Talk about short sentences in an ancient and poetic way

First, I miss the end of the world, I don't return, I am scattered. Flowers have nothing to say, and the green window is spring. I will tell you under the acacia lamp that I have new love and old hatred for Qian Qian. Most importantly, the world can't stay, and Zhu Yan's words are reflected in the mirror.

Second, if a lover is absolutely beautiful, he is still afraid to think the worst in his dreams.

Third, look at a past and remember a little tenderness. The fragments of reincarnation can remind you of the love robbery agreed by the third world.

Four, childe and I are like a thousand miles across the castle peak, Wan Li deep valley, lights decayed.

5. Beauty is far away, but lovesickness is bitter and hard to compensate. Ten years of love and a hundred years of crossing, don't cut acacia, can't bear to care!

Sixth, the heart is slightly moving, but it is far away. Things are wrong, people are wrong, everything is wrong, and the past cannot be traced.

Seven, last year today, in this door, peach blossoms set each other off. Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.

Eight, red lotus root fragrance, jade lingering in autumn, Luo Shang light solution, blue boat alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.

Nine, the dark dust goes with the horse, and the bright moon comes.

Ten, last night, the west wind withered trees, alone on the tall building, looking at the horizon. Want to send colorful stationery and rulers, where do you know?

Eleven, a gentleman is like a orchid, you can chase it.

12. You are the dream that you want to talk to and have a rest when the world is cold and warm.

Thirteen or ten years of life and death are boundless, and you will never forget it if you don't think about it. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.

Fourteen, the world is not worth it, and the feelings are deep and bitter. Tao is a crane in Youlong, and he feels tired as soon as he looks back.

Fifteen, who will hold my hand and eliminate my loneliness for half a life; Who, holding my shoulder, drives me to be silent all my life.

Sixteen, flowers bloom on both sides, and life is in the Buddha's illusion. If you are arrogant, how can you live quietly?

Seventeen, the world says I bring disaster to the country and people, how do I know that I regard you as my life?

Eighteen, a person for life, half drunk and half awake.

Nineteen, three miles in the breeze, three miles in the road, step by step, there is no gentleman.

Twenty, whoever has a scarlet tear mole in the corner of his eye will have completed your heyday, and you have given him a kind of empty joy that breaks the ground.

Twenty-one, one door becomes three fires, and the world is full of red dust. When I meet with a smile, it's still warm as spring. Your heart is like an ancient well, not water, and the peak is like a bamboo pole in autumn. My heart is melancholy, because you want to separate the sails overnight. When you see me off, the clouds are the color of the moon. There is no need for the girls of Pei Jiu to feel too sorry for the glass. Life is a difficult journey, you and I are both passers-by, just like stopping at different hotels.

22, March spring breeze caresses willow, once again mountains and rivers wear green petticoats.

Twenty-three, the wind sings and dances, and the clouds are deep and shallow. Overlooking Qian Shan, it is bound to fly to earth.

Twenty-four, cloud sleeves beckoned, eyes bent, flute catkins floated, and in January, bamboo and horse roads were covered with snow in Xie Qiao.

Twenty-five, the chest is like a valley, and there are poems in the abdomen.

Twenty-six, a generation of two people for a lifetime, fighting for two ecstasy. Acacia don't look at each other, who is spring? Begging from the blue bridge is easy, but rushing into the blue shipwreck. If you allow me to visit Oxford, I will forget my poverty relatively.

Twenty-seven, a long illness has become a disease, and there is no medicine to cure it. I am glad that you have become a disease and the medicine stone has no medicine.

Twenty-eight, the independent bridge people do not know, a week is like a fight for a long time, and they want to close the door in the rain.

Twenty-nine, I don't know where to find the fleeting time, and the evening breeze blows the dream to talk to you.

Thirty, where to synthesize sorrow? Leave people's hearts to autumn.

Spring breeze and I are both passers-by, who * * * the bright moon will live forever.

Thirty-two, a spring breeze, a boat, a cocoon and a light hook. Flowers are full of Zhu, wine is full of Europe, and you are comfortable in the waves.

Thirty-three, fog around the mountain, rain knocks on the umbrella. I'm lost and don't know how to get back. Looking up, thinking unforgettable, I have fallen into the water. Dreaming in vain and crying in love.

Thirty-four, finally covered the world for the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. After the glory of China, it was just a scene, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.

35. You must remember that the rosewood hasn't come out yet, and I didn't go either.

Thirty-six, a flashy song, a dream, a dream, a dream, a dream, overnight. There are joys and sorrows in a flashy life, which are entangled with long-term hatred and wrapped in a sword. Some people are sad, others are happy, and there is no hatred. Why talk? If you are drunk, why worry!

Thirty-seven, ten miles of peach blossoms are all over the sky, and Hosta has a crush on years. Look at the flowers and shadows together, only envy the mandarin duck, not the fairy.

Thirty-eight, the meaning behind the old joke, but suddenly, in front of my eyes, you disappeared. The clothes you have worn have been given away, and I can't bear to open your sewing box.

Thirty-nine, how can a lover get cold and miss an old friend under the old city?

Forty, the spring water is born, the spring forest is in full bloom, and the spring breeze is ten miles, which is not as good as you. I wish I could look back with years and grow old with deep affection.

Forty-one, linglong dice Ann red beans, bone looks like you know.

Forty-two, Xiao looked at the sky at dusk, looked at the clouds, missed you, and missed you.

Forty-three years old, although my body does not have bright phoenix wings, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn.

Forty-four, look up in spring, eyebrows squint.

Forty-five, ten miles to burn peach blossoms, it is enough to spend one flower in your heart.

46, has always been shallow, but deep, since the harp, why Shengxiao Mo.

Forty-seven, sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her triumph, only dreaming of idle people and not dreaming of you. ..