Sad old sentences

1, the dusk is like smoke, the clouds are full of illusions, and the pink maple bell rings;

Brewmaster, an idle poet, borrowed a glass of wine to amuse himself.

Du Ying Buyi, Lonely Wind and Poetic Moon, Going to Stay, Mei Mei Bird;

Gardenia blossoms have soil and flowers, and autumn pools are cold, rainy and old.

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

3, long streets, countless fireworks, you pick up the lights and look back.

The pavilion is short, the world of mortals is rolling, and Xiao sighs.

4. Who finally broke the string and the flower fell on the shoulder, blurred.

5, how many beauties wither, how many pieces of acacia, leaving only blood-stained ink to cry.

6, the vast land is broken with a sword, where there is prosperity, where there is music. Leaning against the clouds hides loneliness, even if others laugh at me.

7. Make him know everything and smile at you.

8. Send a song to Jun, regardless of reunion at the end of the song.

9. Who scattered the smoke and scattered the vertical and horizontal?

10, listen to the string break, break 3 thousand infatuation. If the flower falls, it will disappear in the wind. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips.

1 1, there are trees on the mountain, and there are branches on the wood. I don't know.

12, whoever forgets the other party forgets first, and dumping the country is the old country.

13. There used to be a tall building that sang at night and had dancing sleeves on it.

14, when all the flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you.

15, finally covered the world for the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. After the glory of China, it was just a scene, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.

16, still water flowing deeply, singing loudly; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy.

17, under the moonlight, laugh at the love and hate between people, the world is red with flowers.

18, the clock hangs under the eaves, the eaves are bell guards, and the clock does not know; The wind blows the bell, the bell is the song of the wind, and the wind is incomprehensible; The world says that ruthlessness is the wind; I mean, what's wrong with being stupid!

19, several times lamenting the joys and sorrows of generations, ridiculous life is not up to me.

20, fame and fortune, I buried you all my life, exquisite country, ridiculous but no king's life.

2 1, peach blossom is lonely, because it grows for people touched by love; Bloom for the injured.

22. The Phoenix that once played here, so that this place is named after them, failed to keep the appointment and waited all night. From then on, Wan Li cried.

Once the world is completely silent, I don't know whether I am sad or hurt.

24, still water flows deeply, and songs are sung; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy.

25. The past events covered by years are fleeting and covered with faint sadness.

26. There is no sadness in this season of leaving. Only endless thoughts are spreading wildly.

27. Born with joy, died without regret.

28. Accumulate eternal love lines and crush deep red acacia.

The river is lonely, the banks are dark green, and you are everywhere.

30. Worrying about the charm of Qingyuan is a distant sadness, such as Wei Yun's lonely moon, which can only be seen from a distance.

3 1, lights and stars, sounds and songs are endless.

Dark clouds cover the moon, no one can tell you how lonely you are.

32, lamenting the tears of red face and the death of heroes, the world has suffered a lot. Mountains and rivers are always silent, how can we be happy?

The most beautiful archaic sentences, sad archaic love sentences

The most beautiful archaic sentences, sad archaic love sentences

1, looking back on past lives, this life has become attached, and the world of mortals is rolling, who can follow! The so-called Iraqis, water side, hard to rely on, tears flow thousands of times! A person leaning against the window, the bright moon in the sky, looking around, a person sad! Love is hard to cut, lovesickness is hard to break, I think about it day and night, and I look forward to it every night! Magpie in the branches, with sadness, hopeless heart, tears spilled on the skirt! Time flies, how can it be wasted? Beauty is easy to get old, but how to flow? If you are interdependent, don't leave!

2. In the depths of the world of mortals, who accidentally hit the horse, crushed the flowers and stained your feathers; In the cycle of architecture, who stands by the water's edge, inadvertently looking back, smiling scattered in the wind, intoxicating your eyes. The quiet night is a few degrees deep and a few degrees shallow, and time has surged. Who have you smiled for? Who have you painted eyebrows for? Who leans on the sword after the world of mortals clears, who looks forward to gazing at the quiet place by the water. ...

3. Crossing the world of mortals, it is difficult for the harp and harp to understand the meaning of lovesickness, and the eyebrows are low and lovesickness is difficult. Tears fall on the world of mortals, and the flowers on the other side are trees. I looked through the autumn water, but I couldn't see the ferry. Lost in the world of mortals, that faint sigh hurts the soft mood. Give your heart to Henggu's poems, and sing them gently for you with a thousand years' reincarnation. Let that yearning seep into my heart and dream for thousands of years. ...

