On the ancient aesthetics suitable for making friends.

On the ancient aesthetics suitable for making friends.

With the rapid development of mobile Internet and social networks, more and more people like to express their opinions to share their daily life and their feelings. Then the problem is coming. What is the meaning of low-key luxury? The following is an ancient style suitable for sending friends. I hope it will help you.

The ancient style suitable for friends circle is good-looking. Do you know that 1 is all flowers, incense and flowers? Dark fragrance and empty sleeves. Love is as old as ever, people are as old as ever, lovers are as thin as old people, and tired birds return.

Xiongguan road is as iron as iron, and now it is still one step away from the beginning.

From then on, there is no good night, let him go down to the west wing in the bright moon.

It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing, and a hundred flowers are blooming. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.

I entrust my sad thoughts to the moon, hoping to accompany you to the west of Yelang.

Father Xiaoxiang tells the truth and the piano rustles.

I have been waiting for my old friend for many years. Warm wine has made camellia red, and autumn frost has gradually passed, which has been many years.

Willow leaves and peach blossoms are settled, not as romantic as moonlight, and people are crossing the sea. I have missed them all my life. This is a mistake. Looking back at the lamp, you can't miss people. The brush opposite is very shallow. I love, hate impermanence, people are unintentional, I can't miss it. People are sad and haggard, and a drop of fate is deep. I know right and wrong, wrong people, slow, can't wait, and mistake a person for youth.

The moon is full tonight, and I don't know who to worry about.

Don't turn thorns into orchids, outsiders will look on coldly. You can only know that Buddhism is vast and long when the door is fragrant and dirty.

Prosperity is gone, flowers are buried, in the light of love, let me dance one last dance for you. My heart is exhausted, my clothes are dripping with tears, and my heart is full of sorrow. I will dance beautifully all my life and break my attachment to the afterlife. Maybe it's fate. There are fates in the world. May be inadvertently overdrawn that strength. I deeply fell in love with the water under the bridge, lost in the past and fragmented. At that time, the light fiddled with the strings of memory, and people left, shaking the wind chimes of acacia, but love had fallen gracefully in the wind.

A person leaned against the bar, deserted. My heart is still there, tears are on my sleeve, and I ask Iraq if it knows.

Looking back, we can see that things are different now. If you dream of death before waking up, when will the years rest like a song?

Staring at apricot flowers with tears, your heart goes far away.

I am the king of your world. At that time, I will break my oath and occupy the city in your heart.

Helpless heart, desolate, romantic, peach blossom in the world, too busy to spend, the east wind, scattered in the world, knowing one's life, one tearful person, a drop in the ocean, a negative country, what the world knows, what the world is divided into, a passionate, helpless sea of people, knowing right and wrong, cold tears, love and hate, right and wrong, how can we understand the world, live up to time, be indifferent to life, love and hate?

I will miss it all my life, and it will come like a flying flower.

I still like you very much. It's cold by the lake, hold an umbrella independently, waddle the willow embankment, wait for a person, etc.

The mountain has spirit, the water has spirit, and the pipa has fallen to Wushan, Shanxi. People have feelings, people have feelings, and the waning moon has driven away the Jianghu machines. First, I feel cold, and second, I still need to be alone. In the water, the moon is three points, and the peach blossom pavilion is ten miles. Naturally, it is better to see people. It's not sweetheart.

At night, the voice outside the window, the candle shadow shines on the dream soul, until I know I am alone.

The fate of gathering and parting is like water, just for a word, waiting for the next encounter.

The green wind in the pond is slightly warm. I remember Yu Zhen's first meeting. The rhyme of the song is loud and the waist is red. Under the jade hook, there is a fragrant platform. I don't know if I will stay up late when I get drunk. At that time, * * * I enjoyed flowers, and now I don't have half of tally.

In this life, I only hope that we will be healthy and accompany us to old age.

Xiao looks at the evening sky and clouds, thinking of you when he walks and sits.

Passers-by in life are in a hurry. Some people may meet again on the bridge many years later and pass by without saying a word. Some people, swept into the depths of the dust, will never be seen again in this life.

I thank you for your love and pin the pearl on my red shirt.

When you meet, you will win, but there are countless people in the world.

