82 classic love archaic sentences

First, butterflies are beautiful. After all, butterflies can't fly across the sea.

Second, people have become different. Today is not yesterday, but autumn is as old, and people are empty and thin.

Third, it seems that this star is not last night, for whom the wind and dew stood in the dark.

Fourth, there are trees and branches on the mountain. I don't know if I am happy or not.

5. Over the years, I have been dreaming of youth, only idle people, not gentlemen.

6. Yuzhu once wrote about the Phoenix Tour. When people disappeared, the water ran out.

Seven, who caresses my hair, who owes me a lifetime price?

Eight, the golden wind and the dew meet, winning countless people.

Nine, elegance refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time.

Ten, who finally made the string break, the flower fell off the shoulder, blurred.

Eleven, who wrote the feelings into a book but recorded them in a book, only remembering the past years.

Twelve, my wings, burned by a tear, can't fly to the sky.

Thirteen, all kinds of stories, but the feelings hurt; Xiao Shui people go, as bright as frost.

Fourteen, the wind is blowing, the water is full, and the bell is ringing in the cornice pavilion.

Fifteen, three lives and seven lives, I fell in Yamaraja forever, although I don't regret it, just for love.

Sixteen, under the rain in Liangcheng, Xiaoqiao people, accompanied by Jun, would rather lose the world.

Seventeen, the world is like a lotus, pure and elegant, not dirty and dirty, and look down on glitz.

Eighteen, the sky is not old, it is difficult to get rid of it. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.

Nineteen, there was once a tall building, singing songs at night and dancing sleeves on it.

Twenty, once upon a time, before the flowers and under the moon. Today next year, the ends of the earth.

Twenty-one, the vast space and time, the vast sea of people, meet you, don't forget.

Twenty-two, meet temporarily before the flowers and under the moon, and shed tears on my skirt. He has set foot on the floor and never came back.

Twenty-three, you can still quietly drink tea and crush this scene, bustling fireworks.

Twenty-four, after parting, I dreamed a few times, didn't hold hands, and tears splashed on the flowers.

Twenty-five, the rivers and lakes in the dream are full of flowers, people come and go, and they are prosperous.

Twenty-six, drunken with flowers, dreaming of a boudoir, watching the spring breeze, and worrying by the pool.

Twenty-seven, if there is an afterlife, I just want to become a Hua Die worm and fish, birds and animals.

Twenty-eight, how many beauties have been worn out and how many lovesickness pieces have been broken, leaving only blood and tears.

Twenty-nine, as beautiful as flowers and jade, as fleeting, I can go back to the past, but I can't go back to the beginning.

Please don't forget what happened, just can't remember.

Thirty-one, then, if we meet again in the future, will it only be inferior?

Thirty-two, a thousand years of fame, I buried you all my life, a delicate country, a ridiculous life without a king.

33. If two people meet and look up together, that place is heaven.

Thirty-four, always born in a casual year. Look back at the other side. Even if it is found that the situation is longer.

Leave your tears to those who love you the most, and your smile to those who hurt you the most.

Thirty-six, a flower and a world, a leaf and a pursuit. A song and a sigh, a person's life.

Thirty-seven, people are wandering in the rivers and lakes, missing in their hearts, and I don't know when I can meet my old friends in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Thirty-eight, smoke will be scattered, vertical and horizontal knot scattered; Listen to the string and break three thousand infatuations.

Thirty-nine, snuff injury, a row of fall to the ground, home, green hills.

Forty, who forgets first, turns the country into the old country. I refuse to play. Shadows are amazing.

Forty-one, the first to forget, pour the country for the motherland. I don't want to play, and the shadows are amazing.

Forty-two, I have been singing this song all my life. After I fade away, I will wait for you to make peace, quietly.

No man is worth your tears, and the one who is, won't make you cry.

Forty-four, red candle * * * Who is silhouette, making a glass of wine, lingering and drinking, in this life, only Fu Junxin.

Forty-five, one day my heart will be robbed. I am afraid that he will marry me in this life, but I am not serious, so you must remember.

Forty-six, the phoenix is in pairs, and the misty rain and autumn colors fly around. Now, the phoenix is gone, and the phoenix is empty.

