Yu Jingting, the princess of the demon world, didn't bother Ah Lang, I don't know what he thought of, so he would be so sad. Yu Jingting just stopped in the void, stood quietly aside, and carefully watched Ah Lang's every move......

Ah Lang still stood with his hands behind his back, stepping on the night sky, looking at the delicate full moon and endless stars for a long time, still immersed in boundless thoughts......

Under the night sky, the bright moon is long, listening to a curtain of moonlight like water, telling that it is as warm as yesterday.

The day dawned, illuminating the tears, the tears dried, and the pillow was wandering.

The sky is cold, the sky is cold, the earth is old, and the vicissitudes of the world.

I have seen through the fireworks in the world, listened to the mountains and rivers, the lingering of a lifetime, the troubled times at my fingertips, and the red face of the troubled times at my fingertips, but I can't resist the years of water, the flowers have fallen, the wind has risen, and the phoenix has flew.

Mortals can't see through the mirror, the immortals want to see through it, the autumn wind is swaying, and the king has a long dream.

As far as possible, Yi Nong is a soldier, and his heart is really indistinguishable from the past.

Only melancholy, deep sorrow through wine hurt even more, tears fall what kind of people hesitate, as if a song is sung, with the moon and think, how can there be thousands of sorrows and confusion.

The wind is clear and the sketch is cool and the smoke and rain are cool, and the ink dust is easy to provoke the dry brush.

sighed and did not dream, and hesitated to half-touch the sound insulation.

Wind and snow, who will die with the old.

When the flowers are cleared, the phoenix returns to the nest.

Green silk for a hundred years, and the son is good.

White hair for thousands of years, wind and tears far away.

Fight this life, to flowers and wine, and to tell about death.

The green mud steps on the shadow of the tree, and the green water separates the way.

Ask when you will return, there is no return date.

I am afraid that Shaohua will live up to it, drink alone and fall in love with the bones, love the wind and dust do not know where, and the green silk will not wither.

The autumn breeze can be heard sparsely, whether the old man is deceased, the two forget the rivers and lakes, and the heart is not easy to love.

The evening is bright and the morning breeze is bright, and I am tired of solving the star problem.

The glitzy soil is vulnerable, and the ruined buildings are empty and hateful to the moon, which makes me even more sad.

Cover the old wine and drink how much joy it has.

The court is sparse and cold, and the red face is handsome, and the years are not pityful.

Flashy and light drinking, the slightest sorrow, the piano fluttering with no hands, the Zen sound is curling, the most is the pain of peeling off the cocoon, turning into turbid wine into the intestines.

The flowers fall on the bridge, the moonlight wind is drunk, and it is quiet.

Thinking of the wind and the youth?

Countless fragrant flowers are scattered, and the drizzle is like silk at the end of the day.

If all, before the flower and under the moon, tears are sprinkled in Yujing.

In the end, who broke the string, the flower fell on the shoulder, and I was in a trance.

The green and dark in front of the building are divided into roads, a trace of willow, an inch of tenderness.

Bursts of quotations adorned with Ling Xiao, self-selected jade, Du Ning Tingxi came first, happy and happy!

Pretty phoenix, seek in this life, stay in this life, people are lovesick in the book!

I don't know what to do, I love deeply, how can I do it, like a beautiful flower, I will not be defeated in the end, like a year of water.

There is a fate to meet, there is no chance to meet, the ends of the world, I hope to remember.

I am fortunate to know each other, but I am not fortunate to stay together, the sea and the moon are eternal.

Life in the world is like a white horse over the knee, suddenly.

However, I live a long life, but I can remember every word you say.

You must remember that the red sandalwood has not been destroyed, and I have not gone.

Fenghua is a finger of quicksand, and old age is a period of time.

In that prosperous year, we were lonely and hurt beyond recognition.

Whoever takes in whose brightness can see it, and who empathizes with whom's sadness.

Walking alone in the sea, the end of the world, the road is full of frost.

Only because of the feeling of Jun a review, it makes me think about Jun Chao and Dusk.

Raise a glass and get drunk alone, drink the snow, and be dazed for another year.

Turn around

, a wisp of cold fragrance is far away, the snow is deep, and the smile is shallow.

