Ancient celebrity love quotations

if you want to be together, it's hard to look at each other, and everyone is heartbroken. Do you know any other quotations about the love of ancient celebrities? The following are the love quotations of ancient celebrities that I carefully arranged for you. I hope you like them.

Selected love quotations of ancient celebrities:

1) If you run wild, I will accompany you with wine in this life.

2) It's unusual for life to be just like the first time.

3) If you have a tiger in your heart, sniff the rose. After the feast, I burst into tears.

4) It used to be difficult for the sea to touch water, forever amber. -Yuan Yan's Five Poems of Thinking Four

5) Life and death are broad, and Zi Cheng said. Hold your hand and grow old with your son. -The Book of Songs? Hurricane? Drumming

6) earth endures, heaven endures; some time both shall end, while this unending sorrow goes on and on for ever. -Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow

7) that we wished to fly in heaven, two birds with the wings of one, and to grow together on the earth, two branches of one tree.. -Bai Juyi's "Song of Eternal Sorrow"

8) I don't regret the gradual widening of my belt, which makes people haggard for Iraq. -Liu Yong's "Fengqiwu"

9) If the two feelings are long-lasting, they are still in the morning and evening. -Qin Guan's

1) When will Acacia meet? At this time, this night is embarrassing. -Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words" The latest love quotations of ancient celebrities:

1) There is a beauty, I don't forget it, I don't see it for a day, and I think about it like crazy. -Anonymous "Feng Qiuhuang?

2) This time I leave you, it is the wind, the rain and the night; You smiled, I waved my hand, and a lonely road spread to both ends. -Zheng Chouyu's "Fu Bie"

3) When you enter my lovesick door, you know that I am lovesick and bitter, and I am lovesick for a long time, but I am lovesick for a short time. -Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words"

4) If you raise the road dust, if you muddy the cement, when will you meet harmoniously? -Cao Zhi's

5) "The Bright Moon on the Tall Building" is sad and different, and the two should be the same, and the most difficult thing is to clear up grievances in the bright moon. -Nalan Xingde's "The Young Beauty"

6) Returning your eyes to tears, I hate not meeting each other before I get married. -Zhang Ji's

7) How to let you meet me at my most beautiful moment. For this reason, I have been begging the Buddha for 5 years, asking him to let us have a dusty relationship. -Xi Murong's "A Flowering Tree"

8) How can I live together but not die? -

9) In this life, you are my confidante who has forgotten for thousands of years. You are me, stained with the world of mortals and scattered with sad thoughts. Origin and fate, passing by, who dumped my city, whose heart I lost, from then on, that touch of face forgot the end of the world, and there was no face to face. With you, miss a season, it is the season of falling flowers. A suit of red, skirt fluttering, throwing out tender sleeves, as if throwing out the past of a thousand years.

1) The yellow sky and the blue sky have gone, and from now on, it will be divided into two places. Is this life to accompany, or the afterlife to cherish. Tianya road, the soul returns to its hometown, there is no snow or shine tonight, there is no sorrow or joy, and the two sides look at each other and the wind is thin. The spring rain dawned one night, willow outside the stack, wormwood on the stranger, and flute playing in the wild. In the past, the world was far away, the catkins were light and soft, and the running water was flying. Since I dumped the wine on Jiang Tian, I have washed the present and it turned out to be a smile.

11) Who is wandering around the buildings and who is waiting by the ancient road? Looking back for a thousand years, a hundred years of loneliness. Lonely who with, lonely who * * *. Past life's brush shoulder, this life's meeting. Love flies in the wind, and love plays in the rain. Once wishful thinking, once crazy in love, wake up with the wind. At this moment: love is speechless, and love is silent. Tears wet my eyes and filled my heart.

12) The autumn wind is clear and the moon is bright. When the fallen leaves gather and disperse, Western jackdaw's habitat is full of surprises. It's embarrassing to meet each other on a blind date; When you enter my lovesick door, you know that I am lovesick and bitter, and that I am lovesick and look back, and that I am lovesick and infinite. If I had known this, I would have never known each other.

