Old sentences about love (99 selected sentences)

1, the city beauty kissed your eyes, covering the displacement of half-life.

2, in the end, two lovesickness, fatigue is king, when a hundred flowers.

3. At midnight, pour a glass of red wine, quietly and shallowly.

4, light dance tulle, tears like rain, you can know acacia.

You can borrow the toilet paper, but never wipe your tears with paper.

6. Who once smiled like a flower in the alley of Yanhua, smiling and waiting for your return?

7. You led me to a dream in Hua Xu, but did you pour a cup for you to show your joy?

8, thin shadow pity autumn water, you must pity me and pity you. -Feng Xiaoqing's "complaints"

9, a down coat, dyed a tree, two sleeves of moonlight, telling the peerless elegance.

10, tears can be done at the end, nothing is difficult to send. -Chen Duansheng's "Send Outside"

1 1, I just hope that your heart is the same as mine and you don't miss home. -Li Chi Ngai's Operator

12, the snowy shore is full of plums, and the spring mud is fragrant. -Du Fu's Accompanying Pei Deng Yueyang Tower

13, in everyone's heart, there is a feeling of an ancient town, flowing in the south of the Yangtze River, with people in smoke cages.

14, don't hesitate to sing Yangchun if you have a bosom friend. -Yan Shu's Song of the Willow in the Mountain Pavilion

15, an inch of acacia, there is no arrangement in the world. -Li Guan's "The Recent Flowers"

16, Chunfeng lived up to Dong Jun's letter, it is all the places. Swallows in pairs. There is still mud in the apricot beam.

17. At that time, I was separated from you, the autumn rain was slightly cold, and Yan Hui went home. If I hold an oil umbrella alone, it will be cool at night.

18, your tears flow for her, and her tears flow for him. It is always such a tragic moral cycle.

19, may the next heavy rain in my heart's world wash away the traces of your coming and going.

20. There will be many unforgettable memories in life. Jun is the brightest star in the memory sky.

2 1, the heart is not broken, the dream is not awake, and I have a special liking for you in this life, the flowers are intentional and ruthless, and the water is empty.

22, frozen pen new poetry is lazy to write, cold stove wine is warm. Drunk to see the ink flowers and the moon white, suddenly suspected that the snow was full of Qiancun. -Li Bai

23. Iraqis are like jade, but they have no horses, but they see tears flying. Tears, you are cold, but the world of mortals is messy.

24, the beauty is ten miles long and the general is a hundred feet iron robe. How can you tolerate this world? Smile for beauty.

25. Peony thrives in the sun, and eagle dances with birds in Vivian Dawson. Ask the blossoming gentleman, Long Tianxia is unique.

26, get together in a hurry, this hate is endless. The flowers this year are better than those last year. It's a pity that the flowers will be better next year. Who do you know?

27, lightly falling ancient rhyme, why bother. Don't argue with Brother Tie's participation in the war, * * * walks with a floating sound.

28. My concubine is a temple nun and your husband is a censer. Under the old moon tree, I made a wish, but I had a dream, but I hated playing the pipa.

29, considering the wine muddy wine licking wine, Yao Tao is still. Push the inkstone to push the banquet to push the nightmare, and the nightmare is still there. Peach blossom is here, but peach blossom is not.

30. If you raise the dust on the road surface and make the cement muddy, the ups and downs will be different. When will you meet? -Cao Zhi's "Tall Buildings and Bright Moon"

3 1, life is born with infatuation, and this hatred has nothing to do with romance. The last infatuation with someone was a blessing to you or him.

32. There was a gust of wind at night, and the yellow flowers fell, and the wind finally turned into mud. Send a lonely night, the moonlight is oblique, and I just want to pay for it in my life.

33, tired according to the world of mortals, Zhu Yan is old, the hair is a string, the bosom friend is far away, the wind is broken, autumn is early, the leaves are silent, and the beads are tearful.

34, the flowers have fallen, holding hands with you, the wind has dispersed, infatuated with you, the deceased is gone, with you, the heart has been hurt, unforgettable with you.

