Urban Almighty God of War

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Good morning, Brother God of War. It's cold weather. The New Year is coming and plum blossoms are blooming again. Ouch ~ Happy New Year!

God of war, it's early this morning. Meow is going to school. Due to network and time constraints, he can't visit you every day. I would like to inform you that daily visits will be changed to weekly visits. Meow will miss you, mua

Good morning, Brother God of War, I invite you to join us in the lottery. "Linjiang Fairy·Dream Queen Tower High Lock" Song Yan Jidao After the dream, the balcony is high and locked, and the curtain is low when drunk. Last year, spring regret came. The falling flower man is independent, and the wisps fly together. I remember when Xiao Ping first met her, Luo Yi had a double heart. The pipa strings speak of lovesickness. The bright moon was there at that time, and it once illuminated the colorful clouds. (Pingtong: Ping) Late at night, I dreamed of going back to the balcony and the red door was locked. The drunkenness faded, but the curtains were drooped. When the hatred of last year's spring came to my mind, people were quietly independent among the falling flowers, and swallows soared in the breeze and drizzle. I remember meeting Xiao Ping for the first time, wearing a Luo Yi scented with two layers of "heart". The pipa plays Weiwei lightly to express the feeling of lovesickness. The bright moon was still there now, illuminating her colorful cloud-like figure as it returned.

Good morning, Brother God of War, I'll sign up for my daily visit. "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix·Red Crispy Hands" Song Dynasty Lu You Red crisp hands, yellow wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. The east wind is evil and happiness is thin. With a heavy heart, I have been away from home for a few years. Wrong, wrong, wrong. Spring is as old as ever, people are thin and empty, and the tears are red and raw. Peach blossoms fall, leisure pool pavilion. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book. Mo, mo, mo! In your rosy and greasy hands, you hold a cup filled with Huangdi wine. The city is full of spring, but you are already as out of reach as the green willows in the palace wall. How hateful the spring breeze is, blowing away joy so thinly. Full of sadness, my life has been very bleak in the past few years. Looking back at that time, I can only sigh: Wrong, wrong, wrong! The spring scenery remains the same, but people are haggard and thin. The tears washed away the rouge on his face and soaked the thin silk handkerchief. The peach blossoms were blown down by the wind and spread all over the cool pond and pavilion. The vow of eternal love is still there, but the brocade letter can no longer be delivered. Looking back at that time, I can only sigh: Mo, Mo, Mo! Your ruddy, crisp and greasy hand holds the cup filled with yellow wine. Spring is all over the city, but you are already as far away as the green willows in the palace wall. How hateful the spring breeze blows the joy so thin. Full of sadness, life in the past few years is very ble**. Looking back at the beginning, I can only sigh: wrong, wrong, wrong! Spring scenery is still, but people are haggard and thin. Tears washed the rouge on his face and so**ed all the thin silk handkerchiefs. Peach blossoms were blown down by the wind and scattered all over the cold ponds and pavilions. The oath of eternal love is still there, but Jinwen's letter is no longer difficult to deliver. Looking back at the beginning, I can only sigh: Mo, Mo, Mo!

Good morning to the God of War, I invite you to enjoy the lottery together "Huanxisha · Boudoir Love" Song Dynasty Li Qingzhao The hibiscus on the embroidered face smiles, and the precious duck flies sideways to line the fragrant cheeks. Only when the eyes are moved are people guessed. One side is charming and full of charm, while the other half is full of tenderness and hatred. The moon moves and the shadows of the flowers come back again. The embroidered face smiles like a blooming lotus. The duck-shaped hair accessory inserted diagonally on the head looks like it is really about to fly, making the cheeks more beautiful and vivid. With his eyes turning, one could immediately guess who he was missing. The warmth on his face is full of deep charm, and he can only use this half piece of plain paper to send his resentment and longing to his sweetheart. As the moon rises and the shadows of flowers keep moving, it is a good time for lovers to meet again for a date. The embroidered face smiled like a lotus in full bloom. The duck shaped hair ornament inserted obliquely on the head is like really flying, setting off the cheeks more beautiful and vivid. Eye circulation, let people guess who they should be missing. The warmth on his face is full of deep rhyme. He can only use this half piece of plain paper to send his resentment and yearning to his sweetheart. The shadow of flowers keeps moving in the month. It's a good time for lovers to date and reunite.

