Selected ancient-style sadistic jokes_A collection of ancient-style super sadistic jokes

Friends who like to watch heart-wrenching jokes are definitely people who are more likely to get sad, and are typically looking for abuse. Below is a selection of ancient heart-breaking jokes that I compiled for you. I hope you will like them.

Selected classics of ancient heart-breaking jokes

1. We want to stay together, but it is difficult to look at each other. People are separated from each other and their hearts are broken; love is easy to pass away, but hate is also long-lasting. In the dim lights, people are hesitant. .

2. It’s hard to tell the heartbreak, the wind cuts every inch of the heart, the yellow spring falls in the blue sky, love is short, hate is long, the ends of the earth are twins in the sea, the heart is forgotten, the drunken laughter is in the next life, we must not bear the burden. It's hard to let go of love, hard to stay in heart. Flowers facing the moonlight night turn into sand between fingers in the blink of an eye. It is better to forget each other for the rest of our lives and go back to see the faint green mountains, the distant flowing water, and the horizon.

3. One thought is prosperity, another is gray, one thought is joy, and prosperity is everywhere. One thought becomes an obsession, and every inch of my lovesickness becomes gray.

4. Three thousand prosperity, in a blink of an eye, will be nothing more than a handful of yellow sand after a hundred years.

5. The flames of war are just for the beauty’s smile. It overturned the world and disrupted prosperity.

6. The farthest distance in the world is not between life and death, but between you and me.

7. The bottom of the acacia tree talks about lovesickness, and Si Lang hates it and Lang Lang doesn’t know it.

8. The moonlight shines on the two faces through the old window, the small fan gently swings, and they sleep on a wooden bed in summer. The fragrance of flowers comes into the house at night, and the children's songs are as innocent as ever. A taste of an old house, now a few memories. The rain eaves fall and the leaves enter the curtain. The water flows eastward, I will marry you, and the tears of the past people will be felt.

9. In my dream, I saw a blue demon in a secluded plain basket, and a white silk was burned among the flowers blooming among the spiritual butterflies. Covering your eyes, your reflection is falling, and you are smiling when you meet her. Your eyebrows are pointed with delicate tips, and your hairpin is waving. The ripple leaves have not yet danced, and the gauze skirt is floating. The wind passes by and you are nowhere to be seen, and you are alone and lonely.

10. I am afraid of lovesickness, but I already miss lovesickness. When it is my turn to miss lovesickness, I have no words to say, and there is only a hint of love between my eyebrows.

11. The rain is falling in my old hometown and the vegetation is deep. I heard that you are still guarding the lonely city.

12. Return, the wild geese fly south, the past cannot be chased, a pot of tea is fragrant and a pot is drunk, half a cup of sake and half a cup of tears.

13. There are few catkins blowing on the street, and there are not many people coming and going. As the music and songs disperse and the sun sets, who will be persistent for whom for the rest of his life?

14. Break through the three thousand dead cities and exalt my Chu Ge army spirit.

15. Let me play a game of chess, with love as the bargaining chip and fate as the board, until my heart is broken, no regrets!

16. Butterflies are locked in the sea. Is it true that butterflies cannot fly across the sea after all? Or, butterflies do not have to fly across the sea. I break out of my cocoon and become a butterfly. I don't want to be reborn or go to nirvana, nor do I need to fly across the sea. I just want to meet you. Even if my wings are broken and my life is broken, I will drown in your arms.

17. A butterfly sings of strength and loneliness. No one has the heart to blame a butterfly that cannot fly across the sea. Give me a moment to love you, and give me a lifetime to see you go. It turns out that the fleeting years are too long to count, and the flowers will be in bloom when they are in full bloom. It turns out that butterflies cannot fly across the sea after all. Like you my love.

18. Is there really such a person in this world that you must have? That person may not have anything to do with her beauty, her status, or even how long she can stay with you. But you have no regrets in this life. Yours is unparalleled in the world. If so, please don’t let go of the hands you held.

19. If you live up to the Tathagata, you will live up to your love.

20. Maybe you love so deeply that it’s like you’ve never loved before.

21. Even if the storm is dangerous and the years are limited, I will accompany you for three thousand times with drunken laughter, and I will never complain about my sorrow.

22. No one is his, only she is his.

23. ?You said you would not let go, but you did. ?

24. At a glance, there are thousands of mountains and rivers. If you forget one glance, everything will change.

25. A pair of people for life, half drunk, half awake and half floating.

26. You tease me, but I keep my promise and remain unchanged for thousands of years.

27. I try my best to live up to this fleeting time. I just want to watch a snowy moon and wind flowers with you. I don’t want to miss your life like a summer flower. You poured my country into the city, covered my years, and made me happy. My King, this is enough.

