Aesthetic sentences of ancient costume photos; Ancient customs; Aesthetic short sentences.

First, there are trees on the mountain and branches on the wood. I don't know whether I like you or not.

Second, the best white horse is a girl, about twenty years old, with a white shirt fluttering and a big red silk flower hanging on her left shoulder. Her face is slightly dark, but her appearance is extremely delicate.

Third, at both ends of life, we stand on the other side of each other.

Fourth, there are beautiful women in the north who are peerless and independent. Take care of the city first, then the country.

Five, ten years of life and death are two boundless, no thoughts, unforgettable, lonely graves thousands of miles away, nowhere to be sad.

Six, the wind bun shows the temples, the eyebrows are lightly swept with spring, the skin is as smooth as warm jade, soft as greasy, the cherry mouth is not red and delicate, and the two strands of hair on the cheeks are lightly brushed with the wind, adding a bit of attractive style, while the smart eyes are cleverly turned, somewhat naughty, somewhat naughty, wearing a light green dress and holding the waist, so flawless and beautiful.

Seven, a long way to go, a few hate to leave, beautiful acacia, treat people with pity.

8. How many people have you met in the south or the north, and how many cups have you broken? Do you still remember who I am?

Nine, go to the world to surprise the feast and see the prosperity of the world.

Ten, the long street, countless fireworks, you look back, the pavilions are short, the world of mortals is rolling, and I sigh again.

11. Who forgets first that dumping the country is the old country? I refuse to play. Shadows are amazing.

Twelve, I saw a girl wearing a light green shirt, quickly walked out of the temple, only to see her eyebrows curved, her small nose slightly upturned, her face as white as jade, and her clothes were not as luxurious as He Huagui, only hanging a string of pearls around her neck, emitting a faint halo, reflecting that she was even more beautifully dressed.

Thirteen, Cui Yi Thule is as beautiful as a flower, and so is Liu Mei.

Fourteen, graceful figure, concave and convex, beautiful breasts; Hair is scattered like a waterfall, waist is slender, jade legs are light; The facial features are exquisite and exquisite, and the face is like a peach blossom, and the beads are round and moist; The skin powder is as greasy as snow, the ice muscle is jade bone, and the soft language is charming; As long as you look back, the flowers bloom; As long as the lips are slightly open, then the oriole will be euphemistically happy; As long as the waist is swaying gently, the green willows will flutter a few degrees in the spring breeze.

Fifteen, Dan Qing Juan, iron fan white by day, looking at the world of mortals, flowers like bamboo shoots, nights like me.

Sixteen-year-old, missed your candle, tears are burning, and old Tang Yan lingers today.

There was once a tall building that sang at night and had dancing sleeves on it.

Change your life with my three fireworks.

19. A girl in yellow stood at the door cheerfully, her skin was brighter than snow, and her eyes were still like clear water, and she turned several times on everyone's face. This girl is so beautiful, really dizzy like a pearl, beautiful as jade, and there is a clear air between her eyebrows and eyes.

Twenty, there is a kind of forbearance that is actually a kind of strength, and there is a kind of silence that is actually a shocking confession.

Twenty-one, who should be robbed by who became who's obsession.

Twenty-two, mountains, lakes and seas, day and night, set foot on the journey, overcome thousands of difficulties and dangers, take three thousand bright moons, brew a pot of wine, and do not be a prodigal son in the afterlife, but be an infatuated person.

Twenty-three, you said eternal life would wait for you to be gentle, and then reincarnation forgot my dream.

Twenty-four, the voice is extremely sweet and clear, which makes people feel unspeakable. This girl is about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a gentle face and a delicate figure.

Twenty-five, I would like to spend ten years, in exchange for your unforgettable life. I am willing to use three lives to drift from place to place, in exchange for you not to be homeless again. I'm willing to exchange the seventh reincarnation for your wealth. I would like to exchange the picturesque countryside for your smile. I am willing to use my life as a dowry so that you can rule the world.

Twenty-six, Shuo Ren Ao, called the countryside. Among the four beasts, there is arrogance, and Zhu Biao is the bodyguard. Dr Zhai Yichao retired as easy as blowing off dust.

Twenty-seven, green bamboo stool, a few cups of old wine, just waiting for the old friend to return.

Twenty-eight, the cloud is a vortex, the jade is a shuttle, the shirt is thin, and the snail is light.

Twenty-nine, Jin nian, you are the light I can't catch | You are the shadow I can't swing when I am always young.

Thirty years old, long eyelashes trembled slightly, bringing out a warm smile in the ice-blue pupil eyes, flashing bright light.

Thirty-one, the hut is the home, and the bright moon enters the fence. Qingquan makes tea and gossips about Sang Ma. Reed flowers are picked by the stream, and Liu Xia enjoys spring buds.

Thirty-two, a bustling place, find an uninhabited valley, build a wooden house, lay a bluestone path, and feel at ease with you in the morning.

Thirty-three, don't look back, why not forget. Since there is no chance, there is no need to call names. Today, everything is like water. Tomorrow night, you will be a stranger.

Thirty-four, if the eyes of the stars are shining, how many unknown pains and vicissitudes are hidden, but they are still as clear as autumn water.

Thirty-five, my fair lady is tall and stops in the suburbs; Four stallions are more vigorous, with red silk floating on both sides of the bridle.

Thirty-six, crown bead, red robe, from now on, marry you, this life.