13) Who did the bonus thank? The leaves are green. Who? Who is cold in the moon? The wind dispersed. Who? Flowers bloom in one season and wither in the other. A tree spits green, and the ground turns yellow. A hook Leng Yue, full of acacia! After all, it's the reincarnation of previous lives, and you can only be appointed if you are unwilling. I really don't have to care, I just can't do it. So, walking and forgetting all the way, but also reviewing all the way frequently, unwilling, reluctant, unbearable?

14) When the prosperity was exhausted and time was broken, I saw a sadness in front of the defeated flowers. All the vows were not as good as fate, and the end of the transformation of prosperity was incomplete. Who watches the world for whom? Who is looking for who is going home, and who is making flowers for whom and scattering them into rain? I whisper in my heart and dare not forget. Make a last wish before reincarnation. Does anyone wait for one minute in exchange for my life's expectations?

15) The heart is like the sea, and the feelings are like flowers. Who has been wrongly paid for infatuation? Beauty tears, who should blame? Who is it, singing in the ear; Who is it? vows of eternal love. Surging and surging, my heart seems to have returned to that year. You and I held hands and leaned against each other, strolling on this faint ancient road. Now, the years are gone, the dreams are like fog and electricity, and I have no regrets all my life. Love is everywhere and beauty is in an instant.

16) whoever watches for whom becomes an eternal monument, who condenses into a thousand-year-old tear for whom. Who keeps the sea in mulberry fields for whom, and who waits the night until the day for whom. Who boils the moss into white hair for whom, who consumes the youth into a flower for whom. Who made who laugh, who made who cry, who held who's hand, who married who? It doesn't matter who is who, whether you know the answer or not, don't try to be who you are!

17) Lonely stars are broken, dreams are broken, and clothes are cold. Yan in the mirror, thin under the moon, looking through the curtain, looking forward to full of sadness. I always want to avoid those memories about you, return to the final peace, and make my heart calm and calm. However, at the moment of turning your head, you forgot the tenderness of the Millennium and planted an unforgettable injury for me in this life; Thousands of drunkenness, all drunk endless sorrow in this life. Inside and outside the volume, every word is engraved in the heart, and only one song sings a constant story and fades into the bottom of my heart.

18) the moon is still silent, and the years have turned several times in the world. It's hard to stop talking, watching the world of mortals and misty rain rivers! I don't understand how to correct the mistakes, just like a frozen picture. Feelings are long, and those pains and touches again and again are just an empty dream in retrospect.

19) I can't bear to be a prosperous master and listen to prosperous songs. Painful lovesickness has ignited another kind of loneliness, and the love that has been bumpy for several generations will eventually stop in the painting of parting. The beautiful parting long shadow has opened our distance. On this shore, you are on the other side of the river, and I can only say hello to you through the fog. You insist on stepping on my heart and then leave.

2) The wind is bitter, the water is cold, the hibiscus is beautiful, the peony is fragrant, the morning dew is drunk, the willow leaves are weak, the xiaoxiang dusk rain is like a curtain, the lips are coveted, Li Xiao is bent over his desk, the flowers are shadowing the wall, the bamboo forest is in the evening breeze, a piece of paper is presented, the singing and dancing are pure and jade, and half a cup of tea is soaked in the residual temperature, and I see that I have been displaced for a lifetime, sighing the residual dew of Yu He. Drunk tonight, the time has passed; Memories of the past, shallow ink plain notes. The pupated cocoon becomes a butterfly, and the butterfly is broken for the flower, but the flower flies with the wind. Sing a few whispers, drunk and ask what year it is today. A collection of love quotations of ancient celebrities:

1) The nectar and dew are beautiful, and it hurts the soul to wait for the fall, and the flowers are picked up in the evening, sighing that the temples are ruined. Standing alone under the moon, we are inseparable. Looking at the flowers with a blue lantern, a solo cold crescent moon, full of chaos, instantly blooming, lost in the throbbing mood years buried under the rain of phoenix trees, madly in love with your 3 thousand hair.

