Old saying of falling flowers

Answer; The archaic sentence of fallen petal is as follows:

1. This life is true and false, but it is just a flower in the water. I can't see clearly, it has fallen into the sand. This life is just a cup of tea in a glass of wine, and it is already a wandering world.

2. The world of mortals is 3,000, Yingying Yanyan is not as clever as you laugh, and your eyes are flowing. From then on, I stayed up all night, dreaming for you. The senior officials in the temple are well-dressed and powerful, but they can't get green mountains and green hills, fence courtyard and live happily with you from now on.

3. Mulberry, with its sleeves full of fragrance, lost its worldly feelings between its fingers, danced for a lifetime of prosperity, played a romantic and sad song, waved a bright moon, carried a wisp of breeze, crossed the lonely fingers of thousands of years of dust, and slipped through the sadness of the soul. How much affection did not fly, how much laughter and tears flew, and suddenly looked back, like a dream, but the tenderness and poetry of life were wandering.

Looking back for the last time on Naihe Bridge, I turned the last trace of nostalgia for the world of mortals into two lines of clear tears on my pale cheeks. Tears entered Meng Po Tang and stayed in Sansheng Stone and past lives. Many samsaras came to my eyes, frozen for thousands of years, lonely for thousands of years, and everything was silent at that moment. How can we leave in previous lives, meet in this life, and meet again in the afterlife? If you live your dream, you will get a hundredfold.

If I can, I can accompany you for a thousand years. I just want to care about you and smile. If you like, I am willing to accompany you forever, I just want to accompany you forever. Your face is like a lotus in my heart. The sunset sprinkles ink and whispers softly, and several fireworks fly all over the sky in an instant. Are you still sitting in a long pavilion, with sandy jade fingers, wrapped in the warmth of the breeze, drawing the horizon and starting from the Mekong River?

6. On that day, you were the end of the world and I was the cape, looking at each other in pairs, unable to rely on each other's despair; At that time, you were the bright moon and I was the clear spring, inseparable and entangled; In that life, you were by Qingshui River and I was by Naihe Bridge. Your affectionate call, my affectionate. After all, we are not fairy tales. With you, we are just cartoons that I missed my whole life.

7. If a beauty has a dream, a gentleman can solve it; If a gentleman has words, then a beauty can listen; When all the prosperity is exhausted, it will turn into misty rain, wither with flowers, bend with the moon, the frost is heavy, and I am lonely as smoke. You sit alone like a lotus, and the evening breeze quietly passes through the window lattice, leaving a clear ice pain and a touch of worry. When can you read those affectionate eyes?

8. After several worries, draw a bunch of flowers with a flat eyebrow, and if the wind borrows drunkenness, turn over a few pages. Who wrote a dream book in the west wing? Don't be jealous, but also write a jade rabbit while taking advantage of the scenery

9. The breeze dances the bright moon, and the dream falls between flowers. When I wake up, it seems like a lifetime ago, and my brow is full of acacia. Lonely in the world, drunk and dreamy, insatiable. Worried thoughts have no boundaries. A person in front of the window, letting the wind blow, watching the flowers fall, under the yellow flower tree, are you stroking the jade emperor again and playing the strings drunk? Looking at the Millennium, prosperity has passed, but my infatuation has not changed. It's a pity that after wandering for several times, it's still sweet talk among the flowers in my dream.

If you are my lotus, let me keep a long-term affection for you in my life.

1 1. If life is just like the first time, why draw a fan in the autumn wind? It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change. Lishan language is clear at midnight, and the rain bell doesn't complain at night. More importantly, if you are lucky enough, you will be more willing than before. Love doesn't have to die, the fragrance is just right, and ruthlessness doesn't necessarily mean rejection. I just want you to remember: Love at first sight smiles at each other.

12. To be together, it is hard to look at each other, and everyone is heartbroken; Love is fleeting, but hate is long and the lights are dim. Traveling in Qian Shan, wading through thousands of waters, missing tears on the road; Spring flowers bloom, autumn leaves fall, and fragrance remains after prosperity; Looking at the sky, sighing the bright moon, lonely and melancholy; The wine is strong, the heart is drunk, and the shirt is lightly sleeved; Thinking of autumn water, thinking of Iraqis, close at hand, close to Yuanyang; The love of past lives, the debt of this life, the dream of reincarnation of the world of mortals.

13. The so-called Iraqi people, water side, hard to rely on, tears flow thousands of times! Leaning against the window, the bright moon is in the sky, looking around, a person is sad! Love is hard to cut, lovesickness is hard to break, I think about it day and night, and I look forward to it every night! Magpie in the branches, with sadness, hopeless heart, tears spilled on the skirt! Time flies, how can it be wasted? Beauty is easy to get old, but how to flow? If you are interdependent, don't leave!

