Handmade clay with first frost and solar terms
Mengmengcheng, the foggy city, voted for Shangxuan Xia Yue.
Fingertips brushed the old scar on the cheek.
The road is weak, and the old carriage is shallow and muddy.
The corners of the mouth evoke sparse stubble again.
Kill, kill, kill
Thousands of years of feuds will eventually end with swords.
Kill, kill, kill
The reward of knife light is that I dip my blood in the painting.
Don't laugh at old clothes and swords.
Take the wind as the screen grass as the seat and the world as the home.
The sharp blade of Ling Dao has crossed spring and summer.
Laugh all your life and get drunk all your life.
It's gone in a flash.
I saw ink spots between glazed tiles.
People who have heard that scholars tell stories have also invented stories.
After listening, take a pot of wine, sing a song and get drunk.
Mengmengcheng, the foggy city, voted for Shangxuan Xia Yue.
Fingertips touched the old scar on the cheek.
The road is weak, and the old carriage is shallow and muddy.
The corners of the mouth evoke sparse stubble again.
Kill, kill, kill
Thousands of years of feuds will eventually end with swords.
Kill, kill, kill
The reward of knife light is that I dip my blood in the painting.
Don't laugh at old clothes and swords.
Take the wind as the screen grass as the seat and the world as the home.
The sharp blade of Ling Dao has crossed spring and summer.
Laugh all your life and get drunk all your life.
It's gone in a flash.
I saw ink spots between glazed tiles.
People who have heard that scholars tell stories have also invented stories.
After listening, take a pot of wine, sing a song and get drunk.
Don't laugh at old clothes and swords.
Take the wind as the screen grass as the seat and the world as the home.
The sharp blade of Ling Dao has crossed spring and summer.
Laugh all your life and get drunk all your life.
It's gone in a flash.
I saw ink spots between glazed tiles.
People who have heard that scholars tell stories have also invented stories.
After listening, take a pot of wine, sing a song and get drunk.
China candle flame Niang
The fog condenses first, and the cold iron reflects light.
Point my new uniform sword at the border.
Light snow, short skirt, sunset, sniper fire
When I succeed, Guanling will return to China.
Autumn wind rustled the fallen leaves.
Look at Hongyan and southwest
It's the first frost of the year.
Why don't soldiers envy Yuanyang?
Drums resounded through the battlefield.
Arrows and rain closed the skylight.
Dance with a gun and cut off your thoughts.
Victory or death.
Against the wind, please get drunk on the battlefield
Dirt an old uniform with blood.
Don't add many new injuries.
The disorderly army wiped its side with blood.
Holding potherb soup in both hands
Finally survived the green and yellow.
It's the first frost of the year.
Yuan Mu Niang, you are healthy.
I suddenly dreamed, especially when you and I first met in Na Yue.
Vaguely, the nightingale's first song and dance will make her not drunk for many years.
Please don't remember the casual tea in the corner.
I will continue this life with you after I win.
The sound of fighting suddenly entered the account of the army.
Fei Huo Rain "turned off the moonlight.
When you dance with a gun, you can't see through hope.
Face death with your eyes.
Ren Xin's blade tore open the old wound.
Let the blood soak the old uniform
The nasty pike is fading away.
May my soul come back to you.
China ni Niang
Without a sword in his hand, he wandered between heaven and earth.
Three-inch Tian Mu can't control life and death.
Wandering around the corner of a small street alone
With a wave of your hand and a wave of your sleeve, tell a few romantic stories.
Throughout spring and summer
Sing all over the world
I am used to loneliness and prosperity.
The alley mouth is worth mentioning.
In the lobby.
Where there is an audience, there is a home.
Walking in the street, listening to legends and myths.
Laugh at a word and scold a word.
The sound of awakening wood from the top of the counter was also a big surprise.
Listen to this storyteller. I said something last time.
Let's talk about ink swimming in the sky like a river.
Old swords and old clothes can only be left in a narrow sense.
How many things in the Jianghu can be broken with one sword?
The human heart is not like a mirror in wine. Who can guess right or wrong?
There is no need to worry about the golden pagoda, golden urn and jade lamp.
Suddenly strayed into the dust, stained with ink, stained with rivers, stained with dangerous buildings.
After three thousand years of revenge, after three cups of forgiveness,
When will the cycle of revenge, revenge, revenge and revenge stop?
Another snowflake
It's another spring and summer
Telling stories again.
Welcome to cheer.
Let's laugh.