35. Being alone for a thousand years brings you an instant smile. Wearing red and makeup, I love you very much.

36. Life and death and Zicheng said. Hold your hand and grow old with your son. -"The Book of Songs, High Wind and Drumming" Pre-Qin Dynasty-Anonymous

37. No matter the flat land or the top of the mountain, infinite scenery is occupied. After a hundred flowers blossom into honey, who will work hard for and be sweet for- The Tang Luo sound of bees

38. Don't go too far and miss the moon. In front of the dream king, the lonely lamp is hard to see, infinite, infinite, worrying about the west wind courtyard.

39, spring is not green, the first silk. We leave for too long, and slowly all the pain will be forgotten by time. I don't know who made me miss that evening, that happy reunion night. Only you and I can understand this feeling. -Jiang Kui's Partridge Day

40. May I be like a star, like the moon, shining every night; I can't see each other grow old, but I can only dawn with you. -Fan Chengda's "Car Yao Yao"

4 1, the fragrance of plum and jade is still there, but the eyes of the golden broken willow are not open. The east wind filled the tower. When peaches and apricots are torn apart, it is advisable to sing "Happy Spring". -Jin Yuanhao asked Happy Spring. Spring banquet "

42. The sunshine in spring is particularly bright, and the girls in spring smile. Sunlight and red beams came and gently stroked Jun, like a young mother's hand.

43. Acacia says acacia, and Silang hates Xiaomin. When a tree bears acacia seeds, it is time for Langsi to be a concubine. -"Zhi Zhu Ci in Taiwan Province" Liang Qichao's elegant ancient poems

44. Meeting and parting are fate, and parting is always mutual affection. After the night, I miss you in the rain. Qian Shan is far away, please take care. The pride of life is to meet you again.

45, late at night alone, wandering alone. A cigarette in the left hand and a pot of wine in the right hand. Thinking about her from afar, whether she has fallen asleep. Although I can't see you, I only have Liang's blessing in my dream.

46. Between the lines, knowing you is half the battle. Even though the road ahead is rough, what can I say about making friends here? However, I hope the wind won't last for many years. I will sit hand in hand and walk side by side.

47, Long song let a little lovesick tears overflow the moonlight cup, a bright lamp, how can you not wake up a lifetime of drunkenness, snuff falls, tonight's dream is with you, life and death are tireless.

48. Three years without dreams, several years in spring and autumn. It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan Xi, where to find a good solution. At the end of the year, leisure is in my heart. You have to ask yourself, what else can you ask for in this life?

49. When listening to the rain in the middle of the night, the dream is in the rain and the rain is in the dream. Suddenly far away and near, my thoughts have the ancient rhyme of Zen, and in the touch of nature, I am moved to render an elegant dream.

50, the mountains are heavy, the water is vertical and horizontal, and there is another village. This white cloud, did it arrive at home tonight? Don't hate how much you left. Turn into infinite tenderness and give it to the dreamer. When you wake up in a dream, play the lyre for me.

5 1, the apricot flowers are cold in the evening upstairs, and the columns are dry in the slanting moon. A Shuang Yanzi, two lines of geese, painted with a broken horn. In the east wind, I am speechless about spring leisure. It should also be as old as before, full of autumn waters and faint spring mountains.

52. I was happy all day on weekends, but I was miserable on Monday. Why should I ask you? It is a day of happiness and trouble, and so is the smiling face on Monday and Sunday. You are happy to work with a smile, and everyone is happy to see you.

53. It was stormy last night, and autumn curtains rustled. Candle residual leakage off-frequency pillow. You can't sit on an equal footing. The world flows with water, which is a dream. Drunk hometown road should be steady and frequent, unbearable. -"Crying at Night" Li Yu

54. A lotus girl by the river will laugh at the lotus. Rizhao's new makeup is bright under the water, fragrant in the wind and lifted in the air. Who swims on the shore, 3355 reflects weeping willows. Zi Juan hissed into the fallen flower and saw the emptiness and heartbroken.

