White cats respect jokes.

Long-term bleeding hasn't finished. That's his way of taking you home.

I'm sorry, and I don't complain.

I don't know how to cross others and how to cross myself.

In this life, these two students. The fate of a gentleman is deep, but the fate of a gentleman is shallow. This is all fate.

Ink burns ink, ink is dark, and it burns out. He has been looking for light all his life, but he can't escape from darkness.

A person who is willing to exchange two thousand gold for you is desire.

A person who is willing to exchange a bright future for you is love.

And a person is willing to wait for you for twenty years, the most suitable time for you.

And don't say a word, don't ask for a return, don't ask for a result. That's stupid.

He doesn't believe in love, don't believe in pity, and don't want to pursue anything.

He went through all kinds of hardships, bit open the cocoon and stumbled out, but no one was waiting for him outside. What should he do?

Although he likes burning ink, this person is too young, too far away and too provocative. Chunningning doesn't want to get close, for fear that she will be burned to ashes by such a flame one day.

So, all the retreat he could take, he retired.

He doesn't know what he did wrong.

As a result, he only had a little wishful thinking, but he was drowned by the cold rain that was enough to cover the sky.

"Return the favor, don't seek revenge."

"read good, don't save evil."

"The plum blossoms on the hillside are blooming brightly. Can you pick one for me? "

Winter plum lies in the snow, summer lotus listens to the rain, and he walks alone, from Wanmu Chunsheng to Frost Forest.

The official history is neat and the spectrum is heroic.

But I just want to be with you, whether it's lying in the biography of a tyrant or rotting in the list of murderers, it's good.

I don't want future generations to regard me as a god when they mention us.

Call you a ghost. I don't want the rest of the book to reach this paragraph, where you and I turn against each other and master and apprentice become enemies.

If I can't avenge you,

Ink burning, ink raining, stepping on the fairy king.

I am willing to be reviled by the world with you.

Hell is too cold, ink burns, and I will die for you.

The world is fine. Good evening. I don't want you to die for me.

He loved someone deeply in his previous life.

Then the man donated his life and he went to hell.

In this life, there is another person who loves him.

Later, this man gave his life and crossed him back to the earth.

Snow Wolf is beautiful, but the world is ugly.

A trip to Jinchi.

When I came, I was angry. Zhong Yong was injured when he left.

For fifteen years, Meng Xue has been a favored son of heaven.

The scenery is infinite and high-spirited.

Then one day, Zhu Lou collapsed.

From then on, he will spend a long life to forget the sharpness of these fifteen years.

The wind is blowing, and the red begonia and yellow begonia are melodious. Children live in harmony in the distance, which makes people worry about their parents.

It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan, and it's unpredictable. Chu Xun's life is shallow and he can't do his bit. He wants you to be more precious and important. ...

What do you want now? "

"I want to repay you ... don't hold grudges ..."

"What do you want?"

"I died at the hands of my master."

Good night, Mohan. It's a long night, but I'll stay with you. May you have a good dream, fire, lights and home.

What is this? In vain? In vain?

Chuning searched in confusion in his mind, as if he were busy looking for a suit of armor, and picking up the worst words first to avoid being bullied too badly.

Worthless?

Ink burning still didn't speak, and the word was soaked between his lips and teeth.

Yeah, it's worthless.

Chuning believes that there is no more chilling word.

He calmed down.

Until he heard the ink burning said quietly:

? "Dong Shi is effective."

When I visited my old friend under the bright moon, the snuff man's face turned red.

Feng Chu once crowed at dawn, and the mountains and rivers were clear and flat.

You can't drink in the corner, and you'll meet your brother in the next year.

Why should life be accompanied all the time, and send the east wind with acacia.

I worship my old friend as a ghost, and I can only be happy if I am drunk.

The total horn hides under the osmanthus tree, drinking noodles and bad temples.

The sky were to fall and my dreams were gone, leaving me with tears in my eyes.

I would like to present Yu Shou and the Duke of Zhou, and allow you to return home with wine.

At sunset, people smell tea, rice, oil and salt.

Young people should have no worries, and the north wind blows snow and grows old together.

I don't know, does Wushan guest count as hitting people?

Sauvignon Blanc breaks Yang Liuzhi.

At three or two o'clock in the pool, the strings on the shore ring once or twice.

It is best to be young, to be quick, and to see all the flowers in the world.

It was already a stagnant water, but I didn't expect the cold night on March 9 to be full of spring.

Unless God favors the grass in the valley, I'm afraid the world will be chilly.

There is no snow in the clear night, and I grow.

I don't want to succeed, but I want people to be like that.

Besides your three feet of snow, who else in the world is worthy of white?

The curtain reed in the west building is numerous and thin, and the spring breeze reaches Qiantang overnight.

The moon is white and the wind is clear, when I first met you.

Bi Ye Zhu Qiao happened in those days, but you never came back year after year.

There was a man in Linyi who died of twenty hearts.

Greed, resentment, murder, prostitution and robbery are seven things that I can't do as a Confucian and a gentleman.

Seventy cities, and none of them are men.

Wake up to watch the light rain, and the mountains and rivers are still as gentle as before.

With the ups and downs of your life, life and death, I watched two or three tears and cheered all over the house.

Lonely Wushan Temple, wandering for no reason.

Hit three feet, but you can't find one foot.

When you see a word like hoo, show the letters and relax.

There is a clear past that is enough to comfort my life.

Who knows that the rotten dust and mud in front of the steps was in mid-April.

The wind is weak, spring is coming, and the clothes are cold and dancing.

Fighting swords produces red dust, shaking sleeves and falling snow.

If you are not as cold as iron, I am also a hard stone. It's just a miscalculation, a lot of mistakes ... just ...

Baidi water, the waves are clear; Ghost mandarin duck, holding flowers to meet.

In the coffin, lying in the same hole; What is in front of you is not clear until after death.

From then on, the two died together, and the lonely soul was inseparable from the blue sky.

I went to Yuan Lei, and my limbs were smashed into mud.

My skull is wide, my eyes are dry and crushed to powder.

Eat my heart, red ants are brilliant.

Peck my belly dirty, vultures boundless.

... only the soul can return ... only the soul can return. ...

Leng Yue reflected frost and snow, and Hanshan held an ice pool.

Eight thousand meters high can't be crossed, and the end of the world is at this time.

The four seas are covered by the emperor's wind, and the Millennium is clear.

Not to mention the military uniform, today's Gao Cheng.

The bride is charming and shy, with low eyebrows and soft eyes.

The red gauze covered her face and smiled.

Where are the old friends? The sea is vast and the mountains are far away.

There are many sufferings in the world, so don't do all kinds of evil deeds, you should do it yourself, but you want to die less.

"I hope you have mercy and have a home."

There is a spirit in heaven and earth, and good and evil will eventually be rewarded.

Life has eight bitterness. Gross. Gross. Love is parting. I can't ask. Resentment will. The five yin flourishes. It means long-term hatred.