In fact, life is a cup of tea, a ballad, and an intriguing poem! Let us walk all the way, taste all the way, experience all the way, and quietly enjoy this beautiful life!"

After speaking, the applause lasted for a long time.

At this time, Leng Luoyu suddenly shouted: "I'm going, why did you give a speech, this is not logical?"

Zhang Yang asked, "What logic?"

Leng Luoyu said: "Other protagonists of other people, in the end, they all become the pinnacle, and in the end, they pat their butts and go away without caring about anything." ”

Zhang Yang nodded and said, "That's right, I'll leave it to you here." Yao'er, Xingyun, Xiaohu, go, go with your husband!"

"Okay yes!! the three girls cheered and followed Zhang Yang out of here.

Seeing this, Snub Yu was messy alone.

"The wine glass is thick, a gourd is drunk in spring, and a gourd wine is embossed with heavy flowers. Follow me to Xi Tong, the gourd is dry, and the excitement is endless. Who is the same as the green mountains in the belt, riding the wind and the columns, and the columns riding the wind. "On the green hill, an old man was drunk and didn't wake up, as if he was talking in a dream.

A new world where all things are peaceful. Zhang Yang brought his three wives to this new world, a new world, infinitely beautiful.

Listen to the drunken old man humming a tune, cross the green mountains, and come to a beautiful valley.

When early spring arrives, willow branches spit out. Wanmu recovered. A river clears. Bubbling eastward. The warbler sings in the treetops, the swallow flies in the eaves, the white clouds are blooming, and the grass is green.

Peach Blossom Valley, splendid flowers. Pink beauty, purple and red. Visitors are endless, and laughter is endless. Handsome men and beautiful women, with waists and shoulders. Spring is rippling. Look at the peach blossoms in the near distance like the moon, and look at the temples in the distance like clouds. Flowers are like clouds, clouds are like flowers, and people are like flowers, flowers are like people, and the fragrance is overflowing in all directions. The mountain spring is tinkling, the stream is murmuring, like the sound of nature, like a symphony. Crystal clear, flawless looking.

Children splash in the water. Women brushing branches, men sitting on the ground. Casual and elegant. Shouting on the top of the mountain, singing on the flowers, the former calling, the latter responding, pleasant. Shepherding sheep in the mountains, drinking cattle in streams, and practicing in temples are the right place.

The bees hurriedly collect honey, and the butterflies dance, so lively. A flower and a world, a leaf and a Bodhi, such as nectar in the bath, beautiful.

Beautiful valleys, hordes of people. Couples pair up and roam the mountain peaks.

At the bottom of the valley, a pair of young people snuggled together, talking sweetly and full of happiness. The man among them is Zhang Yang's son Tianxing.

For example, there is no cultivation in today's practice, but there is an endless life. He lived in a carefree environment with the two of them, and he had long been indifferent to the cultivation realm.

Zhang Yang came here with his three wives, and when Tianxing saw his father here, he happily greeted him. The three daughters of Red Lotus naturally went to visit their future daughter-in-law.

Zhang Yang and Tianxing walked in the valley, and Zhang Yang asked, "Do you still hate your father for abolishing your cultivation?"

Tianxing shook his head and said: "I have now appreciated the beauty of ordinary people, but my life has no end, but Zhu'er she..."

Zhang Yang smiled: "Don't worry, as long as you stay with her sincerely, you will grow old together, and her life is in your hands." ”

"Thank you father!" Tianxing said excitedly.

Tianxing's concern is that he has an endless life, and his lover is just a mortal, who will definitely experience life, death, sickness and old age. At this time, Zhang Yang told him that as long as they truly loved each other, his wife's life would be as immortal as his.

Looking at his son's happy appearance, Zhang Yang shook his head and sighed: "I really envy you, as a father and the creator god, to manage the big and small things in this world, it is a headache to think about it." ”

Tianxing said with a smile: "If you have any headaches, you should be a tourist." Think of you and your three mothers traveling around the world, the wilderness must be a good taste!"

"Say, when did you kid be so silver...... Cheap?" Zhang Yang slapped Tianxing's head heavily, and then laughed: "But I really haven't tried that taste..."

"Whew!!" Tianxing gave his father a big roll of the eyes.

Outside the sky, Liu Yiran looked at the peaceful world in front of him with distress, and said to Hua Ruyue beside him: "I'm so angry, ** explain everything to the three masters, saying that he is inspecting the people's situation in the new world, I think he just took this opportunity to be happy." The most infuriating thing is that the three uncles actually stuffed all those worries to me!"

Hua Ruyue smiled: "I will always be by your side." ”

Liu Yiran's three uncles are Lin Tianwei, Ye Feng and Leng Luoyu. At that time, these three coerced and lured Liu Yiran to be their apprentice, and Liu Yiran had no choice but to agree. Unexpectedly, Liu Yiran fell for the strategy of the three of them. Since he became the apprentice of these three, he has not learned any skills, but a bunch of trivial things have been handed over to him. So Liu Yiran was speechless and depressed!