14. A love in the world of mortals, a thousand years of love, a few strands of acacia across the bank, how many old dreams are hidden? On the water side, I would like to take a boat with lotus fragrance, cross Qin Mingyue and tang style Song Yun, and find you on the vast Xizi Lake! I just want to ring for you every night when I miss you, gently; I just want to smile for you and erase the dust in your life!

65438+ Tonight, I stay away from the blue boat and the grass; I don't want to dance on the willow tree, and I don't remember flying flowers. The clouds are broken and the shadows are oblique; The geese passed by and settled quietly. At this point, I just want to be with you, * * * ChanJuan.

16. Life is a kind of fate. From the beginning to the end, from scratch, from scratch, destined to disappear, but after all the noise, I have smiled naively, so I have no regrets. Time flies, youth is gone, how much melancholy, how much melancholy, because of continuous cutting, it is still broken. This situation is like a dream, moving around, just to pursue this fate.

17. butterfly water-sleeve dance breeze, Wen Yusheng smoke piano geometry; In the dream, the dream of selling incense to Iraqis is still the same, and abortion is still the same; Yuanyang drunk beside Qinhuai River, osmanthus flying in the palace.

18. You are a bead before the Buddha. When the dust settles, the memory of love will be as bleak as the wind and frost. I am willing to fall in love with you in my last life, perhaps just to exchange my meeting with you in this life. I can't dream because of your lotus nut, I just want to get the flowers in this life and the thousands of years of waiting for you and me in my last life!

19. Look, who is sitting under the bodhi tree, counting the flowers falling on the curtains after the season. Soft whispers, rustling sighs, mumbling acacia, charming the enchanting youth of rouge. Listen, who is playing the sad chord in the world of mortals? Who is it, indulging in the misty rain and the world of mortals, writing all the human customs, a Tang poem, a Song poem, and a flute lingering fragrance, which made me nostalgic in previous lives.

20. I miss this life, the wind and smoke are fleeting, I hold the world of mortals, and I will always be in love. Two people depend on each other, like flowers, you are my only warmth, undeniable, and the bustling lips are lingering. That day, the sky was gloomy, just like my mood. Step on the broken sadness, close your eyes and can't remember your complete smile. At this time, it began to snow in my world.

2 1. With a flick of a finger, songs are flying and thoughts are myriad; Striking the strings, like a slender wind, who do you miss? The feelings around the fingers and the attachment of life have interpreted the homesickness year after year in the sound of pipa and piano; Love is deep, loneliness is hard to hide, and whispers in my ears are like sighs when flowers fall; Love is endless, and everyone will feel pity when they are lonely all their lives, spreading silently in the hazy air; The flood of running water, with all the breeze, dyed the writing paper white.

22. To be together, it is difficult to look at each other, and everyone is heartbroken; Love is fleeting, but hate is long and the lights are dim. Traveling in Qian Shan, wading through thousands of waters, missing tears on the road; Spring flowers bloom, autumn leaves fall, and fragrance remains after prosperity; The wine is strong, the heart is drunk, and the shirt is lightly sleeved; Thinking of autumn water, thinking of Iraqis, close at hand, close to Yuanyang; The love of past lives, the debt of this life, the dream of reincarnation of the world of mortals.

23. Everything knows itself, everything is known, and the moon has ups and downs, ups and downs and peace.

24. Sadness, whose piano music softened into a Qian Qian knot? The moon falls and the crow falls. Whose wind and frost have been sung for thousands of years? When a smile provokes infatuation, it is doomed to go through a thousand years in the world of mortals. Tonight, I got drunk in my past life for no reason. Deep in the lotus root, Liuan, misty rain terrace is still a Wang Yang.

25. One mountain can't be separated from lovesickness, and the horizon can't be separated from silence. I miss you with my life, drink that bowl of Mengpo soup alone, bury myself in the bones of the mountain, listen to the trickle, and the breeze is dancing with the fallen flowers! Listening to the wind, I can't finish reading the thoughts of my life, and running water can't finish reading the love of my world.

26. In the dream, whose Yu Di is lingering and whose song is melodious and euphemistic? The sound of the wind is like the sound of nature on the earth. The echo drops from the running water, crosses the mountains and falls in the wind hundreds of times. The slightest tenderness is like a flower falling all over the sky. The petals float across the beauty and fall on the pillow, melting into thousands in the dream. When you listen to forget yourself, three points of water and seven points of spring scenery, and the wine is very sweet.

27. People can never see the lens, but I mean a cloud of smoke, a thousand years in the world, like a moment.

28. YeHua, I let you go, and you let me go. We're even now.

29. Who wants to live alone? Who wants to live alone? If I couldn't control myself in the depths, how could my heart be as cold as ice?