Husband 50 years of work has not yet been established, carry a sword independent of the eight deserts.
The capital has made friends with all the strange men and women, and they are looking forward to each other's **** life and death.
The history of a thousand years is a shame, a piece of the heart to report the son of heaven.
It is a great honor to be a part of the army of Tianhanbin, and to be a part of Nanshan Mountain, where the snow is so bright and the jade is so jagged.
Whoa! Although the three households of Chu can be killed Qin, there is no hall of China empty no one.
-- "Golden Error Knife line" Lu You
Jin Yong novels in the poem: Flying Fox - all the love will be, impermanence is difficult to get a long time. The world is full of fear, and life is in danger from the morning dew. Love is the cause of sorrow, love is the cause of terror. If one is free from love, there is neither worry nor terror. The Eight Parts of the Heavenly Dragon - One of the Green Shirt is walking along the dangerous peak, the moonlight of the jade wall is bright. Horses are fast and scented, cliffs are high and people are far away, and the slightest step produces lines on the hubs. Who's son and who's home, the first has no plan to regret the sentimentality. The tiger's roar and the dragon's roar, changing nests and luan phoenixes, the sword's breath and the blue smoke. The second Su Muzha has always been obsessed and has been drunk ever since. The water pavilion to listen to the fragrance, pointing to the group of heroes play. Drinking a thousand cups of men's affairs, apricot groves, discussing the righteousness of life. The reason in the past, today's intention. Hu Han enmity, must pour hero tears. Though thousands of people I go, quietly standing Yanmen, the wall has no word. The third broken formation son of a thousand miles as if a dream, eyes as starry. The cattle and goats on the plug are empty promises, and there is an old alliance by the side of the candle. I'm going to be able to get a good deal on the way to the next day," he said. With my bare hands, I slayed bears and fought tigers, and with my golden spear, I swept away the bandits and fought fierce battles. The grass and trees are left with cast iron skulls, and the insects and creatures are frozen in the cold and their palms are turned into ice. The heroes are bound by their swagger. The fourth song of the Cave Immortal is about winning and losing, and about being counted by people. I have no one to worry about, but the sky is dark and the earth is dark. The stars are shifting, the winds are blowing, and the clouds at the misty peaks are in chaos. Red face old fingers, flash of fame, dream real, real language real fantasy. The same laugh, in the end, all things are empty, confused drunk, love long count short. I can't solve the problem of anger and greed. When will you break your heart? The fifth Water Dragon Yin Yan Yun eighteen flying riders, galloping like a tiger wind smoke lift. The old devil is a clown, he can't take a single blow, and the victory is not worth the effort. The king of the world, the sea of blood and hatred, all return to the dust. The thought of vainly seeking beauty, good fortune, at the bottom of the dry well, sludge. After the wine, I ask you three words, for whom to open, tea flowers all over the road. The king's grandchildren are in a state of despair, how can they survive, Yang Zhi Yu Dew. I have nothing to fear from the glory of the world and the life and death of the floating clouds. Teaching Shan Yu to break the arrow, the six armies will not be easy to fight the anger of heroes. The Legend of the Archery Heroes - Little Peach Blossoms on its own without a Master Tobacco is vast with evening crows A few ruined walls surround the old wells One by one, there are remnants of soldiers' fires The poor villages are only a few No one fights for the dawn ferry Cold Sand under the Remaining Moon Wang Chuyi Sings Knowing the Male and Keeping the Female Knowing the White and Keeping the Black Knowing the Honor and Keeping the Shame For the Wayfarer, the One Who Loses Loses Losses and Losses is Even Wunderwunder Eunuch's Love Poem With Zhou Botong 4 Machines Love Poem of Love and Dove Weaving Wanting to Fly Twice Pitying that the Old Man Is Not Old Yet First White in the Spring The waves and the blue grass In the depths of the dawn cold, they bathe each other in red clothes. Seven sheets of music The spring silkworm spits out a single thread of silk, don't make it easy to cut the silk, but for no reason, the silk is broken. The immortal luan and the colorful phoenix are dressed in two different clothes. Nine sheets of music Double flights, double leaves, and double branches. Since ancient times, there are so many partings. From the beginning to the end, I will tie up my heart across a single thread of silk. Huang Rong sang the song with Lu Hsiang Feng, and they let go their boat to go over the waves. I stayed a little bit for the Wu Mountains, and then I went to the cloud-tunneled water mansion. The old friend, the dream of Nanke, has been so sudden that when I look back, the demonic spirit has not yet been swept away, and I ask where the heroes are, and