1, books of the third century, the enchanting years of many dancers, Rouge House and Jun Mu. Three lives, the heart is negative. Empty sweep Diane eyebrows tight knit, painted face geometry withered. Life and death, dreams and dances.

2, a lifetime, a lifetime; Two reincarnation, finally, in exchange for happiness with you. Therefore, looking forward to the rest of my life, I can have a dull companion, which is joy. All I want is simply leaning against the building to listen to the wind and rain, just overlooking the ordinary roads in the rivers and lakes, just laughing at the calm of the misty rain. For you, painting the land as a prison and guarding a nostalgic attachment alone.

3. Write a fleeting time, burn paper and smell ink, pour wine and get drunk with the sunset; The west wind is cool, two scattered, the world of mortals gathers, and it is lonely. Cang Xie, looking at the sky in the evening; Under the tree in front of the case, pour a lifetime of glory.

4. Who can say that a lifetime of love is long, and who can say that two hearts will never forget; Who can say that three students are accompanied, who can say and heaven remains our neighbourhood; Who can say that love lasts forever, and who can say that love lasts forever? Whose story is long, who feels sorry for whom; Who falls in love for whom, who breaks the liver and intestines for whom; Who cares about whom, who watches for whom.

5. Full of clever smiles, holding a happy life, managing a quiet, pure, fresh and gentle life in the plain, sprinkling the ink brewed in the season, drawing vivid colors and treating it peacefully.

6. I can't see through the acacia in my eyes. The ancient road in this world is hard to tie, and love and hate are hard to round. On this shore, ice and snow are entangled, and the process of tears has weathered for thousands of years. Looking back, the tenderness of this eye sticks to the most fragile place in my heart, such as lights and weaving. Think about the world of mortals, eyes are too seamless, love is long, hate is long. However, when the east wind blows overnight, people are thinner than yellow flowers.

7. When is the evening? Who stole the music? Oh, it turned out to be male and female servants, but they have been drunk for three generations.

8. Under the acacia tree, a song buries flowers, one season is pink and green, one season is prosperous and prosperous, and this life is a mistake.

9. Acacia turns to ash, Acacia turns to ash. Song, thousands of pieces can't be blown, and acacia begins day and night. And of even this bright flame of love, shall there be only ashes?, an inch of ash is hard to understand.

10, the flowers bloom only for butterfly love, and the patches are red and black. The past is like a dream, and the memory of life locks the window.