55. Take three mountains and visit five mountains. One who fails to reach the Great Wall is not a hero. Enjoy the West Lake and the beautiful scenery. Guilin is the best in the world, rowing and riding horses. You have a good trip and a good mood. On China Tourism Day, I wish you a happy start and unlimited happiness!

56. A player enters a painting in his life. Walking alone, there is no return, first frost's face is full. The night is cold, the lights are dim, the ambiguity is gone, and the music is euphemistic. That year, in the prime of life, whoever promised to die. As beautiful as flowers and jade, as water flies.

57. Stick red happiness and set off fireworks and salute; Light red candles and invite friends, relatives and friends to get together. On an auspicious day, when you get married, many relatives and friends flock to you like the tide. * * * Pray that the new couple will relay happiness and deserve your great joy. I wish you a happy life in a hundred years!

58. The breeze is warm in the early spring, and the misty rain cage treetops; The water is bright and peach, and the colorful people are drunk; When you come back from an outing and smell vanilla, it is the golden moment of the moment; Friendship is a bit bleak. I wish you a happy hug in spring. Happy spring!

59. The cold alley is dark on a cold night, and the north wind stirs the heart. There is a bright moon in my heart, and the residual stars reflect light makeup. It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan Xi, and I look forward to your long, proud snow first frost. Don't forget your kindness. Your smile is like a ray of morning light, with a touch of acacia!

60. I couldn't cry, and my sleeves were full of tears. The ancient road is long and the sky is far away, and the desert is deserted to bid farewell. Tears haven't dried, autumn wind bothers people, and it is inseparable from feelings. -Yang Zhenxiong sang "The West Chamber"

6 1, you can't keep the flowers. Going to South Park, emotional reluctance. Unfortunately, it's red and white, not branches. After the rain, I left my cloak. With Zhu's threshold, gold will be ruined. For a long time, I was disappointed with each other. Besides, old love and new hate hinder the heart period. Empty eyes are full of acacia. Classical poetry

62. Half-life love is quicksand between fingers. A misty rain, a moment of youth. Under the silent swing, flowers fly in the morning and evening. Jinghong left, and the dream was shattered. Whistling mountains and singing water, leaning on pillows and clouds. Dance under the red dust, and the wind and rain will be controlled by it.

63. Twisted weft cries in autumn. One kind of autumn sound, ten thousand kinds of autumn hearts. The waning moon seems to have no time to get people up, and it shines obliquely through the camel's bottom. Arouse leisure to watch dew washing, thin green and sparse red, after all, how much leisure can you have? Remember that spring is really beautiful, who will follow the water? -Zhou Ji's "The Recent Flowers"

64. The breeze blew, Han Han sang to the wind, and dew rolled back and forth on the lotus leaf like a jade plate. Looking further away, the lotus with eyes is smiling faintly, and the wind is like water, telling the quaint and clumsy gardens and telling the picturesque ancient charm of Suzhou.

65. The quicksand at the fingertips has been drunk for a long time, the plain silk has fallen thousands of lines, the light glass moonlight has been picked up, and the fragrant dew has been dyed crystal clear. Dance with you and pour a glass of wine. The harp and harp played in unison, dancing in the moonlight, enjoying each other silently, holding hands and looking at each other, and getting drunk.

66. Spring breeze blows and flowers bloom everywhere; Pick it with your heart and send it to your arms. The flowers are delicate and charming, and the fragrance is pleasant. Two hearts are interdependent and full of enthusiasm. Red flowers and green leaves never leave. You and I know each other, so pure and sweet. I only hope that flowers will bloom and fall, and I will never lose. Waiting for the truth, feelings will not change. .

67. When touching your lips, you want to say that you want to rest, but you don't want to say it. You wrote that you left people, you were drunk and carefree. However, you can't pick up the fallen flowers. A few residual lamps stayed overnight, and the wind and frost pressed plum blossoms, Moran windows, rocking folding fans, steamed blue-and-white pillows, and a shutter, worrying about the years in Shui Mu.

68. If a person is a mountain, he will be lifted by Li Xi. Laughing is awkward and appropriate, and children are eager for kindness and gentleness. Ride the red leopard with the raccoon, and get married in the Xinyi car. Shi Lan Xi took Du Heng, and he lost his mind. The rest of the place can't see the sky, and the road is dangerous and difficult.

