The gods gave him a chance to bring up the frail you, to go and fight against the Gathering of Virtues Villa, to go to the battle of the gods and the ghosts, to go to the destiny of the uncertainty of life and death.... In the blood-stained dusk, you leaned against the narrow corner of the wall, looking at his rocky if the lone pine of the independent figure, wildly fighting the Xiong; looking at him like a God of the sky from the sun out of the air, forcing the mountains and rivers! You smiled shallowly, and only remembered in your heart, this man of the heavens, in the most tragic and helpless moments, even willing to use themselves to exchange you.
The heavens gave him another chance, let you accompany him, thousands of miles, to and from the search. From Yanmen Pass to the small mirror lake, this mountain a journey, water a journey, the wind and frost stained your face, but this is the most beautiful moment of your life, you to a plant like the Yumei soft posture, y chiseled into the bottom of the heart of the same as the rock, from now on, the soul of the dream together.
Then, God took you back.
So, the lonely star cold moon, twilight sky wilderness, desert wind cold, heroes tears.
So, all about you, repeated and repeated, reincarnated and reincarnated, bone into the marrow, is his life can not go out of the memory.
The Fugue .
The Wind Regrettable Bamboo Outside the Window of the Small Xuan Window
Dreaming of Swallow's Dock.
The moon is over the building,
and I can't remember what it was like to be there.
The first thing you need to know is how to get the best out of your life.
The "Sentimental Hatred on the Plateau"
The Heroes of the Long Contempt,
The Tears of the Little Mirror Lake.
The Butterfly Lovers' Flower - A Zi
Legend has it that every butterfly is the reincarnation of a flower.
I am amazed at the metamorphosis of this life, why so stubborn and persistent?
You said faintly, but because of the tragic love, can not give up, life is also, death is also, reincarnation is also, as long as there is him, will follow, no regrets.
Yes, Zi, no matter you become a flower, become a butterfly, meet him, also destined to become gray.
Butterfly Lovers.
The wind and rain sweeps the pear blossom for no reason,
The swallow in the hall of thanks,
Whose home is it that has been tumbled into?
The first time I saw this, I had to go back to the house to get a new one, but I didn't want to go back to the house.
The first time I saw the movie, I saw a man who was a good judge of character.
It was the first time I saw a man who was a good judge of character, and it was the first time I saw a man who was a good judge of character.
This is the first time I've ever seen a person with a high level of confidence in the world, and I'm not sure if it's a good idea to do so.
The Song of the Cave Immortal -- Wang Yuyan
The moonlight lightly sprinkled on your cheeks, covered with a layer of misty veil, he melted in your blurred and clear face. He chases after your shallow smile, he chases after your soft voice.
Loving someone is so heartbreaking, you frowned lightly, then, then throw yourself into the arms of another happiness. From now on, you can do whatever your heart desires.
In fact, you are also very simple, simple to have been stubbornly clinging to that near-obsession feelings. Reclining lightly in that warm embrace, shallow and smile; love does not need a reason, do not love the same does not need. In the sludge of the dry well, it is the moment that you identify a lifetime.
Cave Fairy Song Wang Yuyan
Clean Ying elegant show, since the ice muscle jade bone.
The night into the Luo path dyeing clear dew.
The embroidered curtains were rolled up, and a little cold moon peeped out,
The shadow of the flowers moved, and the remnants of the makeup messed up the paper and tear candles.
This is the first time I've seen a book on the subject, and I'm not sure who I'm talking to about it.
The swallows are nowhere to be seen,
Broken hearted in Xixia Road, the cliffs are dangerous and the wells are withered.
The clothes are getting wider and wider, and I'm a little bit haggard.
It's not like you're chasing the east wind,
It's just a little bit of sadness on your brow.
Ruyumengling -- Menggu
This is all like a dream. You got up from the fragrant tent of the Nine Beauties, and stroked your cheeks with a blush, and were dumbfounded.
