Poignant and ancient sentences in classical Chinese

1. What are the poignant classical Chinese and ancient sentences?

The beauty is far away, the lovesickness is painful, and the thoughts are difficult to deal with.

Meeting and getting drunk is the front edge, and the wind and rain are gone, drifting away. Why be passionate, why be infatuated.

If the flowers are sentimental, they have already withered. The affection is strong, the love is strong, how can we know that the red thread is a thousand times wrong, the road is the same and the destination is different.

Joy is also sad, joy is also sad, walking in the snow looking for plum blossoms is the only way to rest, looking back to the end of the sky. It is better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes than to help each other! I can’t bear to be the master of prosperity, but I can’t bear to listen to the music of prosperity.

The painful lovesickness ignites another kind of loneliness. The love that has been bumpy for several lifetimes will eventually stop in the sorrow of parting. The beautiful long shadow of parting has widened the distance between us. On this bank, you are on the other side of the river. On the other side, I can only say hello to you through the mist, and you step on my heart with determined steps, and then leave. The stroke of the pen at the beginning and the broken body now are so ordinary and unbearable.

That’s all, no matter how beautiful the story is, it cannot withstand the passage of time. Everything has a cause, everything is predestined, why not just learn from me, the Buddha, and leave here, find a piece of bluestone under the Bodhi tree, pick up the flowers, smile, and understand your heart.

It’s destined to happen, everything will happen. What once was deeply rooted in my heart is still in my heart now.

The love in this life is worthy of the longing, and the flowers shed tears when they leave. Don't look back, you are so carefree and carefree just to get drunk on your beauty.

If the love is not so deep that I can’t help myself, how can I turn my heart as cold as frost? I will just warm a pot of longing and drink up the past; wandering around the world, just for the beauty’s smile, but not All this missing you makes me heartbroken! Wherever we meet, the purple smoke is long, looking across the horizon, the words are still desolate. If true, if false; I am crazy, I laugh.

Mo Ge Festival, lovesickness without crying, don’t be sad, just sad, a ray of heartache, searching for half a life, not seeing each other so close, never forgetting in the end of the world, how to think about it. Drinking is also sad, but it is sad. The most affection is strong, but it is like parting and not meeting again. I am in ecstasy and miss you. The face is thin with frost, the figure is hazy, I can't hold it. The gentle hand of the past is still in my hand. It must be unfinished. , but the ending comes to an end. After three thousand years of glory, the two lives have never crossed paths, only the dusty road has been disturbed... We once met in the most innocent age, were happy in the flamboyant youth, were separated in the vicissitudes of time, and looked forward to meeting again in the future. When the dust settles, just to confirm your happiness, just to see the grace of your smile again, and then leave indifferently. From then on, no one in the world has returned.

Only a wisp of dark fragrance is left, spreading in the changing spring and autumn, a trace of lingering, penetrating through the world of mortals... Entering the world of mortals, just because of the temperament born from misty rain, speaking to the mortal world, just because of loving misty rain all the way. I feel ethereal and sigh at the world of mortals, just because I have seen the desolation of the mist and rain. Love the world of mortals, but cannot love that the world of mortals is as misty as mist and rain; look forward to the world of mortals, but cannot hope that the world of mortals is as cold as mist and rain; hate the world of mortals, but cannot hate that the world of mortals is as chaotic as mist and rain; hate the world of mortals, but cannot help but the world of mortals as mist and rain.

In the mist and rain in the mortal world, there are little tears from people leaving.

The long love of that life is composed of a long lovesickness. How desolate it is, how much black hair is covered, how much smoke and rain it turns into, and how much worldly love is blown away! It's sad, but in this life, I can only be your passer-by. I make you remember and forget by chance, just like this, repeating the plot of our life. In the end, we dispersed, leaving only the one who was The past blown away by the wind, and the past that cannot be forgotten. 2. Poignant and beautiful ancient sentences

1. Shadows come into the pond and flowers fall into the skirts.

Meeting you for the first time is like returning from an old friend. The morning and evening are full of lovesickness.

The candle lapel is shining in the evening, and Yi is drunk and her eyebrows are curved. If I have red shoes, I dance only for you 2. Gather up the eternal love and crush the deep lovesickness.

3. The lights are shining, the voices are dim, and the songs are endless. 4. The street is long and the fireworks are numerous. You turn on the light to look back. The pavilion is short and the world is rolling. I sigh again.

