Pay attention everywhere, and you will know when you are tired of flying. After death, * * * will become a bone hand in hand.
Buried in Nanshan, I will never leave. 1, when the dust settles, who will cover his hands and pour out the world? Who won the beauty and traveled around the world with her? 2. Thank you for watching the fire from the other side of the bank and not saving me and letting me miss it.
3, illusory, once met, will never forget. What's wrong with leaving a smile when you don't know your host?
4, full of absurd words, a bitter tear. Dou Yun's author is crazy, who can understand the taste?
5, the breeze is still, Qin Xiao Suyun. Learn to chant words with ink, and dance with pen and ink.
The origin of ups and downs, gathering and dispersion. Today, there are thousands of chapters and tens of thousands of words, which are sad and hurt.
Every word is as cold as ice. Just because the fate of dust is like a dream, the mirror is full of flowers, leaving only a few pages on today's plain notes, indifferent to flowers.
Perhaps, a thousand years later, in a dusty wind, there is only one woman singing clearly in the wind. 6, the song of the emperor, the moon, the dance of scorpions, the sun, the moon, Chang' an.
The old love story is the warmest short sentence. 7. listen to the string and break three thousand infatuations. Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled.
If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips. 8. Looking back, the smell of dust has fallen, and it sounds strange to sing.
9. He opened a phoenix flower in the corner of his lips, and only touched the cinnabar on his forehead, and she regained that prosperity. 10, it's easy to ask for priceless treasure, and it's rare to have a love story, maybe you just don't understand: it won't hurt.
1 1, the original intention of reading is Yuanyuan. 12, spring water soup, endless time, soft catkins, flowing water flying.
13, colorful and flashy, but the situation has to be like this. 14, life is made by oneself, and everything in the world is transformed.
The heart does not move, everything does not move, the heart does not change, and everything does not change. Acacia wants to write acacia, and acacia tears write acacia words.
Between the eyebrows, who sent this feeling? 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.
There are trees on the mountain and branches on the tree. My heart likes you. You don't know that. Just because I think, when I look back on you, I miss your dynasty and dusk.
An oil-paper umbrella, some lovesick tears. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
There is a kind of beauty that you can't forget when you see it. I haven't seen you for a day, and I want to be crazy. When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick for a long time and lovesick for a short time.
If the road dust is raised and the cement is muddy, when can we meet in harmony? Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same. After birth, there will be no acacia, only acacia, and then acacia.