Forty-seven, your heart is unpredictable, don't wait to leave, the song is over, I am willing to hold your hand and be gentle.

Forty-eight, dust has always been like water, and it is rare to cry. Why do you do your best? Don't be sentimental, love to hurt yourself.

Forty-nine, it's so sad that Iraqis passed away. Where are the tears hidden out of thin air? The tide remembers the morning and evening, and the flowers bloom on the other side.

Fifty years of life and death are two boundless, with no thoughts and unforgettable memories, and there is no place to be sad when you are alone in a grave thousands of miles away.

When pain becomes a habit, you will stand up and move on.

52. Have I seen you on Huangni Road, by the forgotten river, beside Sanshengshi and Naihe Bridge?

Fifty-three, there is a kind of love in the world, there is no luxury, no one is right or wrong, and there is no blame for shallow feelings.

Fifty-four, let me live one more second, let me be with you and embrace the smell of lavender in the wind.

Fifty-five, at the beginning of the world of mortals, mountains and rivers are boundless. Facing the initial heart, smashing nightmares is impermanent, and life is unparalleled.

Never frown even when you are sad, because you never know who is falling in love with your smile.

Fifty-seven, long street, fireworks, you look back, low pavilion, the world of mortals rolling, I sigh Xiao again.

Fifty-eight, you did the right thing, no one will remember; When doing something wrong, even breathing is wrong.

Fifty-nine black birds flew across the sky. I am standing in the city. Look at the time of burning to ashes. Make noise.

Sixty, those prosperous sorrows will eventually become the past, please don't be disappointed, ordinary is for the most beautiful.

61. A kind of forbearance is actually a kind of strength, and a kind of silence is actually a shocking confession.

Sixty-two, the song should cry, for those promises that cannot be fulfilled, for the deepest love in life, and finally dispersed into clouds.

Sixty-three, we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? See Jun Qing as a stranger. Shao Hua turned white for an instant, and Tianya promised you.

Sixty-four, people have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain and shine. This matter is old and difficult. I hope people will last for a long time, and thousands of miles are beautiful.

Sixty-five, Iraqis can't hide their vicissitudes in red. Poor spoony lang, leaning against the building and looking far away, but his soul is broken.

Sixty-six, the world out of my generation, into the rivers and lakes, was urged; Talking and laughing, you can't live a drunken life.

Sixty-seven, time flies, people know that flowers and snow melt into another autumn. The hair has changed to white head. Who knows how many times to look back in my life?

Sixty-eight, if you win, you lose, and you have a long period of sorrow. There is wine today, and I will be drunk tomorrow.

Sixty-nine, if you can become a lifelong companion, it is like finding a treasure under the sea.

Seventy, listen to the string and break 3 thousand infatuation. Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips.

At the age of seventy-one, I stood alone on the edge of clouds and water, looking at you, the person I can't ask for, with frostbitten flowers in my hands.

Seventy-two, I love to cry, so it's hard to give up my heart. I want to let go but I can't spend the spring and autumn of my life safely. I know.

When you are depressed, I am your pistachio. When you are sad, I would like to be your sad tree!

I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I am with you.

Seventy-five, see the spring flowers bloom and fall, the autumn wind blows away the summer moon, and the winter snow is another year. She waited until people were thinner than yellow flowers.

Seventy-six, flowers from Shui Piao to water, a kind of acacia, two leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.

Seventy-seven, a sword breaks wide, where prosperity falls. Leaning against the clouds hides loneliness, even if others laugh at me.

As long as I live, I will call you everything to me. As long as I live, I will never hide you.

Seventy-nine, don't look back, why not forget. Since there is no chance, there is no need to call names. Today, everything is like water. Tomorrow night, you will be a stranger.

Eighty, I don't know what I'm doing, but I'm going deeper. The living can die and the dead can live. People who are born but can't be born and die, and those who die and can't be resurrected, are not affectionate.

8 1. I always wonder whether my memory lives on the other side of the strip, and whether my annual rings died on this dark cloud in the strip. I can't tell you how lonely I am.

Eighty-two, who dispels the taste of lovesickness, who is looking forward to the return of his lover, who is in tears, who paints Liu Yuemei, who complains in the song, who thinks about the reincarnation of tea, who pays the wrong price for it, is heartbroken.