5. Listen to the strings break and cut off those three thousand obsessions. The falling flowers are obliterated, and the wind is obliterated.

If the flower falls on someone’s fingertips, it’s pity. 6. Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking or forgetting. I am alone in a tomb thousands of miles away, and there is nowhere to express my desolation.

7. Butterflies are beautiful, but after all, butterflies cannot fly across the sea. 8. Whoever accepts someone’s calamity becomes someone’s obsession.

9. When the dust has settled and all the dust has been washed away, who has laid down his hands and poured out the world for her? Who can embrace a beautiful woman and travel with her to the end of the world? 10. Yuzhu once wrote about a trip to Phoenix, where no one was seen and the water flowed empty.

11. Who is willing to live alone all his life? Who is willing to live alone? If the love is not so deep that it is hard to control oneself, how can one be so gentle and cold without frost? 12. But it is the year of silent repatriation, and so many beauties have withered away in the empty graves of heroes.

There is no new chapter in the memory of the past, and it is difficult to stay nostalgic for the hometown. 13. Life is like this. It is better not to encounter too much than too little.

14. In the pure joy, we meet each other in the world of mortals; looking at the sky, who can understand the prosperity? 15. The Buddha said: The world of mortals is ten feet long, but it traps all living beings. Even though my benevolence is small, I, the Buddha, can still be compassionate.

The word love is like burning fire on ice. When the fire is strong, the ice melts, and when the ice melts, the fire is extinguished. Therefore, the Buddha said it cannot be said.

16. Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing there, so where is the dust?

17. Heaven, asuras, humans, animals, hungry ghosts, and hell are all living beings in the six realms. 18. All living beings in the six realms must go through the reincarnation of cause and effect and experience pain. Only by understanding the true meaning of life can we obtain eternal life.

19. The complexity of the world, the ugliness of human nature, the entanglement of love and hate, this life and the past are just a floating dream, and the dream is gone, and there is no reason to care about it, and there is nothing to think about. 20. Literati cherished the ancient charm of the south of the Yangtze River the most. Jiangnan also embodies the nostalgia and pursuit of many wanderers who miss people. An oil-paper umbrella, a Russell skirt, a quiet red makeup, and a spring-like brow.

The woman holding the fan in the south of the Yangtze River is even more out of people's dreams. 21. Life is as beautiful as summer flowers, and death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves.

Those who have passed away will forever be recorded in history, but we are still alive to look up to their glory. The reincarnation of life, the miss of life, that's all.

22. When listening to ancient music, listen to the emotion rather than the "sound". The music is not emotionless, just because it has not reached the emotional point. 23. Who is leaning alone on the Mingyue Tower? Who can express sorrow while playing the pipa? Thoughts are like buttons, stuck to the sleeves, everyone in the world is worried about the pipa, who laments the sorrow in the music? 24. Monsters, humans, ghosts, devils and immortals, where do they belong most uniformly? It’s just a bunch of mortal idiots who can’t see past the sorrow.

25. The world laments that it is difficult to find a close friend. In fact, what is difficult to find is not a close friend, but a calm and indifferent heart that is content with the world. I only hope to dance with the moon in this life and invite the moon to enjoy. sleep. 26. The beacon fire is burning, how long has it been?

Guanling dream, love from hometown. The green falls are above and the yellow spring is below.

Thousands of mountains are covered with snow and the moonlight shines down. Waiting for her, lovesickness.

Hanyi tune, a song, can not be sung to its fullest, and the soft intestines have thousands of knots. Is it to accompany you in this life, or to cherish it in the next life? Faded memories, dissipated fragrance.

27. Life is intertwined with right and wrong, grudges and grudges, but in the end they just pass by without leaving a trace. It's hard to give up, just a little bit of obsession in my heart, that's all.

28. Drinking wine alone, a bottle of drunken life, dreams and death cannot compete with the lingering thoughts.

The lonely fragrance admires itself, the whole place is desolate, the night is still young, and it is dark and melancholy. The past is Langyuan Jiehua, the words are lingering and weak, can't be thrown away, the peach blossoms are scars. 29. Time has no trace, life is like a dream.

Only the snowflakes you brushed away are still waiting in the memory, weaving the eternal lingering. The hope that once withered, constantly rubbed against the moonlight, gradually ignited and swayed in the wind.