2) Los Angeles is silent, the pen is broken, the dust is dancing, the quicksand is flying, the Qinhuai is raining, the sadness is cut, the ink is stored to warm up Ike, the moon is bright in Qin Dynasty, the female wall is moved, and Cangyang Jiacuo is swaying and singing. When the window blows late and the waning moon sets, stepping on the shadow means shaking the whole city, dreaming brilliantly, falling to the ground, touching the pain left by you, and unconsciously wetting the tears in the corner of your eyes.

3) The pen is flowery, shallow and dark, the book is plain and inky, with makeup on it, eyes full of tears, a cold smile, a light drink, comforting the vicissitudes of life, shaking the boat, boating on the lake, a smoke, fishing alone in the cold river, rippling layer by layer, and gradually dispersing. The weak pen is still for you.

4) The wind is bitter, the water is cold, the hibiscus city is full of fragrance, the peony is fragrant, the morning dew is drunk, the willow leaves are weak in the kiss, the dusk rain is like a curtain, the lips are coveted, Li Xiao is bent over his desk, the flowers are shadowing the wall, the bamboo forest is in the evening breeze, a piece of paper is presented, singing and dancing are pure and jade, and half a cup of tea is soaked in the residual temperature, seeing that I am displaced, sighing the residual dew in Yu He. Drunk tonight, the time has passed; Memories of the past, shallow ink plain notes. The pupated cocoon becomes a butterfly, and the butterfly is broken for the flower, but the flower flies with the wind. Sing a few whispers, drunk and ask what year it is today.

5) When Cheng falls, he will feel sad, pick up flowers in the evening, and sigh for the broken temples. Standing alone under the moon, we are inseparable. Looking at the flowers with a blue lantern, a solo cold crescent moon, full of chaos, instantly blooming, lost in the throbbing mood years buried under the rain of phoenix trees, madly in love with your 3 thousand hair.

6) The immortal elegance under the Green Monument has gorgeous lonely years. The dead-leaf butterflies of flowers, with their broken wings, are dancing in the youth. Whose blood and tears are buried in the ground, whose stories are transformed in troubled times. The tears of a thousand years, the eternal love, are endless, but it is a world of one person. The empty city is covered with smoke and sand, and under the ruins, the lonely soul is free to learn the next peerless myth.

7) Touch the crimson lips, want to talk about rest, and talk lightly about pomp and circumstance. I am drunk and carefree, but I can't help but pick the fallen flowers, a few lights, languid all night, linger in past lives, the wind and frost crush the plum blossoms, shake open the folding fan, steam my head with blue and white flowers, and worry about Shui Mu's years.

8) The human language, Suzhou City's Luoxia, sad and heartbroken songs, the collapse of red embroidery and fragrant fragrance, the subtle and painful loneliness, faded with time, which was originally a dream fairy tale of two people, but now it has become a joke of one person.

9) Xuan paper dyed with ink, Hanlin thesaurus, holding the brocade and grosgrain, draped the dream, expressed a piece of acacia ink, and calligraphy lingered. Han Fu Yuan Qu, a farewell song, stained with Tang Shining's ci, lost in Jin years, composed a gorgeous farewell song, reposed in pain, fell asleep in that life, sadly hurting the soul, and became miserable. Pointing to the falling flowers, the rain in become a butterfly, the wind and smoke, and the dream, I know a volume of Sanskrit.

1) After playing the piano, the joys and sorrows are gone, the stars are hidden and the moon is broken, and the life is chaotic, the candle is still full of tears, the reflection is drunk, the rosewood is fragrant, including the song of the whole city, and the night devours the mountains. Who is recalling the aftertaste? Luo silk is cold and weak, and it plays absolute beauty, with a swaying face, and the solo music ends. Cold dreams become Yu, the mountains are picturesque, and the lofty sentiments are empty. I will write a piece of ink for you and write down the love of the world. Yuanyang playing in the water, Tsinghua ups and downs, leaning on the bar and thinking deeply, hating the morning light.

11) Huanhua drips quietly with the passing water, and a spring dream leaves the night dawn. I once wrote a book for the remnant butterfly, and I was shocked by the light rain for a long time. The stylus became a mourning, and the tears fell with the words. The crescent moon fell to pay homage to my childhood friends in those years.

