How many of the songs that used to be hot on Jitterbug do you still remember?

The silhouette depicts the palace walls, which are in chaos, and the sky has fallen.

Silhouettes depicting the chaos of the palace walls

The dragon's roar enters the blue sky

The highest point is the sky of hatred

On the top of the Forbidden City, my destiny is not up to Heaven

How can I bear it when the world laments it

Counting the difficulties of the 400 illnesses

The most bitter thing is to be held in your heart for a long time

The watery sleeve is pulled up to sing the song of the broken waters of Autumn

I've lost my face, and I've lost my love for you.


The heart is missing

The windows are dappled with shadows

The jade bracelet is off, the magnolia is down

If there is a promise, a promise of life and death


The moon has turned into a moon and the sky has died

Shaogao is dying, the nine dragons are going by the waves

The war is raging and the love can be thrown away

Silhouettes are depicted and the palace is in turmoil

The dragon is screaming and enters the blue sky

I'm looking at 33 palaces and the palace is in the sky. The highest is the Heaven of Hate and Separation

On top of the Forbidden City, my life is mine but not Heaven's

How can I face the world's sighs of regret

Counting the difficulties of the four hundred and forty-four illnesses

The most bitter thing is to be held in your arms for a long time

The watery sleeve is pulled up to sing the song of the broken waters of Autumn again

Losing the face of a man with a heart of hearts that has become a gaping hole

I've seen all of the thirty-three palace blocks

The highest is the sky of hatred

The most bitter thing is the longing for you

The sound of the night watches, the shadows of the windows

The jade bracelets, the magnolias, the magnolia trees

If there is a promise, a promise of life and death, a promise that will last for a long time

The moon has become a moon, and the sky has died

Shaogao has been lost, and the nine dragons have gone into the sea

The war is raging, and the love can be thrown away

Silhouettes depicting the palace walls are in a state of confusion

The dragon is roaring, and the dragon has gone into the blue sky. The dragon roars into the blue sky

The 33 palaces

The highest is the sky of hatred

On the top of the Forbidden City, my fate is not up to God

How can the world sigh with pity

Counting the difficulties of the 400 illnesses

The most bitter thing is to be longing for someone else

The watery sleeve is pulled up to sing the song of the broken waters of autumn

The words of the heart are missing.

On top of the Forbidden City, my fate is not up to God

How can I face the world's sighs of regret

Counting the difficulties of the four hundred and forty-four illnesses

The bitterest thing is to be held in your mind for a long time

The watery sleeve is pulled up to sing the song of the autumn waters being cut off again

Losing the face of a woman with her heart in a state of despair

The highest place I've ever been is in a state of separation from my husband

Garrisoning on the border

The most bitter thing is the long distance thought

This, also can not find the original picture, sorry

Sixth: Sen Shang

The middle-aged proud blood: heaven and earth, the universe floods.

Li Ao blood: the sun and moon, the stars and hosts.

The cold comes and goes, the fall harvests and the winter .... I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that. I'm not sure why you're hitting me!

Ip Man Shui :Dummy, how many times have I said,

It's the fall harvest and winter collection, the collection is the meaning of the collection.

Who reads this heaven and earth

Calculated not to move like a senator

With the sky*** fight for years and years, temples are as frosty

Idly thinking of the cosmos

Looking forward to a few cold days and hot days

I would like to years will pass by the fall to harvest the winter to hide it

The love is already dewy and knotted with frost

Remote think of the gentleman has been wearing a cold dress

Thousands of horsemen from the eastern capital are going to the battlefield

Execute the curmudgeon or lead the guests back to the king

Li Ao blood: ask the water, ask the water, ask the water ...... I will definitely come back alive ....

The new man and the old man

How can you bear the cold light of the red candle

Can you expect me to come back, the soul is wandering, He hand in hand

The gentleman has not yet returned

I can not bear to look at the stars and lists of the Zhang

Who has read the thousand characters of the text of the Autumn harvest winter has been hidden

The past has been forgotten, asking for the mountain and asking for the water has not yet returned to the home

The Autumn has been over the Winter snow fell on the who's hair

The old man is a man of the past, but he is a man of the future, and the new man is a woman of the world, and he is not a woman of the past.

Ye Wenshui: What did you say?

Butler: young master young master where are you going! The wedding clothes have not been changed yet!

I've been thinking about the universe

I'm looking forward to the summer and the winter

I wish the years would pass by and the autumn would be harvested and the winter would be hidden

I've been thinking about you and the frost

I think about you and the cold clothes

Thousands of riders from the Eastern capital are going to the sandy battlefield

Execution of the curfew or the return of the guests to the king

Ip Man Shui:My little friend, I would like to know that the address for the battle of the East is in the front of the city. I'm not sure.

Maiden: Yes, it's about 30 miles from the city gate.

Ye Wenshui: Thank you. I've finally come to see you, dummy.

Maiden: "Silly, silly, silly, just now I met someone who seems to be from the capital.

