Why are you still dying?

The smashing of Qin Shiyue, the maple leaf snow is thin and thick. The sword in the hand is a sheathed blood or a dance for nine days. Look at the moon or the ink night, Yuanhong is mirroring the heart of the lake. The wind blows snow and the people walk away, and the tall buildings are red and the fire is flying. In the dawn of the day, a feather wearing a Yang Jian, a dance to the city over the national grievances, and then dance the world to the face, the strings are fascinating.

Cheng, is the philosophers of the philosophers; war, is the heroic sword; Jin Ge iron horse all the way to talk and laugh, the afterlife wind scattered, the mirror hole water lost words, look at the moon or ink night, cast a lonely Note, the sea is ups and downs, where is this heart, and who is the master of the country, is it not a disappointment? In the middle of the turn, the past and the world changed half a voice sigh: meet each other and return to the hatred of blame for the success or failure of the cloud like a cloud to reunite the heavens as a mad rush to shoot the shore.

Who is as deep as poetry? Who is as thin as paper? Who testified this long day? I am going to resign, who sees the night and night? It’s a sacred sacred god. For you to win the Kunming community. If the front edge is like a wash, what is the fear of death? In the savage dreams, the warm peach blossoms are broken like rain. But who loves hate the same root, who can solve it? Two-phase knowing, passionate, heart-wrenching thanks; cups of wine, heroic blood, eternal goodbye, will be shocked; the end of the world obsessed, no longer ask sadness, just ask you in your heart. How to break the string? Continued you and me this ending? The advent of what love is? No one does not surrender, guarding you. Pearls are dusty, and you will never know if you know me.

Fengyun changed the smoke to the moon, and he still remembered it in the end. The rest of his life paid a sentence: If you are born, you will die without fear! If you are in love. Love and hate to participate in the business of the West, willing to move the world! I am obsessed with leaving my hand.

Third day: single fried rice