4, Iraqis wear red makeup under the moon, I don't know who Iraqis hurt. Birds are still in pairs, busy singing together. But Iraqis shed two lines of tears. Isolo is accompanied by moonlight, and only the lonely shadow lingers. Lying under a wicker skirt. People say that if two feelings look at each other forever. Why do I dream with you? The people in the play are heartbroken and meditate in their dreams. Ask yourself who Yuanyang is spinning for? Looking back at the lonely shadow under the moon, falling flowers around me. You can enjoy Iraqi red makeup alone.

5. the flowers on the other side bloom for a thousand years, and the flowers fall for a thousand years. Flowers and leaves don't meet, love is not cause and effect. Fate is doomed to life and death, and glitz and Cang Sang will eventually hurt too much. Noise and silence, after all, can't escape sadness. Butterflies love the world, move for a season, keep it for a season, give up shadows, love without affection, shed tears, linger, suffer too much pain, and eventually bloom and fall, but they can't escape melancholy!

6. Sitting in the fleeting water chestnut, with warm sadness, gently telling the bitterness in my heart. Endless words, endless feelings. Sighing the fleeting time and singing the vicissitudes of life, the fallen leaves in autumn and the summer injury of tea will eventually become an eternal freeze, and the eternal world of mortals will never be broken. Cut out the western window candle and light a stick of incense. Don't say forever, how far is forever? It's just a snap of your fingers.

7, a gorgeous encounter, a silent ending. Two flowers bloom, two flowers bloom. We met in the wrong season and grew up in different worlds. You go east, I go west. From then on, I passed by. It was just an accidental meeting, but it was a sad beauty. If life was just the first time, would you still choose such an encounter? If life is like the first time, will it be as prosperous as a fleeting time?

8. Seeing each other late and falling in love too slowly put me in a dilemma. Butterflies are beautiful. After all, butterflies can't fly across the sea. Ten years of life and death are two boundless, I don't think about it, I will never forget it, I am alone in a grave, and there is nowhere to talk. If life is like the first time, why bear the pain of people walking cold tea? Meeting and parting, mixed feelings, lying on the sofa, living in a dream all my life!

9. Who is wandering around the building and who is waiting by the ancient road? Looking back on the Millennium, one hundred years of loneliness. Lonely who accompany, lonely who * * *. Past lives rub shoulders, this life meets. Love flies in the wind and loves to play in the rain. Once I was wishful thinking, once I was in crazy love, and I woke up with the wind. At this moment: love is silent, love is silent. Tears moistened my eyes and filled my heart.

10, the original sum, and now the mutilated body is so dull and unbearable. That's all, no matter how beautiful the story is, it can't stand the fleeting time. Everything happens for a reason, and everything becomes fate. Why don't you walk away like my Buddha and find a bluestone under the bodhi tree to laugh at your heart? Destiny takes a hand, everything goes with fate. Something that was still in my heart.

1 1, a mountain can't be separated by two lovesickness, and a horizon can't be separated by two sentences. I miss you with my life, drink that bowl of dream soup alone, bury myself between the mountain and the bones, listen to the trickle of water, and the breeze dances with the fallen flowers! Listening to the wind, I can't finish reading the thoughts of my life, and running water can't finish reading the love of my world.

12, a world of mortals love, a thousand-year love, a few strands of acacia, how many old dreams have you had? On the water side, I would like to take a boat with lotus fragrance, cross Qin Mingyue and tang style Song Yun, and find you on the vast Xizi Lake! I just want to ring for you every night when I miss you, gently; I just want to smile for you and erase the dust in your life!

13, a melody rustling, joys and sorrows. With a touch of vicissitudes, the sleeves are full of fragrance, and the feelings of the world disappear without a trace. Dancing through the fingers is a prosperous life, playing a romantic sadness. Holding a bright moon, carrying a wisp of breeze, through the Millennium dust. Lonely fingers slip through the sadness of the soul, how much affection is left? ..

14, tears in the sea, Wushan clouds, the world of mortals, suddenly looking back, the flower-like face, such as the tenderness of the sea, will shine endless light and shadow, and carve eternal beautiful moments in the history books. Tonight, I stay away from the blue boat and the grass; I don't want to dance on the willow tree, and I don't remember flying flowers. The clouds are broken and the shadows are oblique; The geese passed by and settled quietly. At this point, I just want to be with you, * * * ChanJuan.

15, sad, whose piano music softened into a Qian Qian knot? The moon falls and the crow falls. Whose wind and frost have been sung for thousands of years? When a smile provokes infatuation, it is doomed to go through a thousand years in the world of mortals. Tonight, I got drunk in my past life for no reason. Deep in the lotus root, Liuan, misty rain terrace is still a Wang Yang.