The fate of dust has always been like water, and tears are rare, so why not love all your life?

Whoever responds to whom's robbery has become someone's obsession.

If you are wild, I will accompany you with wine in this life.

It seems that this star is not last night, for whom the wind is exposed and the midnight is upset.

Straight lovesickness is useless, and melancholy is madness.

I know that I am in love for a long time, and I look forward to the sound of the river.

If you don't fall asick in your life, you will be lovesick, and you will be lovesick.

He was born with no infatuation, and there is no place in the world for lovesickness.

The past, like smoke and dreams, wants to come to a shallow fate, but the love is deep. The imprint engraved in time witnesses the regrets of the past.

The sun is far away, the sound is sparse, the autumn is in the line, and the smoke tree is worried. When I cut the separation, I am afraid that I will be reborn, but I only hate that my heart is too soft, and the reason is still messy.

Flowers bloom and fall, but a distance, joys and sorrows, but also the quicksand of time, hold it, cherish, scattered, no longer to mess with.

The years are like a song, and the punctuation and symbols of the story cannot be sung. Memories are like numbness, and I can't figure out when memories come and go. With some passing scenery and figures, I still remember deeply, how can I linger, and the shallow traces that cannot be erased scratch the pages of the story all the time.

Sigh the ethereal years, pale with whose youth. The carving knife of time marks its year name on my face, but it does not allow me to write down all the goodness. Only intermittent shallow marks are left, condensing the story bit by bit at this moment, and I can't see it clearly or touch it.

What is the truest thing? Take off your mask, let go of your baggage, and live your worldly self. For a flower, you can talk to yourself until dark, for a tree, you can empty yourself until dusk, and for a leaf, you can stare until tears. A nostalgic me, a nostalgic me, is the truest self.

The fluttering dust, standing in a waiting posture, alternating with the sun and moon of time, listening quietly, Xiao Xiao down, the feelings of loneliness and thinness, precipitating the tranquility after a period of noise, waiting for the cold fragrance of the blockade of the passing years, the lingering dream of Qingqiu, facing the clear trace, how many ups and downs of the past, a dream has been cold.

The princess of the demon world, Yu Jingting, suddenly contracted her pupils sharply, opened her mouth wide, revealing an incredulous and unbelievable expression, shocked and inexplicably looking at the scene in front of her......

Ah Lang's body looking at the night sky from afar, incarnated into a million, arranged into an extremely regular circle, layer upon layer, layer by layer, layer by layer, covering the endless night sky, countless Ah Lang, all under the reflection of the shining moonlight and bright stars, the light of the moonlight and the stars, all submerged into the body of millions of Ah Lang......

In an instant, millions of Ah Lang immediately burst out with dazzling and dazzling white light, the white light continued to flicker, without a trace of stagnation in the middle, and millions of Ah Lang gathered together, and turned into a Ah Lang, and the white light also spread, and the halo of a circle, like endless ripples, spread throughout the night sky......

Ah Lang felt that at this moment, his mind gradually entered a mysterious realm that he had never set foot in......

His heart has been completely opened, since he came to the Vast Smoke Continent, every thing, including extremely subtle and trivial things, has all appeared in his mind without reservation, like a slide in his previous life, constantly changing and staggering at a very fast speed, and even some things that will happen in the future have appeared......

The past, the present, and the future are all one, and it contains all love and pain, as well as all heavenly and human things......

All kinds of upside-down and disorienting emotions rushed through the earth of his soul like a flood, and these kinds of emotions that were so strong that they could not be restrained and had no end were also washed away like a flood to wash away Ah Lang's body and mind.

Suddenly, a bright light burst out from Ah Lang's body, and then his body turned into nothing, and disappeared into the night sky in an instant.

Yu Jingting, the princess of the demon world, hurriedly looked around, but did not find any trace of Ah Lang......

Ah Lang is holding his hands behind him, standing proudly in the "Great Wilderness Mountain", and a peak hangs out of the void

At the end of the boulder, he was leisurely gazing up at the bright moon in the sky. His gaze was so leisurely, so calm, as if he was the only one between heaven and earth enjoying the sparkle of the moon and endless stars......