where the wonders of restoring the country are, and I feel sorry for the uselessness, and the dust is dim, and the white fan and the iron locks are across the river, and the golden sails are surfing the waves, and the Sunlang is so bitter, but he is worried about knocking on Guizhao, and he sings to his father in grief, and his tears are streaming down his face like tears, as if it is raining, and Lu Chengfeng writes. Last night's chilly sound of the cold Gong Gong does not stop sounding to startle back the dream of thousands of li li of dreams. The cited (six states song head) heard of the Central Plains, the remnants of the old often look south drunken program ne flags make pedestrians to this loyal indignation filled with tears like pouring the white horse laughs in the west wind back to the people of the pastoral song from the south came a flock of geese, there are pairs and lonely. The ones that are in pairs are happy and loud, while the lonely ones are left behind and can't fly. I don't look at the pairs, I only look at the loneliness. Think about your desolation, it's the same as mine! I'm not going to look at the pairs, just the loneliness, but I'm thinking about your desolation, and I'm the general kind. The Book of Sword and Enmity - Hao Hao sadness, boundless robberies, short songs end, the bright moon is missing. The city is full of blue blood. The blue blood sometimes ends, the blood also sometimes extinguished, a wisp of fragrance soul is not broken! Is it right or wrong? Turned into a butterfly. With a book playing the sword to walk the yellow sand Vast ocean Tianshan everywhere home Desert west wind flying Cui Yu Gangnam August to see the osmanthus Strong pole is humiliated, deep love does not live, modest gentleman, warm and gentle as jade Divine Eagle Warriors - ask the world, what is love, straight teach people to live and die together? How many times do we have to go back to the Cold War? The joys of happiness, the pain of parting, in which there are even more foolish children. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you'll be able to get your hands on some of the best ones. ----- Yuan Hao Wen (Jin) Yue female picking lotus by the autumn water, narrow sleeves light Luo, dark dew double gold bracelets. The photo of the shadow of the flower picking flowers like face, the heart only **** silk scramble. The wind and waves at the head of Chicken Ruler Creek are late, the fog is heavy and the smoke is light, and I don't see the companion I had when I came here. Hidden songs of returning rows of animals are far away, and the sorrow of separation leads to the shore of the south of the river. Autumn wind is clear, autumn wind is bright; fallen leaves are still gathering and scattering, and cold crows roosting and startling. When will we see each other? It's hard to be in love at this time and night. Chivalry - Zhao Ke Aman Hu Tassel, Wu Hook Frost and Snow Bright. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, and the madness is like a shooting star. He kills a man at ten steps and leaves no one behind for a thousand miles. After the incident, I whisked my clothes away and hid my body and name. When I had a drink at Xinling, I took off my sword and crossed my knees. I was so happy to be there that I took off my sword and crossed my knees. I was so happy to be there that I took off my sword and crossed my knees. Three cups of wine and a promise were spit out, and the five mountains fell to pieces. I was so proud of myself that I was able to save Zhao. He saved Zhao with a golden hammer and shocked Handan. The two heroes of a thousand years were famous in the city of Daliang. Even though he died, he was not ashamed to be a hero in the world. Who can write a book about your excellency, your white head of the Taixuan scripture? --Li Bai's Dragon Slayer's Tale - Burning my body, the sacred fire, what joy in life, what pain in death? For the sake of goodness and eliminating evil, but for the sake of light, joy and sorrow are all returned to the dust. Have mercy on the world, for it is full of sorrows! Have mercy on the world, for it is full of sorrows! Thunderbolt Roses - The sky is lonely, and the clouds of sadness are thick and cloudy. The ground is lonely, how many grasslands into the desert. Loneliness of the day, Fusang just up and down the western mountains. The moon is lonely, Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir. Loneliness of the star, the cowherd and the weaving maiden are hard to get along with each other. Loneliness of the people, the relationship snobbery love is thin. A section of clouds in Wushan, a pile of snow in Langyuan, a flower in Yaotai, and a moon in Omei. Omei a round moon. I'm so sorry! The Romance of the Three Kingdoms - the Yangtze River flows in the east, the waves of the heroes. Right or wrong, success or failure, the head is empty. The green mountains are still there, and the setting sun is red for a few times. White-haired fishermen and woodcutters on the river, accustomed to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine, happy to meet. How many things in the past and present, all put into a laughing stock. -Tongue Linjiang Xian glacier heavenly