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Aesthetic sentences of ancient chivalrous men

Aesthetic sentences of ancient chivalrous men

The sword is shining, the blood is red, and my life is decided. I'm sorry, I borrowed your loneliness, and I'm afraid it's hard to pay it back in my life.

The distance of flying over time and space is limited by the light of the sword.

After so many years, I dreamed and dreamed. After so many years, people were drunk and the cup was broken. Who will comfort them?

Years have passed, either robbery or resentment, except for you.

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Memories are dusty, and even the best memories are like kites with broken lines. All I have is some sweetness, either cold or hot.

Looking at the red lanterns, the doorman groaned under the moon. Last night, Chang 'an was peaceful.

Youth, get your hands on the fleeting time; Time flies and my face is broken.

Gently playing the sad piano, listening to the lonely songs, caring.

How much is the whole city, and the fireworks in the prosperous times are hard to reach loneliness.

Peach blossoms in March, one petal at a time. Twisted time gently awakens a little melancholy, whose loss turns into a night of sadness? For the world. There are many unforgettable memories behind.

My vacant thoughts pass through my fingers, looking for traces of yesterday.

Thinking of your smiling face, I shed tears all over the floor that winter.

Xiaoyao sighs, what are you sighing about? My heart was hurt by Iraqis and the world was displaced. My man began to cry at the thought of Su Yan.

Half melancholy, half happy. Twilight arrival, my heart is in my heart. How much love and sadness? When to get drunk and when to rest.

A color of Mo Chi, half light time, everything has passed. Drawing a plain pen and remembering the sigh of an old enemy, it is difficult to leave.

Recalling the past, you and I talked about the moon, I played the piano, and you danced, which made a beautiful past in tenderness.

Whispering in my ear has become yesterday's sadness.

After turning around, I can't find the lost promise anymore. With a flick of a finger, the whole city disappeared.

Drunk sword dancing, watching the stars turn in the sky, no ink marks dry, the world of mortals, the old enemy has attacked.

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