30. There is light smoke and thick fog, and the fallen flowers dance all over the sky. Music and music are everywhere, the night is bone-chilling, where is your destination? 31. This fireworks bloomed on the thick ink sky. In an instant, the stars dimmed. Who still remembers the magnificent dream we had when we were young?

32. Time has passed, things have changed, people have changed, what is the use of sitting on the world, it is better to conquer the world for him. 33. The past is nothing but smoke and mirrors, so why be persistent? 33. Flowers in the morning and flowers in the evening are always the wishful thinking of the dreamer. If you cannot eliminate the wind and rain in the world, you can only watch a beautiful flower fall and die, and the beautiful bones remain fragrant.

It is too painful to face each other between life and death, and as a spectator, I cannot afford this disappointment. 34. Whoever sits alone enjoys the passage of time.

We were still young that year, and the traces of dreams were shallow that year... 35. Look at the falling flowers flying beside the water and the moon, how many vicissitudes of life have there been in the world? Wandering alone, getting lost, looking back.

.40. When Xu Xu dreams come back, he can only find loneliness, everything is confused and the dream is desolate. 41. It is often said that the past is like smoke and a thousand years later, it may happen again in the dream. The West Lake water stems are chanted and thousands of scriptures are still read*** 42. Who can remember when the mandala flowers bloom? In the past, who suffered someone's calamity and who became someone's obsession? 43. Even if the country is picturesque, it doesn't matter the moment of prosperity... 44. How can it be sad when the flowers wither? Who makes the world full of dancing? 45. The sound of the piano begins to play. On the night of leaving the soul, flowers fall all over the ground. In remembrance, the thin clothes are stained with clouds and frost. 56. I broke the strings of the piano and promised you the next life.

Now that the glory has faded, it can only be regarded as a prosperity. 47. Complain all over the place, even if the grievances turn into tears, autumn leaves are floating in the world 48. Looking across a few streets from Nanxie Street to Beixie Street, where is Xiaoxiang in the dream? 49. Seeing flowers in the mist, who is getting old? wait.

Looking at the moon from the balcony, I cannot see the end of the world. 50. The words are sad and crazy, the way is sad and crazy, but the eternal spring will return to the dream and never return! The empty space is filled with joy and sorrow of life and death, with embers hanging down and smoke flying all over the sky.

51. When will the glory and splendor be gone? The old traces of smoke and rain will have no future, but there will be no future. I will still remember who I hated when I returned. 52. The time and space are at a crossroads. 53. Unconsciously, my thoughts are flying until the moment when my eyes are like smoke 54. Let the flowers bloom and fall like water. The mournful voice is extinguished and the heartbreak is broken. Who hates the heaven and providence to make people stay away? 56. It is impossible to distinguish between right and wrong. Too true a face, a white lotus of righteousness. Qing Feng is soft, playing with grudges, and it is rare for a few close friends to stay.

57. The endless soul of the mulberry field has lasted for thousands of years, day and night, and the heart is covered with rocks and moss marks. 3. What are the ancient sentences that describe the sadness?

1. The beauty is far away, the lovesickness is painful, and the feelings are difficult to deal with. Meeting and getting drunk is the front edge. The wind and rain have dispersed and drifted away. Why be passionate, why be infatuated. If the flowers were sentimental, they would have withered long ago. The affection is strong and the love is strong. How can we know that the red silk threads are a thousand times wrong, and the road is the same but the destination is different. Joy is also sorrow, joy is also sorrow, walking on the snow to look for plum blossoms before resting, looking back to the end of the sky. It is better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes than to help each other!

2. I can’t bear to be the master of prosperity, but I can’t bear to listen to the music of prosperity. The painful lovesickness ignited another kind of loneliness. The love that has been bumpy for several lifetimes will finally stop in the sorrow of parting. The beautiful long shadow of parting has widened the distance between us. On this bank, you are on the opposite side of the river, and I can only stand across from you. Mist says hello to you, you step on my heart with determined steps, and then leave.

3. The original stroke of the pen and the current broken body are so ordinary and so unbearable. That's all, no matter how beautiful the story is, it cannot withstand the passage of time. Everything has a cause, everything is predestined, why not just follow my example and go away, find a piece of bluestone under the Bodhi tree, pick up the flowers, smile, and understand your heart. It's destined to happen, everything will happen. What once was deeply rooted in my heart is still in my heart now.

