All the poems in the fairy sword

Yin Da returned to the city.

Consciously carefree

Break the old dream of Jianghu

Ren Liujie is even more furious.

The embroidery of the golden window looks charming.

Love is dark.

It's hard to describe what's on your mind.

Ritual night

Afraid that the years will pass.

Spring has arrived.

It's hard to get old.

Hui shou xian Jia

Naturally, the world is beautiful.

Old friends and new acquaintances

Dilemma payment

Without any trouble.

Several cycles

Change the nest and teach the couple to grow old together.

Envy mandarin ducks

A thousand dollars is hard to buy a smile.

Dianjiangchun Paris

There is wine in the sad belly.

How many blues have you had in your life?

Whispering with each other

Miss each other

Magic falling into dust

It is difficult to get rid of old age

Humanitarian way

buddy system

Still sentimental.

As clear as the wind, I can't see it coming and going.

Between heaven and earth, blowing away endless pain.

Why? Sweep away the old dust.

Dream for a thousand years, you grow in your heart.

I can't go back to the past, the moon and stars are hazy, leaving everything to the dusk clock.

I also know that eroticism is empty, but I can't forget my original intention.

Haitian Yao, I am in a hurry with you.

Stop, that moment was like a dream,

Snuggling up, I realized my daughter's weakness.

Can't pull, you strong bow, strong bow!

I can't go back to the past, the moon and stars are hazy, leaving everything to the dusk clock.

I also know that eroticism is empty, but I can't forget my original intention.

I love and hate you in the world of mortals,

I can't stand it. Tears are pouring down my face.

Without you, I know life is really painful.

Forgive me, I didn't know in the past, and I didn't know in the past ... Tradition: Shen Yue, a poet, sets at night, smells the fragrance at night, and then continues a new song. The right person loves the rivers and lakes, the sky is far away, the road is blue, the sorrow is endless, and the feelings are endless.

When Jing Tian first met Solanum nigrum, poetry and dreams woke up for a thousand years. Shirts are messy and chilly, so it is difficult to find old clothes. I was suspicious and saw Zhu's heart in a trance. Mo Wen is still alive, but he regrets the fate of his soul. He loves the world and doesn't envy God.

Lei recalled his poetic life, wandering and sighing lonely, looking back and looking forward to caring for each other, feeling that the sky is not old, the thunder is fleeting, the rain is fleeting, and the homesickness can't bear to leave lightly. Hand in hand is more like the beginning, and the boat is not in love with the rivers and lakes.

When Xue Jian's poem died, he carved a boat and traveled far, and people laughed back without whispering. Without a trace, the soul loses its fragrance and abandons old feelings. Xuan Bing engraved regrets, sang songs, hated good dreams and looked at the spring flowers in the snow.

Zi Xuan's poem for his daughter, the clear water turns to the east wind without waves, and the colored lines rise slightly. Don't send someone to also know that every year Lanzhou * * * life addicted to books, such as life, slip through the net. Spring is near, and Mei is watching the drizzle among the flowers.

Jing Tian and Xuegui's poetic reunion is attached to the past and present, but people are further apart, and their dreams are empty, but their bitterness still exists.

The poems of Solanum nigrum and Sedum alfredii fell from the cliff in succession, in the snow and in the air. After the death of * * * *, Mo Wen, a gentleman of later generations, was deeply moved and had an affair. It is difficult to go to Qian Qian's old house, but he still has no regrets. The road to tears is empty, the dream is long and the dream is short, and there is nowhere to be found. Always sad.

Zi Xuan ended with a sigh, and the wine was filled with sorrow, and the number of sorrows was lingering.

Zi Xuan finally had tears in his eyes. In the setting sun, people secretly admired Yuanyang's sadness, saying nothing, cutting inches, thinking, immortals and ghosts.

Who's in last romance, sorbet? Who asked for love? Only the shadow shouted at the setting sun sword. The west wind wants to leave spring in the horizon. Looking back at the flowers, countless explanations are faint and powerless, and there is nothing wrong with missing the spring dust.