16, in the dream, whose Yu Di is lingering and whose singing is melodious and tactfully? The sound of the wind is like the sound of nature on the earth. The echo drops from the running water, crosses the mountains and falls in the wind hundreds of times. The slightest tenderness is like a flower falling all over the sky. The petals float across the beauty and fall on the pillow, melting into thousands in the dream. When you listen to forget yourself, three points of water and seven points of spring scenery, and the wine is very sweet.

17. Looking back for the last time on Naihe Bridge, I turned the last trace of nostalgia for the world of mortals into two lines of clear tears on my pale cheeks. Tears entered Meng Po Tang and stayed in Sansheng Stone and past lives. Many samsaras came to my eyes, frozen for thousands of years, lonely for thousands of years, and everything was silent at that moment. How can we leave in previous lives, meet in this life, and meet again in the afterlife? If you live your dream, you will get a hundredfold. ...

18, you are the pearl before the Buddha. When the dust settles, the memory of love is as bleak as the wind and frost. I am willing to fall in love with you in my last life, perhaps just to exchange my meeting with you in this life. I can't dream because of your lotus nut, I just want to get the flowers in this life and the thousands of years of waiting for you and me in my last life!

19, a wisp of smoke, curling up, green dragonfly water, catkins fluttering. Floating life is like a dream, quiet as water, not asking about feelings and troubles. I only wish you a good life, a good past life and a bitter life. No matter rain or snow, I just want to be indifferent, drunk and dream of death, fill my half-life displacement and bid farewell to my life. Peeling and covered with scars, waiting for the phoenix nirvana, I wish to send a piece of paper in desolation, and I wish to have clothes in this life.

20, drunk know the wine is thick, awake know the dream is empty, it turns out that it is also a kind of pain to watch the residual flowers wither. Who buried the promise of a lifetime in front of your grave? Whose love of life and death is painted in the world of mortals? In the end, I can only keep the same face for a thousand years. Looking at the cherry blossoms all over the sky, I feel sad, but I can't hide the mottled time. Burned-out elegance, for whom to turn into a flower on the other side? Whoever caresses my hair owes me the price of my life.

2 1, a bridge, called helplessness; A river, called Forgetting River. On the banks of Sansheng Stone, Iraqis are still there. I am willing to accompany you to laugh three thousand times and leave without regrets; Remembering beauty as jade, sword as rainbow, breaking vanity; Unfortunately, Hong Fei has tried his best to worry about every word, and it is hard to think about it. Between the flowers and the moon. He smiled and drank Meng Po soup. She doesn't cry for beauty! And the rain is invincible, and the world is worried. If there is an afterlife, it will be a beautiful city. Who knows this love?

22, drunk and forgotten, why bother; Pity the quiet night, the shadows are bleak. We have known each other for thousands of years and love each other in this life; If you can't move, you will have a lot of worries, and tears will flow first. On a young night, string your warm words together and fold them into Tang and Song Dynasties, laying a good foundation for tonight's writing. A kind of love can only be sent in a dream, and I, like a butterfly in a dream, wait for the moment of dawn dance in the slender moonlight.

23. Buddha said: Looking back 500 times in the past life, all I got was the passing of this life. Once in my life, there were many incense in my last life. Holding hands is fate, looking back is fate; Life is predestined, and love is predestined; If there is an afterlife, the afterlife is also fate. Life is made up of countless predestinations; Let you knot and untie. Cherish the fate, follow the fate, and you can see the origin and end with the Buddha's heart.

24, as beautiful as flowers and jade, but also enemies like water; If the heart is like a rock, it can't beat the clouds. There are too few people in this world who care about each other, and too many people in the Jianghu forget each other. Some people who have loved deeply regard the morning and evening as everlasting, and regard a moment as a lifelong love. So I agreed, so I hope to hold your hand and grow old with my son.

25. In the Millennium, whose eyes are fascinated by the world of mortals? Whose yesterday did you get in this luxurious world? A tunnel through time and space, a wave of wandering past lives. Inadvertently lost in the journey, I once again returned to Jiangnan in my dream. On that day, peach blossoms were flying and green silk was blowing willows. Qian smiled and looked at half makeup. Caressing a song, whose heart has been intoxicated by the lyre for thousands of years? Confused, I was shocked by that glance, fell into that glance, and sank for a thousand years.

