2. Fire-dyed Maple Forest, song month, Qionghu, the first floor of Long song. Every year, before and after the flowers, a statue of mellow wine. Water falls red-violet, only jade Qing heard it, but the situation is still the same.

3. Have you always been like this, quietly staring at the sunset and the sadness of homelessness?

4, you can also quietly drink tea and crush this scene, bustling fireworks.

5, dark clouds cover the moon, people have nowhere to find, you can't tell how lonely you are.

6. I am on the other side of the river and have returned to watch. There is no hope of returning.

7. Who forgot first that dumping the country is the old country? I refuse to play. Shadows are amazing.

8. Always born in a casual year. Look back at the other side. Even if it is found that the situation is longer.

9. There used to be a singing building with dancing sleeves on it at night.

10 I began to miss the bleak years I held in my hand and the splendid rivers and lakes. -And those who have loved and hated.

1 1, as beautiful as flowers and jade, time flies, you can go back to the past, but you can't go back to the beginning.

12, I always hide in the depths of dreams and seasons, listening to flowers and nights singing nightmares, singing prosperity and singing all the memories.

13, the paper is a little worn and fuzzy. But every sketch, every trace, seems to record the yearning that spans thousands of years.

14, I always wonder if my memory lives at the other end of the bar and my annual rings die at this end of the bar.

15, the fog cleared, I woke up, and I finally saw the truth, which was Qian Fan's silence.

16, the vast land is broken with one sword. Where is the prosperity? Leaning against the clouds hides loneliness, even if others laugh at me.

17, turn around, a ray of Leng Xiang is far away, and the snow is deep and smiling. Will you fight me in the afterlife?

18, the solemnity of moonlight, the soul of music, everything is just an illusion, fleeting.

19, no matter how lonely, those figures will never be forgotten.

20. When I went to Qiu Lai in the spring, the flowers fell and everyone died.

2 1, listen to the string and break 3 thousand infatuation. Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips.

22. How many beauties have been lost, how many pieces of acacia have been broken, and only the blood-stained ink is crying.

23, this time I leave you, it is wind, rain, night; You smiled, I waved, and a lonely road spread to both ends.

24. Life is like a blink of an eye and suddenly. However, I have lived a long time, but I can remember what you said.

25, a flower and a world, a leaf and a pursuit. A song and a sigh, a person's life.

26. Who finally broke the string and the flower fell on the shoulder, blurred.

27. Lights and stars, sounds and songs are endless.

28, still water flows deeply, and songs are sung; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy.

29. There are trees and branches on the mountain. I wonder if you are happy.