A talk about ancient style and beautiful personality

Who can give up his whole life and devote all the world to you, with all kinds of charms for you; who can smile at the pain of ten years and shoot the setting sun into the sky; who can sing wine thousands of miles in the wind and fill the cup with tears for you; who can step on All the mountains and rivers are worth a thousand gold and a promise just for one hug. Whoever draws the butterfly last will be waiting for you to appear in reincarnation. Whoever holds on to the red thread will repay your long-cherished wish. Is it love or insanity? You really don’t understand. If I am in your heart, so what if I have three thousand rivals? If you are in my heart, what if I betray the world?

As time goes by, a touch of lovesickness exaggerates the sad feelings. At the Hongchen Ferry, flowing water poured down Naihe all over the ground. Unforgettable for many years, the beauty of this life has saddened the pale annual rings. Butterflies danced and flowers flew, and a piece of infatuation shattered the tranquility of the dark night. The moonlight is like water, making me full of lovesickness. I can't think of the spring water of a river changing its beauty, and I can't recall the endless sunny days of late autumn. Who can turn over the clouds and fall in love with the mortal world? Don't let the flowers bloom and fall, and the colorful butterflies break out of their cocoons. If you think of it, you don't have to regret that the promise was too heavy at that time, and who was at fault for the uncertainty of reunion. How many grievances are dissipated in the clear mountains and green waters.

Who remains stubborn and unrepentant in the reincarnation of past and present lives. Who in the rolling world of joys and sorrows caused lovesickness and old dreams. Who in the season of flowers blooming and falling, breaks away from the lingering world. After years of separation, you have always been at the end of my imagination, gently folding the past when we met on the road, and writing lonely poems for you. It's just a song, but it can't compare to the beauty of the mirror. It is inevitable that a sum of money will not be worth three thousand blue hairs. Who trampled on the moonlight of a city, rendered longings on paper, opened the title page of yesterday, and looked for traces of the past, that dream that has never been clear, just lingering on the ferry of the fleeting years, withering away into dust as the flowers.

So many tender memories gracefully grace the years that have passed through vicissitudes of life. How much I miss the world of mortals, how many times the beauty of falling flowers lingers. The reunion in many dreams has amazed the dust that has looked back for several lifetimes. Sitting alone in a corner, telling the story of gatherings and separations in the depths of the world, writing on the plain paper of time, I still keep you in my heart. When the mountains are long and the rivers are wide, this feeling lasts forever. How many times have the flowers bloomed, and whose waiting has turned pale. I let go of the sky and the earth, but I can’t let go of you.

Thousands of years ago, who was singing about spring flowers and autumn moon? Thousands of years later, who is secretly asking how many flowers have fallen in dreams? No matter how things change, the mortal world is still the mortal world, and the Taoist temple is still the same. That dojo. What is missed is youth, what is let down is deep love. Our story: Whose prosperity has been achieved by the missed fleeting years? Whose end of the world has the ferry after turning around become? Looking back on this life, from the flowering season to the twilight years. Let us spend our time in peace in our respective ends of the world.

Knowing that we are far away from each other, we let our lovesickness spread in two places. You and I met the right person in the wrong time and space. This heart-wrenching encounter is destined to annihilate longing in the mountains near the water and far away. We met in the deepest world of mortals, and separated in the light and clear time. Holding the red beans you sent me with my hand, you said it took you a whole autumn to pick them, but it took me a lifetime of tears to save them. In this life, we are always a river of smoke and rain that cannot reach each other.

In my previous life, I burned incense under the Bodhisattva and exchanged the happiness of staying with you with you. Therefore, I look forward to a peaceful stay together in the noisy world of mortals, which is joy. What I want is the simplicity of leaning on the building and listening to the wind and rain, just looking at the ordinaryness of Jianghu Road, just laughing and listening to the calmness of the misty rain falling, twirling my fingers and expressing my heartfelt joy, never getting tired of looking at each other, and repairing fences and planting chrysanthemums with the gesture of looking at each other. , keep a peace of mind, play the piano and harp for the first time, devote your life's tenderness, facing the sea, the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming.