26. We are all passers-by in the world of mortals. I'm obsessed with you? Who broke my heart for me? The vast sea of people, who am I staying for? Who is waiting for me? How long can the scenery of the hidden moon be treasured? The world of mortals smiles, how many people have never found their true love, and how many people have lost themselves in the search ..... In the sunset, they shed tears at the residual flowers, making the love of their lives turn into a corner of their eye.

27. How many mortals pass by, how many clouds pass by, and after a farewell, the world is scattered. Butterfly water sleeve dance breeze, warm jade smoke piano geometry; In the dream, the dream of selling incense to Iraqis is still the same, and abortion is still the same; Yuanyang drunk beside Qinhuai River, osmanthus flying in the palace. Drunk eyes, tears make people look good. My heart is still missing, my love is stranded and my life is scattered, but I can't leave that summer, and I will always leave my thoughts in that fleeting time.

28. In the face of life, the scenery that passed by-in the red dust, we passed by. In the end, who is whose scenery ... I only know that when distance is no longer distance, we will meet, form water, condense into ice, or turn into dust ... I hope you are my most beautiful scenery, and I am the person you have been waiting for.

29, leaning alone on the balcony, tears streaming down her face, Tanabata alone loves Iraq. Don't ask a gentleman to grow old, but ask for a lifetime. Words are easy to hurt; Wine gets drunk easily. Sese tears, sweet smile. It's just that the flowers fall on Qixi night and turn into a play. In an instant, I forgot the season. Empty memories disturbed the silence. The smile is gone, and Qian Qian is absolutely lonely. Missing China for many years is like a dream. Like running water, it's gone forever. Don't leave crying, don't complain about the last sadness.

30. Los Angeles is silent, the pen is broken, the dance is strange to dust, the quicksand is flying, the Qinhuai rain is melancholy, the ink is warm in Ike, the moon is bright in Qin Dynasty, the female wall is moved, and Cangyang Jiacuo is happy. The window blows late, the waning moon sets, stepping on the shadow shakes the whole city, dreaming brilliantly, falling to the ground, touching the pain you left behind, and unconsciously wetting the tears in the corner of your eyes.

3 1, pen flower, shallow mark, plain ink, makeup, tearful eyes, cold smile, light drunkenness, comfort vicissitudes of life, boating on the lake, a cigarette, fishing alone in the cold river to avoid snow, layers of ripples, gradual dispersion, light pen,

32, nectar and dew, waiting for autumn, hurting the sad soul, picking flowers at dusk, sighing and breaking the temple. Standing alone under the moon, we were inseparable. A blue lamp looks at flowers, a lonely crescent moon bends, the ground is chaotic, it blooms instantly, and it is lost in the throbbing mood. Years are buried under the rain of phoenix trees, madly in love with your 3,000 hair.

33. The immortal elegance under the Green Monument is a splendid lonely time. The dead butterfly in the petals, with broken wings, danced when young. Whose blood and tears are buried underground, whose story is changing in troubled times. A thousand years of tears, eternal love, endless, but a person's world. The empty city is shrouded in smoke and dust, and under the ruins, the lonely soul is free to learn the next peerless myth.

34, point crimson lips, want to say rest, light words, plain writing, drunk and carefree, only the fallen flowers can be picked, a few lights can be lit, the yellow night, lingering past lives, the wind and frost pressed the plum, rubbed the blue window, shook the folding fan, steamed the blue and white headrest, a roll of curtains, worried about the years.

35, the human language, Suzhou city, sad que heartbroken, red embroidery adds fragrance, beans Kounian, subtle, sad and lonely, light disappears at any time, this is a dream fairy tale of two people, but now it has become a joke of one person.

36. Xuan paper is dyed with ink, Hanlin narrates words, holds brocade, dreams, expresses a piece of acacia ink, and calligraphy is lingering. The Yuan Song of Han Fu, a farewell song, was stained with Tang Shining's lyrics. During the Jin Dynasty, he wrote a gorgeous farewell song, resting in pain, sleeping in that life, hurting his soul sadly and becoming miserable. Pointing at the fallen flowers, the rain is turning into butterflies, wind and smoke, and dreams. I know a volume of Sanskrit.

I don't cry when I miss a song, especially when I'm sad. Just sad, a twinge of heartache, half-life search, can not meet at close range, can not forget the end of the world. What should I think? Drinking also hurts, but it's sad. Is the most affectionate, but it is parting. I don't know why I fell in love. I have a thin face and a hazy figure. I can't hold it. Once gentleness was in my hands, unfinished, but it ended in a flashy ending. For three thousand years, the two worlds have been out of touch with each other, and only the dusty road is chaotic. ...