28. A cup of city with swaying words, listening to the rain lightly. Qing, Heng, Night. Looking back at the corner of the horizon, I see the half-open lake on the string. Blue, clouds, clear. The wind chimes dance lightly behind the house, the smoke jingles like butterflies and the layer of mist, and the strands fold and fill the misty monologue, becoming a dream. Holding it warm in the palm of your hand, you can enjoy the tranquility under the moonlight. A monsoon wind surges through the soul's spiritual sky, and in the cloud waves, I sit and hold Shu's plain words. Whisk dust, flick sleeves, under the clear moon, lightly walking around Ji Ji's palm.

29. The sound of nature sounds far away. Turn off the lights and hide the curtain of sorrow. My thoughts are wrapped around the green gauze at dusk, and the moonlight is leisurely. Riding alone in the Liaoyuan, the auspicious snow seals the sword, the birds hiss in the wind and mute, and the mist rolls over. The arms of the fence are pulled together, and the boat is carried away from the spin. The stars are dotted in the blue ink, and the mist covers the night sleep.

30. When winter comes, you won’t feel the coldness when you wait for the snow, but the geese skimming the world of mortals will leave scars. Clouds embroider the misty sky to make clothes, and the moonlight and stars are carried on both shoulders. Skinny bones cannot bear the frost after the snow, but only the lonely soul can be fragrant. The snow wine dissolved in the liver and gallbladder passes through the intestines and a drop enters the ice stasis cavity of the heart. It's embarrassing to be sleepless every night, and every word is refreshing and a bit cold. If you think about it carefully, you will burst into tears. You are so frivolous and frivolous, all because of your willfulness and perversity. Wave goodbye to the breeze and ride the waves in the Ming Dynasty through the dust. We miss each other year after year, and we miss each other every inch.

31. Half of the Manchu poems are broken, and the love is deep in three lives but shallow in one life. From then on, you wield your sword on the battlefield, and you wait and miss me. Warm flower wine at the Xuan window, pick the strings and worry alone. Who whispers in the dream, meeting the fallen autumn leaves? The water flows by itself, the remaining flowers rain at night, and the prince returns to miss his loved one. When I test my throat with a sword on the battlefield, I still shed tears on the red paper, my beautiful face is empty and thin, and I feel sad after hearing the news about you. The music of the music prompts the moon hook to break, dimming the night sky, the rhyme of the piano arouses love, and makes the konghou sad. Who can gaze endlessly in the sea of ??flowers?

32. In that life, the king’s long sword sounded mournfully, the end of the world was heartbroken, and the ancient roads were deserted. , whiplash battlefield. That year, I burned incense in front of the Yi Temple, closed my eyes in the shrine, and prayed to heaven in a low voice. Don't forget it. The city is full of smoke and sand, speechless, and there is a sound of falling flowers on the broken bridge. I have been waiting for you for many years, and there are no flowers before the moon, no snow, moon, and wind. The white clothes in front of the mirror are stained with frost, leaving nothing to worry about after farewell. The east wind blows across the painted bridge, the music is as elegant as in a dream, the bright blue pupils are bright, it is always empty to meet and recognize you.

33. The cold smoke on the road, the late autumn gradually fades away, the leisurely heart, leaning lightly on the pavilion, savors a ray of leisurely sorrow. The wind swept down the yellow leaves and stirred up the dust, recalling the Chinese past related to Fengyue. I can’t tell you how many times I have leaned against the pavilion alone and quietly looked out into the distance at the lead-colored sky. The gray sky left me feeling dull and depressed. The sadness was relaxed at that moment, with a ray of loneliness and a ray of leisure, wandering and thinking in the floating country.

34. Recite poems about the bright moon, sing graceful chapters, chant softly and softly to poems about the breeze, and enjoy the prosperity of the prosperous age, accompanied by green lanterns illuminating the ancient Buddha, and playing the konghou to mourn. The slanting silk rain is stunned and ethereal. Feng Luan has gone, leaving Ming alone. The peach blossoms are drunk, and the streets are full of sorrow. A flowing cup of meandering water, a bleak monologue, a rain of broken flowers, and a lifetime of lovesickness. Half a life of wandering, a lifetime of sorrow, unaware that thousands of sails have passed, spring has gone and autumn has come, the remaining leaves have fallen, and the flowers have died.