4. The love in this life is worthy of the longing, and the flowers shed tears when they leave. Don't look back, you are so carefree and carefree just to get drunk on your beauty. If the love is not so deep that I can't help myself, how can I turn my heart as cold as frost? I will just warm a pot of longing and drink up the past; wandering around the world, just for the beauty's smile, but not all these thoughts, let me The human heart is broken! Wherever we meet, the purple smoke is long, looking across the horizon, the words are still desolate. If true, if false; I am crazy, I laugh.

5. Mo Ge Festival, longing for each other without crying, don’t be sad, just sad, a ray of heartache, searching for half a life, not seeing each other so close, never forgetting in the end of the world, how to think about it. Drinking is also sad, but it is sadness. The most affection is strong, but it is like parting and not meeting again. I am in ecstasy and miss you. The face is thin with frost, the figure of the beauty is hazy, I can't hold it. The gentle hand of the past is still there, it is unfinished. , but the ending comes to an end, after three thousand years of glory, the two lives have never crossed paths, only the dusty road...

6. We met in the most innocent age, we were happy in the flamboyant youth, and in the vicissitudes of time Separation, looking forward to meeting again when the dust settles, just to confirm your happiness, just to see the grace of your smile again, and then leave indifferently. From then on, no one in the world has returned. Only a wisp of faint fragrance remains, spreading in the changing spring and autumn, a trace of lingering, penetrating the world of mortals...

7. Entering the world of mortals, just because of the temperament born in misty rain, talking to the mortal world, just because of love Exhausting the emptiness of the mist and rain, sighing at the world of mortals, just because I have seen the desolation of the mist and rain. Love the world of mortals, but love that the world of mortals is as misty and misty as rain; look forward to the world of mortals, but cannot hope that the world of mortals is as cold as mist and rain; hate the world of mortals, but cannot hate that the world of mortals is as chaotic as mist and rain; hate the world of mortals, but cannot help but the world of mortals as mist and rain. . . . In the mist and rain of the mortal world, there are little tears from people leaving.

8. The long love of that life composes a song of long lovesickness. It has become so desolate, so many black hairs have covered it, so much mist has turned into mist and rain, and so much worldly love has been blown away! It's sad, but in this life, I can only be your passer-by. I make you remember and forget by chance, just like this, repeating the plot of our life. In the end, we dispersed, leaving only the one who was The past blown away by the wind, and the past that cannot be forgotten...

Similar sentences include:

1. Look at the sky, the earth, the sun and the moon, silent and silent; the green mountains and long rivers, generations Duration;

2. Who burns the smoke and scatters the vertical and horizontal ties; listens to the broken strings and breaks the three thousand obsessions.

3. If you don’t look back, why not forget. Since there is no fate, why make an oath? Today, all kinds of things are like water without trace. Tomorrow and evening, you are no longer a stranger.

4. When we are drunk and forget each other, why should we stay together? It is pitiable for the silent night, and the words of sparse shadows are desolate. Thousands of years of predestined acquaintance, this life's emotions are melancholy; unable to bear them, there are many sorrows, and tears flow before I want to speak. In the ageless night, I string together your gentle fragments of words, fold them into Tang and Song Dynasties, and pave the way for tonight's words. A kind of love can only be sent in a distant dream, and I turned into a butterfly in the dream, waiting for the moment of dawn in the slender moonlight, dancing.

5. I am on the other side of the river, watching before I return, but there is no hope of return.

6. Meeting and getting drunk is the front edge. The wind and rain are gone, and they drift away.

7. There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches, but you are happy but you don’t know it. 4. Poignant ancient sentences

1. Selflessness is not you, and I cannot understand it from him. Come and go without hindrance. They were filled with great sadness and joy, and they all talked about how close they were to each other. Why was it so boring in the past? Now it’s boring to think about it now!

2. Clouds rise from thousands of peaks, and sudden rains can be seen in a blink of an eye. The trees are farther away and the sun is setting. How can the scenery create a picture? The green flag sells wine, and there is no human being on the other side of the mountain. As long as the scenery is bright, there will be nothing to do this summer.

3. Tears are sour and blood is salty. I regret that my hands are spicy and my mouth is sweet. I only think that there is no sea of ??bitterness in the world. Gold and silver are white, but my eyes are red and my heart is black, but I don’t know that there is a blue sky above my head.

