Ancient language segment

1, Meitu sells, and the customer still breaks the bridge; The paper umbrella is thin and the clouds are miserable. I'm drunk in the western suburbs, and I want to play the flute. I am sad when I am clear, and I am proud all my life. Tears shook the candle. Time flies, cockroaches have been covered with autumn wormwood. Su Mu Gai, singing wine and composing songs in the Red Chamber; Yu Meiren who carved and danced; Drunk flowers, cold and lonely; How many volumes of golden music are ups and downs; Partridge sky, gazing at the past life ... What a pity that the misty rain is fading away and Leng Yue is slightly shallow in attracting China? How to sleep?

2, faint ink, the eternal life of the whole city, gently bounce off the dust on your body, vague thoughts draw a shallow rest for you, no longer waiting in the oath of the sea dried up and the rocks crumbled, no longer waiting in the romantic words of that life, who described the sorrow of the world, spread in troubled times, who spent the endgame in the middle of the night, and whose tears floated in the fleeting years.

3. Enthusiasm and affection. Love, print two hearts. Against the secular dust, the flying eagle is more and more relieved. Your kindness drives me crazy. So charming, so pathetic. Small hands embrace each other and tender feelings depend on each other. The lingering embroidery obscured the spring scenery. A smile is your heart, and a word warms my heart. Looking back on the unfinished fate of the previous life, I was filled with emotion and blamed Meng Po. Missed the wishes of several generations of buddhas. Yuanyang's neck has become empty. There is no end to hatred.

4, cook a glass of wine, warm the frozen heart, and drink the vicissitudes of life; If you close a window, you can't hide your sadness. Who is still singing at the end of the cloud curtain? Cut a lamp and cross the red makeup in the sky. Are you still the same as before? When you wake up, there is nowhere to hide when you are lonely. Are you as obsessed as I am?

5, the aftertaste is far and fragrant, and you can't smell the oath burning. When wishes turn to ashes, pray again. The seas run dry and the rocks rot too little. It's been a long time. Without thinking, you can't tell the past of your dreams. Willing to give up the light. Just for you, I just want to be crazy, promise.

6, lovesick tears deep, and heaven remains our neighbourhood. A wisp of leaves is falling in the autumn wind. There is no limit to the sea of suffering, how can we turn back to the shore? After Qian Fan, how can you look back on the places you have been? Empty and sad. A person looking at the distant Millennium, obsessed with memories, can the end of reincarnation be never to say goodbye? Who was crushed by the vicissitudes of loneliness? Whose thoughts are hidden in the tearful back? After thousands of years of sadness, who buried my last tear?

7. Who is Butterfly Shadow? She composed a song for you alone, Aika Millennium, willing to dance for you all your life. Draw a cell. I can't wait to grow old forever. I crave the ethereal world, and my eyes are full of tears. Who will gently wipe off this poison that breaks my heart for me? Tears are accompanied by infatuation. I hope that the flowers will not fall, and the fate will not come apart. Don't think about me.

8, rhyme Chanjuan dream flower building, enjoy maple leaves burning flowers, warm snow-capped mountains in cold clothes, frivolous young bonfires, hesitate to think about it, drunk with blood to stop the old building, want to die, worry about the sky, burn in the heart, lingering cold steps, waving sleeves and smiling, drunk and greedy, sighing.

9, forced to be lonely, there is no harm in waiting alone. Remember your hopes. My heart is broken in myself. Sigh lightly, make a few prosperous, beautiful as a roll, but not fleeting. If you can go back to Iraqi company, what's the harm of asking how much wine you drank? Fire and smoke, fascinated by love. Draw the ground as a prison, when to lock the heart? Your death is over. The world is full of war and smoke, and Iraqis are drunk. Can we use day and night geometry? Although you are rich, what's the use of your concubine if she can't be with you?

10, the wine is cold. At that time, in the West Chamber, Yuanyang was carved on the jade screen, the bronze mirror was painted yellow, the thin lips were crimson, and the screen window was tilted. "It's the third night to leave on the plane." Backhand pipa, full moon in the west wing, velvet snow on the sleeve. The soul is still drunk, and the willow withered by the river. When will it stop? If you want to leave your sadness, who will look back at you for the rest of your life?

1 1, one song and one glass of wine. Heartbroken, lovesick. If time goes back, can we play music from all over the world together? If reborn, can you compose music only for Iraqis? Wrong, wrong, wrong song, wrong song, wrong life. Miss someone, miss someone, miss someone. Listen, listen to warm music, listen to cold music, and understand the heart. If you are a woman, please hum along. If you are a man, please be careful what you say.

12, holding a sword for you, Qian Shan is becoming more and more tireless, and thousands of rivers and mountains cover the shore, and the waves beat on the shore, making blood shed on earth. It's warm in the sunset across the cliff, and I promise you a lifetime oath, unchanged, because of you, my only attachment in this life. Breaking the wolf wants to fight, and the lone star is cold; Gone with the world of mortals, seven kills and seven kills. What's the difference between purple and sky? In troubled times, the sky was opened with a sword, and I couldn't bear to see this floating chaos, but I finally sent a beautiful thing with this broken state funeral!

13, a ray of light sorrow, constant sorrow and hatred, the soul flies for thousands of years to find Iraq, but it can't wake up. Acacia people haggard, listening to thousands of tears in the middle of the night ... after many years, dreams come back to flowing water, cigarettes break people's drunkenness, the world of mortals is full of tears, and the wind is a bit dark and crisp. Exhausted elegance, lonely face. Whose mind was broken? A dress caressed the cold light of the moon and crossed the barrier of Qian Shan, only for a brief lingering.

14, falling gently and melting bit by bit. Looking from a distance, there is a trace of heartache. Flowers are endless, and goodness is like flowing water. Beauty is far away, lovesickness is bitter, and it is hard to pay. It's hard to give up and it's hard to stay. It's a moonlit night, and then it becomes sand between your fingers. At that moment, the flowers fell and you resigned. At that moment, Shao Hua was nowhere to be found. At that moment, the lonely shadow wet the clothes with tears.