maiden passed the sacred peak of the glacier like a big river hanging upside down, you listen to the water floating gently sound - like a girl's hands played the Dong Bu La. She was asking the wandering traveler: how many more icebergs do you have to climb over and how many winds and sands do you have to experience? Lala ...... wandering travelers ah, the grassland eagle can not hover all day long, you all go ah, go ah, go ah ...... to go to that year and that month, only willing to stop your horse? The first thing I want to say is that I'm not going to be able to do anything about it, but I'm going to try to make it work. Have you ever seen the desert blossom, have you ever seen the glacier melt. You've never seen it? No, I haven't! Then the wandering traveler, he never stops! The glacier washes the sword, and the snail's corner is exchanged for the floating life, and the sky is broken by the dust and horses in the years of disappointment. The cold crows on the green mound have not yet finished crying, and it is hard to get rid of this feeling. There is also the old companion of the secret chamber, the same hatred of death and separation, the dream soul is shocked, as if hearing the low call. Tears drop on the pillow of the ducks. The deep love negative all the long left grudges, this life destiny, mirror flowers and water and moon, all become empty fantasy. I'm going to play the sword and sing wildly at the end of the plug, the sea of clouds and people are far away, pulling the glacier to wash the dust mess. The past is like the passing water, the later should be as the heart wishes. I wish you all the best. --The first thing that I want to do is to send a message to the Golden Witch Hazel, and I want to see the clouds stopping and the song being sung. I would like to see the clouds stopping and the song being sung. When it comes to enmity and hatred, I am afraid that there are not many chivalrous people in the jianghu lake. --Gong Ding box jiwei miscellaneous poems seven swords down the Tianshan smile jianghu, wandering ten years tour, the empty burden of the youth head. I have been wandering around for ten years, but I have not been able to live up to the expectations of my youth! The wine is cold, the poem is broken, the dream is broken, the southern country is clear in the fall. I am looking at the sword forlornly, and there is nowhere to beckon me back to my boat. Tomorrow, the road to the end of the world is far away. Who will stay in Chu Pei and make a shadow in the middle of the continent? Counting the heroes and sons and daughters, I look down on the sorrows of the past and present. It's hard to bear the light and the darkness of the tent, and it's hard to stop hating the fleeting flower! I am accustomed to drifting away and being buried in the barren hills! --The song of the eight voices of Ganzhou, the sound of dysprosium, the wind and the clouds, the record of a thousand years of rivers and mountains, the heroes are not looking for, Sun Zhongmou place. The wind and the rain have blown away the wind and the rain. The sun is slanting, the grass is growing, and the streets are full of unusual alleys and lanes, where people say they used to live. I think of the time when I was a jin gao iron horse, swallowing ten thousand miles like a tiger. Yuanjia grass, sealing the wolves to live in the buttocks, won the hasty look north. Forty-two years ago, I still remember the fire on Yangzhou Road. When I look back, I can see a piece of God's crows and drums under the Buddha's Beaver Shrine. Who can ask if Lian Po is still able to eat when he is old? -Xin Qiji "Yongyoule" Guangling sword young man sword more blow Xiao Xiao sword gas heart a case of elimination who share the desolate return to fall after the thousands of sadness and joy set this day middle-aged talented people delayed the silk bamboo, frugal age of the high people hate Ficus two kinds of overlooking Huai can be forgiven Yangqiu depreciation of the pen is not desirable more dragon and phoenix hairpin margin of the chaotic world of marriage is more blocked, the water is far away from the mountains, it is difficult to send the word of love. The truth is, it's hard to send the word "love" when you're far away from the water and the mountains. The most important thing to remember is that you have to be able to get to the end of the world, and you have to be able to tell the truth about your feelings. I'm glad there is an east wind blowing the dark rain, the moon slanting wind fixed mandarin ducks up. --The Butterfly Lovers' Flower is the evil sword of the Supreme Being. The clouds are full of five colors, and the nine lights of the sun are all over the sky. The eastern land of the pale dragon driving, the southern suburbs of the red feather late. My heart is more devoted than the sunflower patchouli, and I serve the light of the sun at night and in the morning. The cloudy sky returns to the mountain, the sunny landscape returns to sleep, the cicadas are restless in the forest, and the birds are singing in the mountains. The cicada is restless, the forest is quiet, the birds are singing, and the mountains are even more beautiful. The sound of the curtain reeling