4. Who can complain about loneliness? Even as a preface, it’s always an easy task. I knew it would be difficult to fight, but I regretted not keeping him at that time. In addition to being charming and upright, he is also unique and connected to others. He can raise his eyebrows a thousand times without thinking about them for a day.

5. The night fell into silence, and the vast sea of ????people lasted for eternity. Then, I discovered that there is really an excuse in the world that can be reincarnated into distant memories.

6. Life is a lonely picture, and time is a silk thread drawn one by one, which will guide you to complete this beautiful picture and lead you to the end of life.

7. The colorful sleeves held the jade bell diligently, but in those days, the beauty was drunk. Dancing low to the moon in the heart of the willow tower, singing to the wind under the peach blossom fan.

8. When the dust has settled and the dust has been washed away, who has laid down his hands and poured out the world for her? Who can embrace a beautiful woman and travel with her all over the world? 5. Beautiful and poignant classical sentences

The most beautiful thing is Nalan Ci! Sorry, I got a little excited! Sauvignon Blanc One step away from the mountains, one step away from the water, walking towards the bank of Yuguan, a thousand tents of lights at night.

The wind is blowing, the snow is blowing, my hometown is shattered, my dreams are gone, and there is no such sound in my hometown. Die Lianhua The moon in the sky is the most pity for hard work. It is like a ring overnight, and everything is resolved every night (beside the jade).

Just like the moon, it is bright and clear at the end of the day, and the ice and snow are warm to you. There is no such thing as an easy fate, but the swallow is still there, softly stepping on the curtain hook.

After singing, the sorrow of autumn graves has not stopped, and the spring bushes recognize the two-dwelling butterflies. Mulan's words If life is just like the first meeting, why is the autumn wind sad and painted on the fan. It is easy to change the heart of an old friend, but it is said that the heart of an old friend is easy to change. After the words of Lishan are passed in the middle of the night, there will be no regrets in the end with tears and rain.

How can I be lucky enough to be a man in brocade? I wish that day when my wings are connected and my branches are connected. Who cares about the west wind and is alone in the cold, rustling yellow leaves and closing the sparse windows, meditating on the past and setting the setting sun. Don't be frightened by the wine and fall into a deep sleep. Gambling on books will make the fragrance of tea disappear. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary.

Nanxiangzi - Inscription for the Forgotten Wife, I shed tears even more silently, and regretted my unkindness towards the past. I relied on my paintings to reflect on my feelings, and I couldn't paint them with sadness. The other words are so clear, I woke up early from my dream at midnight, I woke up early from my dream, and even more, I cried all the rain at night before the wind.

Golden Thread Song-Gift to Liang Fen. Virtue is also a wild ear. Occasionally, in Zichen Jingguo, Wuyi family, there is wine but pouring on Zhaozhou soil. Who would be born with this intention? If you don't believe it, you will become a confidant.

His blue eyes are not old even when he sings loudly. He goes before the Lord and wipes away the heroic tears. Don't you see, the moon is like water.

***You must be drunk this night. Moreover, he and E Mei's ballads are taboo in ancient and modern times.

There is no need to ask about your life experience, just sneer and ignore it. Start thinking and repent from the beginning.

A thousand kalpas are expected in one day, and later on, I am afraid that I will end up in another life. However, the promise is important, and you must remember it. Jiang Chengzi - Ode to History The wet clouds are all over the sky, and the peaks are low. The shadows are desolate and confusing, and I look suspicious.

It is neither fog nor smoke, when the goddess desires to come. If life is a dream, no one knows except in dreams.

Picking mulberry seeds The bright moon should laugh at me affectionately, and laugh at me now. Disappointing the heart of spring, walking alone and singing alone.

Recently, I am afraid that talking about the past will cause knots all over my neck. The moon is shallow and the lamp is deep, where can I find the clouds in my dreams? Huanxi Sha, no one thinks it's pitiful to be wandering around. It's a beautiful time to travel in the old days.

People with broken hearts come from menstruation. There was a blush just before the rain, with a few hints of soft green and smoke.

The beautiful soul disappears before the sunset. Qinyuanchun Three days before the Double Ninth Festival, I dreamed that the deceased woman had light makeup and plain clothes, holding her hands and choking with sobs, saying too many words that she could no longer remember.

But there is a saying in parting: "I wish I could be the moon in the sky, and I still get to meet Lang Yuan every year." The woman had never written poetry before, so she didn't know how she got it, so she thought about it later.