The ending of Tang Xuejian is like flowers and willows, and the sound of leaves is more urgent than the sound of leaving rain. Hunan, Jiangxi, Chu, Jiangxi, Wanshui, Qian Shan, long-distance lovers meet.

Solanum nigrum ended up in the stream, pulling the mirror, dragging her soul to chase the green skirt, vaguely dreaming, like tears, wet for thousands of miles, Feng Yun suddenly warmed the grass, gradually warmed the new year, autumn recovered, and the fragrance was as warm as jade. Yi Yanren reopened the door of life and death

Happy endings are hard to find a treasure trove, and smiles often open. Life is born infatuated. Being a pair of birds is an annoyance. It's good to look back and return to the world.

At the end of the film, I abandoned the sword and sealed the knife, returned to the downtown area, consciously broke the old dreams of the rivers and lakes, and let the embroidered farmers watch the enchanting love. It's hard to describe a good time. I am afraid that the years will fade away and it will be difficult for people to look back at the fairy home. The world is naturally good, the old rain will be new, and the dilemma will be shared. Don't worry a few times, change your nest by mistake. My husband and wife taught me to envy Yuanyang, and it is hard to buy a smile.

Ten years and one sword (1) The pursuit of immortals in the mountains of Shu. How many kinds of glory are there in the world? Don't lose good flowers and beautiful scenery. This life is about to overturn the six realms and gather in the Wuling Hall, but Sansheng stone carvings make up for love and reshape the sky.

One sword in ten years (2) The vast mountain of Shu is difficult to break, and the sword is difficult to break. A thousand years of unfinished love, the dream does not change. * * First encounter in Jianghu, always remember. * * Shadows and seas run dry and rocks crumble, and the heart is unwilling to give up and swear not to make up for love. Ghosts and gods will be frightened, purple flowers will be lonely, and Hong Ting will send out a few clumps of condensation, the rain will continue, and the dance will be fragrant.

Untitled flying Qiong Xianke accidentally fell into the ancient Taoyuan, and three thousand immortals were right and wrong, and four immortals were injured. Whether Mo Wen's fairy sword is good or not can only be realized when feelings are strong.

Laughing at the world of mortals is better than locking the lonely Yao Palace against the wind for nine days. * * * My sleeves are full of flies.

Tianhe playbox is shallow and difficult to hold a sword, and jade is exquisite in hidden stones. Clear sky Wan Li broke the sky, the clouds were light and the wind was light and blue, and the rhombic yarn was flat. Listening to songs hand in hand, knocking on golden hairpin, laughing off pearls, suddenly butterflies are full of spring breeze, teaching cold mirrors to be thin and beautiful.

Zi Ying, Yan Guang, Ming Dynasty, autumn waters, swords, meteors, cut poems as bones for jade as gods, white clouds for guests, life and death, throwing a dream glass for whom, saying goodbye, no regrets, and knowing for a long time, not * * Cai.

Xiao Xuan always robs the peaks and valleys, who chases the sun and the moon, who collects the dust, who can't return, who wants to break through the water with a sword, but who is full of youth. Ji Qin, which loves grass, has no flowers and shadows in spring, and the strings of the city are not very sad. Is there a fairy in the world who blocked the ship of Qin Huang in Taoshan and held a plate of jade muscle in vain, making bones all night? I don't want to wake up from my dream, but I'm still as gentle as before when I watch the drizzle (note: according to Fei Qiong, the romantic son of Shi Dazu, a fairy, fell into the ancient Taoyuan by mistake because of the game. I talked about the fate of dust by chanting notes, writing, trying to melt the spring resentment, dancing skirts and singing fans. Sending people to complain, a corner of the sky is chaotic, and the weak road is 3 thousand. Also because of the beautiful sentence, when I arrived in Liujiang, I fell into sorrow with a faint dream. ) The devil is free from vulgarity and the madman is dreaming. He is reluctant to go to Xie Jia Gallery. Only the Spring Court and the Moon are still taking photos of people walking. Xuanhua, Zi Xuan is lonely and red, with several clusters of pavilions. Dew and rain, dance and smoke. Appropriate men can't bear to admire, and the gods are connected. It means you've been with me for the rest of your life and you'll forget it.