The cool night winds blowing from the vegetative flowers, like water penetrating your light clothes.
You vaguely think, in the dream, is not also this ice like cold? But who is that? Who put you gently on his lap? Who scattered your long hair on his chest? Who touched your heart with a heartbeat of fear and helplessness? Who drove away the cold for your petal-like noble body ......
You covered your face and smiled with infinite shyness ......
The cuckoo under the moon began to cry, and you panicked and closed the window, fearing that it had spied on your dreams. ......
如梦令 梦姑
纤月黄昏庭院，
浅思冰宫容颜。
Where is that man?
Dreams of a cold, cold shirt.
Who has seen it?
Who sees?
It's a strange cloud.
The Eyes of Beauty -- Kang Min
You want every man to fall under your skirt, but you see the one who doesn't care to look at you in the midst of all the flowers.
How long-sleeved you are, you can't compare to a gentle look from Azhu.
In the apricot grove, on the outskirts of Xinyang, the heart of the machine was built long ago.
In the end, seriously hurt his heart, you still do not understand, holding, just demonic foam.
Eye charm Kang Min
Hairpin horizontal sideburns chaotic leaning on the pillow,
Lazy since the wind flow.
Autumn waves are full,
Sweet fragrance,
Wonderful as a silk willow.
The poplars fly by the wind without any determination,
and the clear weeds flow with the water.
At the meeting of the hundred flowers,
in the apricot grove,
the heart of the machine is in the reason.
The Sky of Apricot Blossoms -- Cheng Ying
The long ditch and the flowing moon go noiselessly, in the shadow of apricot blossoms, the piper blowing to the daybreak.
You leaned on the railing and blew -
Blowing on the illusory dream shadow of life, blowing all over the spring flowers, autumn and moon different landscapes.
Your elegant body, brushing the breeze.
Peach Blossom Islander's last heir, with such a gentle and sour very xiaojian, together with this sad love.
You are hidden in the mountains, do not want to leave this grass hut and bamboo fence, not to drift, not to seek -
Whether in the bottom of your deep heart, but also in the silent waiting - perhaps one day, he and his wife as a general person, will be stepping on the mountains, the moon and grass dew, unintentionally buckle the sound of the mountain.
Is it still waiting in your deep heart - perhaps one day he and his celestial wife will step on the mountain moon, grass and dew, and unintentionally knock on your door?
The Sky of Apricot Blossoms .
Jiangnan rain and smoke home road,
from the goodbye,
thousands of mountains with live.
The night is like water, the moon is slanting,
I have a dream,
I have a dream,
I have a dream that I can blow through the clouds.
I don't want to ask,
The red paper is small,
upside down and written in the depths.
The first thing you need to do is to look back and see if you can find a way to get to the top of the list.
The first thing you need to do is to look back and see if you can find a way to get to the top of the list.
The wind blew through the leaves of the Mushroom, flicked your white coat, which was as light as smoke, as flicked a piece of floating cloud, so ethereal and ethereal.
You are a woman of the heavens, you have entered the world by mistake, and gently stepped into the mountains and rivers of the qin and the sword, and you have caused countless grudges.
Sixteen years of separation, bitter? You smile lightly, the eyes have the softness of autumn water - when the most important person in your life appeared, in an instant, all the suffering is gently turned into smoke.
He held your hand, took you out of this desperate valley, plain green shirt, side by side, pointing to the sunset ancient wall. Dragon, you give him the only smile in this life, give him the only love in this life, give him the only attachment in this life, and then, is the only name in life - over the child.
Outside of space and time, I am also moved by this "over the child" - soft to the extreme, deep to the extreme, obsessed to the extreme, true to the extreme. This two words, can be embedded into a period of ancient legend, a period to the death of the tenderness. Your over the child, a lifetime, but also only for your obsession, only for you crazy, only for you to abandon this grudge, only for you to drift back to the landscape between ......
Tian Tian Zi .