Life is floating in the blink of an eye, life is so miserable, how can you forget when you are wandering low? I remember that when the embroidered couch was idle, the red rain was blowing; the curved place of the carved lantern was surrounded by the setting sun. Dreams are hard to keep, poems cannot be continued, and I will cry even more if I win.

The remains are still there, but they are only turned around without being allowed to take a closer look. Looking again at the vast blue sky.

If you have short hair, you will definitely have frost in the morning. The relationship between earth and heaven has not been broken; spring flowers and autumn leaves are still hurt when touched.

I want to tie the knot, but I am shocked and shake it down, reducing the yesterday's fragrance of Xunyi. It’s really helpless, the sound of the beautiful sound is next to the flute, and the music is composed of the ileum.

Die Lianhua - Out of the Fortress There is no definite basis for the mountains and rivers in ancient and modern times. Amid the sound of horns being drawn, horses come and go frequently.

Who can talk about the desolation? The west wind blows the old red maple trees.

In the past, there were countless grievances. The iron horse fights, the road to Qingzhong at dusk.

How deep is the passion. The sunset in the deep mountains and the deep autumn rain.

Qinyuanchun Looking at the Yinshan Mountain, I feel ecstatic and speechless. Seeing a few clusters of green peaks, you can see a ruler of genius; there is a patch of yellow sand, and there is no trace of dust on the winding ground.

Broken leaf city is deserted, the clouds are far away, and the cold smoke outside the sculpture is miserable. After hesitating for a long time, suddenly the ice cliff turned to rocks, and thousands of valleys were thundered.

The poor side is self-sufficient and the autumn is beautiful. Why bother? I will hate you so much in my life.

It is desolate and desolate, the moth eyebrows are left in the grave; the rotten grass is buried, the horse bones are empty on the platform. The river turns to the north, and the bucket handle crosses to the south. There is a little bit of frost on the temples and premature aging.

If you don’t believe it, look back to the west wind, and everything will be miserable. Water Dragon Yin - Inscribed Ji Tu It should be noted that when a celebrity falls in love, it is usually easy to get sad.

The sound of Keting ceased, the four strings were broken, and the evil wind blew away. Thousands of miles away from home, neither life nor death, this life is a good one.

For the yellow sand and white grass, the leaves curl up, I hate it all my life, and write it all over again. They should be friends from Yaotai, but Duo, Zhanqiu and his wife.

In the severe cold, a few lines of rural tears echoed like rain. The size and width are heavily covered, and the jade beauty has been passed down for thousands of years, but it still has no owner.

The blessings in the world of weirdos are all paid by God, but the children are idiots and the girls are idiots. The remaining snow on the Huanxi sand is shining coldly on the screen.

The plum blossoms and the flute have been updated three times. There is no place where the moon is bright.

I am a melancholy guest in the human world. I will burst into tears knowing what happened to you. Reminiscing about life in the sound of heartbreak.

Meet each other happily. The faint clouds touch the distant peaks, and they are cold and warm, just like my eyebrows at dawn and day. Red wax tears, green silk quilt, heavy water, but listening to the west wind in Huang Maoye shop.

Happy to meet, the falling flowers are like a dream, the musk smoke is faint, and the setting sun dives to the west of the small building. The sorrow is endless, and the weight is gone. Who knows, I am teaching the parrot in the jade cage to read Lang's poems.

Zhaojun’s Resentment: Who would cherish the good spring if it is locked away? Yao Jie stood in the dusk. The sound of orchestral music in other courtyards was indistinct.

The pear blossoms are about to fade again, and the embroidery quilt is cold in spring tonight. Locking the red door in silence, Meng Chengen.

Zhaojun's Resentment The twilight rain blows wet the wind, the weary willows and lotuses are anxious. Skinny bones can't help but fall, and they always feel sad.

What can I say if you are not in the mood? It's not the time to complain. The drums have been updated three times, and the dream must come true.

Jiuquanzi Xie Quetumi, a piece of moon is as bright as water. The incense of the seal script has faded away, but I am still awake and the crows are crows in the morning.

The young and cold scoundrel wears thin clothes, so he can stay close to the corner of the wall. The most worrying thing is that the lamp is about to fall and the geese are still flying.

Born Cha Zi, the east wind does not understand the sorrow, secretly unfolds the Hunan skirt. Carrying a sarong alone at night, reflecting the slender waist painting.

