Qingfeng spirits

In winter, cold plum is shy, I don't know if I am afraid of flowers blooming and branches falling.

Even if it snows heavily, it won't bow its head.

Hard liquor is in the throat, and life is full of worries.

The snow melts, the world remains the same, and time does not stop.

Merits and demerits can't be compared with the views of the world, so why not?

Drink a little wine and hang a pot of wine around your waist.

How carefree it is to fight swords with friends in the Jianghu!

Clean hands, time flies.

Dressed in white, time flies.

The feud is endless, and whoever becomes his heart will be decided.

The sand at the fingertips is gradually leaking. Who threw hydrangeas in those days?

Whoever wants it takes it away, and finally it's lonely.

Who is as handsome as ever?

Seek injustice from heaven; Said there was nothing to pursue in this life.

Sigh the wind and rain in the world; Take a sip of cool air and hard liquor.

Summer flowers are shy and swaying.

Even if the lake is calm, there are many eddies underwater.

The iron sword gradually rusted and the body slowly bent down.

Flowers fade, people are old, and sigh gently at the monument.

An iron sword accompanied people into the grave, busy for decades.

It's ridiculous to look back suddenly and be lonely all my life.

How miserable it is to be young and frivolous!

Hard liquor to pay tribute to the lost years.

A suicide note? Who left it?

I only said that I regretted it. I lost her heart and wandered alone.

The water in the palm is gradually flowing. Who said you liked seagulls that year?

Whoever buries someone in his heart will leave a curse on the world.

Nobody seems to care.

Boil a pot of fragrant scented tea; Enjoy ten miles of red makeup peach blossoms.

I heard that my old friend has been dead for many years; Laughter time is not what it used to be.

Time flies, cold plum spirit