Looking for Classic Poems in Xian Xia's Novels

Love to swallow thousands of glasses of wine from all over the world, and sad songs in drunkenness shake deep dreams.

Fighting the sword and the world of mortals is epilepsy, and there is wine in the sky;

Wandering the stars and playing with the sun and the moon, drunk in the clouds and laughing at the world.

Never look back, why not forget; Since there is no chance, there is no need to call names.

Today everything is like water without a trace, and tomorrow you will be a stranger.

Spring is near, plum blossoms are frequent, flowers are idle, and the rain is raining.

The world of mortals steals Qingyun Pavilion.

If the sky is high, you hate it, but if it is high, you love it.

Swallow wine from all over the world

A song of Joan flying with ecstasy

Young people are not afraid of old age.

Let the world be free.

How many things have not been solved before?

Want to compete with the sky

Complicated, ignorant, tears hanging in my eyes, wishing Yuanyang to fly, asking if you will come back?

It is difficult for a charming body to inherit the country, and send a song of acacia from afar.

I have a long hatred, and I'm not afraid of Brother Jin.

Jianghu wind and rain light frost

Go in four directions together.

The demon in the forest was shocked.

Feel resentful

be prone to injury

Don't love the old days.

Remove residual cosmetics

Tuohuashang

Like flying catkins.

Life is like a thread.

Heartbroken for who?

I don't know the distance after you broke up.

Spring and Autumn

Looking forward to breaking a long-distance letter

Yishengqing

Eternal suffering

Every corner of the universe

Nobody asked in Gu Ying.

The end of time leaves people with hatred.

Cunduanqiongzhi

Turn into acacia embers

Youth is not for teenagers.

Death brings justice.

In my heart

An occasional new friend is like an old friend with deep friendship.

I once went back to the boat to wear a tie.

Swallow wine from all over the world

With a sword

Take Wu Gou as an example.

On the causes of deep affection

Hugh asked

Mokaikou

Have the heart to go back.

Half-life troubles

Sad songs in drunkenness shake deep dreams

Eternal hatred

When do you rest?

Yao Palace is lonely and locked for a long time.

Against the wind for nine days, only shadows swim.

Why not return to the world of mortals with a smile?

I rolled up my sleeves and flew.

Pupil coagulation autumn water sword meteor

Cut poetry into bones and jade into gods.

Pianpian Baiyi Yunduanke

Who is life and death for?

I don't know how to worry.

Willing to go to Yujing 12 floor.

Swing a sword through the clouds to meet the stars.

Raise your wine and sing a song to attract the phoenix.

A thousand years is too empty, not a dream.

Love that refuses to rest.

Wake up and watch the light rain.

Jiangshan is still as gentle as ever.

Taoshan blocked Qin Huang's boat.

Han Palace holds gold plates all night.

Jade muscle gives birth to bone in vain.

It's not easy to be as cold as a sword

These are all from the fairy sword ~

You were born before I was born, and I was old when I was born. You hate that I was born late, and I hate that you were born early.

You were born before I was born, and I was old when I was born. Hate is not born at the same time. Hello every day.

I was born before you were born, but you were born when I was old. I am far away from you, and you are far away from me.

I was born before you were born, but you were born when I was old. Become a butterfly, look for flowers every night and live in the grass.

Jie Jiang Little Mermaid

Listening to the rain song upstairs, the red candle is faint.

Middle-aged people listen to the rain in the boat, and Jiang Kuoyun's low-cut geese are called the west wind.

Now listening to the rain monk Lu, there are stars on his temples.

Sorrow is always heartless, and the next step is to drip till dawn.

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"If all the stars fall," the child asked softly, staring at the emperor, "what else is there in this land?"

"And you and I," however, such a profound question was answered in such a clever way, "with the sun and the moon."

The deepest love can't reach the time after all.