You said: I will never regret accompanying you till the end of the world, and later: I am filled with lovesickness. You said: From now on, I have no intention of giving gifts to others. Later, I let him go down to the west tower under the bright moon. You said: A song will never end for you to play, but later: the wind and the dust and the fragrant flowers have all gone. You said: Drink three thousand ladles of weak water, and later: Dusk snow and thousands of mountains hate to leave. You said: I will devote all my life to you for three lifetimes. Later, I filled the paper with secret sadness and laughter at the passing years. You said: Three thousand black hairs are waiting for you to tie them up, but later: Poor Xilou Yue wanders around.

In the red dust of the purple road, who promises eternal love to whom? When the spring blossoms, who will accompany whom to see through the scenery of the passing years? On the Three Life Stone, who is the fate of being attached to this life in the past life? The misty rain in the world of mortals is like a wisp of quicksand, staining your fingers. How many memories turn to gray due to the wasted years; how many longings turn into clouds and smoke; how many black hairs turn into white hair. A song of farewell and a song of mourning, a sorrow and a hatred, your whole life's sadness is written on your head. Finally, there are thousands of knots in my heart, and they are knotted into love and sorrow.

One step at a time, one thought, a lifetime of love, the deep love between you and me has already been translated into a series of beautiful lines of poetry. When I close my eyes, I will always think of the beautiful and stunning sight I saw at first, how many passers-by and how many people on the Internet. Looking back? Watch the flowers blooming and falling in front of the court, and let the clouds roll and relax. I feel at ease when you are here, and I feel sad if I don’t miss the past, and I don’t ask where I will go tomorrow. With you in this life, I will never miss the beauty of falling flowers and flowing water. I will cherish the love of mountains and flowing water. If you never leave me, I will depend on you for life and death.

Whose life has been overturned by the smoke and red dust? Whose life has been transformed by the vast world like a dream? Love and dust lock clear eyes, and the sorrows of two places can’t be expressed, and the sleeves are filled with tears. , I can’t finish writing sad new words and old sorrows, I can’t stop falling in love but drifting away. For whom is this song of lovesickness thinning? For whom is it left for a lifetime of traveling through mountains and rivers? From sunrise to dusk, from flowers blooming to falling red, there are countless. I have been waiting in the dimly lit place. You must remember that I have not left until the red sandalwood is extinguished.

Someone once said: Not everyone has the opportunity to see the person waiting in the bright lights when they suddenly look back. The grateful crowd looked back. Make me miss you morning and evening. If love is a practice, then I must have burned incense under the bodhi tree in my previous life, so I met you among all living beings. In this life, I have walked through the world of mortals and turned around a thousand times, just to get to know and love you. Three thousand weak water flows eastward, but I only take a ladle of moist jade. I hope we know each other in this life and don’t let each other down.

The flowers have all fallen, spring has gone and spring has returned, but you are still missing. You missed the flowering period and it hurts the time. Will the endless prosperity no longer murmur to myself about the flowers falling in the idle pond; eyebrows raised Can I meet you again in the deepest red? Can my heart return to its original peace after passing thousands of sails? That flowery event may be just the lingering fragrance on your sleeve. To you, it is just a romance of the old year, but to me, it is a loneliness that is too infatuated and unbearable. qq aesthetic ancient style personality talk

1. Who made the string break in the end, and the flowers fell on the shoulders, in a trance.

2. Just looking back at you makes me miss you.

3. The moon, with gentle footsteps, dances with the fragrance of the night.

4. What is the reason for a lifetime of practice? How can a man's body be timid in the face of battle?

5. One person, one burning stick, facing the whole world alone.

6. Once the spring goes, the beauty will grow old, and the flowers will fall and people will die.

7. Withering is real, blooming is just a thing of the past.

8. Build up the eternal love and crush the deep lovesickness.

9. 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.

