Who has a beautiful poem about Zhu Xian?

Acacia is far away, acacia is bitter, and acacia is hard to compensate. Ten years of love and a hundred years of crossing, don't cut acacia, can't bear to care! The spirit of the nine secluded places, the gods and demons of the heavens, sacrificed my blood. After Sansheng VII, I fell into Yamaraja forever, just for love, although I don't regret it! (Just for this infatuation curse, Zhang Xiaofan is a ghost and will never return) The end of the world is never far; Children's intentions are always stupid. The sky is high and the sea is wide, and all beings crawl. There are thousands of stars in Qian Qian and the moon is bright; The sky is cold, as cold as frost. It's funny that everything is like a straw dogs, and whoever covers the rain turns over the clouds! -The ghost king swallows the bell, the flowers wither, and the figure is getting thinner, first frost. Love is bitter, life is bitter, and infatuation is only ruthless. {Quoted from Chapter 9 of Episode 4} Komatsu is just like frost, and the moon is like frost. People have been injured for more than ten years and three thousand years. I hope we will never forget each other. {Quoted from: Chapter 6 of Episode 5 }(3 white foxes) Drunken Flower Yin-Lonely and ownerless, sleeping in clothes at night and dancing. The cold moon hangs in the air, the wind blows the veil and my heart is broken. Bow your head and move flowers, and the east wind will play tricks on you. The face is better than the whole city, but there are feelings, and the eyebrows are light. Bodhisattva Xia Lu Xueqi's white clothes are as cold as snow, and the sky is clear and bright. Standing in the cold wind, whose heart belongs to? Ten years have passed and I am in a trance like a dream. The soul eats the sky and looks at the sky, but the heart groans. Fairy. Nine days in Lu Xueqi, fairies descended to earth. How many times have you heard it on earth? White is better than snow and cold. It's hard to help each other. The heart secretly promises death. No one can dance sword in the back hill. Where can I complain about tears and bamboo stains? Cut off the pain of acacia. As a inverse acts, I have no regrets. A person is haggard at the end of the world. I sigh that Snow Girl's sword is sharp, and my mood is sad. The world of mortals has been desolate since ancient times. I am hesitant and heartbroken. I am an amateur. Crazy! Crazy! People won't forget when they wake up. Blue mountains drink and sigh, and the night is frozen and frosty, and the sorrow is longer. The sword goes through the setting sun and sings wildly. Cool! Cool! Cool! The moon in Lu Xueqi is full of frost and soul, but now I just want to meet each other. The bamboo forest is dark and windy, and the lonely cliff is covered with snow. I know I have a heart for you, so I don't want to be afraid of disobeying my teacher. What floor is Jun on? The following is a new collection! ! Friends who like dancing and writing ink come to Kan Kan to get drunk-Lu Xueqi is lonely and miserable, sleeping and dancing in his clothes at night. The cold moon hangs in the air, the wind blows the veil and my heart is broken. Bow your head and move flowers, and the east wind will play tricks on you. The face is better than the whole city, but there are feelings, and the eyebrows are light. Bodhisattva Xia Lu Xueqi's white clothes are as cold as snow, and the sky is clear and bright. Standing in the cold wind, whose heart belongs to? Ten years have passed and I am in a trance like a dream. The soul eats the sky and looks at the sky, but the heart groans. Fairy. Nine days in Lu Xueqi, fairies came down to earth. How many times have you heard it on earth? White is better than snow and cold. It's hard to help each other. The heart secretly promises death. No one can dance sword in the back hill. Where can I complain about tears and bamboo stains? Cut off the pain of acacia. As a inverse acts, I have no regrets. A person is haggard at the end of the world. I sigh that Snow Girl's sword is sharp, and my mood is sad. The world of mortals has been desolate since ancient times. I am hesitant and heartbroken. I am an amateur. Crazy! Crazy! People won't forget when they wake up. Blue mountains drink and sigh, and the night is frozen and frosty, and the sorrow is longer. The sword goes through the setting sun and sings