35. The breeze remains the same, and the piano is fragrant. Study the ink and chant the words, and the pen and ink will fly. Destinations rise and fall, gathering and separation. Today's plain paper contains hundreds of chapters, each word is sad and sad. Every sentence is as cold as frost. Just because the fate of the world is like a dream, and the mirror is like a flower in the water. I can only fold my skinny bones, hold a few pages of plain paper, a touch of memory, and a petal of heart fragrance, stay on today's plain paper, and become a flower indifferently. Perhaps, a thousand years later, in the dusty wind, only a woman sings clearly in the wind

36. Listen to the flowing water drinking wine, the stringed zither sings, the flowers print and dye the Jiangnan water town, and a song of playing the zither is a romantic ballad, The sound crushed the old broken bridge. The residual color reflects the water, the white skirt is graceful, the steps are graceful, the water pavilion is rippling, the sound is long, the fingers are flying, the dust wind passes by the south of the Yangtze River, the butterflies and flowers are drunk in the heart, the fingers are playing the strings, the hair is messy, the eyes are flowing, three thousand years. The Buddha holds his clothes in his sleeves, accompanied by the gentle music of the piano, and the peach blossom feather fan, graceful and leisurely. Waiting to sit in the pavilion, quietly admiring the color of the rouge water.

37. Lightly open the pavilion, listen to the chaotic rain, the stamens are moist and the heart is intoxicated; weave diagonal silk, my thoughts are far away, and my dreams come back thousands of times to pray for blessings. Looking up, I can see the surrounding fields. When will I sleep in the west chamber? The west window shows off the beauty, the clouds on the temples are slanted and the flowers are lazy; the pear mirror has a shy face, and the heart is in love with the lover. The night is deep, the stars are dim, the new moon is on the way home for love on Chinese Valentine's Day; the love is deep, the love is attached, the flowers are blooming and smiling happily. Don't forget me, we are destined to be together in this life, even if there are all difficulties; no regrets, love is embraced, Eden's harp, flute and psalm music.

38. The light plain paper, thick ink rhyme, and elegant words are imbued with worldly feelings; the long years, the lingering fragrance of tea, and the unique cups are full of poetic fragrance; the clouds are light and the wind is gentle, Holding a cup of tea and sipping an article, the smart musical notes sing warm words; the spring flowers and autumn moon, the worldly streets, and the flying thoughts spread through the four seasons like songs. Read a beautiful article, sip a cup of fragrant tea, listen to the music of the piano, and pick up your mood.

39. Drinking Zen tea while drunk, not to mention the heart of autumn, the light moon, the quiet window, the tea overflows; the bare face, the clear shadow, leaning alone. The moonlight is hazy, the prosperity has come to an end, and the shadows are curling around the blue sky, shattering the ancient world into nothing. On the other side, who is playing the flute to play the rhyme and perform the eternal song? It is a bit desolate and a bit sad, which is mottled into traces of heart in the deepest memory. The clouds are misty, the past is like the wind, the sun is warm in Lantian, and the moon is bright in the sea. The mist locks away the sorrow, and the floating light and shadows appear.

40. The autumn wind is bleak, the moon is as lonely as a hook, and the prosperity is scattered on the branches. The wild geese fly from the north to the south, the grass and trees are withered, and the beautiful scenery is gone. In the waning moon of the morning breeze, I went up to the west tower alone, feeling a touch of love and a bit of sadness. The moon waxes and wanes, the thousands of reds have faded, and the wind has cooled down over the years. Singing in the wind, splashing ink and waving sleeves, carrying clear words to accompany the singing. The body is bathed in clear light, the pulse is gentle, and the lovesickness is as thick as wine. Appreciate the selected ancient heart-wrenching paragraphs

1. The pen and ink are red and the tears are red, the face is tired after the vicissitudes of life, back and forth, over and over again, once again set foot on this land, with different intentions, different dreams, the same old appearance, but Because the reward time is different. When you brush your clothes and roll up your sleeves, it will feel particularly cold when you touch the water. The water is different. Leaning on the railing and overlooking the river, you can see the mist and rain on the river. Intoxicated in it, the water of the lotus pond splashes the shadows of lonely lotuses, and your thoughts are slow and gentle. Put your wine in the wind and be in the south of the Yangtze River. Shrouded in dust and smoke, half of the lovesickness is sprinkled in the quiet autumn.

2. Life is short, so why hate it? Just finish the cup. The beauty of the scenery is not enough, it should be like wandering through a painted wall. Riches are hard to grow, fame is useless, and the warm sun melts the ice and snow. If you can see clearly, why strive to be a hero? The flowers have withered, but you will still be fighting for success next year. It's hard to meet old friends again, and the fireflies flicker in my dreams. Since falling into the world of mortals, all the vicissitudes of life have gone through, turning into hair like frost. Regardless of honor or disgrace, a pure heart is as long as the bright moon.