10. We met too late and fell in love too slowly. I was in a dilemma about advancing and retreating. After the fate of being separated by distance and the fate of gathering and separation, whether we can go ashore by looking back.

11. The delicate fingers light up the flowery night’s cloud dream.

12. All kinds of stories are nothing more than love hurts; when water changes, people go, and the bright moon is like frost.

13. The world is drunk, and the love of this life is lost in dreams. The world is crazy, and the infatuated heart will not regret the love of three lifetimes.

14. Time goes to the left, and the face goes to the right. It’s all because the past is like the wind, and the vicissitudes of life are like a dream.

15. Like flowers and beautiful families, time flies like an arrow. We can go back to the past, but we cannot go back to the beginning.

16. Let him be pure and turbid in everything, and he will be reincarnated for your smile.

17. There are hundreds of beauties in the world, but you are the only one I love.

18. Autumn passes and spring comes, who will pity the wind and lotus in Quyuan? The youth is white, but it is just a fleeting life.

19. Spend the whole world just for a glimpse.

20. You smiled, I waved my hand, and a lonely road spread to both ends.

21. You give me a tear, and I see the entire ocean in your heart.

22. By the Naihe Bridge, who allows me to be charming for the rest of my life.

23. Tears wet the youth, white clothes curl up with beads.

24. Raise a glass and get drunk alone. After drinking the snow, you will feel confused and one year older.

25. The still water flows deep, and the Sheng plays songs; the clouds and sunshine in the three lives are full of joys and sorrows.

26. The broken flowers are like a dream, falling all over the sky, dancing and heartbreaking, along the most beautiful scenery on the horizon.

27. I send you a song, no matter where you are at the end of the song.

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

29. In a trance, time stands still and the years are quiet, just like ten years ago. Talk about the aesthetic and ancient style of qq space

1. Only if you don’t know lovesickness in your life will you love lovesickness, which will harm lovesickness. -Xu Zaisi's "Order of Gui Gui"

2. There are thousands of lovesickness in one inch, and there is no place in the world to arrange it. - Li Guan's "Butterflies in Love with Flowers"

3. Ten years of life and death are vast, without thinking, unforgettable, thousands of miles away in a lonely tomb, with nowhere to talk about desolation. -Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi"

4. Tonight or later, I will meet this beloved man. -Anonymous "The Book of Songs: Tang Feng Preparation"

5. As time goes by, this hatred lasts forever. -Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow"

6. I wish to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground. -Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow"

7. Overlapping tear stains and brocade characters, the only thing in life is love that is hard to die. - Wen Tingshi's "Butterfly Loves Flowers"

8. One is the fairy flower of Langyuan, and the other is the flawless jade. If you say there is no romance, you will meet him again in this life; if you say there is a romance, how can you end up lying in vain? - Cao Xueqin's "Wonderful Ningmei"

9. The silkworm's silk thread will be exhausted when it dies, and the wax torch will be gone. The tears begin to dry when they turn into ashes. -Li Shangyin's "Untitled"

10. I am young, and my time is spent.

115. I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love. - Li Zhiyi's "Businessman"

12. The street is long and the fireworks are numerous. You turn on the light to look back.

The short pavilion is short, the world is rolling, I sigh again.

13. Who made the string break in the end, and the flowers fell on the shoulders, in a trance and confusion

14. How many beauties were haggard, how much lovesickness was broken, only blood stained with ink and fragrance was left to cry on the grave.

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 overthrow of the country is the homeland. Ling Ling refused to play, and her shadow was startling.

22. In the past, there were high-rise buildings where people could sing in the morning and sing in the evening, and there were dancing sleeves 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 a ground-breaking joy in the sky 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 you are as the aloof king.

29. The dazzling array of things blooming in the windows 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 eventually captivate the country.

40. The night is slightly cooler, 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, there 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. It is sad and sad to leave someone.

Thoughts and deep thoughts.

Withering and falling, the sky is filled with 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 are full of joys and sorrows.

