Bottle of abuse jokes, the more the better.

# Bottle Evil # A broken scroll may meet fate. The ancient knife cries, and the sunset dives with you. Looking back at this moment, just for the moment when eyes met. Kirin hissed, roared to the sky, left her sorrow, and said what she felt. The back passed away and turned into fine sand in the eyes, vowing for ten years. Passing through bronze doors, he was very sad. Who, whose robbery, reincarnation, life and death, vicissitudes of life, old years, years fly, yellowed photo paper engraved with immortal myths.

# Bottle Evil # Farewell to Changbai, Wu Xie returned to the small antique shop, reading in the morning, taking a nap in the afternoon and taking a walk in the evening, which was very leisurely. It's just that I always sleep less at night and always dream about that person over and over again. I first met him, fought underground, traveled all over the country, and finally separated from the ends of the earth ... Wu Xie later read a poem and turned to a page, tears dripping into shocking tears. This is a sentence "above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the person he was looking for in either place."

# Bottle Evil # The first young man was lovesick in bronze doors. The next year, the clothes were old and restless. In the third year, Black Gold began to bleed on his lips. In the fourth year, Kirin devoured memories like ink. In the fifth year, innocent pain raged everywhere. In the sixth year, I vowed not to listen to orders and not to forget my innocence. In the seventh year, Tomb-Sweeping Day was always quiet. In the eighth year, the slate was covered with moss. In the ninth year, it snowed heavily and my eyes were cold. In the tenth year, I went down the mountain and took the West Lake. In the eleventh year, the drunken dream in front of the grave followed the sunset.