Poetic female names in Jin Yong's novels

One: It's not cold in the hills of Shao Shi, but there seems to be an odor in fenglingdu's mouth. It's hard to get old in the world. I don't believe that charming girls happen in vain. (Guo Xiang)

Two: the white horse does not carry the sunset, and the west wind sends sorrow. There can be heroic tears in the Central Plains, revealing the blue ribbon of autumn washing (Li Wenxiu)

Three: Lingshu didn't get Shu Tian in the end, so he asked why he had asked Beard. Candles and tears are dripping from begonia, so I can't bear to listen to folk songs and know nothing. (Cheng Lingsu)

Four: It's too late to sing and pick tea, but I still believe that I didn't cheat. There are so many spoony women in the world that men don't know. (Yue Lingshan)

Five: drunk in front of Yanziwu, always stupid in Xinghua forest. Beauty is old, heroes are there, and cattle and sheep return at sunset. (Zhu)

Six: Tired of this world, how to cherish this body? Yang Lang is covered in dust. There are flowers like rain in the world. Who is my concubine among the flowers? (gongsunlve)

Seven: ten thousand rides return to a thousand rides, and the general has no plan to resist incense dust. Death is better than fear in the world? You are Jiashan, and I am the king. (A Zi)

Eight: Come like running water and die like the wind, where you come from, you will end up. The vast sea hangs sails, and the end of the world goes west. (Xiao Zhao)

Nine: the wind is light and the wind is light, winning the title of the world. Yesterday, Jiangshan sang for a lifetime tonight. (Chen Yuanyuan)

X: Where is the greatest pleasure in life? Who is the love of life? Mo Wen pities the people in the lonely mountain. (Menggu)

Eleven: the faint lovesickness is not deep, and the jade sound is slow and astringent. A cold coat looks at an old needle and thread, but my heart is nowhere to be found. (Cheng Ying)

Twelve: Wisdom, backbone and spirit help the country in times of crisis. Clothes are like the muscles of Melissa Zhou. Xiangyang city lost its home and sent the first peach blossom. (Huang Rong)

Thirteen: Crow's head is not like frost and cold, and its language is delicate and fragrant. Chivalrous than Miao girl, also don't teach powder Tan Lang. (Lan Fenghuang)

Fourteen: the most leisurely in the hundred battles, hiding a yellow shirt and riding a thousand pounds. Heaven is always jealous of beauties and doesn't teach Cui Yu to meet Xiao Feng (Huo Qingtong).

Fifteen: it's not that flowers are planted in the world, but that acacia is occasionally dyed all over the world. Qian Shan month has disappeared, but I remember the sunset glow (Lin Yi) shining on Jiang Xin.

Sixteen: Ning Xue came to Solitary Snake Mountain and occasionally fell into the world of mortals as a scattered fairy. I like jathyapple best, but I feel sorry for him only for one person. (Mei Gufang)

Seventeen: The most heartless thing about affection is that honor and disgrace are lighter than life and death. Lonely spring returns to the air to watch the cold, and the breeze sweeps the flowers flat. (Dao Baifeng)

Eighteen: but remember, the wind is anonymous, this life is over, and there is an afterlife. In the afterlife, there are many mistakes, and it is semi-certain. (Mrs. Hu Yidao)

Nineteen: It's not too late to meet a gentleman, but the strong are impatient. Yunv Mountain was in full bloom at that time, and the wind and rain remained the same. (Ning Zhongze)

Twenty: Where is the bitter sea going? Blue light and yellow clothes. If I knew that love would cause anxiety, I would have no choice but to live in a dream (Yuan Ziyi)

Twenty-one: I don't know hate and regret and heart, and it is difficult to tell right from wrong and mouth. After all, human feelings are as thin as paper, so it is better to wait for the clouds in the snow ridge. (Shui Sheng)

Twenty-two: the phoenix-flavored lyre is extraordinary, and the Pingsha geese are in Guanshan. Ignorance makes mistakes, eternal hatred, and the piano will never stop and never play again. (Nanlan)

Twenty-three: Mandarin is elegant and charming, and Tingting is swaying in the Chun Xue. Recalling the past in Su Xinxiang, the sunset is thin under the ice peak. (Miao Lan Ruo)

Twenty-four: In the depths of the blue waves, Wu Nong sings the fine print in soft language. Mo Wen, a young man, is crazy, and so am I. (A Bi)

Twenty-five years old: How about two identical ones? Linxi failed to pass the jade phoenix fold. Affectionate and partial, listen to Sanskrit in May. (Yuan Ziyi)