Li Ao blood: heaven and earth, the universe. The sun and the moon, the stars and the hosts ......

Maiden: go silly big man, go back to eat.

The new man and the old man

How can you bear the cold light of the red candle

Can you expect me to come back, the soul is wandering around, he is hand in hand

The gentleman has not yet come back

I can not bear to look at the stars and the stars

Who has read a thousand words of text, the autumn harvest and the winter has been hidden

The past has been forgotten, ask for the mountain and ask for the water but not yet returned to the home

Autumn has been over, and winter has fallen a snowfall, fell in the hair of who

On the road to the Yellow Sea, is it only a few days ago? p> Is it a long way to walk alone on the road to the Yellow Springs

I hate that it's too late to accompany you on this journey (newcomers and old wines)

I can't bear to see the light of the red candles getting cold

Can you look forward to my return? The souls are wandering around, and they're joining hands

You have not returned yet

I can't bear to see the stars and nights listed in the columns

Who has ever recited a thousand words, and the fall and the winter have already been hidden

The past dust and dust is gradually being forgotten, forgetting about the mountains, forgetting about the water and forgetting about the home town.

The temples are frosty, but I can't forget them

Autumn harvest, winter storage, hiding the past

Missing it, hating it, hating the growth of this life

The middle-aged Li Ao blood: the sun and moon, the sun and moon, the stars and hosts, the summer and the cold, the autumn harvest, winter storage.

Ask the water, is it hide or hide? I can't find this one either. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I can't find this one either.

Eighth: a friend of mine who is a Taoist nun

That year, spring was in full swing on the Long Street

I was riding along with my horse in a dreamy rainy day

I was sheltering under the gable from the rain

and I looked into the eyes of a pair of deep pupils

and it was like a breeze from Mt. Huashan that was laced with snow.

The rain was cool and cold. p> The rain is cold

The wind blows and the scent is hazy

My heart flutters like the blade of your sword

It's like a shock when it passes by

Is it true that the words "love" are all empty

I'm willing to be humbled by a smile or be reduced to a mediocrity

And you're holding an umbrella over my arms

I'm not sure if I can say one word about my love for you.

















































And I've never known you.

In a flash, my thoughts were racing

I looked at you in your old white clothes

You looked frozen

Who knows how scared I am

Maybe I should have pretended to be crazy while I was drunk

I should have borrowed your arms and left my lips red

And then I would have sung about the old days

And let the other people be shocked

But all I could do was to fake a smile and pretend to be calm

And then, when I listened to you, I saw that you had a dream, and that you had a dream.

I listen to the deep emotions

I don't look at your familiar face

I just drink in silence

The snow brushes over my white coat outside the mountain gate

It melts at my fingertips

I carry a long sword and ask what I should do in such a big place as the Jianghu Lake

I'm just like a joke in this life

I'm mocking myself. I'm mocking you

If you've been with someone else for so long

Why did you make me pay the wrong price for my love

Did you see me lose my mind

And you were touched by it

Fortunately, after all these years of floating through the world

My heart is already full of holes

How can I fear that you will use my thin love as a blade

To make a crack in it? I'd rather bury the past in the wind

With my sword as a monument and the snow as a mound

If I make the mistake of meeting you in this life

I'd like to have a happy ending

I'm alone on the old Nanping Bridge

It's so foggy when it rains

I think of the time when I was embracing you under the umbrella

Like lying on the bridge.

It was like lying on top of the bridge

I had a dream

When I woke up, I fell to pieces

There was no sign of me

Ninth: The Red Dust

My sleeves were tinted with rain, and I was drinking wine under the flower stand

My silk was tainted with wind, so I was worried about who would be tied to me

I was drinking wine in the east fence, but I was not alone in the world

I remembered who I had been with. West of Pavilion Terrace

Beacon and Iron Horsemen, Jingo and Jingo in the wind

In the spring and autumn, who will remember the departed

Drunkenly bidding farewell to the smoky rain and looking back to the lightness of the clouds and winds

I would like to return to my hometown in the moonlight

One night is hard to tell you all about my love for you

The wind has not yet risen yet, and you can see the clouds rolling in the direction of where you are heading

Have you ever had any experience of the world's vicissitudes

Who will be the one to return to you? I've been with you for a long time

The night is still young, but it seems like I've been drinking with you before

The moon is still young, but have you ever been with me on the pillow

The orchid fragrance is gone from my sleeves

I've passed through the dusty world

I'm drinking wine with my sleeves stained by the wind, and I'm drinking wine under the flower table

I'm drinking wine with the wind, but I'm not sure I've ever been with you before

I'm drinking wine with the wind, but I'm not sure I've been with you before

I'm not sure I've been with you before, but I'm not sure if I've been with you before. p>

Brush your body across the red dust

It's hard to tell you how much love you've had in one night

The wind hasn't yet risen yet, and you can see where the clouds are rolling in

Have you ever been in the vicissitudes of life before

Who's been so gentle with you that you might as well return home

Who has ever been in love with you before

Wine has killed the desire to be with you in your three lifetimes before you say "I'll be there in three lifetimes before you are in love with me.