Zhan Tai Ziyun accompanied Tianyong Zhenren to swim in the starry sky, Tianyong Zhenren gently took Zhan Tai Ziyun's jade hand, Zhan Tai Ziyun Jade blushed and was very shy.

"Ziyun, it's time for you to know who I really am. "Tianyong Zhenren has transformed into a man with a jade tree and a wind. When Zhan Tai Ziyun saw his appearance, she not only exclaimed, "Master!"

It turns out that Tianyong Zhenren is Lan, and Lan has been guarding the Xianlan Sect as Tianyong Zhenren all these years. As the god of time, he can predict things in the future.

Lan sighed: "My mission is to supervise the growth of the Creation God, and now that Shao Yu has become the Creation God, my mission has been completed." Now I just want to stay with you. Spend time together. ”

"But. You are my master..."Zhan Tai Ziyun lowered her head and whispered.

Lan smiled: "You and I are already a god. What do you do with those vain names?"

Zhan Tai Ziyun was silent, which was a tacit acquiescence. Lan was ecstatic, picked up Zhan Tai Ziyun, flew towards the world, and temporarily built a shelter hut, Lan carried Zhan Tai Ziyun into the hut.

For a time, the dragon and the phoenix are playing, and the spring love is unlimited.

The God of Destruction discovers the traces of Arashi and Zhantai Ziyun. He was furious for a while, and snorted: "This pair of silver gods and immortals, they don't deal with the creation of the world, they go to secretly do such an ugly thing!" With that, he sent down a heavenly thunderbolt and struck this hut.

The hut was shattered by thunder, and the god of destruction turned green when he saw the scene before him.

I saw a pair of dogs carrying out the intercourse, but they were killed by a thunderbolt from him. However, Lan and Zhan Tai Ziyun were standing aside, neatly dressed, and they both raised their heads and looked at the sky at the same time. Burst out laughing.

Knowing that the two of them played tricks on themselves, the God of Destruction cursed: "I curse you for not having a child!!"

At this time. Zhan Tai Ziyun and Lan sneezed at the same time......

On the other side, Zhang Yang and his three wives were walking in a desert.

"Ah, lightly, it hurts!" the little fox shouted.

Zhang Yang's face was black, looking at the little fox jumping in front of him, and when he turned around, he saw Xingyun's blushing face, and said speechlessly: "This girl, peeked at me and you yesterday..."

"Ah, don't say it!" Xingyun's face was flushed and feverish, and she lowered her head very shyly.

Zhang Yang watched the little fox in front of him screaming louder and louder, flew over with a cold snort, picked up the little fox and put it down, and corrected the law on the spot, this time the little fox screamed endlessly. The two daughters, Red Lotus and Xingyun, had long been ashamed and hid aside.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Yang was so powerful that he forced his power to attract the red lotus and Xingyun to his side.

"Haha, the little sheep are wolf!" Zhang Yang laughed uncontrollably, and the three girls screamed endlessly...

It's called wilderness.

The moon in the mirror, the flowers in the water, the spring flowers and the autumn moon are charming. Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog, flowers are fog and fog are also non-flowers. Like the watery years, the glorious years, the floating light and shadow of the past, right and wrong after the taste of who knows; floating like a dream, the brocade is grandiose, the lights are red and willow green and sinks, and the vanity is left in vain sadness and empty sadness.

Zhuang Shengxiao dreamed of butterflies, but I don't know if Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies, or butterflies dreamed of Zhuang Zhou. The lifelike butterflies are haunting, and the floating world is breathtaking. In the past, the Marquis of Tanglin is now a melon grower outside the city, and there are many sighs and lamentations left in the story of the Fantasia years, but there is only a dream of loneliness and isolation.

In the dream, pour out a lifetime of love and hatred, moving the heavens and the earth, drinking a glass of grape wine, drunk life and dreaming of death, a promise of a sea oath, butterflies flying. Outside the dream, cook a cup of wine between the flowers, drink alone to the moon, sigh a song of parting from the sheng flute, Yin Yin is like a complaint, see the joys and sorrows of the world, the world is impermanent.

A touch of the morning sun once made the dark season misty and colorful, a stone once made the calm lake ripple on the surface, a light song once dyed the face in the dream crimson, and a sound of longing once made the dry eyes burst into tears. Thinking about the past, the eventful years are thick.

The tea of memory blooms with the fragrance of lotus flowers, which is absolutely beautiful in the time, and the flying butterflies bring the breath of love, full of the haunting thoughts in the memory. The lotus blooms for half a life, the flowers fall for a season, see the vast world, the glitz and the firmament, nostalgia between the flowers, shuttle through the floating world, and look up under the mountains and rivers.

