Qq, talk about ancient style and domineering. Let's talk about it Since then, mountains and rivers have never met.

First, the ink stains the world, and the glitz of the world of mortals is the nib flower brewed in your hand.

Second, I wanted her husband to come back early, but I let him go to Qingyun.

Third, there is a kind of love called Dong Fangbubai.

Fourth, I spread out my life, and the years fade away, just like when you show your eyebrows, spring is half over the city, and when you hang your eyes, you hold a cold pool.

5. Stay away from the banquet, sing and play the flute, and turn the wine into smoke.

6. If I can, I can accompany you for a thousand years. I just want to care about your smile. If you like, I am willing to accompany you forever, I just want to accompany you forever. Your face is like a lotus in my heart. The sunset sprinkles ink and whispers softly, and several fireworks fly all over the sky in an instant. Are you still sitting in a long pavilion, with sandy jade fingers, wrapped in the warmth of the breeze, drawing the horizon and starting from the Mekong River?

Seven, we have been looking for, looking for, that we all have the ending.

Eight, time flies, people do not know whether flowers and snow melt into another autumn. The hair has changed to white head. Who knows how many times to look back in my life?

Nine, as beautiful as flowers and jade, as fleeting, I can go back to the past, but I can't go back to the beginning.

10. I saw the blood and dust on the wall of the lonely city alternating here. Finally, there is no naive smile left in the book. I dreamed that the soft breath in the sky was like a dream. Who's real? You and I played this song through many memories, but there was no ending. Song I am in Chang 'an

Eleven, flowers and bright willows around the sky, the city is more upstairs.

Twelve, looked at each other, I don't know whose idea it was, and then I realized that the face of the country was scattered, and the shackles and floating life were scattered.

Thirteen, three thousand prosperous, a flick of a finger, a hundred years later, but a handful of yellow sand. Only you are my world.

Fourteen, if I have the right day, kill all the people who lost me.

Fifteen, drunk in the world of mortals, willing to get one heart. Fireworks couple, never leave each other. Weak water 3 thousand, I only take a gourd ladle to drink. Beauty will die, and I will never leave you. Help each other, hold your hand and grow old with your son. Blue misty rain, lonely shadow waiting for you to return.

Sixteen, how many beauties have been worn out, how many lovesickness pieces have been broken, and only blood is left.

Seventeen, an all-consuming love butterfly is flying, and Jiangshan is still a past tense. The adherents are getting old several times, and the wandering girl is slowly returning to the song. Su Shi's Flowers on the Stranger.

Eighteen years old, it's cold, cold, old and vicissitudes. Love to cry, it's hard to give up, my heart is empty, and I can't let go if I want to. At dawn, I lit my tears, dried them, and hesitated at the pillow.

Nineteen, my choice is to love you or love you more, and your choice is to love me or not!

Twenty, the friendship of girls generally begins with going to the toilet to buy things.

Twenty-one, who will smoke, scattered the vertical and horizontal.

Twenty-two, even if you meet each other, you should not know each other. Your face is covered with dust and your temples are like frost.

Twenty-three, cherish a dream for a lifetime, two people are doomed to envy two Hong, three books lose three lives.

Twenty-four, faint bamboo, pulse red lotus. Deep in the courtyard, the rhyme is full of joy. Hand in hand before flowers, hand in hand with eyes. In Tao's eyes, love, love in Chinese, language in Chinese.

Twenty-five, I am sad and sad, thinking about the past and getting my heart.

26 years old, cold and sad. The cool wind rate has been severe, and the wanderer is cold and naked. Brocade left, and my robe clung to me. I stayed alone for a long night and dreamed of seeing Rong Hui. My hero only likes the ancient times, and it is beneficial to go to the Sui Dynasty. May you always smile and drive home hand in hand. It won't take long, and it's not too heavy. How can you fly in the wind without the wings of the morning wind? I hope to look forward to comfort and lead the distance. Rely on sentimentality, crying and touching Shuang Ye.

Fahua, 27, is a young man. His beauty is so empty that his heart is broken. Acacia can't go away, but brocade can't be broken. It's raining and snowing, and the flute is silent. There is no need for the old man to step on the horse and go home. I hope it's autumn again for Chanjuan.

Twenty-eight, drunken with flowers, dreaming of a boudoir, watching the spring breeze, and worrying by the pool.

Twenty-nine, I fell in love with you, and I realized the taste of missing, the sadness and jealousy of separation, and the endless possessiveness.

Thirty, the string is broken. Who listens to broken arrow and broken arrow dance? I thought the snow on the moss would wait, but dreams are fleeting time.

Thirty-one, finally, I have nothing to do with you.

Thirty-two years old, knowing that the years will eventually grow old, and I stand at the tip of the tail of youth, looking out quietly, expecting the smile of the wind and the warmth of this heart. Looking at the years that have passed between the fingers, I still understand that I have met youth.

Thirty-three, that's it, mountains and rivers don't meet.

Thirty-four, eternal love, who picked it up, who left it, who forgot the past, who has been concerned. Recall that year, who ordered acacia to plant peach blossoms.

Thirty-five, twilight, solo night wind; On the world of mortals, withered petals, broken by the wind, fingertips stained with wounds, and red ink pens.