69, Long song rags, short song broken white hair. The king of Qin was invisible and became angry overnight. A pot of wine is thirsty, but a drop of hunger. April is sad and green for a while. The night peak leaves and the moon sets at the bottom. Pei Hui looks for the peak along the stone. Don't swim with it, change the song first.

70. Rain, read rain. Rain is a special messenger from the sky, big or small, urgent or slow. I don't know how many thousands of years of rain, but I still spare no effort to wash the chaotic world in the world. Read the rain once, and not only nature but also your heart will be washed and nourished.

7 1, send you a song, don't get people together at the end of the song. Burn the cigarette and loosen the vertical and horizontal ties. Listen to the string and break three thousand infatuations. Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips. When all the flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you. Cold autumn, only accompanied by the evening breeze.

72, drizzle outside the window, red costumes, charming posture. When a beautiful woman leaves you with a smile, she is sad. The mirror is full of dreams, the moon is flawless, and the shadows are dancing. The wind blows and the shadows are drunk, and the moonlight is blurred. Who knows if the player is fickle and negative? Late at night, a few lines of tears.

73, the moonlight is cold, where is the old friend going, the smoke is vast, the sea is vast and the mountains are far away, who knows where Xiaoxiang is going? Sighing with affection, I have been idle and hated since ancient times, forgetting flying flowers and dust. At the end of the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, I cut my plain dress and followed my tenderness, and finally I passed you by, and the capital disappeared without a trace.

74. The sun is full of desire, the flowers are full of smoke, the moon becomes very white, and people are sad and insomnia. I won't play with the phoenix carving on the pillar. I thought I was afraid of touching Yuanyang after playing with Qin Shu. This is a song full of feelings, but no one has passed it on. I hope it will be sent to the distant Yan. Think back to her lover, lover, the person far away from the horizon, the eyes that sent her away, and the source of tears now. If you don't believe in sword cutting, please come back and look in the mirror in front of me! -"Sauvignon Blanc" Li Bai

75. Calm is a good medicine, because it can extinguish the inner flame. Don't you see the quiet whisper? Water on the left and fire on the right. When water is poured on a fire, it will put out the fire. The word "calm" seems to be a passive concession, but in fact it is a medicine that blindly reduces blood pressure and puts out fires, which makes the big things smaller and the small things smaller.

76. A drop of autumn dew is sweet because of your elegance; A red leaf is dancing solo for your persistence; A trace of autumn wind is for your beauty; A drop of clear tears is distressed by your sadness; A wisp of acacia, dust away for you; Because of your elegance, I have a daisy in my heart.

77. The candle is red, and the night is sleepless. In the bronze mirror, people are thin and still stay in their dreams. Who do they spit out their inexplicable feelings to? The face of the man with distant eyebrows and clear eyes lingered for a long time. I'm getting more and more handsome under the torment of lovesickness day and night.

78. Love is a process, so happiness is a frozen moment experienced in this process; Whether it's sadness or joy, it's love. I also look forward to snuggling up with you and painting the west of the building, watching the red, fat, green and thin, and witnessing how the rings of those years turned. Finally, I still cling to this faint happiness.

79. In short, you abandon the world of mortals and read the old lane of Camellia for the second time. When I heard the drizzle in the south of the Yangtze River, the four books were affectionate and sincere. Five to send the brocade book to the high hall, and six to admire the clouds and weeping willows. For no reason, there are seven good fish, and the antelope sand is eight frosts. Nine sighs and autumn flowers die. Ten years of deep affection dare not forget. Eleven winter snows press the window, and twelve proud red berries are fragrant.

80.peony. Falling in love with the countryside Liu Yuxi's "Peony Appreciation" has a poem: "The peony demon is unqualified before the court, and the pool is full of lotus and little affection. Only peony is the real national color, and it will move the capital as soon as it opens. Peony became the mainstream of the Tang Dynasty at that time because of its elegance and splendor. Poems about peony emerge in endlessly, and excellent works continue.