Wild path slanting into the end of the South Mountain,
Cold chanting autumn color ancient tomb cold.
Snow is the skin and ice is the soul,
The moon is pale,
Onyx shirts,
Dancing wind and snow back to the jade sword.
The world is as lonely and proud as an orchid,
and the world is more open and far away than the clouds.
Softly as a dream, a short period of time,
sixteen years,
lovesickness dye,
hand in hand to go back to hiding between the five mountains.
"Remembering the Boys" -- Li Mochou
When he turned away, you were already dead, and all that was left in the world was a broken hearted body.
Everything about him is like a brand that burns your broken heart.
You are too fragile heart can not withstand extreme happiness and extreme pain, so, when the oaths such as sand like flying, you hold the dust, also want him to know, what is called despair and sadness, cruelty and betrayal.
Remembering the young man Li Mochou
The wind and moon are merciless,
The old tour is like a dream,
Vermilion face secretly changed.
The old court is here,
Not the swallows in front of the hall.
Life is a love affair,
Hate has nothing to do with it,
the wind and the moon.
Heaven and earth
Parasitic grass -- Guo Fu
You can be counted as one of the most proud women in the "Divine Eagle".
You have a skin like jade, you have a face like Nymphaea's dew, you have the arrogance and extravagance of an aristocratic maiden, and the disdain of a superior.
You do not care about his self-importance, nor do you care about the legend of his talent, you do not care about the world's best women, all of them put thousands of tenderness in his palm, as he arbitrarily roasted.
You not only disdain, more hate.
You hate his uninhibited arrogance, hate his smile when he is depressed, hate his dumping of the madness, hate his shocked by the world of the obsession of the common people.
What you hate most is that he looks at you as if he were a piece of gravel.
However, there is a kind of emotion, he is not in your eyes, not in your eyebrows, but in your deep heart, such as grass parasites, can not own ......
Parasitic grass .
Peach blossom leaning on the Chinese garden,
Run Yu cage raw silk incense warm,
Spring into the heart of the worry a little,
Fang love *** fight national affairs chaotic,
Xiangcheng by the rail on the wolf smoke.
The first time I saw you was when I was a kid, and I was a kid, and I was a kid.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in the world for a long time.
This is the first time I've ever seen a man in the world who has been in the world for a long time.
You just let go of everything in such a hollow way, anesthetizing yourself in the fireworks of memory, only wishing that this dream would never wake up.
Ten thousand feet of damask, can not resist the coarse cloth ugly shirt; floating neon cloud belt, can not resist the solid gold shackles.
The happiest thing about you is not the supreme honor, but the warmth of your smile.
The most extravagant life is just to stay by his side and be a little girl.
Thinking of a faraway person Xiao Zhao
Decaying orchids and withered grasses and the slightest of autumn dews,
Thousands of miles of thoughts of the chivalrous man.
Eternally separated from the east and the west,
The water is deep and the waves are wide,
Where can I send a letter?
Tying my heart to a thread,
I will weave it into the clouds.
When I think of my farewell,
The hairpin is colorless,
The brocade is heavy.
The Lady's Crown -- Zhao Min
The lights flashed and crumbled in the center of the waves, and the ripples were like tiny kisses touching the soles of your feet. You sat naughtily on the edge of the pool, blinking your eyes more wisely than the stars.
The light lifting of the corners of your lips leaked out your heart. In the secret passage of Green Willow Manor, his hand was so gentle, so gentle that your heart rippled with the lake water in the manor.
If he is a piece of warm green jade, you are the heart to carve his craftsmen: exhaustion of mind, pouring family money, with a lifetime of tenderness to bind him.
Tomorrow, he will again draw your eyebrows, in the shape of willow leaves.
Women's Crown Zhao Min
Feasts are set in green willows,
Ling Fu's drunken guest is a wonderful organ.
Small wine shop,
Rouge lips,
warm wine, jade cheeks.
