Even if it is a long life of boiling wine and tea, in the end, it is empty to wash all the lead and make a vain statement. Even if it is a bamboo forest that is hidden and never forgotten for two lives, in the end, it is just a lonely goose in autumn. Even if it is a long and splendid three-book pen and ink, in the end, the prosperity will fade away, but don't break your bowels. Even if they are wandering all over the world as their home, in the end they will meet and become enemies, but they will never see each other. Even if it is five cups of turbid wine with white hair, in the end, it turns into a song, but he looks at the moon alone. Even if it is a six-foot long sword leaning on the sword, in the end, the smoke and strife are only half a world of desolation. Even if he is drunk and lying on the battlefield, the seven stars are upside down, in the end, Iron Horse Jingo is just a false dream. Even if it is an ambush with thousands of arrows in all directions, in the end, prosperity will never be able to survive the chaos of the red dust. Even if it is a nine-song series of soldiers coming to the city, in the end, the six armies will not send it, but they will be obsessed with evil fate.

The world is drunk, drunk and dreams of death, the world is stupid, and the infatuation does not regret the love of three lives. The years have passed, and the flowers have bloomed and the snow has melted again. The green silk has been replaced with a white head, who knows how many times in this life? The night is dark, the warm wine is fragrant, the long drunk and the flowers sleep, and the pink and red of the half garden dissolves the moon. The mountains are in their prime, their clothes are plain, and they are writing a few volumes of old things, singing and making songs. The bamboo dock is cold, and the sound of the piano is empty. The book is a few words clear, and it is dormant from sorrow. It's hard to give up, it's hard to stay, the flowers are on the moonlit night, and in the blink of an eye, it becomes sand between the fingers. It's better to live and live, forget each other in pairs, and go back, see the green mountains faint, the flowing water, and look at the end of the world. That year, Chang'an was full of flowers, and I heard the spring breeze crying blood outside the Saiwai. A dream is captivating, who is soft, and finally the lingering begins, and the strange way leaves. The half-window is sparse, a dream for a thousand years, and the piano song Xiao Xiao flute is pitiful. Use my desolation for a lifetime of joy for your life. The drama enters the painting, and the end of the world is a lifetime. The play is put on makeup, and the song is over.

Shake a cinnamon oar, invite you to warm the river boating, are you willing? The river is a little deeper, but it is the river formed by the confluence of the longing stream, true love can't sink, not to mention my affectionate eyes hugging you, you are still worried? You are still worried? You must know that the arms of love will take you to the Moon Palace to drink a cup of osmanthus brew Take a gust of breeze and invite you to be obsessed with the top of the mountain to watch the sun, are you willing? The mountain is a little higher, but there are steps made of love stones, and the true love can't fall, not to mention that I silently pray to protect you, you are still worried? You must know that the arms of pity will carry you to the top of the peak to watch the bright sunshine.

If, the breeze and drizzle, the time is quiet, can you allow me, childhood sweethearts hanging sideburns; If the spring flowers bloom and the red sleeves add fragrance, can you allow me to have a good aftertaste of sheng songs; If the years are prosperous and the flood is encountered, can you allow me, a thousand wisps of concern and lovesickness; If the moon is full in the West Building, alone, can you allow me to meet a lover and always rely on each other; If the ink is dyed for many years, and the lovesickness is dyed, can you allow me to promise to connect the branches and compare the wings; If the flowers bloom and Shaohua is ignorant, can you allow me to not change only you in this life; If the candle shadow is lonely, The strings are lonely, can you allow me to meet and meet; If, the red dust of Qianmo, the prosperity and splendor, can you allow me, the fate is thin and cool, the more memories; If you are like a dream, and you are intoxicated, can you allow me to lean on my back into a double period.

The red face is short, and the dust is hard to break. The moon shadow is intoxicating, and the mist is heart-warming. Tomorrow's peach blossoms, they look like each other in their dreams. Lying and laughing in the spring breeze, as much as you can be affectionate. The lonely shadow leaned against the window and looked at the cold, and the Yiren combed the old wounds alone, and it was difficult to complain about the lock in the heart, and the next day had to be cold and cold. Who is with me, and we have mercy on the people of Iraq in the dust? The red dust is deep in the dust, and no one has pity for it. The screen is long and the night is long, and the joys and sorrows are old in the photo building. Lifting the pen and putting it aside does not write, and the white paper is drunk and tears stretch.

The night cloud wind leans on the sword and climbs the high platform, sending spring eyes leisurely. The hazel covers the mounds, and the grass hides the deep valley. The phoenix bird sings in the West Sea, and wants to collect no precious wood. Where the Owls live, the Artemisia is full of all tribes. Jin Feng is declining, and the poor side is crying. The sword is a double dragon, and the snowflakes shine on the hibiscus. The essence of light shoots the heavens and the earth, and the thunder is unstoppable. As soon as I went to the gold box, I lost my respect.

Even if it is the mountains and rivers that have reigned in the world for ten years, in the end, Shaohua will be lonely for all eternity. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star. Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles. Brushing off the clothes and going away, hiding deep with the name. Idle over the letter tomb drink, take off the sword and kneel forward. will scorch Zhu Hai and persuade Hou Huan. Three cups of Turannuo, Wuyue is light. After the eyes are dazzled and the ears are hot, the spirit is born. The bones of the arson are fragrant, and he is not ashamed of the world. Who can write Your Excellency, the white head is too mystical.

