Against the sky, against the nature of people, it is not easy to transcend, once it is against the sky, it will inevitably suffer the biggest return, and it will definitely pay the most expensive price, which will definitely lead to the common encirclement of heaven, earth and man!

Zhewang was in the sunlight of the great sun, looking at the scorching heat in the air, and the sun shining on his face, he had the feeling of Apollo, the sun god, but the sun god was something, not a thing.

The trail in the arcade, a few couples come and go, the man is tall, the woman is beautiful and beautiful, one of the girls is sunny and fit, the other is slender and almost perfect body, and she is also a beauty embryo, and she talks delicately but without any outstanding spiritual temperament.

The king of love watched carefully for a while, the young woman became more and more softened, with the breeding of science and technology, artificial and natural together, if it develops for tens of millions of years, this water spirit world can be formed, but it has nothing to do with itself. The lover is gone, and he continues to walk on the road against the sky.

The philosopher looked suspiciously at the lover on the road against the sky, the familiar scene once the music emperor walked to the lonely avenue, one side is affectionate and affectionate, and the other is ruthless, is it so difficult to merge into one heart? Love the ice world, love the world, turn a thought, the philosopher laughed wildly, the laughter far away, from the ripples in the sun to the east coast of the Pacific Ocean side of the wave of waves, the king wind with tobacco and withered branches, is blowing the wind of the Pacific Ocean, the king of the heart of the king, feel a burst of joy and a painful emotion, the same is the end of the world, why bother against the sky? Spit out the dead branches, extinguish the tobacco, Wang Feng turned over, from the pavilion to see the outside world, the sky is blue and vast, the sea is endlessly thick and far.

The beautiful woman in the legend is not mine, to raise the noble her, can not afford it, Wang Feng wrote the word "incompetent" in the wind of the Pacific Ocean.

Stretching out his hands and pointing to the sky, pointing straight to the powerlessness of the sky, that finger, the power of that finger, floated through time, roaring from time to the mad moon.

Closing the mad moon in his eyes, he peeked into his future self, who was drifting with the tide on the shore of the Pacific Ocean in Hualien, his eyes, the eyes of the king, the eyes of the pride of heaven and earth, his heart was completely untouched by the world, but he lived in the mediocre world, incompetent, incompetent, incompetent.

The crazy moon without words, didn't ask himself why he would become the king in the future, he is not me, now I am the crazy moon, the crazy moon

"The end of the world is the wind and sand, the story of the red dust is called the tie, the sealing knife is hidden under the east fence of ordinary people, the clouds and wild cranes are ancient, and the fast horses are killed in the rivers and lakes, it is nothing more than fame and fortune can not be let go, how can people who have the country in their hearts be happy?

I just want to share my hair with you.

The sword is out of the sheath, there is a grievance, who laughs?

I just want to embrace you in my arms today.

The wind of the Red Dust Inn is like a knife, the rain falls, the fate knocks, who leads the way in the martial arts, but I only bend my waist for you, cross the wild bridge in the deserted village, find the ancient road outside the world, stay away from the hustle and bustle of the world, and the catkins are free in the hands of the son.

Under the window skews obliquely reflect the branches, and you sit opposite the seat to drink tea, I will write you down firmly with a fine brush, and the pen is not elegant.

Under the lamp, the red color is near the sunset, I said that fate is like Zen does not speak, your tears are like pear blossoms sprinkled all over the world on the paper, love and hate are like freehand landscape paintings, you look back and look back, I laugh in tears, Xiao Xiao in the wind of the wine and flag, and the sword is out of the sheath and grudges. ”

"Red Dust Inn" song: Jay Chou, lyrics: Fang Wenshan (to be continued......)