Three hundred poems, in a word, think without evil. A thousand tunes are played, and a single day is used to hear them, and to think of the spirit. A thousand chants in a play, a dance to pour out, bu

Three hundred poems, in a word, think without evil. A thousand tunes are played, and a single day is used to hear them, and to think of the spirit. A thousand chants in a play, a dance to pour out, burying the flowers. The game of chess will be played in a hundred pieces. Three hundred poems, in a nutshell, think without evil. A thousand pieces of music are played in one day, and a single dance is heard, and the mind is raised to the spirit. A hundred pieces of chess, a cry for the end, burning ink eyes. A single glance is the best way to enjoy the splendor of three thousand colors, and to remember the sea ink. After a hundred years, one person will stay alone in the world, remembering the spirit. Ten thousand flowers, withered in a single night, remembering Aning. The wind is a thousand bundles, once for the dispersion of the Dien Yi Pan. A hundred streams of water, a leak for the clear, pity Huo Xiu. A thousand layers of snow are melted in one night, and the moon is half full. A thousand butterflies, a song for the dance, love Wen Jin. A thousand rounds of scenery, a thought of stopping, a stranger in three provinces. The moon is a wheel, a cloud is a cover, pity for the cluster. Thousands of vines, one difference for the winding, the illusion of a chain. Clouds, a wind for the drive, said Su Wan A cup of wine, to your Zhang Qiling no hurt, no tears, no love, no hate, no joy, no sadness, passing by a few square smoke and fire blowing, no one to accompany. Two cups of wine, to honor your little three masters ten years of emaciation, ten years of unrepentant, ten years of catching up with each other, Changbai Mountain, no old taste, two lines of tears. Wine three cups, to your solution Yu Chen long hair often hanging, Chang'an is not ashamed , long song for whom, the game a empty defeat, a thousand regrets. Wine four cups, to your black blind king to enjoy, king yao river and mountain, the king is difficult to return to the peace, ink shadow, a raid was blood-stained, the day is too cold. Wine five cups, to your Wu Sansheng white sideburns, white years, white lies, Xisha seabed can be lingering, and then disappear. Wine six cups, to your brave Panzi passed tomorrow, passed away years, passed away face, Zhangjiajie life in addition to the risk, so that people pity. Wine seven cups, to you WangFatZi half life emaciated, half drunk , half know the taste of sadness, Banai a glimpse of the empty sadness, the end of the self-regret