Leaving behind all the mundane things,
Come and hide in the peach blossom garden.
It's a pleasure to draw the eyebrow at leisure,
with a smile.
"A Bunch of Flowers" -- Cheng Lingsu
The flowers bloomed faintly into a touch of melancholy light blue, and the people laughed faintly, with icy and lonely faces.
The wind in the Valley of the Medicine King is very light, with the warm fragrance of begonias, and then the slanting sun outside the mountain, and the few deep forests are nearly transparent in your eyes - you would have long been accustomed to this kind of loneliness.
In that oblique dusk, you stride towards you, towards your unexpected heart --
The most helpless thing in the world, is not this edge?
You look at him quietly, in the depths of his eyes, see another figure.
The bright light purple dress, dulled the light blue, you followed closely behind him, but as far away as a thousand mountains.
But, even after a thousand mountains, how do you open the door to his heart?
You smiled sadly, bent down, with petal-like soft lips, to suck the world's most cruel strange poison --
You saw him in tears, every drop of tears have your shadow.
You know that in the coming year, wherever this tear has been splashed with moisture, a clump of blue flowers will be born, and its name is - forget-me-not.
A clump of flowers . Cheng Ling Su
This eve set foot to visit the Dongting Lake,
slanting glory shine Yan Su.
The winds of the mountains are moving the spring hoe,
and the grasses are sprouting,
and the fields are green.
The elves in the valley of medicines,
the mechanism is hard to predict,
except for the king who can control the poison?
The two horsemen rode a thousand miles,
and the man was in a deep place.
The clouds have a shadow, the moon has no heart,
The rain is also bitter,
The dream is in the residual place.
Ice and jade bones,
a lapel of sadness,
.
The flying horse galloped through the ancient road, raising a burst of dust, and in the cold wind, there seems to be your tear marks.
Is it true that every love has to shed tears in the end?
Is not every love to the end, have to be heartbroken?
The first time I saw this movie, I was so happy to see you.
The first time I saw this movie, it was a very good one, but it's not a good one.
The heroes are laughing at me,
and my heart is in love with you.
One inch of tenderness, one inch of sadness,
The heart is broken, and I don't regret meeting you.
The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you.
The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you, I was so happy to see you.
Nian Nujiao -- Shuang'er
The smile on his face, the bright pupils of his eyes, reflected his dismay. I'm not sure how I know that this scared little kid will be the one you'll be clinging to for the rest of your life!
With him you traveled thousands of miles on ice and snow, for him you picked the candlelight, with a delicate heart, a delicate finger, restored the map of a thousand pieces of unknown ten thousand pieces.
Good twin children, just for him a happy smile, just for him a joyful call?
When and where did this slippery, otherworldly spirit break into your heart and become your heaven, your earth, your whole world?
"Slave this infatuation, partial collision, mercurial a you ......" you dainty smile, in your gentle palm, he is a grain by the happiness of tripping. That is not bound by the elves, has also been unknowingly, by your meticulous tenderness, can not return to ......
Nian Nujiao Shuang'er
Cold wind white clothes, the new ghosts cry,
Li Li Li Zi Gui blood cries.
Shocked, I thought,
Pretty, pretty, pretty woman.
Double maids of hair, eyebrows like the moon,
Smiling face, pro-questioning language.
The Prodigal Son is a slippery one,
and the Jade Man can sigh!
Willow Green -- Wen Qing
Is it true that the moment you boarded the boat, his shadow had already taken root in your eyes? Even a fragrant heart has fallen without realizing it.
He is not a literati, but so focused on listening to the sound of not knowing the slightest thing, do you, love is this serious?
The golden serpent dances wildly, and it is your father's unwilling soul that sends him to you. You will not hesitate to hold on to this full happiness.
Dressed in men's clothing foot flow, even the vigilance of the guards are for you this "scholar" love, secretly laughing at you, but can not let go of a Jiu.