outside was a surprise, and I smiled. Willow shade light indifference. Low month sideburns cicadas hairpin fall, must be a world of fight, all the gentleman today happy. When the soul, when this time, scented pouch secretly unraveled. Towed with a wide shirt will not regret, the door of the canopy is now open for the gentleman. Spring through the window and into, waving a piece of warm and melting shine beautiful shadow. On the desk in the boudoir, the fragrance of the stove quietly chases the silk turn. I'm not sure if I'll be able to send you off, but I'd like to be alone in the city. The sadness of thousands of miles of road, miserable break a hundred years of body. My heart is in the same boat, and my career is ****ing miserable. No matter where they go, they are all dreamers. The evil sword is invincible, the guest of heaven, the palm splits the group of demons and God is shocked. The supreme martial arts world Jing, how could I expect the original compulsion to devour the whole body. One side of the black light, three sides of the purple, the Yellow River ice together with the death of fish and dragons. Three feet of wood veneer breaks off the traffic reason, a hundred stone strong car river water. Frosty flowers and grasses were added to the money, and the sword was not swung into the misty sky. The seawater of the sea is soaring, and the mountains are exploding without sound, and the jade rainbow is hanging. A high city on ten thousand miles of sadness, Jiangjia Yangliu like Tingzhou. The stream clouds were in the beginning of the day, and the mountains were full of wind. The cicadas and the leaves are singing in the fall of the Han Palace. The pedestrians do not ask what happened back then, the old country to the east of the Weishui flow. Chaos hunter - soul condensation moon spirit, God finished gall, spirit stage mirror is still dim, who break the world love, grudges are unknown, repair the 10th does not become a Buddha, the red dust is shallow, love and hate intertwined, the wind and rain with the molding of the three worlds, the Buddha's heart is empty, the Taoist heart is too empty, my heart leisurely into the mortal world, my heart leisurely into the mortal world, the mortal world into the wind and clouds change I am still determined, the world is sinking and fluctuating, the heart of the infatuation has not been changed, the negative sword wild song, the vicissitudes of life is not yet complete, the heart of the sky! Where is it? In the heart! The road to the end of the world is gloomy and lonely. Who is hurt with me, the sword heart long, who is hurt with me, the sword heart long heroes - the sky is pale and under the earth, Hu is not to save the suffering of all souls? Heroes should be lynched to death, sadness and indignation tears bitter speechless? I have a sword to the sky called, loyal and righteous lone ministers in vain, and get a thousand to return to chaos, do not tell my generation to know the fate of heaven Wuchen the end of the year, the Dragon Emperor moved the world, the sky is still true, the gods and ghosts from the time when I was a young man once attacked the scriptures and history, and grew up to have the power of the plan, like a tiger lying in the barren hills, latent claws and teeth to endure the who knows that tattoos on the cheeks, and that is worthy of the state of Jiangzhou, and the next day, if you get to avenge revenge, the blood stained the head of the Xinyang River to increase the 》》》》》 Jiang and the evil sword to the supremacy of the dew as a small shrapnel under the front gallop, the wind passed by the I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it. The world is full of reunions and dispersions, and there are many things that can cause red lotus flowers to leave. I have a dream of returning to my dream, but I can only see the lamp, and I know only the wine in my career. Will it be long until the white head is gone? The songyang pine and snow have a heart period. The divine sword in the sky opens the door, and a hundred years of mysterious skills have been lost to a strange man. The God's identification of the heroes shows his golden body, and he calls himself a master. Bone for gold red steed tend, why bother to find the dragon child in the desperate sea. But the Heshi can know the jade, and the Qimen always abuse the pole. The people who eat the food are three thousand chickens and dogs, and the people on the island are five hundred and one head. Who can send me the question of the heavy pupil, and whether there is anything more when I die in Yuxi? I have to send off a lot of poor roads, and I can't wait to go to Tianjin alone. I'm sad to see you go, and I'm sad to see you go. My heart is in the same boat, and my career is ****ing miserable. No matter where they go, they are all dreamers. In the city of Luoyang, I saw the plums welcoming the snow, and in the bridge of Fukou, I saw the incense entering the plums. In front of the Water Temple, the grasses merge, and the wildflowers bloom on the Mirror Lake Pavilion. The Yanhongs went to the clouds one after another, and the petrels came back to the water at different places. I know that the cold food is approaching, and