2007.4.2, Armored Cavalry

There is no place for the Xiao Sejiang sky, and there are several sounds of Qiang flutes.

It used to be that a person with a cup of tea could spend the long night calmly, with the stars as the lamp, the clouds as the clothes, and the wind as the song.

At that time, in the dark world, arrogant ignorance and shallow almost proud, coldly faced the rising tide and the flowers blooming and falling.

Stunned by the world, who is with the words.

The dwelling was once full of wind and frost, and the smoke finally had to rain.

A roll of fairy road, half a world of smoke and dust. Ask the pedestrians on the road, and the sage is safe. It has been pointed all over the country, north and south of the river.

Xu is the arrangement of providence in the dark, a click in the middle of boredom, a residual drunkenness after unfinished intentions, leading me in, and returning to the earth in spring.

Since then, the end of the world has been in the grass, and there are outsiders singing in the blue fall, and there is no regret in the yellow spring. Seeing that the 90,000 miles of clouds are not lonely, and the 8,000 bright moons are swaying, crying with joy.

Friends of the fairy road, those who are amazing, those who are full of literary talents, those who are full of joys and sorrows, and those who are sincere and sexual, are like stars, like the sea, and they are in the middle of it.

When you are ignorant, you can understand the reason by asking your friends to teach you, when you are frustrated, you can talk to your friends to relieve your worries, when you are watching your friends, you can recite the case, and when you listen to your friends' wonderful arguments, you can bathe your body and mind. Making friends like this is really a proud thing in life.

Nanze Yunxia steamed, and the north building was reported in the mud.

immortal

That Lingzhi is used as a meal, and the phoenix feather is a broom; that person in the Divine Domain, who is the only one born to me, has he also had a young age? He has ever smirked at someone coquettishly, right? On the white paper, the pink little hands have also danced awkwardly, right?

Isn't it......

Is it because heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs? Is it possible for an eternal life to pierce through all the joys and sorrows in the world, like stone fire and phantoms?

When the sword that can cut everything falls, is there really peace in the heart? There is no longer a thought, no more pain, just like the solemn mountains and rivers, no matter the vicissitudes of the sea, they are also silent and indifferent.

If this is the way of heaven, if this can become a god, I would rather die. At least death can justify me in answering, "I don't see it!"

Don't talk to me about great love and ruthlessness, and I am a layman who can't understand it. The raging waves have abandoned countless small fish on the dry shores, and knowing that it is impossible to send them all back to the homeland of life, I would like to ask you to help, please reach out and pick it up, and then throw it back into the arms of your mother, even if it is just one, yes, even if it is just one, because for this fish, it is very important.

road

There are many roads, there are right paths and shortcuts, and the side of the road may be flowers or thorns. I am not a sage, I hesitate when I am frustrated, I fall when I am dark.

Destined to bear the curse, what path will he choose? Bloody, brutal, shameless, or both? I don't hate him, and I don't pity him. That position that is high up and can ignore everything does have crazy capital, and in the face of this temptation, I believe I will make the same choice.

Power, who has not tasted it, has no right to speak. It's sweet at the entrance, it's beautiful at the top, and when you really get it, there's no more restraints, no rules, the world is vast, and you can fly to your heart's content.......

When you are drunk, you will feel that the whole world is yours......

Perhaps, maybe the unequaled prince also struggled to escape from the throne of the smile, but he failed. I'm going to fail too, so I hate myself, I pity myself.

smoke

What is the most important thing in a person's life? There are many answers, some say lucky.

A talented and peerless young general went into battle for the first time, was hit by a stray arrow, and was drowned in the long river of history, unknown. If he survives, he will definitely be able to rewrite history, but unfortunately he is dead, and all he owes is a little luck, so it is clear what is most important.

Is that really the case?

If you didn't have that arrow, and at the same time, you didn't have the ability to be so talented and peerless, would you still know who he was?

Are you ready for luck when it strikes you?

Lingyi is ready, and when luck strikes, she can face the future with a smile. Xiying didn't have it at all, she closed herself tightly in a small courtyard, and only occasionally glanced at the wall when the spring blossom was deep, and then retreated. What immortals, what dragon maidens, all defeated in front of that mutilated face. Giving up all hope, just like her title, Goddess of Storms, destruction is the only melody.

The arrival of the awakening word is a disaster, there is no soul resonance, there is no tenderness of two hearts, and afterwards it is a dream, and there is no trace when you wake up. Could it be that just because Xingyan is the protagonist, this matter has transformed into a favor? Who can you blame, is it Xingyan? or Meng Hou? Why? Why didn't Xiying slash this disciple with a knife at that time?

Because of loneliness, because no one can overcome loneliness. From the very beginning, Xiying was defeated, with no longing, no one to talk to, and could only cry repeatedly in unfounded dreams, waking up, but it was just a flash of light that occasionally entered his dream. Don't blame anyone, you should drink the wine you brew yourself.

Are you ready for luck when it strikes you?

dust

In the past, I was gentle, but I hope that the Si people will be drunk for a long time, and tonight's soul dreams are frightened, because there is a moon like tears

I don't want to, I don't want to, I don't dare to look at the moment of eternal separation that day, because I know that even if we are together again, it is only for the sake of being separated again.

I don't want to think about it, I don't dare to think about it, I just quietly wait for that moment to come, and then watch the clouds open and the clouds disperse, and listen to the laughter as usual. It's just that when you hold the last glass of wine that I have poured for me, what kind of expression and what mood should I use to drink it all......