Jitterbug's Hottest Ancient Style Copywriting

1, bright my eyes, cleanse my mind; with my experience, into my dream.　2, independent of the small bridge people do not know, a star like a bucket to see more time. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'll be able to get a good look at this.　3, is my memory of junxi, houjunxi, think of jun when to return, is my think of junxi, think into tears, make up tasteless, for you to wear a wedding dress, can dare to peep my beauty?　4. Cherry blossom red on the street, willow green by the pool. In the sound of swallows, the love of another year.　5, the corridor an inch of love land, the falling moon into a lonely leaning. The back light and the moon on the flower shade, has been ten years trace ten years heart.　6, March spring breeze caress willow, once again mountains and rivers wear green clothes.　7, only do not forget the love, cold incense, snowflake hibiscus, bamboo hedges and huts like the flow of years, between the turn, blood light red brake a touch of peach blossom color. Only do not forget the love, red silk thousands of strands to intestinal breaks, delicate dance stops the surprise of the present, hate hate is still grudging, the song as a picture and then difficult to as the first wish. The only way to forget your love for each other is to go on a light boat ride in the Jiangnan rain and smoke, splashing the water in the center of the pavilion, and then enjoying the smoke, and the willow leaves pulling up the curls of your hair. The only thing I will never forget is my love for you. The red dust swings and treads a thousand times wrong, the fiber sinks and stains the blood of the Suzhou Que, the warm starry rock, the pear rain pouring down the city to look at each other without words. Only do not forget to think of each other, Chang'an March apricot blossom Xie, love sinus at the beginning of cherish young people, the heart wants to read, but ultimately some parting in the heart.　8, do not say that I have no tears, only because I tears have been exhausted. *** Drinking South Candle wine, do not understand the sadness of lovesickness. If it is not the branches are not attached, the falling flowers will not be mercilessly floating down. Fear of lovesickness, already lovesickness, it is the turn of lovesickness no place to resign, a hint of dew between the eyebrows.　9, cloud sleeves, curved eyes smile, get jade blowjob willow floating, the end of January, bamboo horse road, full of snow and wind over Xieqiao.　10, the sunset without a good man, the moon under the lonely shadow drunk, broken thousands of thoughts and hundreds of sadness speechless lost face night; murmuring dreamer, bleak cliff corner soul, galloping lonely only this starry sky.　11, the wind and I have an appointment, sent three or two moonlight, pouring into the inkstone grinding. Dipped in ink color tracing, a few points of tranquility, a few points of indifference. The eyes are full of lovesickness, and I have never said anything about it.　12, the rain shanties sparse by splashing fire. The street swing is not yet clear. The apricot buds are broken. The red and white color of this blush is fading.　13, eyes knit spring mountain, eyebrows knit autumn waves.　14, the little girl to bother many days, the gentleman do not blame. From now on, after parting, the mountains are high and the water is far away, I walk alone, you don't have to see you off!　15, I hate life before the accumulation of fate, the ancient Buddha green lamp degree of the flow of years.　Jitterbug's hottest ancient style text 2 1, the paper is a little worn, some fuzzy. But every outline, every trace, seems to be recorded across the millennium thousands of years of thoughts.　2, perhaps the marriage of the past life, perhaps the fate of the next life, wrong to meet in this life, adding a fruitless grudge.　3, such as you and my story into a pen and ink a little bit, the remaining temperature on the paper, I will hide the love, hate and anger pretending to be style over no trace.　4, West out of the Yangguan without a companion, drunk also do not have to return, a branch of willow, for you a drop of hero tears.　5, a paper cool, write my half-life uncertainty; a paper vicissitudes of life, the book of my life alone; a paper yellow; remember me this life frost.　6, even if the king of the world mountains and rivers, even if the emperor's hegemony withered bone looming, after that no you *** enjoy, I have to what use.　7, this life, you are me, forget the thousand years of confidant, you are me, dyed red dust, scattered sentimental thoughts.　8, do not put the youngest string dial. Complaints extreme string can say. The sky is not old, love is hard to stop. Heart like a double silk net, there are thousands of knots.　9, lightly holding the cloud fan step dancing, an anger, JiaoLanJiaJin, to be other days, jun secular return, and then for jun laugh all the red dust.　10, the way of heaven, the way of heaven, the sky has lost the way, we fight the sky.　11, sadness even red powder tears, eyebrows cut spring mountain Jade.　12, Farewell, in the misty eyes of tears between the flowers fall; heartbreak, in the fingertips of . The color is pale.　13, let the sorrow disappear on earth; give love a vast blue sky, give love an endless grassland. Let that true love fill between you.　14, you fade all the clothes of a military horse, wash all the dust of a world of death, no longer run to the battlefield, looking forward to the return of the Secretary of a world of love.　15, look at the flowers in the fog, in the end, who is old waiting. The building looking at the moon, in the end, looking at the end of the world.　16, where there is a will, where there is a way, lying down to taste the gall, a hundred and two Qin passes belong to the Chu; bitter people, the sky will not be disappointed, break the axe and sink the boat, three thousand Yuejia can be swallowed by the Wu!　17. Snow on a thousand mountains, moonlight. Waiting for Yi, lovesickness. Cold clothes tune, a song, can not sing all the strands of love, a thousand knots of tenderness.　18, you have your clothes, I have my messy red face, you love your beautiful city, I love my gentleman smile.　19, the wind branch scared dark magpies, dew grass covered with cold grasshopper.　20, the sword pointing to the sky, I would like for you to cut all the red dust, cover all the world, kill all the rebels, just ask you to show your face smile.　21, drinking alone with empty sacrifice, an acacia into the picture. Looking at the river and listening to the water, who will accompany me to count the falling flowers?　22, Outside the court, the flowers fall at first, fine rain and breeze. The warbler is talking sweetly and smiling. I don't remember, I don't miss, I don't want to, are you okay? The old wine in the streets and lanes, drunk into the floating dream, a thousand let down ten thousand inseparable, vaguely see you come.　23, light of the red dust and prosperity, shed the young Shaohua, thin size years, thin fingertips Fanghua.　24, three or five nights, the moon half-wall, osmanthus shadow dappled, the wind moving shadow, Shan Shan lovely.　25, this over you and I will have no destiny, you hit the south side, I go to the north. You are in the mountains and waters of the beautiful people, I am also mindful of the bitterness.　26, the world has a hundred charming thousand red, only you are my love. Any other things are clear and turbid, for you to smile between the reincarnation of the sweet fall.　27, the ancient sands of who is complete, in vain to calculate who's mind.　28, the world's wind and clouds out of my generation, a into the jianghu years urged; the imperial map of domination talk and laugh, not win a drunken life.　29, listen to the wind and clouds fall, see the flowers blossom and fade, pen a touch of sunset night. Invite the moonlight into the ink, read the old face, turn around half a window fragrance far away.　30, there are a hundred winks and a thousand reds in the world, only you are the love of my life.　31, Lixan language after the night half, night rain Linling end not complain. How to be as fortunate as a child in brocade, than the wings and branches of the day wish.　32. I'm drunk on my travels, and I'm afraid of the dawn bells.　33. The sadness of the departed, the sadness of parting. I have been thinking y about it. I'm sorry to hear that, but I'm sorry to hear that, but I'm sorry to hear that, but I'm sorry to hear that. I'm not sure where I'm going with this.　34, I will Dali's embroidery chants, that with your plowing and cooking, with children home vow, to be your departure, will break the red rope.　35, but pouring wine, what do you want tomorrow? This evening is still better than the past sad, afraid of which years of empty look back, alone to severance of sadness.