I have been listening to the magpies looking forward to their return. Fusang is pointing to the east of Haimen, overlooking the bearish red sun. The silver eyes of gold become colorful, forcing people to disperse the air into the cool air. Now that I know that the wonderful enticement should be micro-conversation, I am surprised to see that the trail is so poor. Therefore, I am beyond the image of emptiness, vibrating clothes thousand refuges to sound the wind in the sky. A sword is sharpened horizontally for nearly ten frosts, and I scratch my head to see the wolf in the sky. Accumulated name a few wrong ride rubbing guest, the intention of all the light to the halberd Lang. The bridge, the bank, the book is lost, and the Longzhong strategy is set to be a high light. Even though the mountains and rivers are broken, people are still there, try to compare the rise and fall in detail. The poplars have fallen down and Zi Gui is crying, and I heard that the Dragon Marker has passed through the five streams. I send my heart to the moon, and follow the wind until the west of Yelang. It's easy to start, but it's hard to get the heart right, and it's hard to get the eyes to see the vanilla. It is not like the Xiling where the grass and trees are, but the crowing eyes will lead the Lang Lang to see. The evil sword is invincible to the guest of heaven, palm splits the group of devils and God is shocked. The supreme martial arts world is peaceful, but how could I have expected that the original parasites would devour my whole body? The world is full of people who have been in the world for a long time, and they are all in the world. A fair lady, a gentleman's son, a martyred man. The floating heartedness of the women is the most important thing in the world. A fair lady is a woman who seeks for her with all her heart. The woman who seeks it, but fails to find it, is at risk of losing her mind. I am not a man of the world, but a woman of the world. The yellow floating heart is picked from the left and the right. A fair lady is a friend of the qin and the sepulcher. The floating pelt is picked from the left and the right. My fair lady, the music of bells and drums. I wish to return with my body, but I don't need to be born in Dingyuan to enter the customs. I do not want to send a wheel back to the sea cave, but I still want to leave an arrow to set the heavenly mountain. One side of the black light and three sides of the purple, the Yellow River ice together with the death of fish and dragons. Three feet of wood veneer breaks off the diplomatic reasoning, a hundred stone strong car river water. Frosty flowers and grasses were added to the money, and the sword was not swung into the misty sky. The seawater of the sea water is flying and clamoring, and the mountains are exploding without sound and the jade rainbow is hanging. The dragon coiled and the tiger entrenched haunted heroes, like listening to the stage singing gale. Guangling Qunmeng seeks Allah, head flying blood flow red. Bao bun preferred palace-like, lotus face soft, body red fragrance. Eyebrows do not have to be painted by Zhang Chuang, God taught people to be long. Don't rely on the appearance of the country, but marry a man of love. We are both young, don't lose the good time. The city is full of sorrows, and the willows of Jiangjia and Yangliu look like Tingzhou. The clouds of the streams are rising, and the winds of the mountains are filling the buildings. The cicadas and the leaves are singing in the fall of the Han Palace. Pedestrians do not ask what happened back then, but the old country is flowing eastward. The chivalrous man, with his horse forged with a golden saddle, fights in the jianghu and the devil's gate. His body is immortal, and his heart shines in Chang'an. The divine dragon spreads rain and moistens the earth, and the evil sword and Buddha's hand are called supreme. Spiritual warrior through the past and present to become a hero, a thousand years of standard pendant a through. The wind is blowing in the cold countryside, and the tiger is roaring. Xu Xing mountain burning land, even roar into the yellow taro. The strong man went on horseback and bent the jade in front of the clock. The winds are blowing, and the tiger is roaring. Humorous eyes suddenly star falling, splashing blood in the forest. The man is a good substitute for the table, and his stomach is filled with fish. In the dark, I am glad to get rid of the harm, and I am happy to congratulate you on the wine. Tomorrow, on the long bridge, I will be able to cut down the sculls with all the food in the city. The Han family banner is full of Yinshan, will not send a bolt of horses back to the Hu children. I wish I could serve my country for a long time, so I don't need to be born to enter the Jade Gate Pass. The Yan Terrace is a look at the guest's heart, cigar drums and noisy Han generals camp. The cold light of 10,000 miles gives birth to snow, and the color of dawn on the three sides moves the dangerous flags. The beacon fire on the sand field reaches to the moon of Hu, and the clouds and mountains by the sea embrace the city of Su. Although I am not a young man, I still want to ask for a tassel.