12) Who is wandering by the buildings and who is waiting by the ancient road? Looking back for a thousand years, a hundred years of loneliness. Lonely who with, lonely who * * *. Past lives rub shoulders, this life meets. Love flies in the wind, and love plays in the rain. Once I was wishful thinking, once I was in crazy in love, and I woke up with the wind. At this moment: love is speechless, and love is silent. Tears wet my eyes and filled my heart.

13) the beauty is far away, and the lovesickness is bitter. It is difficult to pay for it after several times. Meeting and getting drunk is the leading edge, where the wind and rain disperse and float. Why sentimental, why spoony. If the flowers are sentimental, they have already withered. Affection is strong, love is strong, how do you know that the red silk is wrong and the road leads to the same goal? Joy also worries, joy also worries, only after stepping through the snow in Xun Mei can we stop and look back at the end of the day. It's better to forget each other than to be in the Jianghu!

14) I can't bear to be a prosperous master and listen to prosperous songs. Painful lovesickness has ignited another kind of loneliness, and the love that has been bumpy for several generations will eventually stop in the painting of parting. The beautiful parting long shadow has opened our distance. On this shore, you are on the other side of the river, and I can only say hello to you through the fog. You insist on stepping on my heart and then leave.

15) At the beginning, the mutilated body now is so plain 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. It is better to learn from my Buddha and go away, and find a bluestone under the bodhi tree to smile and know your heart. Destined, everything goes with fate. What was once unforgettable is still in my heart now.

16) In this life, love pays off the lovesickness, and flowers shake off tears. Don't look back, I'm just drunk for Iraqis. If you can't help yourself if you don't feel deep, how can you be as cold as frost? I will miss a pot of warmth and drink the past; Wandering around the world, just smiling for the beauty, but not missing this drop, it makes people feel deeply grieved! Where we meet, the purple smoke is long, and the horizon is broken, and the words are still bleak. If true, if false; I am stupid and I laugh.

17) I don't cry when I'm in love with a song, but I'm sad, just sad. I've been looking for it for half my life, but I haven't seen you at close range, and I can't forget the end of the world. How can I think about it? Drinking also hurts, but it's sad. It's the most affectionate, but it's a parting. I don't want to meet each other. My face is thin and my face is thin. I can't hold it. In the past, I was gentle, but it was unfinished, but it ended. For three thousand years, the two worlds didn't touch each other, just the dusty road.

18) We once met in the purest age, were happy in the flamboyant youth, separated in the vicissitudes of the years, and looked forward to meeting again when the dust settled, just to confirm your happiness, just to see you smile again, and then left indifferently. Since then, passers-by have never returned home. Only a wisp of faint fragrance is left, which is scattered in the changing spring and autumn, a trace of lingering, penetrating the world of mortals?

19) I entered the world of mortals only because I was born of misty rain, and I talked about the world of mortals only because I loved the ethereal nature of misty rain and sighed at the world of mortals only because I saw the sadness of misty rain all over. I love the world of mortals, but I can't love the world of mortals as misty rain. I look forward to the world of mortals, but I can't expect the world of mortals to be cold as misty rain, but I hate the world of mortals as chaotic as misty rain, but I can't bear the world of mortals flying like misty rain. . . . Misty rain and red dust, little tears.

2) The long-lasting love of that life is a long-lasting yearning, how much cold and desolate it is, how much moss it overflows, how much misty rain it turns into, and how much ordinary love it blows away! It's sad, but I can only be a passer-by in this life, which occasionally reminds you and forgets, thus repeating the plot of our life. In the end, people are scattered, leaving only the past that was blown down by the wind and the past that cannot be forgotten?

21) It was once said that lovesickness is not sad, so why don't the ends of the earth stay together. At that time, I was clever, hard to understand the fate, late in regret, hard to return to acacia, and the thousand-year expectation turned to dust. Don't look back, it was always a flashy dream, and the ancient songs were still heartbroken, so there was no sadness. The world of mortals is full of different meanings, but it's hard to understand, and it's unforgettable, and tears seep into your clothes. The most thought, if young and frivolous.