Wisdom is bound to hurt people, love is not long, strength is humiliating, and modesty is as soft as jade.

He is forced by him, and the breeze blows the hills; He let him pass, and the bright moon shone on the river.

I didn't know what I was doing. I was crazy about it. I hated it. I didn't know what to do. I died with a smile.

Beauty is old and instantly young. She was reluctant to part with her homesickness and was forgotten in the Jianghu. ..

You see, these white clouds have gathered and scattered, scattered and gathered, and life is intermittent.

Aru is Aru. All countries have only one Arjun, which has been passed down from generation to generation.

As long as there are people, there are grievances, there are rivers and lakes, and people are rivers and lakes.

Life is alive, if you go to the morning dew. Why grieve for me when the soul returns?

Burn my mutilated body, burn a flame, live in He Huan, why bother to die? For good and evil, only light is the reason. Both joy and sorrow return to dust. Pity me, I have a lot on my mind.