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 is 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, hundreds of 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 like quicksand, and old age is like a period of time.

56. Mountains and rivers surrender, and you smile.

57. After passing through the years, I dreamed of watching the fireworks blooming by the Qushui River and the full moon.

58. The fog cleared, I woke up from the dream, and I finally saw the reality, which was the silence after thousands of sails had passed.

59. At the two ends of life, we stand on the shore of each other.

60. Destiny gathers and disperses 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 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? Today, all kinds of things are like water without 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.

70. Raise a glass and get drunk alone. After drinking the snow, you will feel confused and one year older.

71. Turn around, a wisp of cold fragrance is far away, the passing snow is deep, and the smile is shallow. Will you save me in the next life?

72. One flower and one world, one leaf and one pursuit. A song and a sigh, a lifetime for one person.

73. The world has always been like water, and tears are rarely needed, so why spend a lifetime of love? Don't be passionate, love will hurt yourself.

74. Whoever accepts someone’s calamity becomes someone’s obsession.

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

76. If life were just like the first time we met, it would be ordinary.

77. The clothes are getting wider and wider, but I don’t regret it in the end. I feel haggard because of the beauty. - Liu Yong's "Feng Qiwu"

78. The relationship between life and death is broad, as explained by Zicheng. Hold your son's hand and grow old together. -Anonymous "The Book of Songs Beifeng Beats the Drum"

79. If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night? - Qin Guan's "Magpie Bridge Immortal"

80. When will we know when we miss each other? It's embarrassing at this time and night.

- Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words"

81. If there is a beautiful woman, you will never forget it when you see her. If you don't see her for a day, you will miss her like crazy. -Anonymous "Phoenix Qin Song"

82. This time I left you, it was wind, rain, and night; you smiled, I waved my hand, and a lonely road spread to both ends. . - Zheng Chouyu's "Fu Farewell"

83. Entering my lovesickness door, I know that my lovesickness is painful. Long lovesickness brings long memories, but short lovesickness brings endless love. - Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words"

84. Once upon a time, the sea was difficult to overcome, except for Wushan, it was not cloud. - Yuan Zhen's "Five Poems on Lisi"

85. The king is like dust on the road, and the concubine is like muddy cement. They rise and fall in different ways. When will they meet in harmony? -Cao Zhi's "The Moon on a High Building"

86. The desolate farewell and the last two echoes are the same, the most unbearable resentment in the moonlight. - Nalan Xingde's "Yu Meiren"

87. Huanjun's pearls shed tears, wishing they had met before they were married. -Zhang Ji's "Yan of a Chaste Woman"

88. How to let you meet me at my most beautiful moment. For this, I have been praying to the Buddha for five hundred years, begging him to let us form a mortal relationship. -Xi Murong's "A Flowering Tree"

89. How can we live together and die differently when the remaining shadows are still attached to the world? -Chen Hengke's "Inscribed on the Portrait of Chunqi"

90. Acacia Tree The bottom line is lovesickness, but Si Lang hates Lang Lang and doesn't know. -Liang Qichao's "Taiwan Bamboo Branch Poems"

91. Since the king came out, the bright mirror and the dark will not cure it. Missing you is like running water, there is no end to it. -Xu Qian's "Room Thoughts"

92. When we see each other, we feel like we have not seen each other, and being affectionate is like being ruthless. - Sima Guang's "Moon over the Xijiang River"

93. The sky never grows old, but love never ends. The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it. -Zhang Xian's "Qianqiu Sui"

94. The stars look like this but they are not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand at midnight. -Huang Jingren's "One of Two Lovely Poems"

95. It's useless to think about lovesickness, but it's just madness to be melancholy. - Li Shangyin's "Third of the Six Untitled Poems"

96. I know that my love will always be there when I am here, and I look forward to the sound of the water at the head of the river. -Li Shangyin's "Lone Autumn Tour in Qujiang"

97. This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss at the time. - Li Shangyin's "Jin Se"

98. Asking the world what love is, it tells you that life and death are mutual commitments. -Yuan Haowen's "One of Two Songs About Touching Fish"

