns out that it is also a kind of pain to see withered flowers.
27, the fog dispersed, woke up, I finally saw the truth, that is Qian Fan's silence.
28. One flower and one world, one leaf and one pursuit. A song and a sigh, a person's life.
29. When autumn goes and spring comes, who cherishes Qu Yuan's wind and lotus flowers, Shao Shou, but a glimpse of life.
30. If you get your wish one day, don't forget to give me a HongLing.
3 1, the solemnity of moonlight, the soul of music, everything is just an illusion, fleeting.
32. The flower in the dream is gone, and this feeling is not over yet. This meaning is unforgettable. Although the string is broken, the song is still young.
33. Look at the flowers in the fog, who is old and so on. Looking at the moon from the balcony, there is no end to time.
34. The flowers are like a dream, falling all over the sky, dancing sadness and the most beautiful scenery along the sky.
35, morning and evening, why talk about sex, spend the day wearing a small window, the destroyer Xuefeng sprinkles rain and willows, and people sing early and late.
36, drunk and cherish Huayin, want to ask where the dream is, at the peak, talk about this life, temporarily reverse.
37. Life and death are broken. Why did you go back to hell? The dead are just like the dead, just wandering in a foreign land.
38, a flowing water, a flower on the other side, fleeting time scattered at the fingertips, a broken shadow, a wind flower, shallow singing.
39, the vast land is broken, where is the prosperity? Leaning against the clouds hides loneliness, even if others laugh at me.
40. Prosperity is everywhere. Find an uninhabited valley, build a wooden house, pave a bluestone path, and feel at ease with your morning bells and drums.
4 1, where there is a will, there is a way. Go ahead. Hard-working people, there are unexpected events in the sky, and more than 3,000 armor can swallow Wu!
42. I want this day, I can't cover my eyes; I want this place, but I can't hide my heart; My heart; I want these beings to understand what I mean; I want those Buddha statues. They're all gone.
43. Los Angeles is silent, the pen is broken, the dance is strange, the quicksand flies, Qinhuai flies to mourn, the ink is warm in Ike, the moon is bright in Qin, and it moves over the female wall and plays new music in Cangyang Jiacuo. The window blew all night and the waning moon set, the shadow pointed to the urban war, the gorgeous dream collapsed on the ground, touching the pain you left behind, and the corner of your eye was unconsciously soaked with tears.
44, Xuan paper dyed ink, Hanlin thesaurus, holding brocade like a dream, expressing acacia ink, calligraphy lingering. The dense Yuan Qu of Han Fu, a farewell song, was stained with Tang Shining's words. The late last romance wrote a gorgeous farewell, and he was displaced and painful by his pillow, sleeping in that life, sad soul and sad voice. Pointing to flowers, rain butterflies, wind and smoke in dreams, and unique Sanskrit.
45, alone in the balcony, tears streaming down your face, love Iraq alone on Tanabata, not asking you to grow old together, but asking you not to leave for life, which is easy to hurt your health; Wine gets drunk easily. Sese tears, sweet smile. It's just a Chinese Valentine's Day. Floating for a moment, forgetting a season. Empty memories disturbed the silence. The smile disappeared and I was lonely. Think about the years in China, and suddenly it's like a dream. Like running water, never look back. Don't leave crying, don't tell the last battle.
46. I spent all my youth, but I couldn't get out of the long rainy season. I sang all the way, looked back, looked back, and burst into tears. Turn my heart into a dewdrop, perch on the broad leaves in my dream, sleep deeply, wait for the dawn of the afterlife, and gently wake me up. Then, in this life, can I let the dust settle, return my childlike heart to the moon, be as warm as jade, and let my eyes flow, just like seeing Yingying at first sight?
47, don't use sadness to discredit sadness, don't use tears to commemorate tears. Laugh happily; After disasters and years of vicissitudes, we still have to work hard and be strong. That rain, once barren fields, barren eaves, barren memories of love. Never return to the original tenderness, only ridicule floating in the wind. After reading this song, people have broken up and things have changed. They lamented the splendor of their lives, but they could not resist tenderness.
48, want to be together, it is difficult to meet, worrying every day; Love is short-lived, hate is long-lasting, and dimly lit people hesitate; When I was in Qian Shan, I was involved in thousands of waters and my face was covered with tears. Spring blossoms, autumn leaves fall, leaving a lingering fragrance after prosperity; Looking at the sky and sighing at the bright moon, I have only sadness; Spirits, ecstasy, Luo shirt and light sleeve dance; Thinking of autumn water and thinking of Iraqis is close at hand, comparable to Yuanyang; The love of past lives, the debt of this life, the dream of reincarnation of the world of mortals.
49. The world of mortals is duckweed drifting in a stream and entangled in the world of mortals. The Iraqis refused to resign in green for a long time, only waiting for the late resentment, only for mountains and water; Love just smiles at you, just like beauty. I don't know where you are. On the willow branches of the moon, who did you meet after dusk? This intoxicating dream intoxicated the beauty, drank like a song, and entered the city with a smile; If you are willing to come, Iraqis will dance hellip for you.