1. Despicableness is the passport of the despicable, and nobility is the epitaph of the noble - Bei Dao's "Answer"

2. When you stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, you are looking at the scenery. People are watching you upstairs. The bright moon decorates your windows, and you decorate other people's dreams. ——Bian Zhilin's "Fragment of Chapter"

3. "The night gave me black eyes, but I use them to find light." ——Gu Cheng's "A Generation"

4. All the endings have been written, and all the tears have begun. But suddenly I forgot how it started, in that ancient summer that will never come back - "Youth" by Xi Murong

5. With tears in my eyes, I read it again and again. But I have to admit that youth is a book that is too hasty - "Youth" by Xi Murong

6. Don't refuse to say that beautiful oath just because it may change, and don't refuse to say that beautiful oath just because you may be separated. I dare not ask for a heart-to-heart encounter. ——Xi Murong's "Seal"

7. How to let you meet me, at my most beautiful moment, I have been praying for this in front of the Buddha for five hundred years, begging him to let us form a mortal relationship. ——Xi Murong "A Blossoming Tree"

8. The song of hometown is a clear and distant flute, which always sounds on moonlit nights; but the appearance of hometown is a kind of vague melancholy, as if Waving goodbye in the fog - Xi Murong

9. If I love you - I will never be like a climbing flower, showing off myself on your high branches; if I love you - I will never imitate an infatuated bird Son, repeat the simple song for the green shade - "To the Oak Tree" by Shu Ting

10. If you are not afraid of the ends of the world, how can you live day and night. You are on my voyage and I am in your sight. ——Shu Ting's "Brig"

11. Rather than displaying on the cliff for a thousand years, it is better to cry on the shoulder of your lover for one night. ——Shu Ting's "Goddess Peak"

12. My dada's horseshoes are beautiful mistakes: I am not a returnee, but a passerby... ——Zheng Chouyu's "Mistakes"

13. This time I left you, it was wind, rain, and night; you smiled, I waved my hand, and a lonely road spread to both ends. ——Zheng Chouyu's "Fu Farewell"