wildly. Cool! Cool! Cool! The moon in Lu Xueqi is full of frost and soul, but now I just want to meet each other. The bamboo forest is dark and windy, and the lonely cliff is covered with snow. I know I have a heart for you, so I don't want to be afraid of disobeying my teacher. What floor is Jun on? Untitled-Baguio Kyushu Yin Lingqi sings, and ghosts yearn for it. It is painful to give my blood to God. Three lives and seven lives only miss you. What's wrong with being stuck in Yamaraja forever? When you are sad because of your feelings, you will not regret your infatuation even if you die. Bug operator. Baguio's exotic flowers and plants are cold and arrogant, and the bell is eternal. Blood insight into the truth, only with you all my life. Ten years in the ice room, I don't regret it There is only infatuation and resentment between heaven and earth, and the fairy proves the true gentleman. Think Baguio is also true and false. Looking at the bottom of the well, there are several people's hearts. Good and evil stand forever, and dare to go against the sky for Iraq. Who can immediately ask, ten years of memories, memories of become memories. I beg to stay alone in your boudoir, but I don't care if Bodhi provokes dust particles! Baguio jade dress and green skirt, deep in the nether world, I remember my relatives. Death, suffering, blood hole, black bamboo forest of heaven and earth. I would like to miss you, but please be safe. After the sad flowers flew, the bell rang until now. Tian Linger is full of talent and energy, and her charming daughter is flying. The face is full of love and flowers, and the smile carries the fragrance of spring. Cool spheres are connected harmoniously, amber Zhu Ling and Yuanyang. Like the joy of water and time, I didn't care about the red waves at that time. Operator. Tian Linger Zhu Ling put his arm around her waist, and the faucet warmed her heart. If you decide to settle on Hongqiao, do you know the words of resentment? I have no intention of preaching Buddhism, but I am affectionate. Childhood friends broke up in discord, goodbye. Huanxisha Xiaobai looks back with charming eyes. She talked and laughed with the whole country. She has been studying hard for whom for many years. She thought for a long time. She dreamed of returning to Jinjia Village in the drizzle. She misses the mysterious altar of fire. Looking back, she has a lot of hate and tears. Xiao Bai Fox's face is covered with dust, why not become clear and bright? Make new friends in the valley of incense burning, and remember old feelings by the mysterious altar of fire. After a hundred years of drinking, Wan Li dreamed of midnight. I don't laugh when I sleep. I must be debt-free and light! Xijiangyue Xiaobai came into this world in nine days, beautiful and brave. A hundred years in prison trapped the mysterious altar of fire, and once it screamed loudly. Today, I miss the accumulation of goodness and lament that silly children waste resentment. Is the strange method shocking Qingyun disciples to cherish the blood inheritance? You Ji is all-powerful, called Suzaku, but now Xuan Shang is a Youji. The distinction between good and evil is a feud, and water and fire are our enemies. Guild fighting is dedicated to heroic actions, and it is praised by the public for its grandeur. I just know, out of the ancestral temple, I will no longer dance in white. You Ji's face was plastered with gauze, and her heart was plastered with the wound, just beside the wilderness road in Shi Ting. Dimfragrance went to find her way, only to find a pale white dress. I've been thinking about it for a hundred years, but it's hard to remember. White blue sword, provocative world. Fantasy is far away, but also vicissitudes. Look at the flowers in front of the pavilion, and then look at Feng Yun's horizon. Ruthless coast means heartless, but also read a pale white dress. Jin Pinger's beautiful girl floated around in her first costume, and every soul with lofty ideals was betrayed. Bleeding is the only beauty, and stormy waves are enchanting. The fish head fell in a yellow shadow, and the bitter hand gently waved the purple awn knife. Cheating and malice are the main things, but Acacia leaves love behind. Xijiangyue Jin Pinger beauty sigh, amorous feelings remains the same. Talking and laughing, yin and yang invade each other, and there are still flowers and