For 30 years, tears stained on the pedestrian road, ordinary things, why bother to ask ghosts and gods in front of the soldiers.
Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains ride horses on the journey, ordinary things, victory and defeat are all because of the people's soldiers.
In terms of winning or losing, since ancient times, the Huns have thousands of miles of snow and ten thousand layers of ice.
Ten years of sharpening the sword does not know the soldiers, winning or losing in one life, the long march of thousands of miles is on the right path, and the horse is spurred to step on the east.
Outside the sky, two lines of tears are a common thing, why bother to move Jiuyuan.
Heaven and earth are about winning or losing, millions of heroes and one billion soldiers, and the iron horse Jinge drives the Japanese invaders, and guides the songs.
The Great Wall of China points out to win or lose, and the Central Plains of the world is flat.
The corpse returns to its hometown, and it is a common thing for pedestrians to stay, and it is a drummer.
Racing across the river, the noise of cars and horses chasing the waves, how many things to win or lose, a few people can relieve the original soldiers.
It was an empty one, the blood was stained red, the horse leather shrouded body returned to his hometown, and two lines of tears were sacrificed to the heroic spirit.
Hundreds of thousands of soldiers, a light smile, and the heroes of Mo Dao neighed.
From the reins, the ends of the earth are ordinary things, why do you need millions of soldiers to win or lose.
Let me go in the sky, ride a horse on a journey, and win or lose because of the people's soldiers.
Win or lose a game, and the poor horse leather pedestrian said that it was rotten.
Everything is empty, there are several times of faith, and there are thousands of sufferings in the world, which is the return journey.
Where is my hometown, endless hiding, easy to smile and full of flowers.
Falsely saying that there is no good way to govern the country, there is a good strategy, and the female yellow can help the world, looking back and smiling at the enmity.
is not a husband, and when he meets a thousand pots of wine, who knows that he is lonely in his drunken words.
A hundred flowers bloom, poems are full, there are no good sentences, and the witty words are ingenious.
I don't know where to find Fangfei, but I just say that my heart is discouraged, and I can rhyme at my fingertips, and I look back and smile and get drunk with a thousand cups.
People say that this is the most difficult to find, and it is easy to laugh at the enmity and hatred.
Good spring, fragrant flowers, swallows don't know where to go, vainly saying that peaches and plums are fragrant.
Looking back and smiling at Baihuayan, she can easily talk about the bottom of her heart, and it is the most difficult to fill in only the words that you know.
It's Penglai, it's really sad to talk nonsense, and a hundred flowers bloom with a smile.
Don't lie about it, how do you know that today you have become an immortal with three or two sentences.
There are no trees in the mountains, why not fill the glass with wine, and I don't know that there is a reincarnation in the world when I am drunk.
drunk in the world, I don't believe that the world's nonsense can be interpreted, and who will fall into the matter.
Fengzhu Jingzhi understands the delusion of Zen, and believes that there is true love, which is fate.
Mo Dao boy does not lie about it, who knows that his ambition is in the clouds, and it is all rhyme, and he looks back and smiles for a thousand years.
Orpiment is not an insect, looking back and smiling at the flowers, the world's amorous species, all in the nonsense.
Know the taste, forget the lies, have no regrets, and smile at yourself.
The dust is turbid, there is true love, all into a sentence, looking back and smiling.
It's always spring, drunk red dust, flowers bloom and fall, only people who talk nonsense.
When we meet and smile, there is no other day in the world, I am arrogant and say that you are not strange, I don't know where the peach source is.
Haggard and aware of the past, but even more aware of the lazy is a lie, there is true happiness in the world, meet a smile and open the bottle.
If you don't believe that there is such a peak in the world, you will be calm, knowing that this is Penglaike, why bother talking about the world.
A smile is beautiful, the spring breeze has a letter to the border city, and the peach and plum have no color, knowing how many layers of flowers bloom.
Ten thousand pines, galloping thousands of miles where is Bole now, the mountains are gone.
The spring breeze walks all the way to the song, a total of this life, thousands of miles of lovesickness is not over, and the whip urges the horse to journey again.
Bole is not a hero, he has stepped on the rugged road and is not endless, galloping for thousands of miles without tiredness, and riding horses into the sky.
To Chang'an, the letter horse is happy all the way, the heart is not old, I don't know what year Bole is.
A horse and a flat river thousands of miles to send Zhenghong, where is it now, stepping on the green mountains and eternal emptiness.
Walking on the song, where to send Bole bosom friend Acacia, tell the heartfelt feelings.
Where is Bole now, walking all over the green mountains to find the old traces, galloping thousands of miles without regrets, and spurring the horse to roar in the sky.
A line of leads, horses travel thousands of rivers and bumpy life roads, Bole bosom friends have been passed down from generation to generation.
The dream is short and the green horse, the love of thousands of miles is deep and white-haired, Bole doesn't know where to go, and he still steps on the spring breeze.
I don't know where to find plum blossoms in the snow, and thousands of miles away are the first to run.
Where is the joy now, walking all over the green to find a confidant, and return to the hometown.
Thousands of miles to send good news, a horse Pingchuan Vientiane new, Qingshan people are not old, I don't know where Bole is looking.
The horse is far away from love, a line leads, Bole doesn't know where to go, and leaves empty hoof prints to step on Pingchuan.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art