3. Beauty is short, dust is hard to break. The whirling moon shadow makes people intoxicated, and the misty mist arouses the heart. Peach blossoms tomorrow, dependent on each other in dreams. Lying down and laughing at the spring breeze, you are as passionate as you can be. The lonely figure leans against the window and looks out at the cold weather. The beautiful woman is alone combing her old wounds, and it is hard to tell her heartfelt feelings. The coming day will have to be cold and the moon is cool. Who and I have pity on her, who is mourning in this mortal world? She is deeply trapped in the world of mortals, exhausted with all her strength and voice, and no one has pity on her. The screen is broken, the night is long and desolate, the joys and sorrows are gone, and the building is old. The pen weighs a thousand pounds and I can't write, but the blank paper alone is filled with tears.

4. Dance with a shallow cup and be drunk by the breeze, the dawn clouds are waning and the moon is setting in the blue sky. The fluffy eyes looked blurryly, and there was a little red in the green bushes. Last night, there were golden bottles of wine, and the chatter and laughter of the Confucian scholars; at dawn, hungover, lying on the bank of the lake with a piano and a flute, regardless of the cool wind; when I woke up this morning, I could vaguely see a beautiful woman dancing, in red, quietly dancing, soaring, walking on the clouds, There is laughter in the lotus, and it is like dreaming but not waking up.

5. A touch of rouge, a beautiful flower, a ray of fragrance. A vein of brocade, a dream that captivates the city, a bit of secret sorrow, so charming, caressing a song of flowers and condensing smoke, a song of fragrance that has captivated the city for thousands of years. On Lanting Post Road, I pretended to walk calmly, but who was sighing quietly in the escaped time and space? My thoughts were mottled with broken shadows on the ground. Hazy, peaceful and happy, a layer of mist surged in the eyes, a bit tender and a bit nostalgic.

6. The moonlight is hazy, and the bamboo shadows are swaying outside the green gauze window. Starry eyes are sparse, and a breeze blows in front of the secluded house. Wearing a Xiang skirt with green sleeves, she sits alone in front of the pool. Play the guqin clearly and make sounds with bare hands. The sound of the piano is like a painting, a scroll of soft and fragrant scenery; the sound of the piano is like poetry, filled with quiet and elegant meaning; the sound of the piano is like tears, falling scars on the ground; the heart of the piano is melancholy, reflecting the blurred moon, and the water ripples, floating and breaking up a pool of lovesickness. Abandoning the piano and returning, the cold moon comes in the window.

7. Twisting the red paper in hand, frowning, infinite sadness, difficult to send. The mourning kite makes a shrill sound, its slender fingers curl up, the jade pillars fly sideways and their hair twists and turns, the grass is green with cold smoke, and the spring mountain eyebrows are low. Thousands of miles away, there are misty clouds, a veil of moonlight, icy flesh and jade bones. The candle shadow shakes red, the west tower is slightly drunk, the begonias have fallen, and the water is gentle. Leng Xian is passionate, the mist and rain are all over the city, a wisp of fairy sound, the misty mist is on the river bank. Who can see the beautiful woman lonely and wet in her clothes, causing the lotus flowers to languish in vain.

8. There is water in thousands of rivers and moon in thousands of rivers, and the sky is cloudless for thousands of miles. The wind is gentle and the noise of the lotus pond is far away, and the hibiscus is like a face. The flowers in the pond fall against the shadows, the tears of the candles flow towards the heart, the moonlight splashes in the night, and I don't feel sad about autumn until I'm somewhere else. The scenery is graceful, the clouds and water are smiling, and the moonlight is reflected on the water with a smile. Zhu Xia passed by in the blink of an eye, and it was Qiu Yu who said goodbye again and never looked back. If you want to send colorful notes and rulers, we will meet each other far away in the mountains. The gentle wind in the lotus pond will send the fragrance far away. Love is in the world, and we will meet again if we are destined.

9. By the Agarwood Pavilion, there are peonies in the spring breeze, a window of unbridled lovesickness, like water-colored rouge in a dimly lit place, flickering like a dream in the south of the Yangtze River, a pair of hazy eyes as soft and moist as the spring breeze. The rain and dew on the willow brows describe this gentle curve. Will the two swallows meet on the street when they return home? If you don't understand the language of flowers, who will the flowers be lingering with? A fragile lovesickness stretches delicately, as beautiful as the clear air, flowing softly, thinking. Love is waning, she is dressed in pear blossom white, and her eyes are looking forward to the lotus steps.

10. Where you gaze, you can see thousands of miles of mist, flowery pavilions, and the depths of the misty water clouds. The ancients interpret thousands of styles in the illusion, and the antique people, clouds, and ancient scenes quietly circulate in your mind, a graceful feeling. Delicate elegance, graceful and light elegance. Pushing a branch of sentimental red maple, I put away all the sadness and joy in the world with the lingering words of lovesickness, hold your gentle hand, lean on your generous shoulder, and turn into butterflies to fly together, regardless of life or marriage. .