The body is brushed over the red dust intention

This also does not ......

Tenth: the snow between the eyebrows

Is it

every kind of feelings can not be indulged in wantonly

hand over the heart is as light as a gentleman

only to say

those are not related to the wind and snow

the moon and snow How many people can tell me how much I love you

In the courtyard in early winter, the peach tree that we planted with you in the past

has long since been turned to dust by the falling leaves

When the new snow arrives, I bury a few jugs of old wine

I hope to sip it with you on your return

I've passed through the wild geese and the bamboo and I've watched the moon rise and set in the evening

You said that one day you would be famous and fulfill your ambition

At that time, I was lowly, but I didn't want to be a fool.

At that time, I looked down and wrapped a new tassel around the tassel of your sword

I didn't hear what I wanted

Should I be satisfied with the tassel still hanging there

I also sewed you a winter coat

And sent you a letter or two with a message of advice

I should be glad to be far from you

You and I aren't strangers yet

It's the cruelty of time that is never the least of our worries. I'm afraid

I'll hear your name when I'm chatting in a restaurant

The tone of your voice is familiar

I'll look back

I'll laugh and ask you where you're from, but I don't even know your name

How ironic is that smile

When I'm pouring a glass of wine alone, the snow is falling on my face

I remember the first time you tugged at me by your sleeve

You said that the snow melted like a tear

You said that the snow melted like a tear.

I remember the day when

I walked with you on horseback through the city

It was March in Yangzhou

The peach blossom road was full of peaches

I can't help but feel in a daze

Is it the only thing that's left in the jianghu at the end of the road

It is all because of my mind.

I'm too obsessed to be bound by the net of dust

The road ahead is too vast

If you ask where you should go

Think of the road you're coming from as the road you're going back to

Under the peach tree

I sang a piece of music for you in the snow that year

I believe that the people you met are not as good as the people you left behind

Now

I'm waiting for a person to look back at me amidst the snowy sky

I know that no one will look back at me. The fading horizon at your feet

If you forget how to get there

The wind that comes over the mountains hurts my cheeks

I see the end but I don't hear the answer

The rain falls

Until the fire and the blood are silent

No one remembers that you were there

The snow can't wait

To bury the secrets that are silent.

Don't touch the flowers that blossom from white bones

How many broken images flash in the blink of an eye

Don't forget the silent cliffs in the darkness of the night

Wandering and getting lost is the price of oblivion

A smile that flickers like a breath

The sun rises and the moon sinks in your eyes

How many centuries have you trekked through?

Chasing after the traces of existence

Which one is you in the mirror

The strangest and the most familiar, the untouchable mystery

Let eternity carve your face

The tattoo spread on your chest in that moment

Let eternity hold your gaze

Looking back through the fog of lies and truth

The world of the world's greatest lies and truths

The world of the world's greatest lies and truths. CC:I told you that year when the rain was misty and the apricot blossom boat swung by

Whose house was it that you passed by, and the sound of a stringed song came down

Demon:He was dressed in plain white, and he traveled a few distances between the mountains and landscapes

I can't fold it, but it will be folded every year in the color of the willows

CC:I'm sure that when I see all the words under the willows, and I'm not able to see any of them anymore, I'll sleep in a sleepy breeze and write a simple poem

I'm sure that I'll see them in the words in my writing

The person in the song has long since left the subject

Demon: When the rain came down on the window, it washed away the old feelings

The person in the song was thousands of miles away

Unconsciously, I stopped writing

Leaving the rest of the poem to be continued

It was just a meandering meandering meandering meandering meandering meandering meandering meandering meandering meandering meandering meandering meandering meandering meandering meandering meandering meandering meandering meandering meandering meandering meandering meandering meandering meandering meandering meandering meandering meandering meandering meandering meandering meandering

Alone in the rainy curtains, I pondered over every word

In the poems, the moon and the wind have changed roles without a thought

The corrosive words have fallen on the strings of the zither, and who else has said it softly

Demon: I said that year, when the rain and the smoke were misty and the apricot boats swayed by

Whose house was it that I passed by with the sound of a lonely stringed song

CC: She waited for you for a few times and her hair turned gray when it was full of cotton flowers

I've been waiting for a few times, but I've never been able to see her again

Demon: When the lines under the willows have all flowed under my eyes

I'll take a short sleep in the spring breeze

CC: When the lines and words

are not the same as those in front of me

The people in the song have long since left the subject

Harmony: When the rain that falls on the window washes away the old feelings of the time

The people in the song are far away from me

I don't realize that I'm not in the right place at the right time.

Unconsciously, I stopped writing

Leaving the rest of the rhyme to be continued

Just beyond the smoke, it faded into a meander