You gave birth to me before I was born. I was old when I gave birth to you. A hundred years later, the delivery of Wanli, the dirty floating world and the treacherous heart separated life and death. Where can I find that white dress, that lotus-like plain face?

Between Liuhe, what can be higher than Galand Baita?

Only heaven.

Between Liuhe, where can you overlook the temple at the top of Baitou Tower?

Only Yunfu.

It turns out that in this life, only "parting" is always true.

Everything starts after the end, life and death overlap, and the end point overlaps with the starting point. Everything will eventually disappear, such as specular reflection. ...

The general smiled and bent his bow, and the king of Qin was angry.

"Who pays Wu Gou in the world? It shows that wolves are helpless.

"When coach, generals, empty string broken ling?

"Iron horse autumn wind people go, book sword lonely waste stare.

"Once upon a time, there were tall buildings with songs and strings and dancing sleeves at night.

"Zhao Yan, a young ranger, must be a bottle of gold wine.

"Jin Zun wine, abandon all sorrow!

"Forget all your troubles, don't sing new songs. Farewell.

"At that time, young woman, looking forward to meeting? The middle is lingering, and the painted building weighs tens of thousands.

"Ten steps to kill one person, generous to Qin Gong. I won't play. My shadow is amazing.

"Helpless jiangshan although I hurry-scurry, life and death bosom friend two eventful.

"Song cry and dream, empty.

"There is no language on the railing, low and arrogant: ask the hero, who is the hero?"

Blue sky dies. Mozi. Red dust.

It turns out that each kind is a kind of disillusionment.

How many broken willows are there in the spring breeze,

How far is it from the stream,

How much incense is there under the silver lamp …

After this, it becomes a dim stranger's past.

The page of years turned gently and silently.

Glory and dreams are together.

Years chased us and kept running, and we fell dead on the vilen with red thorns. Only a master who has experienced a hundred years can understand all this. With all-inclusive eyes, she watched the young man set foot on a distant road alone, and the desert was covered with red thorns. But even such love will eventually die.

Even the seven oceans will dry up and wither,

Even Wan Li will fall apart.

All kinds of places where you will go and come and go in this world.

-Like the tide

But the people you love ....

If I really loved you,

Then I will never forget it.

But please forgive me-

I'm still going quietly.

Even the nearest star.

There is also a distance between them that can't be reached in a lifetime.

In the past nine days, the long wind has passed the ear and roared through the vicissitudes of life. Nine days later, Kyushu was like smoke, a glass of seawater poured down, and the Millennium changed like a horse.

There is no end to reincarnation, and fate is impermanent. Once in a thousand years, it only takes a moment to go their separate ways. From then on, the yellow sky and the blue sky, time and space are boundless, and it may be difficult to meet again.

Those ants-like lives suddenly make the gods above ordinary people sigh and shock-those ordinary people's lives, which are fleeting in just a few decades, are constantly fighting and struggling, cultivating and harvesting in the fleeting life. With blood and tears, reincarnation, dialogue with fate, and struggle with the gods. I wrote my own grand chapter on that land, which is dazzling and can shine on the sun and the moon.

Nowadays, the wind is surging and the vicissitudes of life are exhausted.

The flood rolled in and swept away everyone. The tide of history has roared to the climax, and personal love and hate have become insignificant at this moment. Everyone is in it, downstream, to the unknown side.

Time flies, they are wandering travelers. It turns out that although they have been together for a hundred years, they can't be cut off all their lives, but they are predestined friends and just passers-by in each other's lives.

Far apart, time flies, and between them, they are as far away as businessmen.

"Nine Questions about Strike" —— Ask God what his life is? What's a pole? How long is a person's life span? He Huan? Why die? what is love ? Is reincarnation safe? Is there a fate? What happened to life?

Please don't prevent young children from seeing a new day with eyes buried in rotten soil-even if we all turn into rotten soil in the cloud shortage, they will return to the blue sea! "

We didn't go together, but we met after all. That's enough.

A novel from Cang Yue. ......