A gentleman thinks of old people. I'm a thousand years old.

There are trees in the mountains and branches in the trees. I like you, but I don't know.

Holding a few rolls of light and shadow, reading the song of floating life away from mulberry.

When the flowers should be folded, we should fold them quickly, and don't wait for the flowers to wither before folding one.

I used to stand out from the crowd and cut the sky with a knife.

If you have a miserable life, I will laugh wildly.

A thousand cups of turbid wine leave the song and laugh, and the laughter is still in tears.

Waiting to change, my heart is old, but my heart has changed.

If the skin is coagulated, the face will be radiant and the smile will be like a thousand flowers.

Dry sand can't annihilate Fanghua, see who is on the side of the world.

I thought that joining hands with you in the end was just my acacia.

The rain is cold and smoky, the wind is light and cloudy, and the fog is hazy.

Eyebrows and eyes are half covered with rouge buttons, and silks and satins fly in the wind.

Childhood friends are separated from each other, who will remember the flowers before and after the month?

I will enclose a city for you with the most beautiful golden glass, and then we will go upstairs together.

Let bygones be bygones. Flowers bloom on the other side, but we can't see each other.

The dim candlelight shakes, who hesitates under the big red veil?

I left this hair only to record the long years with you.

In this ancient dream, life is like a play, who else will appear?

A few people shed tears, and a few people spoke. The white shadow is desolate, but far away.

I dreamed that someone painted a picture of a landscape family.

Your sunset, my face, whose third year?

Smile, forget half your troubles, smile, look, I want to know how many flowers are broken in the fog.

Endure the superficial singing?

Looking back, the once sea has long been changed.

A stranger smashed the dust at the end of the road. The prospect of resentment blooms on the other side.

Pick up the pen and wave down the years of thick gray and yellow dyeing. The whole city is smiling.

Who and who abandon who forget who waits who loves who is who.

Who will cover up the glitz of my life twice? Who will dye me for a long time?

Tears for you? I have no regrets.

I languish for you and look forward to your return day and night.

If there is no monarch, every day will be very sad.

The sunset glow in Yang Leng is rustling, and a pipa breaks people's intestines.

The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.

Who can complain about loneliness? Foreword is always faint.

Looking back, I can only recall that I have left.

Memories, a piece of breeze; Injury, in a word, is a thin cold.

It's nothing to think about things by leaning on the screen, just thinking about words.

A piece of grief, endless grievances.

The song is not finished, people are scattered, the wine is not drunk, and the heart is broken.

People in the past were different. They forgot and dreamed of the past.

Flowers remain the same, leaving only half a love song.

If flowers cherish each other, they will never leave.

Farewell to North City, Looking Back, Amber, West City Tactics, Turning to Life, Glazed White.

The city is full of homesickness and tears, and the snow is dyed with age.

How can a teenager be trapped by love, and a pot of wine is drunk. Three feet Qingfeng laughs at the sun and the moon, and the dream is over.

I'm just sad that I can't grow old with you and never have a chance to see your smile again.

The vast land is broken with a sword, and the prosperity is gone. Leaning against the clouds hides loneliness, even if others laugh at me.

Bodhi has no trees, and the mirror is not a stage. There is nothing, so where is the dust?

When you and I met and looked at each other, I was thinking, how did you and I make a previous life agreement?

I stand in the bustling 3,000 rooms, waiting for your promise to return.

The first sight is the end, don't regret it, don't cry. Only by maintaining the amazing heart of love at first sight can we endure loneliness until death do us part.

Looking back 500 times in previous lives for a pass in this life?

Who said the tone of the plug was too sad? Don't like it because there is no desire for you in the song?

At that moment, I raised my horse not to beg for happiness but to wait for your arrival; ?

On that day, I closed my eyes and suddenly heard the true words in your Ode to Scripture in the fragrant fog of the temple.

Think about it, think about it, how can you not think about it?

Ten years' journey and ten years' heart.

I can't see through it. The time is wrong. As gloomy as the years. This month's night. In the dream, hibiscus blooms. A wounded song. Eventually fell. Only desolation is left.