branches. Whispering before exquisite, clever after Qinglong. Purple mountain shines in the light, when will you be sincere? The little ring bud is waiting to be released, and it is everywhere. Clear water hibiscus is the true color, and sugar-coated gourd is sweet. Many ghosts are magical, and unpredictable immortals can touch fairies. Knowing people, seeing good and not evil, laughing at autumn and spring. Linglong knows you can't stay, and Qian Shan will cut your head off. I asked right and wrong several times and sighed for several nights. I don't want to be a match before I die, but I want to be ready after I die. Please try unparalleled witchcraft forever. Hidden light smoke curled up to worship the fairy god, and a little mortal heart was dusty. It's unbearable to see the disputes in the halls. The infighting in Qingyun seems to have been heard before. I have a glib tongue, and it's chilling cold. Zhu Xiaofeng was the first. Do you remember the man in white underground? Jade box. Miss Su Ru has almond eyes and bright eyes. She is impatient and indomitable. She treats all her disciples sincerely. She never gave up and taught them carefully, but it is hard to say that her heart is bitter. Couples have been in love for a hundred years, and it is not easy to faint many times. She doesn't want to see the end of the world. Mingyue is deeply sympathetic, but it's hard to be round tonight. I just hope my husband will return early. Fan Xiao, a young man, is worried about his youth and decadence, but he doesn't know his age. Heaven has eyes, people are heartless, and wyndell dichinson Qingyun hates fainting. The world is never honest, why not be imprisoned by the fate of the people. Heaven laughs and hates, and heaven and earth are cruel to dogs. Yulinling-ghosts and ghosts care for each other, white as snow and beautiful in blue. Looking at the fox and thinking without emotion, we can't hold hands at last and can't be together at first. For more than ten years, the haze is boundless. Beautiful bamboo is dead-hearted, and you can't forget it on the ice bed. Who is right? I don't know how to redeem it-the soul eater blocked all the soil in southern Xinjiang, looking for a cure, but returned disappointed. Hard liquor should be gulped down in one gulp, so as to eliminate thousands of worries, not to cook wine into worries, but to add worries. So what if the beast god doesn't die A thousand years of acacia is separated by stones. Don't forget to follow your heart and worship me in the world. Eight wild dragons swallowed the world, and a hundred monster beasts were my slaves. True love dies and turns to hate, and life and death depend on each other in tears. Minus word magnolia-Lin Jingyu's royal sword is held high in the air, and the sleeve robe dances with the wind. Blue light gallops, sweeping swords and killing demons. The dragon is riding the wind and waves in the rough sea. Kiss ghosts and gods, heaven and earth scream and shout! Wan Jianyi cut the dragon and green mountain, and the demon was frightened. A generation of heroes are sad, but it is difficult to recover after an eventful autumn. Jade Qing Temple is a magical world. Tian Tongfeng, the teacher knows right from wrong. Hatred, life and death are all floating clouds, and the ancestral temple returns alone. Little fool is willing to bury himself for a woman. The color in the dream is blurred, and the old feelings in the painting are clear. The central plains is not without ambition, and the three realms are also full of talents. But I hate the dilemma between life and death, and there is nothing I can do about Penglai. Xueqi Baguio dances in the sky and tears mop the floor. The moon shines like snow. It's hard to win when you dance a sword to break your sorrow. Okay, okay, okay. Tears streamed down her face, the sky hung, and the silver sword broke the stone heart. Under the fragrant sweat, leaning on bamboo thinking, the sky is high and the clouds are light, such as telling the truth. Hate, hate, hate. Sad to autumn, acacia crisp, flowers and souls return to rock dust. Bells, persistent sadness, fairy bells swinging out, fragrant souls are hard to survive. Sleepy, sleepy, sleepy. Heartbroken lovesickness sleeps, and the golden bell moves mountains and breaks Kun. Tears of love, lying on the ice, mourning, mourning, but also know the feelings of sorrow, sorrow, sorrow.