99. There is no colorful phoenix flying wings in the body, but there is a clear understanding in the heart. - Li Shangyin's "Untitled"

100. The water smoke sinks in the beast's furnace, and the remaining flowers in the green marsh are written line by line in the biography of lovesickness. -Zhang Kejiu's "Sai Hongqiu" A short talk about ancient style and personality, beauty and purity

1. Who burns the smoke and disperses the vertical and horizontal ties.

2. Who dyed the glitz and let the loneliness wait for a long time!

3. The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to look for light.

4. Food at home is for life, and food at school is for survival.

5. Music is the paradise where the soul resides and the light that people yearn for.

6. Where the wind blows, there is a trace called "nostalgia") ㄣ

7. The sea and sky meet, and the distant eyes are erased.

8. The simple years, the time when flowers are blooming.

9. Rain is the dream of clouds, and clouds are the past life of rain.

10. Waiting all my life, just for Bojun’s charming smile.

11. High mountains have their own feasible paths, and deep waters have their own ferrymen.

12. When the sun falls on the spring branches, the days become green.

13. Butterflies are intoxicated by flowers, but flowers fly with the wind.

14. In the wind, I walked slowly, listening to the soul-stirring music.

15. Memories are dust, floating in the air telling the past

16. The sound of the ocean tide drowns out the dusk of parting

17. Angel’s love fairy tale , Eternal Memory

18. Sighing now, recalling the past, and crying.

19. Stars fall and the sky sheds tears.

20. The world is safe and secure, and I will live up to the Tathagata and the Lord.

21. Shen Lun’s golden years are just like the first time we met, and the years are quiet and full of joy.

22. The transparent clouds in the sky and the wind blowing freely are all illusions that accompany my transformation.

23. Pure white snow gives us pure white memories. ┅

24. Missing you will spread, and the sky will be filled with cold solid snow spots.

25. Sometimes after watching too many TV series, you will think that miracles will happen in your own story.

26. Looking up at the rainbow and the beauty passing by under an umbrella in the rain are my deepest memories of you.

27. When the rain hits the ground, the moment it falls no longer exists.

28. There are many waves, graceful in the mist, carrying the fragrance of rain, making love charming in dreams.

29. At the end of the years when the roses are in full bloom, the silhouette of your smile is the only glimmer of light that keeps watch over the silence.

30. Compose life into music and play the notes of life repeatedly.

31. Happiness is a bird whose wings are frozen by time.

32. Black butterflies draw youthful scars on your pure white skin

33. □ Like pink is like being obsessed with the summer wind

34 , looking for me in the morning fog, in a world where I can’t see the horizon clearly, that person’s light seems like my only hope.

35. The air becomes hazy, and you leave behind layers of tenderness︶ㄣ

36. -The wind blows across the lake, but my heart ripples slightly〆

37. Life is picturesque, and the picture with a smile adds bright colors.

38. Waiting is like white smoke floating in the deepest part of memory

39. One sand is a world, one flower is a paradise, infinite is placed in the palm of your hand, and it is collected in an eternal moment.

40. Life is like a piano. Whether the sound is beautiful or not depends on how you play it.

41. A scenery, a kind of feeling; although the scenery is beautiful, it still depends on people to appreciate it; if no one appreciates it, there will be no sense of the scenery.

42. 〆, raindrops, the moment you fall, you leave behind beauty.

43. The thoughts that I devote to you all my life come like flying flowers and disperse like smoke.

44. The flowers in Seattle are in full bloom and waiting.

45. The sky is blue, white clouds very white, under the sun we were happy. The sky is blue, white clouds very white, under the sun we were happy.

46. Our time travels through countless incarnations

47. ◆◇. Whose youth is stained by the trackless train bound for summer.

48. Missing you is like a kite with its string broken.

49. Life is like a roll of toilet paper. There is a lot of it, but it is gone as you use it.

50. The wind hurts my eyes and makes me confused... .