You don't know, so serious he was, as early as in the moment of the Qingjiao slightly drunk, identified the real you ......
Liu slightly green Wenqing
Mountains quiet flower silence,
Water show grass green,
Qingjiao slightly drunk.
The pear moon,
the willow wind,
sitting in the spring shade.
The most important thing is to be able to see and hear what is going on in the world, and to be able to see what is going on in the world.
The Spring of the Imperial Terrace -- A Jiu
The night drums of the Forbidden City resounded through the world of the Great Ming, but they were annihilated in the memory of fireworks.
The relentless night wind wanders through the silent space, and whose face is awakened in the jade-adorned and tasseled Jiu Hua tent?
The sandalwood incense in front of the Buddha has been shortened inch by inch, and the golden cage of acacia cries out with a cry.
The willow by the Royal Court pool is no longer tied to the flying silk; twilight clouds in the blue stream, petals of pink with the passing of the water, the dark change of the years.
Top of the towering Huashan Mountain, three thousand troubles, a lamp, accompanied by the end of the world, traveling through the wind and rain Jianghu Road.
Didai Chun A Jiu
The grass is blue, luxuriant all over the South Strand.
The warmth and redness of the flotsam and jetsam are all the colors of yesterday.
Remembering the bed of teeth and the red tent,
With half-converged brows, the quilt was slightly open.
To this day, I'm a guest at the end of the world, but I'm not a guest at the end of the world.
Sadness is still weaving;
Tears are wiped away in secret, and then dripped again;
The sandalwood incense is burned out;
The lamp is still sad.
It's been a long time since I've had a chance to be with you.
It's been a long time since I've had a chance to forget.
And I also ask the scales,
How can I find the news again?
The Fragrance of Heaven -- Princess Xiang Xiang
On the bank of the Spirit River above the Nine Heavens, there is a plant that exudes an exquisite fragrance, the Jiangzhu Grass. It sucks in the wind and drinks the dew, and cultivates into a spirit of ice.
Lonely in the sky, it sneaks down to the mortal world, experiencing all kinds of ugliness in the world with its spotless spirit body.
Are you now back on the banks of the Spirit River? How did you spend the long silent mornings and evenings?
You are like the bright crescent moon in the sky, any dark clouds can't cover that gentle eyes; your original clarity is like the snow of the heavenly mountains, a thousand winds can't blow away that whiteness.
You a smile can take away the soldiers in the hands of the dry, you a smile can move the whole Hui Walled City into the corner of the palace,
However, your whole heart, but can not be tied to another chest of the world's people.
Short songs end, the moon is missing. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get the best out of you.
The heavens have withdrawn the most precious bounty of this world, the grassland, how many flowers dimmed the face ......
Tianxiang Xiangxiang Princess
YiYou swim in the Nine Heavens, walk the Spirit River,
Fluorescent Jiangzhu ice spirit.
Clean as the crescent moon, clear as the sky snow,
Dense dark fragrance in the sleeve.
The winds of the ancient Gang,
It is difficult to blow the crystal heart.
One of the most important things to remember is the fact that you have to be able to see your own eyes, and you have to be able to see your own heart.
A few times I was shocked,
Night was silent, the song ended and the moon was missing.
It's a good idea to remember the first time I saw you in the clear stream, and I'm sure you'll be happy to see you again.
There is no place to hide from the sorrows,
The fragrance of the soul is broken, and the blood of the blue blood has been extinguished.
But I don't want to hurt the butterfly.
The Magnolia Flower -- Huo Qingtong
Through the dusty flying sand, I saw the water's edge, a touch of delicate yellow edge of the bamboo to rely on, slightly trembling buds low to the sky of the snow lotus.
Is that you? The yellow shirt of the green feather that is proud of the thousands of horses and the thousands of soldiers, the yellow shirt of the green feather that burns in that person's obsessive gaze and still leaves the dust?
The original strong behind, is the first snow like easy to melt feelings.