Good morning, Brother God of War, I invite you to join us in the lottery. "Leaving a Farewell Wife" Han Dynasty·Su Wu They become husband and wife, and there is no doubt about their love for each other. Joy is in this evening, and grace is in good times. On a long journey, what will happen when you look up at night? All the ginseng and dust are gone. I will say goodbye now. We are on the battlefield, but we haven't seen each other for a long time. Shake hands and let out a long sigh, crying to make a living. Love Chunhua with all your strength, and don't forget the happy times. Life is a time to come back, death is a longing for love. You and I become husband and wife, loving each other without any doubt. The joy is only tonight, and the two lovers should take advantage of this beautiful moment. The expedition members were always thinking about the trip. They got up to see how late at night it would be. None of the stars in the sky can be seen, and we are gone forever. Ordered to go to the battlefield, the two did not know when they would meet again. I clasped my hands and sighed loudly, and cried more when parting. Try to cherish your youth and don't forget the happy times. If I am lucky enough to be alive, I will definitely come back to you. If unfortunately I die, I will miss you forever. You and I become husband and wife and love each other without doubt. Joy is only tonight. We should take advantage of this beautiful moment. Expeditionary people always think about travel and get up to see when it's late at night? I can't see all the stars in the sky. Let's go and leave now. Ordered to travel to the battlefield, they don't know when they can meet. Clench your hands and sigh with a long voice, parting ah, more tears. Cherish your youth and don't forget the happy time. If you are lucky enough to live, you will come back to you. If I die unfortunately, I will miss you forever.

Good morning, Brother God of War, I invite you to join us in the lottery. "In the Mountain" Tang Wang Wei White rocks emerge from Jingxi River, and the red leaves are sparse in the cold weather. There is no rain on the mountain road, the sky is green and people's clothes are wet. The gurgling Jingxi River exposes the phosphorus white stone. The weather has become colder and the red leaves have become sparse. It had not rained on the mountain path, but the green mountain color was so thick that it seemed to wet people's clothes. Jingxi river flows through, exposing phosphorous white stone. The weather becomes cold and red leaves become sparse. There was no rain on the mountain path, but the green mountain scenery seemed to wet people's clothes.

God of War, early in the morning, the signed cat will visit you daily. "Gift to the Flower Queen" Tang Du Fu The silk tubes in Jincheng are flowing day by day, half into the river wind and half into the clouds. This song should only exist in heaven, and can only be heard several times in the human world. The daily music in Jinguan City is soft and melodious, half of it drifts away with the river wind, and half of it floats into the clouds. Such music should only exist in heaven. How can all living beings in the world hear it so many times? The daily music in Jinguan city is soft and melodious, half of which floats away with the river wind and half into the clouds. Such music should only exist in the sky. How many times can all living beings in the world hear it?

Good morning, God of War, I invite you to share the rewards: "Linjiangxian·Deng Xiaoge at night to recall old travels in Luozhong" Song·Chen Yuyi I recall drinking on the Wuqiao Bridge in the past. Most of the people sitting in the middle were heroes. The long ravine flows away silently. In the sparse shadows of apricot blossoms, I play the flute until dawn. More than twenty years have been like a dream, although this body is in shock. I leisurely climbed up to the small pavilion to see the new weather. There are so many things in ancient and modern times, fishermen sing the third watch. I recall those days when we had a drink at Wuqiao and all the people present were heroes. The moonlight reflects on the river and flows quietly with the water. In the sparse shadows of apricot flowers, I play the bamboo flute until dawn. The experience of more than twenty years is like a dream. Even though I am here, I look back with fear. I had nothing to do and climbed up to the small attic to watch the fresh rain and clearing scenery. Many historical deeds from ancient times to the present are fleeting, and only the fishermen who compiled them into songs are still singing in a low voice in the middle of the night. I recall drinking at Wuqiao in those days. All of you are heroes. The moonlight reflected on the river, passed quietly with the water, and played the bamboo flute in the sparse shadow of apricot flowers until dawn. More than 20 years of experience is like a dream. Although I am here, I look back with fear. I have nothing to do to climb the small attic to watch the scene of new rain and early sunshine. Through the ages, many historical deeds are fleeting, and only the fishermen who m**e them into songs still whisper in the middle of the night.