8 1, the nectar is high, waiting for the fall, sad and hurting the soul, picking flowers late, sighing and breaking the temple. Standing alone under the moon, we were inseparable. Looking at flowers with blue lanterns and singing Leng Yue's solo, it was chaos. In an instant, I was young, lost in a throbbing mood, and fell in love with your 3 thousand green hair.

82. Touching is a kind reminder of parents; Touching is a friend's help in times of trouble; Touched, is a nervous greeting from strangers. Touched, the thread in the mother's hand makes clothes for her wayward son; Moved, petals shed like tears, and lonely birds sang their sadness; Touched, I think of myself in Xiaoxiang, and I am sad to hear that the ape grows in my dream.

83, a pipa, two tears together. Acacia is bitter, looking forward to it, looking forward to flowers, and counting petals at dusk. Fragrant, the most regrettable thing is the core. I want to borrow a crimson pearl flower hoe and build a fragrant tomb for the petals. I asked Yan Fei sadly: How many storms are worrying, and who is most worried about strangers? When will we get the Mid-Autumn Moon and go on a date with Liu Xia?

84. Things are like chess. It is inevitable and accidental that people can meet and know each other, or fall in love. In the dark, there is a saying or something called fate. You live at the head of the river and my concubine lives at the end of the river, drinking the same river. This is geography. If you get married because of the admiration of love, it is called a thousand-mile marriage.

85. The autumn wind is bleak, the silent moon is like a hook, and the prosperity is scattered on the branches. Wild geese fly south, the vegetation is thin, and the beautiful scenery is gone. The waning moon in Xiao Feng, alone in the West Building, makes me feel a little sad. The full moon is short, and the thousand reds have faded and cooled for several years. While singing, caress the wind, splash ink and wave sleeves, and carry clear words with songs. The body is clear and bright, the pulse is soft, and acacia is like wine.

86, the past is like a dream, looking back on the past, into the morning breeze. I'm very emotional. Listen, that song hurts. In an instant, looking back, wisps of blue silk covered my eyes. In a hurry, the face goes with the flow, who is haggard before the flowers and under the moon, and who is sad after two lines of tears. Years are like songs, the moonlight is beautiful, the world of mortals is far away, and you are as tender as water. Who knows, who knows, who is sad.

87. With more tolerance, the road under your feet will be one inch wider. Forgive others and liberate yourself. Indifferent to ambition, quiet and far-reaching If the fundus is more indifferent, there will be much more beauty in life. Life is elegant because of indifference, and life is broad because of tolerance. What life wants is indifference, so that it can be free and easy, and life is feeling, so that it can be meaningful.

88, a season of Qiu Si, a pulse of idiotic words, drunk pen sketch, or deep, or shallow. Send the heart of a lotus flower into the fleeting time and silently turn it into an orchid, like a water fairy. Silent time flies, shallow brush, just want to twist a poem, a book and a picture, drink a big cup of love, sing the wind and make love on the moon, which has nothing to do with what he said, and sing and do. Quietly guarding an Enron, light ink, silent love, silent love.

89. Trees love flowers, and flowers love butterflies. Who complains about who? Iraqis have been in love all their lives, forgetful, frustrated and a little crying. The Iraqi people frown, their eyes are bright, their hands are covered, their words are smeared, and their hearts are trembling. Turn to the stone road, people walk with each other, lonely, thin moonlight night, you can't close your eyes. Maple leaves dance, silent farewell, sad flowers and birds, unaccompanied, step by step, as if suddenly, you are already in front of you.

90. When the flowers fade, they will fade for you. If tears flow, they will cry for you. If the moon is fine, it is for you, and if the pen moves, it will write poems for you. After writing for a long time, I am drunk and fragrant. I am willing to write down my heaviest and deepest acacia for you in the lightest and lightest words, whether intentionally or heartlessly. The letter hand opens the poem written for you, which begins with love at first sight and ends with infatuation.

