Thunderbolt inspirational quotations

When you fall in love for the first time, say goodbye to infatuation, try your best to win your heart, regardless of conscience and lifelong troubles, don't you know loneliness?

The most terrible thing about people's hearts is not ruthlessness, but the use of feelings.

Once in a century, who is not a passer-by; The bright moon blows the cold corner, and the flowers are in charge.

A famous sword is bad, a hero is safe, and when will prosperity be solved? If you want to rise and fall, you will suffer; Since the defeat of the west, the world has changed. Success is also the sorrow of heaven and earth; Losing is also the sorrow of heaven and earth.

Look at the sword coldly. How much fame have you achieved on the sword? You don't have to count your life, just a cloud disappears, and the lonely sun still shines in the ancient tomb.

I don't have a surname, the world of mortals stays, and the boat is more prosperous. Why should Gao Long go up the mountain? Once a bright city, happy, waving fame.

Qian Qiu industry, the name of the ages, the hero is covered with blood and dust;

The battlefield is sand, the competition is high, the spirit of a hundred years, and the winner is my name.

The vast world of mortals, who stole the glory, people or souls, are just a touch of pool lotus shadow.

Without dawn, the world would be meaningless. What really matters is not the story, but the goodness of human nature

If you wake up from a dream, it will always be so painful. It's best not to dream.

How many swords can you hold at a time, and how many can you hold in one hand?

How many swords are concentric and lovely? Life will eventually be a sword, and the sword loves resentment.

Earn a lifetime sword name, earn a lifetime sword shape,

A sword with an improper name and an improper shape will live forever with you all your life.

Affectionate upstairs wandering around the moon, taking photos alone from the makeup mirror. The frost shadow in the bright sky is as cold as dust.

At the beginning of Huayang, Hong Men was red, the sparse building changed, and Longlin was elegant; Zijin Xiao, white, palace lanterns are bright at night, lanterns are flourishing, and * * * drinks for a long time. -stay in the building for a long time.

There is endless darkness in the empty abyss, and a red lotus calls its name; The perfect pen can also write ghost words, seal the throat and sing demon sounds.

A thousand words, smoke remains, there are mountains and valleys. Wandering around, wanting more, more white hair and fewer old friends.

The imprint of time, scattered on the trajectory of displaced life, forgot the long sound and shadow, only trickled down the rivers and lakes, wandering in search of the original ferry. An abbreviated word, like a stone falling into a lake, makes ripples and returns to crisscross. Finally, the huge waves in the sky engulfed people, and the beast of memory slowly woke up in the suffocating pain of extinction.

Pride was not inferior to the emperor's order and was demoted to Luoyang. At that time, people didn't know how gorgeous it was. Vichy Yao Huang was very fragrant.

The raindrops on the umbrella are still dripping, and I remember walking in the majestic rain; Why don't you return the hemp fiber? Tears are everywhere on a sunny day.

Death is rioting, hell is changing dramatically, and when slaughter is no longer terrible, only people are real demons.

Jiang tianyi has no fiber dust, and the fish and dragons leap forward; What is the righteousness between heaven and man? Tao is not empty, only in people.

Regret is a lingering rhyme. When it's over, it can't stop remembering. Tired of this feeling of being bound, I forgot when I came.

After waiting for three years, I am always late every year; There is love in the world, and there is no empty poem in the grave; Prime Minister Bai promised that the years would be old and the mountains and rivers would pass in a blink of an eye. Du Feng added lights to smell ghosts singing. He was a little crazy.

The heart of autumn is like the sea, and only the soul of autumn can't attract it. Desert tulips in the arms, elegant ancient Yu Pei in the waist. The northwest is cold, and the sword is full of southeast flutes. There are countless stars in a river, and the sky falls in the forest in January.

Xiao is nameless, the song is nameless, and the sound is quiet and sad. Why is it boring? Why are you sleepy? Frowning, lonely.

Snowflakes fall, snowflakes float, and snowflakes never remember the present. The knife is raining, the wind is rustling, and the people on the treetops are raining.

The moonlight lingers on the stairs, the frost and autumn dew are ruthless, and the flute falls in search of old dreams. I never knew you.

The solitary light was falling that day, and a red snow stopped my step. I heard it, without the sad vibrato of the red snow in the world.