38, it is best not to meet, so you can not fall in love. It's best not to know each other, so as not to miss each other. It's best not to accompany you, so you don't owe each other. It's best not to cherish each other, so you can't remember each other. It is best not to fall in love, so as not to dislike each other. It's better not to be wrong, so it's not wrong. It's best not to depend on each other, so you don't have to rely on each other. It's best not to meet, so you don't have to meet. Treading on thin ice's spirited life and painful love step by step.

39, once, for whom to cry! You are the sand blown into my eyes, which blurs my eyes and can't see the sky clearly. This is a busy ending, not the whole city or this country, but everything to me. What do you want? Be together for life. Or a greedy day. I want it. Just a simple but stable life. Love to death, running water under the bridge The best happiness is the care you give.

40. The past is in a hurry. Looking back, the past has become a common practice. At the end of the song, people scattered, listened and turned to injuries. A low eyebrow, a look back, must be a dream curtain of a thousand years of drunkenness. Looking back at the Millennium, I don't know what it used to be. The world of mortals is drunk, for whom are Iraqis haggard, and for whom are they crying when they are old? After the prosperity is gone, things have changed, and you can't give up your gentleness!

4 1, don't smear sadness with sadness, and don't pay homage to tears with tears. Be happy and smile; After disasters and years of vicissitudes, we still have to fight hard and be strong. That rain once abandoned fields and eaves, but it could not abandon the memory of love. There is no return to the original tenderness, only ridicule floating in the wind. Looking at the end of the Song Dynasty, things are different, sighing the prosperity of the world is not enough for tenderness.

42. Who did you thank for the bonus? The leaves are green. Who is it? Who is cold in the moon? The wind dispersed. Who is it? Flowers bloom in one season and wither in another. Trees spit green and the ground turns yellow. A hook of Leng Yue is full of lovesickness! After all, it is a reincarnation of past lives, and I can only accept my fate if I don't want to. I really don't care, I just can't do it. So, I forgot when I walked along the way, and I turned back frequently all the way, unwilling, unwilling, and unbearable …

Sad and beautiful encyclopedia of China ancient sayings.

First, it is the sorrow of fate or the pain of reincarnation.

Second, how many beauties are listless, how many pieces of acacia are broken, leaving only blood and tears.

Third, let him know everything and smile for you.

The Miao man stuck between her tongues wanted to dance for you and finally fell in love with this country.

Five, the night is cool, the lights are dim, the ambiguity is exhausted, and the song is euphemistic.

6. I know that this love will not have any result, but it can comfort my soul! .

Seven, the heart is micro-moving, but far away, things are not right, people are not right, things are not right, and the past cannot be chased.

Eight, worry about Qingyuan charm, is a kind of distant sadness, such as the lonely moon in Wei Yun, can only be seen from the horizon.

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

Ten, raise a glass and get drunk, drink all the snow, and be at a loss for another year.

Eleven, passing scenery, is there anyone to collect for you.

Twelve, as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade as soon as possible can not compare with the fleeting time.

Thirteen, lights and stars, sounds and songs are endless.

That love song is about romantic love, but it has nothing to do with you and me.

15. When the fog cleared and I woke up, I finally saw the truth. It was silent Qian Fan.

Sixteen, it is the sorrow of fate or the pain of reincarnation.

Seventeen, that period of prosperity passed, and we were hurt beyond recognition by loneliness.

18. Looking at the sun and the moon that day, there was silence. Green mountains and green waters, stretching from generation to generation; Just like in my heart, you never left, never changed.

Nineteen, this star seems to be not last night, for whom the wind and dew stood in the dark.

Twenty, people can never see the lens, but I mean a thousand years in the world, such as my moment.

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

Twenty-two, dark clouds cover the moon and no one is seen. I can't describe how lonely it is.

23, the fog dispersed, I woke up, I finally saw the truth, that is Qian Fan's silence.

Twenty-four, who forgot first, dumping the country is the old country. I refuse to play. Shadows are amazing.

There are many things in the world, but you are my favorite.

Twenty-six, who has a panoramic view of the beauty, who feels who is sad.

Twenty-seven, the dream is fleeting, go back to Qushui to watch the fireworks break the full moon.

Twenty-eight, don't look back, why not forget. Since there is no chance, there is no need to call names.

Twenty-nine, if you win, you lose, and there will be trouble and hatred for a long time. There is wine today, and I will be drunk tomorrow.

Thirty, that prosperous time passed, and we were hurt beyond recognition by loneliness.

Thirty-one, who finally made the string break, the flower fell off the shoulder and blurred.

Thirty-two, in whose era, whose world.