When the rug is gone, the water is filled with smoke, and the dew is dripping from the mandarin duck tiles. The flower bones are cold and fragrant, under the small cherry blossoms.

The shadow of the whip fell on the spring embankment, and the green brocade covered the mud roll. The veins tease the rhombus silk, and the tender water Wu Ji's eyes.

Who will prepare the cherry feast when we return home together with each other? The tears of wax annoy the east wind, and the old forts sleep in the new swallows. Sheng Chazi sits in the dust, blows the air and stands upright.

The name of the tea is Dragon and Phoenix Tuan, and the name of the tea is Yuanyang Cake. The jade game is like a chess game, with the double-dwelling shadow reversed.

The flowers and moon are never idle, don’t let yourself wake up with lovesickness. The short flame of the raw chazi is used to pick out the remaining flowers, and the sound is silent for a long time at night.

When I was tired of dancing, I heard the chicken, and secretly felt that Qingling was wet. The water in the sky is connected to the dark sky, and the southwest corner is white.

I want to cross the Huanhua River, but my dream is light and weak. When Cha Zi is born, he is melancholy. The colorful clouds are flying and the blue sky is falling. What do you know? There are no albizia flowers in sight, and the acacia tree is empty.

It’s always a different time, so that’s clear. They were sentenced to the longest night and all the misty rain.

Pink lips have a different kind of fragrance, and there is no brightening effect. Ling Bo wants to go away, but he lives in the east wind.

It is so desolate and sparse, how can it endure autumn like this? I still keep it, half a wisp of cold fragrance, the first rain in Xiangjiang River. Point the crimson lips - facing the moon. A kind of eyebrow. The lower string is not as good as the first string.

Qlang is not old yet, why should he be sad so early? The plain wall glowed slantingly, the bamboo shadow swept across the window, the empty room was quiet, the birds were chirping, and I went down to the west building again. It is like a dream that makes people in the tents and domes drunk, and the stars are crumbling. The dream returns across the Lang River, and is shattered by the sound of the river. Still sleeping, still sleeping, the explanation is tasteless when I wake up. The Bodhisattva Man The late morning wind blows away the snow in the middle of the night, and the beautiful soul is still in love with the peach blossoms. 6. Sad and heart-wrenching sentences from ancient times

1. The still water flows deep, and the music of the vicissitudes of life is heard. The clouds and sunshine in the three lives are full of sorrows and joys.

2. There are hundreds of beauties in the world, but you are the only one I love. 3. Life can be full of joy, and death without regrets.

4. Build up the eternal love and crush the deep lovesickness. 5. The river is lonely, with dark green on both sides, and your figure is standing everywhere.

6. The aura of melancholy and clear distance is a distant and untouchable sadness, like a faint cloud and a lonely moon, which can only look into the distance of the sky. 7. The lights are shining, the voices are dim, and the songs are endless, beacons of war in troubled times.

Dark clouds cover the moon, and there are no traces of people. It is indescribable to be so lonely. 8. All kinds of stories are nothing but hurtful feelings; when people pass by the water, the bright moon is like frost.

9. Use my three lives of fireworks to exchange your confusion for a lifetime. 10. I am young and my time is wasted.

11. The street is long and the fireworks are numerous. You turn on the light to look back. 12. The short pavilion is short and the world is shattered. I sigh again. 13. Who made the string break in the end, the flowers fell on the shoulders, and the flowers fell on the shoulders, and they were in a trance. 14. How many beauties were haggard, how many lovesickness was broken, and only the blood was stained with ink and fragrant, and the tombs were littered with tears.

15. The vast land can be destroyed with one sword, where will the bustling music and songs fall. Leaning against the clouds, thousands of pots hide my loneliness, even if others laugh at me in vain.

16. Let him be pure and turbid in everything, and he will be reincarnated for your smile. 17. I send you a song, no matter where you are at the end of the song.

18. Who burns the smoke and disperses the vertical and horizontal ties. 19. Listen to the broken string and cut off the three thousand obsessions.

The falling flowers are obliterated, and the wind is obliterated. If the flower is pity, it falls on whose fingertips.

20. There are trees in the mountains, but the trees have branches, and my heart is happy for you, but you don’t know it. 21. Whoever forgets each other will forget first. The ruined country is the homeland.

