The title song of "Su"
Looking at the sunset through my fingers, I dreamed of Nanke in a trance. Where are you going with your clothes flying in front of the green willow window? Pear Blossom Bookcase When will you come back with the hooked lips? Narrowing my eyes to recall the past, Li Daitao froze after leaving his soul. In reincarnation, can the old friend who has been in love for ten lives remain the same? Stars and Yingkong Where did the beloved man who turned the Purple Mansion upside down go? Tassel embroidered curtain, circle shadow, war smoke everywhere, a chaotic world with bloodshed for thousands of miles, the Helang Dynasty in decline, the Qianqi Empire rising in the morning, the succession point, a woman who came against the times, the golden hairpin box, the dragon and phoenix seal The legend of the heroic man with crimson face. The old face and the new color with completely different personalities. The worldly alliance of power and affection. The unity of going and staying. The choice of the next life and this life. The title page is blown by the wind. What kind of beautiful family member is not a stranger? The ink on the paper condenses the dust from the East China Sea that has not been around for so many years? We have been rubbing shoulders for ten years, and we have been in the sky for a long time. The fate is mottled and the love is so thin. It is no longer easy to lean on his shoulder. It is no longer easy to hold his left hand. I am green and yellow, but where can I stand alone in the blue clouds? Spread my sleeves in the Linting. Who is the same? On the road of mortals, fame and wealth, how many times to stay, how many tears and sorrows, He Jun immediately rides the sword? The wind in the opposite direction blows the dust in the face, the setting sun in the opposite direction smiles for a lifetime
Cooking delicacies and drinking wine with smoked ball fans
Quickly ask, whose family is the guest of honor in front of the hall?
Confessions of "Su" (I won't let it be said, it's too rebellious~)
Let the mouse click on the vast Jinjiang, let you raise your eyes high, I don't need any confession, even if my chest is facing the mother who wrote the article! The pit cannot shorten the height of the ground, only the small earth hole begs for "Zigong"; What does a night watch before going to bed count? Even a shovel can't flatten me! I laughed loudly at the characters, and the author and the keyboard trembled in laughter; this is me - the confession of a new pit, singing a triumphant song to welcome readers to the drunken pit.