The river is lonely, the banks are dark green, and you are everywhere. Worrying about the charm of Qingyuan is a distant sadness, such as Wei Yun's lonely moon, which can only be seen from a distance.

I have been wandering and ferrying all my life, but I am lonely on the shore.

In Shihao Village, the husband and wife say goodbye and shed more tears than in the Palace of Eternal Life.

Pick a wisp of flowers and brew a wisp of fragrance. I picked up your hair and tied it in a bun. You look beautiful. If you look beautiful in the photo, you must be mistaken in the photo. How else can it be unique?

Swear to remove dust, break clouds and fog and innovate.

Antique aesthetics suitable for being a circle of friends: two people are cold, dreamy, tearful, three-point true, sentimental, slow, slow, wrong about this life, gentle, old with a few people, dreamy, wrong in the afterlife, difficult in love, watching the sea, out of the water, indifferent in the world, love-hate dilemma, lonely and desolate.

The purple account is a finger and a cry, which is hard to forget. Sword burial is a wound, and the mind is innocent.

Even if the lovesickness is unforgettable, even if it is beyond redemption. I only hope that your eyebrows and eyes will remain the same and your youth will remain the same.

What you can't let go of is the past, but what you can't keep is the people's hearts.

The slightest bit is paid, and Samsung is in the sky. What occasion? See this lover. Zi Xi, such a good person.

Tears in the sea, Wushan clouds and the world of mortals suddenly look back, and a face like a flower, like the tenderness of the sea, will shine endless light and shadow. 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.

A few days ago, I sent a letter saying that I had arrived around.

Who do you think a heart-wrenching love will enjoy? Later, the smoke cage was dark, and the water in the middle of the lake was unparalleled.

Thinking of a sea of people and a sea of peach blossoms, the world is strewn at random, dreams are three points, three points are true and false, one cup is strewn at random, one cup is full of feelings, which is cold for my life, ten miles is strewn at random, gentle and worthwhile, boundless love for parting, and if flowers are set, it is just unforgettable, gentle and popular, and flowers bloom with a cup of feelings, ten miles of peach blossoms and so on. It is wrong to love a cup of love endlessly and shed tears in this life.

Two people in a generation fight for two ecstasy all their lives. Acacia does not face each other, who is spring?

No matter how gorgeous the meeting is, no matter how earth-shattering the legend is, there is still no ending.

I have no regrets in my life, but people know the wrong questions. When a few people watch it, dreams are impermanent, the world is wrong, tears are floating, fate is three points, tears are three points, and mistakes are easy to make. Look at the fate of this life. From then on, we will leave each other, a cup of infinity, a cup of acacia, and endless love. Since then, we have been chic.

Leave this season, there is no sadness. Only endless thoughts are spreading wildly.

A gentleman is virtuous, close to his relatives, and a villain is happy and profitable, so that he will not forget the world.

A cup of affection, farewell flowers, the past is intermittent, things are unpredictable, how many flowers are true, how many past events are wrong, the tears of the north wind, the surname of Shili, ignorance of grievances, the wrong topic of ritual geometry, miles away, three-point affection, indefinite fate, uncertain fate, and some truth in the afterlife, the wrong topic in this life, the tears of snuff, and Shili Guzheng.

Half-life is swaying, half-life is empty, and the cold wind is rolling down.

Who wrote it but recorded his feelings in a book, only remembering the past years.

The bleak moonlight is a combination of the mottled walls of Jinling City and the moonlit night. Looking back at the sadness of leaving people, I can't take it away, but I have interpreted a soft and lost flower rain.

You say that ten years have passed, but you feel lonely and think about everything.

As written in a China poem, we are not afraid of dark clouds covering our sight, because we are already on the top of the mountain.

A hundred schools of thought contend and compete in full bloom, just a thin suburban island, why cheat; In the old society, Wang Sun spent the night in Teng and sat in the golden hall. All the good officials in the world left happily!

When you and your partner play games on the steps, we will meet first, and when you and your female friend are upstairs, we will meet again.

If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace.

The distant mountains and fresh water are light, the photos are lonely and charming, and people are drunk. The sky is blue, the rain is soft, and a little bit is always fragile, which makes people cry.

People are inherently mortal, either heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather.