Ling Ling refused to play, and the shadows were startling. 22. In the past, there were high-rise buildings where people could sing in the morning and sing in the evening. There were dancing sleeves on top that would captivate the city and the country.

23. When all the flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you. 24. Once the spring goes, the beauty will grow old, and the flowers will fall and people will die.

25. Your sunset, my face, whose one-third year. 26. Who are you, the pen-tip boy who thinks about you day and night, turning into songs in the deserted roads of the city.

27. Whose vermilion tear mole in the corner of the eye has fulfilled your prosperous life, and who has given you an earth-shattering and unparalleled joy with your vigilance and iron horse. 28. For the love song of the next life, I will leave it to you to fill in the words and see who the aloof king you are still.

29. The dazzling array of things blooming in the window bring to life the years that have passed in prosperity. 30. That love song is about romance, but not about you and me.

31. When an actor enters a painting, he will live a long life. 32. Even the beautiful flowers and beautiful family are no match for the fleeting years.

33. Did anyone collect the scenery you passed by for you?

34. Is it the sadness of fate or the pain of reincarnation?

35. Traveling through whose years and ends. 36. In that prosperous time, we were so lonely that we were hurt beyond recognition.

37. Who has a panoramic view of whose beauty, who can empathize with whose sadness. 38. Walking alone to the end of the sea and the end of the world, there is no way to return, and your face is covered with frost.

39. The wonderful vines stranded on my tongue want to dance for you and finally captivate the country. 40. The night is slightly cool, the lights are dim, the ambiguity is gone, and the music and songs are gentle.

41. Complex experiences carved deep lines into the corners of my eyes, and I turned around to carve out a flower. 42. In those prosperous years that never come to an end, an everlasting flower blooms.

43. I will come back to pawn you in the next life, and I will come back to make a blood alliance with you in the next life. 44. On the right side of happiness is a deserted place.

45. The missed years bloomed with beautiful crape myrtle flowers in the northern desert, but they wasted the spring and summer of reincarnation. 46. ??I feel sad and hurt when I leave someone.

Thoughts and deep thoughts. Withering and falling, sighing in sadness.

Where will the prosperity continue? 47. The still water flows deep, and the Sheng plays songs; the clouds and sunshine in the three lives come and go, and there is a moment of joy and sorrow.

48. The lights are shining, the voices are dim, and the songs are endless. 49. Dark clouds cover the moon, and there are no traces of people. It’s indescribable to be so lonely.

50. As time goes by, love never ends. The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it.

51. These stars are not like last night, for whom the wind and dew set the midnight sun. 52. In the rivers and lakes in the dream, a hundred flowers bloom, people come and go, and it is prosperous.

53. Butterflies are beautiful, but they cannot fly across the sea. 54. Finally, the mist and rain from the south of the Yangtze River covered the world. After letting Hua give up, it was only a moment, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.

55. Fenghua is a finger of quicksand, and old age is a period of time. 56. Mountains and rivers are handed over, and I smile for you.

57. After passing through the years, I dream back to watching the fireworks blooming by the Qushui River and the full moon. 58. The fog cleared and I woke up from the dream. I finally saw the reality, which is the silence after thousands of sails have passed.

59. At the two ends of life, we stand on the shore of each other. 60. Destiny gathers and dissipates, fate is like water, carrying the world on its back, just for a word, waiting for the next meeting.

61. Look at the sky, the earth, the sun and the moon, they are silent and silent; the green mountains and long rivers stretch for generations; just like in my heart, you have never left or changed. 62. So be it, the mountains and rivers will never meet again.

63. If you don’t look back, why not forget. Since there is no fate, why make an oath?

Everything today is like water without a trace. Tomorrow and evening, you are no longer a stranger.

64. The heart is slightly moved, but the love is far away. Things are not the same, people are not the same, everything is different, and the past cannot be pursued. 65. Maybe it’s the marriage in the previous life or the fate in the next life. Meeting each other in this life only adds to a fruitless grudge.

66. Year after year, one day after another, one autumn after another, one generation gathers and one parting, one happy and one sad, one couch and one bed, one lifetime and one dream. I'm looking for a group of acquaintances here. They get to know each other, play and sing for a while. 67. Always born in unexpected years.

Looking back to the other side. Even though the scene of discovery is long.

68. There is a kind of forbearance that actually contains a kind of power, and there is a kind of silence that is actually a shocking confession. 69. Just looking back at you makes me miss you.