1. You are happy when you win, and you are calm when you lose. "Phoenix Prisoner"

2. In that life, you were a butterfly and I was a fallen flower. The flower's heart was broken, and the butterfly's wings were far away. Regardless of high or low, regardless of glitz, three thousand hairs and a lifetime of care. "Would you like to save me in the next life?" 》

3. The sound is low and serene, a song of mourning. Don't sigh at the festival, hesitate at every step. The wind is light and the clouds are light, and the flowers are falling to the heart. The only thing left is helplessness, lovesickness condensed into frost. It's also a dimly lit place, where ruthless people hurt others and sentimental people hurt themselves. A beauty falls in love with someone wrong, listening to the snow falling one after another, passing each other by strangers, and crying like rain. At dusk in the East Pavilion, watch the sunset.

4. At that time, I was young, wearing thin spring clothes, riding a horse and leaning on a leaning bridge, with red sleeves and red sleeves all over the building. ——Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva Barbarian"

5. Looking at thousands of mountains in the wind and wind of the world, what do you think of? Zong, the rivers and lakes are at war with each other, what does it have to do with you? Even if your hair is tied up and shaved, you will be in peace and tranquility, and you will be at peace. Zong, the green lantern knocks through the wall of the ancient temple, but you remain unchanged.

6. It’s late at night, the moon is light, people are lonely, but it’s sad; the most unforgettable thing is that the beauty is gone, leaving a glass of wine to get drunk

7. I wish I could have a moment of youth, and the trees will be full of fragrance. magnificent. ——Ye Gu Kai's "Dream of Youth"

8. Ten years of life and death are vast, without thinking, unforgettable, thousands of miles away, lonely tomb, nowhere to say desolation. ——Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi"

9. Love is like ink smoke and blue flowers, so why fear the spring blossoms in an instant. ——Junzi Yize's "Nai He"

10. When flowers bloom, they remember spring, and when flowers fall, they remember autumn. The passage of time has long been forgotten. At the end of the song, people dispersed, flowers also bowed their heads, and the old faces of the old people were left behind.

——Junzi Yize's "Naihe"