Close the book and I will continue to walk the world.
Besides, burning candles in cold and autumn, guns are willing to defend the country.
In the future, Guanling will go back to his hometown and laugh at the king.
Alas, many battles in ancient times came back with a geometry.
Turn into a lonely soul by the wuding river and look forward to the end of my hometown.
Looking for candlelight in the depths of the boudoir after three generations.
After the reunion and fame, the star king could hardly say goodbye and never give up.
Time flies, paying for the pavilion outside the city wall.
Year after year, poor Frost and Snow frowned.
Listen to the hall wood and close the book.
Whether the story is true or not depends entirely on the listener.
I am a storyteller, and I also tell it through songs.
Zhuang Zhou Dream Butterfly or Zhuang Sheng Dream Butterfly?
Muniang on the edge of China
Watching your back fade away.
I don't know when and where we can meet again.
No matter what happens, the sky falls and the grave collapses.
An oath of no regret
The snow under the bridge melted the water.
The catkins by the river are dancing in the wind.
The sound of silk and bamboo outside the painting boat is intoxicating.
It's a beauty I can't see through anymore.
I can't see through Yaner wandering under the eaves.
Wandering couple.
I hope you didn't come back.
Prosperity is exhausted, and tears are spared.
Looking up at the fluttering geese.
Can you send this miss for me?
Only your return date, your warmth and coldness.
Endless attachment
Flowers bloom and fall, and flowers bloom again and again.
Year after year.
Even if things change, the sky will fall.
I just want you to be safe
Snowflakes are flying wildly outside the pavilion.
Covered up the last sadness of late autumn.
Accustomed to the yellow vegetation.
Accustomed to full-month profit and loss
I hope you didn't come back.
Who doesn't regret when he is young?
Looking back on the vows you and I made.
Why should fame follow fame?
Follow you everywhere.
Unlike today.
Strolling through thousands of years of ancient books.
Touch the text where you are.
Only your return, your warmth and coldness.
The only thing that matters is.
The joys and sorrows of being away from the world
Take your old clothes with you.
Watching vines dripping from the eaves
Lost track of time
Flowers bloom and fall, and flowers bloom again and again.
Year after year.
Even if things change and the sky falls.
Always watch
red bayberry
Wandering on the street by the roadside
Learn to drink like everyone else.
In whose hand?
A half-inch blade longs for the throat.
Sneak into an unknown floor
Suddenly like an experienced hunter.
In the shadows
wait for
Swallows cross the willow at noon.
Gold Luan draws brilliance around.
Shengping song and dance
How many plots have been buried?
The tail feather erased the trembling.
Fangs are transparent in the dark.
Cruel
No hostility.
The opportunity was suddenly shocked.
It's all over after the arrow.
Let others judge what is right and wrong.
In the end, just a winner and a loser.
Walk alone to the ends of the earth
The sword walks a hundred paces over the eaves and gravel tiles.
Who is caressing the pipa just for a fight?
Turn around and walk away
The cunning of covering up right and wrong, truth and falsehood
Life and death parting is only a moment.
A half-inch fish-gut sword is worth a thousand troops.
Whose world has been turned upside down?
Music lingers in dance pavilions and karaoke bars.
Thin silk gauze overflowed the sleeve.
Whose bread is this?
Half an inch of dagger kept shaking.
Singing and dancing, swaying light fur
Laugh like resentment like sorrow.
Ask jun
It's not in the urn
Put your hands up and string your eyes.
How much anger is unintentional?
stare blankly
How many conspiracies are stirring?
Full of spirits.
Wine is transparent between densities.
Willing person
fall into a trap
It's time to raise the dagger and pour it down your throat.
Half a life is too late to call for help.
Let others judge what is right and wrong.
In the end, just a winner and a loser.
Walk alone to the ends of the earth
The sword walks a hundred paces over the eaves and gravel tiles.
Who is caressing the pipa just for a fight?
Turn around and walk away
The cunning of covering up right and wrong, truth and falsehood
Life and death parting is only a moment.
A half-inch fish-gut sword is worth a thousand troops.
Whose world has been turned upside down?
Walk alone to the ends of the earth
At the fifth watch, the bell rang, the morning light broke and the branches were called.
How many sleepless nights are hidden under the stars and the moon
The murderer will also be killed.
The cunning of covering up right and wrong, truth and falsehood
Life and death parting is only a moment.
Who should I trust in the intrigue?
Where is home in Jianghu?
Hope to adopt