Flowers also fly flowers, and dreams are not dreams. Zhuang Zhou woke up from the dream, the butterfly had already flown away, leaving a curtain of dreams, with the tune of posterity through the ages, and the thoughts were long.

The lonely figure stood on the cliff, his eyes were hazy, his temples were white, and his heart was haggard.

Looking at the sky at night, his voice was hoarse, and Yan Ruyu's death was a pain he would never forget.

Whoever forsaken the old man waited for a lifetime

Whose face is haggard with a lifetime of promise

Parting, sorrow and hatred are intertwined

Weave a dark net

Just because you have stepped into the parting of life and death

Who, who's who

It's worth a lifetime of waiting

It's worth the moment

Promise Huangquan Dream lightly

Tears, shed tears for whom

Who understands the bitterness of tears?

A thin glass of wine

Three points of tears, seven points of sorrow

Tears, for whom

The land is full of desolation

How to carry cracked tears

Once Yi Yi drowned three thousand

Ego. It's just a world of the two of you

Liang Zhu is in love with butterflies

Cohabiting Xiaohan looks like each other

Now. Heaven and earth are separated by long

Hate. The long dark night was dreamless

Send acacia to dawn

I'm waiting

Waiting for the next life to reunite with you is in the rolling red dust

Waiting for another round of anticipation

Like my face, my thoughts have been condensed for a long time, and the wind is light

The wind is light and the clouds are light......

In the silence, a woman looked up at the starry sky, stared stupidly, and sighed:

"Smelling the vague fragrance and sweetness, walking on the footprints of the past and looking at the rain. Relying on each other across the shore, pouring out a lifetime of love, a few sorrows, a few thoughts, and finally a wordless ending. In the world, there are many loves that eventually become golden classics because of imperfection, and become a song that has been left for thousands of years......

Holding the old leaves drifting in the strange road, the thoughts that I never forgot broke through the cocoon and became a butterfly fluttering in the rain, and Liang Zhu's grievances and love tread lightly in time and space, sighing for the eternal empty flowers. Drop a frozen teardrop. The trembling sound of the piano is frozen in the myth of flying like wings. Weeping and complaining. Through the remnants of tears, a bleak mound of green mounds, isolated on the side of the bleak road, thunder and tremors in winter, rain and snow in summer, heaven and earth are together, but dare to be with the king to the unswerving oath of death, turned into a life can not be together, death is the same hole. This kind of love between life and death is what kind of sad eternity! The wind blows the broken years like flowers, and this love that cannot hold the hand of the son and grows old with the son has become the most beautiful embellishment of mythological love......

The world is like smoke, love is like fire, the waning moon is full of sorrow, the melancholy of the cardamom years, who dyes whose gaze? The dark night like ink, whose emaciated back, in a trance, lost to the desolation buried in the stars? Whose wind and frost, a thousand years like yesterday's watch over the hand of the present life? At both ends of the Magpie Bridge, the eternal reincarnation waits for the annual reunion? The infatuated cowherd and the virtuous weaver girl perform the eternal swan song of the seventh magpie wing bridge in early July......

If life is only as it first sees, will there be less obsession? The clock that has stopped swinging roses, forgotten whose past it was? Endless lovesickness is broken, and a few vows are written into the faint, faint moonlight. Romeo and Juliet, that unforgettable and poignant love, is just a dazzling scenery of youth, if only death is the final destination after deep love, willing to sleep in a deep kiss with each other, rather than wake up again in the insoluble contradictions of the family......

The flying water sleeves brushed the back of the water, a song of love drunk dancing into the poignant of falling snow, several farewells, all fell into the peach blossom pool, wisps of ghosts silently cried on the bent crescent, a cage of dust and smoke, a romantic picture, folded into the dream of Loulan thousands of years of teardrops, the west window cut candles, can no longer pick up the dream of red sleeves and fragrance.

Chewing on the long story, permeated in the charm of the millennium. Open the title page of our story, all the vows are also persistent waiting day and night! Endless lovesickness, endless waiting, endless anticipation......! Looking through the autumn water, dear! Far away, have you ever heard the farewell feelings I sing to the setting sun every day? You who love me! Have you ever heard the number of degrees of affection I wrote to you under the cold moon and cold stars? If our story can become a classic in the afterlife because of the imperfection of this life, then let me be alone, sitting in the emaciated time, forgetting the laughter of the red dust. From then on, seclusion in the depths of poetry, deep boudoir caressing the piano, twisting the pen in the window, burying the picturesque rivers and mountains for you......

The love story in the world may have different endings, if you are born and I am not born, and you are old? If you are born at the right time, the buds of love are staggered in different seasons? What if you are already her husband and Yi is married to his wife? Perhaps, that kind of affection, it is good to understand each other. If you have really loved, why should a lover end up married......

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