Love is now love. She and he, the same is your deep love. The world is so tricky, so that he and you in just a hair's breadth away from rubbing past, toward you also love her.
The lotus in the snow quietly blooming fragrance, that smear of tender yellow, has long been filled with morning dew ......
Mulan Hua Huo Qingtong
Moon reflecting the sword cold turquoise plume,
Wind whistling sand and snow goose yellow shirt.
The two swords of the king are in white,
The red flag is in hibiscus felt.
It's getting late in the game,
The luan mirror is changing its face.
Though you have failed me,
I do not regret the past.
Su Mou Zhi -- Ren Yingying
Long tassels, the Luo Curtain light cold, delicate clouds flying over the balustrade of the platform, a young girl is about the figure of a beautiful, hidden cover.
The bamboo curtains are sparse, clear dew tantalizing, she leaned on the begonias drifting down in front of the window, a leisurely piping, blowing through the Blackwood Cliffs of the pale sky and distant mountains.
The morning of the morning, the morning of the day.
The sun and the moon are alternating in your talent and splendor. The mountains are also moving, the clouds are also affectionate. She asked herself, in this world, can there be a person, for me a pillar and a string to wait for this Jinsei general Chinese years?
The geese are silent, the wind is silent.
In this world, the women who are as noble and elegant as you are, are all on white cranes, along with the immortal bone handsome husband, to the outside of the nine heavens to make xiao lead phoenix.
And you, but across the lane of Luoyang that a forest of bamboo, was a young disciple of Huashan school of love y impressed.
Even if the world contempt, even if the little sister suspected of abandonment, you are still so tender, so shy to treasure him in the bottom of the deep heart. Love him, do not care how many kinds of memories in his story; love him, if life must be separated, then, death will never abandon each other.
Your water lily like heart, only care with such a spring, laughing and proud of the world, white hair thousand years -
Only care with such a person, with the same singing and harmony, with the same chanting and oh, the same song and song.
Su Moujie .
The Green Bamboo Lane,
The path is long,
The hand is like jade,
The piano is open for you,
The strings are picking up the flowing water to wash away the guest's sorrows,
Between the eyebrows and the heart,
Thousands of knots of lilacs.
Dew stains the clothes,
The ancient temple is cool,
Don't make a clean blowjob,
This sound is the most heart-breaking.
Who is the king of the Blackwood Cliff?
The world is a place of laughter and pride,
What's the harm in ****ing?
Rain Lin Bell -- Yue Ling Shan
In the lost thousand years of the Tang Dynasty, there is a song "Rain Lin Bell" is extremely poignant.
Deep in the long night, deep in the palace, there is a lonely emperor, through the window, listening to the dashing cold rain, eaves bells ringing, the cold wind attacked into the tent, this night is so bleak. He loved the woman, he personally gave death, Mawei mountain water is far, is your soul to return, with the wind and rain ringing, for me to tell the heart?
Little sister, this legend, is it your reincarnation?
But on such a rainy night, who will be at the window for you?
Tian Tian Zi .
Wild path slanting into the end of the South Mountain,
Cold chanting autumn color ancient tomb cold.
Snow is the skin and ice is the soul,
The moon is pale,
Onyx shirts,
Dance wind back to the snow jade sword.
The world is as lonely and proud as an orchid,
and the world is more open and far away than the clouds.
Softly as a dream, a short period of time,
sixteen years,
lovesickness dye,
hand in hand to go back to the five mountains.
The Butterfly Lovers .
The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night.
The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night, I was in the middle of the night.
The first time I saw this, I had to go back to the house, and then I had to go back to the house, and then I had to go back to the house, and then I had to go back to the house.
The first time I saw the movie, I saw a man who was a good judge of character.
It was the first time I saw a man who was a good judge of character, and it was the first time I saw a man who was a good judge of character.
The first time I saw this, it was a very good time for me, and I was very happy to see it.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world.