When the rainstorm comes, the pear blossoms fly, and the heart is empty and sad. The wind stops, the dust falls, and the remnants of the flowers fall and it is difficult to return! And now, the phoenix is gone, and the phoenix is empty. There is only a glimpse of you, but I have a glimpse of a bland and far-reaching attitude towards the world, light, light, never dominated by all things, I am alone in the turbidity, the cicada sheds and drags down, only willing to hold the bright moon and end. A piece of tobacco by the river, a piece of vegetarian. Acquaintance with Jun Chu is like returning to an old friend. The heart is like a double wire net, and there are thousands of knots in it. The world is safe and perfect, and it lives up to its promise. The sword rises and falls, and the love is broken, and there is no regret. In the afterlife, you cross me, in fact, fiber optic cables. The butterfly dream in the west building is unforgettable, and the weeping willow is purple in the east of Luocheng. The silver hair on the river, Tiangong had no choice but to marry. The silver dress is elegant, and the dancing is gorgeous. Frost point grass house, thin wine and laughter accompanied by tea. Yuzhu once remembered the phoenix tour, people are not seen, and the water is empty.

He is the eternal sword god! He, with his wife, one person and one sword, thousands of vines, are all dead! He, the sword destroys the avenue invincible in the world! He, the sword intent lasts forever! He, known as one of the two swords in the world! He, the demon god tea poison the world, and the husband and wife died together to destroy the demon god! He, who fell into the red dust and searched for his wife thousands of times, looked back on 10,000 years, and loved Yiren.

The autumn wind, passing through the dust, between the clouds and water, silent, guarding in the red dust, waiting for an agreement. : Time is quiet, with the king, the water flows through the years, with the king, the prosperity is exhausted, and the old man. 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 love each other, I am not fortunate to stay together, the sea and the moon are eternal.

After the change of wind and dust, they both fell into the rivers and lakes. Therefore, it has also achieved a period of turmoil.

The night cloud phoenix fell in a riverside meadow in the eastern part of King's Landing. At this moment, the sword skills of his life were sealed in the depths of his soul at the last moment of his death in his previous life. However, the memories of past lives were brought to the earth along with reincarnation.

At this moment he turned his head and looked around him as empty as a wilderness, and there was nothing else but the little grass full of sorrow, which accompanied his sad mood.

Night clouds and phoenixes shouted to the sky, "want to stay together, difficult to look at each other, people are sad at the end of the world; love is fleeting, hatred is also long, the lights are hesitant; walking thousands of mountains, wading thousands of waters, two lines of tears on the line of thought; spring flowers bloom, autumn leaves fall, leaving residual fragrance after prosperity; looking at the sky, sighing the bright moon, the shape of a single shadow is only melancholy; the wine is strong, the heart is also drunk, the shirt is light sleeves dancing and flying; thinking of autumn water, thinking of the Yi people, close to the end of the world comparable to mandarin ducks; the past life, the debt of this life, the dream of reincarnation of red dust. The sorrowful sky, the lingering sorrow, under whose piano music softened into a thousand heart knots? The moon falls and cries, and whose wind and frost are sung for a thousand years? When a smile provoked infatuation, it was destined to be in the red dust, and I wanted to go through a thousand years of entanglement with you. Tonight, I couldn't help but get drunk in the wind and waning moon in my previous life. In the depths of the lotus flowers, on the shore of the willows, the smoke and rain are still the vast sea and the memory of this life, the wind and smoke flow over the years, the red dust in the hand, the morning and twilight, and the condensation of the word for love. The two depend on each other, like a flower attachment, you are my only warmth, not negative, prosperous lips lingering. On that day, the sky was cloudy, as I was in the mood. Stepping on the broken sentimentality, closing my eyes, I can't remember your complete smile, thousands of years of red dust, at this moment, there is a lingering sadness, and my world begins to snow. Then he fell asleep again.

A few years later, Ye Yunfeng woke up with his eyes open, leaving behind Dugu's life, the only tears. "Gu Ruoxi, we used to be in the sea and water, except that Wushan is not a cloud, take the second flower bush lazy review, half of the cultivation and half of the king. And now, hey. ”

Then he leaned over and stood up, patted himself on the back, and walked towards the distant sunset. The afterglow of the sun and twilight obliquely illuminates the lonely figure of the night cloud phoenix. Looking from afar, the corners of the melancholy mouth, hiding under the serious back, the oppressive air fills the surroundings.

As night fell, three or four hundred thousand people lit up the streets of King's Landing under the flickering lights of colorful neon lights. And Ye Yunfeng was groggy on the street, thinking about his wife Gu Ruoxi, pondering in her heart: The verdant willow silk, how can it compare to your hair, the green ripples, how can it compare to your eyes, and sometimes, I stare at your jade photo at the head of the bed, I feel that the whole world is forever immersed in the bright spring light. Now that you're not with me, you feel like this beautiful world is withering, hey.

Bow your head, take out the flask at your waist, and drink it all. His lonely figure wandered through the streets. It's getting late, it's getting late, it's getting late......