9 1, when I first met you, you were a Tingting girl as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade, and I was a modest son with a jade tree in the wind. See you again, you are the lonely red who is worried about locking the deep palace, and I am the disappointed guest who is heartbroken. At first sight, Xiaoxiang left the hospital, only saying that heaven and earth are United as one promise; Meet again, jade tile red wall, separate talented people and beautiful women. An inch of acacia hurts for thousands of years. If you love, it's like seeing you for the first time. At this moment, you will not be in the palace, and I will not be in the end of the world.

I can't forget the most beautiful past, like a blurred dream. What stays in the wind is a beautiful smile. How many times have I been lost in that haunted place and fallen asleep in my dreams again and again? Many beautiful fragments buried themselves in this purple dream, full of tenderness, and several misty rains blew away, wasting the lonely shadow under the lamp. How can it compare with the vicissitudes of yellow flowers and sad songs?

93, midsummer snow, light on the clouds. Rustling down, accumulated in the north window. Miss you in the middle of the night, wandering. Tears rained down on my skirt. If there is no heaven, it will be a thousand years. Such as green water, lingering. At the end of the mountain, the earth will last forever. Only you and I will be apart forever. The wading river is deep and wide. The pulse is silent, and the dew condenses into frost. It's a long way, and the waves are rough. I am alive, I love, and I will be buried forever! -Feather collection in Cang Yue.

94. Obsessed with ancient poetry Sometimes, we often think that what we miss is time, but it is actually feelings. There is a kind of love called joy, because love is simple and happy together; There is a kind of love called sweetness, because love is a sweet flower; There is a kind of love called smile, because love is like a mature pistachio hanging on the branch; There is a kind of love called confession, because everyone can understand it because of the existence of love.

95. If the heartbeat is wrong, what is it? If infatuation can't blossom and bear fruit, what is love for? Hehe, forget your promise, hold back your tears and look at each other. The cold wind swept by and inadvertently touched the flickering candlelight. Trembling, I don't know who put out the loneliness that slipped quietly in the fog On that day, why did you say goodbye and cut off all contact? It turns out that caring for each other is not suitable for everyone. Let nature take its course, alone, clean.

96. Listen to the current, sing with strings and harps, print and dye the water town in the south of the Yangtze River with flowers, and the violin is full of love, crushing the old broken bridge. The residual color reflects the water, the white skirt is graceful, the steps are light, the waterside pavilion is rippling, the timbre is long, the fingers are rubbing, the dusty Buddha crosses the south of the Yangtze River, the butterfly is drunk in my heart, the strings are snapping, the hair is messy, and the eyes are flowing, for three thousand years. The Buddha sleeve is wrapped in clothes, the piano sound is light, and the peach blossom feather fan is graceful and carefree. Sit on the pavilion and admire the color of rouge.

97. Time flies, many encounters and acquaintances will eventually become beautiful memories, and many vows will eventually be settled. No matter how many encounters in life or words, how many regrets will join hands forever? How many predestinations will leave a good one? How many stories will last forever? I have read such a sentence: all encounters in the world are for the final separation. Flowers bloom and fall, meet and separate, all doomed.

98. The scenery in the south of the Yangtze River only highlights her femininity in the rain. Four hundred and eighty halls in the southern dynasties, with many towers in the misty rain. What a delicate and leisurely Jiangnan, what an elegant and meticulous picture scroll, this is the ancient rhyme of misty rain in Jiangnan. Listen to the spring rain alone in the porch window, and look closely at the flying catkins to moisten everything. Thoughts turn into swift, fly on the eaves of blue tiles, skim the rippling lake, hover in the blue fields, and shuttle between the willows of Yiyi. The rain soaked the feathers, but it also washed away the dust and took away the lead.

99. Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow, and they say they have new words. Yangzhou's ten years, like a dream, wake up, but in the brothel women this is a fickle reputation. The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever. Wan Li Yinshan Wan Li Sand, who beat the frost on the temples. Over the years, half of them are at the end of the world. It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried. Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward. I would have compared my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon clears the canal. Silently alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook, and the solitary phoenix tree locks the autumn in the deep courtyard. Indus is drizzling, and at dusk, it is falling. This time, what a sad sentence! When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.