The night sky in the sky, full of moonlight and stars, full of gloom and gloom, standing at this end of the time, quietly watching the red dust and prosperous fireworks, it is still quiet from the past, clear water and blue sky, full of pink and green. A beautiful scenery, swirling with autumn rhyme. The leaves fall silently, and only then do you understand the desolation of autumn. Looking at the afterglow of the sunset, the gentle and plain notes are quiet, solidifying the marks of the years.

Buckle a song of the years, singing the cold mark of yesterday. I can no longer see the footprints of the past, nor can I look at the beginning when I came through. Only the sails of memory, numbly searching for altered routes, not knowing how to find a place to rest. The long phoenix song, how to sing the beautiful years.

When it is red again, I always remember the past and sigh for the past. The flowers floating in the sky sway in a variety of ways, as if staging a fantastic and peerless painting. It's just a pity that such a beautiful day, but I was left alone, wandering at the starting point of this thing is not human, and gradually looking for taste, I was lost in the dream-like years.

If there is fate in the previous life, I hope that every song of heaven will shake the sound of geese and sorrow my strings, waiting for you to come and harmonize. If there is a dream in this life, I would like to sincerely make a wish for you, your life is the warmest in my life, and your smile is my greatest wish. I only hope that you will go to this prosperous era together, in your gentle water, step by step, the spirit is interlocked, and in the years like water, you will grow old together.

Dancing in red, time passes quietly. Ask the world, who can not admit defeat to Nianhua, only let the sorrowful guest understand for a lifetime. The years are like pieces of red, crossing the dust of the world, and after some tossing, they are quietly buried in the loess, leaving only transparent scratches, blurred in the mind. I always touched it, and in the end I only let out a sigh and went to the past when I looked at the moon in the water.

The red dust is long, who is buried in deep affection? A volume of danqing, disturbing whose love? A song of lovesickness, resenting whose amorous eyes? Looking at the desolation of the end of the song, people are scattered; I can't write about the ups and downs of the origin and extinction; I can't see the nothingness of the flowers, the water and the moon. Whoever poured my city, whose heart did I bear? From then on, that touch of face was forgotten at the end of the world, burning incense in the previous life, but you missed the emotional lingering of a life, as the covenant oath is a beautiful dream around the yellow beam.

Red dust and rain, scattered splashes, dreams of past and present lives. I don't know if the memories have overlapped, after combing through the past life and the present life, in the lotus lake on the side, a water lotus flower quietly blooms. It is not fragrant and grabbing, it is not fragrant and heavy, it is only lightly opened, guarding its own time. Looking at the long years, carving the appearance of the old times, the mood is still the same as yesterday, not sad or afraid, not sad or sad. Looking at the sunset in the west, Ying Ying smiled lightly, as warm and beautiful as the first bloom.

On the journey, there are many things that people can't help themselves, and there are many encounters that they never forget. Dreams are in the sky, dreams are in front of you, dreaming, sailing in the sea, chasing the wind, tasting a leisurely. The passing years are shallow, even if the road ahead is full of thorns, the state of mind of the sea to tolerate everything, to examine life with the open-mindedness of the sea, and to paint the joys and sorrows of life into a thousand turns of the soul.

Taste a flower fragrance, fold a piece of sorrow, draw it on my face, let the world see, crush a piece of herbs, and hide a trace of sadness in my heart. Once you and I cut the candles in the west window by the thatched hut in the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, once you and I leaned on each other under the verdant Bodhi, once I polished your pen under the bright starry sky on a moonlit night...... How many times, my whispers, your whispers, all the time, linger in the days when the flowers bloom, and in those days, there is our most ignorant and purest love.

If the years are a song, then we are the singers, even if we are lonely, we will still stubbornly sing; if the years are a journey, then we are the walkers, and we dream and let life be abundant. How long is life? What kind of affectionate interpretation should be used in the passing years? Standing under the night sky, what you perceive is not only the insignificance of a drop in the ocean, but also the majesty of the mighty......

After sensing what was going to happen in the future, Ah Lang's emotions changed from initial shock, anger, and sadness...... Gradually returned to the heart of the virgin who was as immovable as ever, and the eyes also turned from the initial violent colorful lightning into a deep pool as quiet as a mirror, without a trace of ripples and fluctuations, let the storm and rain invade, I stood tall, waiting for everything to happen, everything to come......