You don't mean to cross the current, but you recruit mountain torrents alone.

Don't go near worldly affairs, don't go near worldly affairs, it will inevitably rise and fall. When my thoughts settle down, I will wake up like a dream.

Excuse me, where is the restaurant? Hanshan Temple outside Gusu.

Write well and live up to your life and your heart.

On ancient aesthetics suitable for making friends iii. When I miss this world, the sea is heartless and my memory is pale. Who cut the dream, looking at the sea and falling flowers, and then the elegance is delayed. One person's heart, eternal fame, love and hate, beauty is delayed. Knowing how to look at the world, I miss two things, tears are wrong in this life, and love and hate are in a dilemma.

The wine is still warm. I warmed it a hundred times and cooked it a thousand times, but I still turned my bones into wine, and I didn't see you come back.

All kinds of ills stem from laziness, laziness leads to relaxation, and relaxation leads to lax treatment, insensitive interest and procrastination.

Once rushed to the crown, blood spattered; Be careful not to contradict yourself and pat your head. Blood and sea, ants of all beings; When this knife comes out, ghosts and gods cry together!

Drunk with tears, the sky is so bright, as if it were a rush. Who is missing from the world of mortals? Those smiling eyes are really a nightmare. Just for an instant, turned around and exploded.

If it's fate, there's no need to be deeply grieved. If there is no chance, there is no need to miss it through the ages. Fate is deep and shallow, but it is rare, and it will be separated after all.

You have your fine clothes, I have my gone with the wind, you love your' fallen beauty', and I love my gentleman's smile.

The world of mortals is drunk, wishing for a heart. Fireworks couple, never leave each other. Weak water 3 thousand, I only take a gourd ladle to drink. Beauty will die, and I will never leave you. Help each other, hold your hand and grow old with your son. Blue misty rain, lonely shadow waiting for you to return.

Even though we are separated from Qian Shan by thousands of waters and the ends of the earth, we share the same moon and stars. I'm happy to think about it, too.

I finally found a tree to hold up the sky, but unfortunately I didn't mean it. Zhao's princess is not a woman, and goose blood is rare all over the sky. I don't want to be shy in the distance. I have suffered a lot and changed friends, but I only have you in my heart.

Heart and death depend on each other, and the words of bosom friends are true. People stand by you, hungry and without food, so an old friend wants to live forever, come and go until death.

Fireworks blurred, drunken tears, lingering wind in Xiao Yue, a touch of red makeup, a little affection. I look at my dream life wrongly, my tears are sharp and my pen is shallow, my writing is unforgettable, I ask a dream wrongly, I come to the world, my life is sad, and I ask who can understand the mistake. All my life, I have been arbitrary and worried about the world of mortals.

The most important thing is that the gentleness of bowing your head, like the shyness of hibiscus out of water, is to cherish, and there is sweet sadness in that treasure.

The waves are endless, Liu Yiyi. Who is it, standing in Tingzhou, full of apple blossoms, looking through autumn water, leaving the song and leaving people, still not returning.

Fog surrounds the mountain and rain beats against 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.

After thousands of years, people come and go, and things are changeable. After all, I bid farewell to the bright moon, ask the world, 3,000 guests, 3,000 tears, dusty dissatisfaction, love and hate degradation, people from Nanqiao, a farewell to the sea, intermittent flowers, smoke in the past, romantic dreams, warmth and warmth in the world, a cup of affection, and luxury in ten miles. From then on, the world is worth it.

The first time I saw it was a glimpse. Conan dreamed it was you. Waiting is a mountain and heavy water, and there is no way to return to doubt. Meeting is bright, waking up is you. The reunion was unexpected. I hope you are all right.

If I had waist-length hair, ten miles of red makeup and a rockhopper, I would only hold your hand and be with you.

A few people watch, know how much, ask the wrong question about the afterlife, the east wind is weak, the brush is shallow, the beauty is three points, and they understand the love for a lifetime. Looking back on three cups of mistakes, people were in previous lives, people were in the world, waiting for infatuation, looking back on one cup of mistakes, tenderness, three points of fate, three points of people, infatuation for life, waiting for my afterlife.

Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge. As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron?

If it is fate, after a hundred knots of snuff, three feet of snow turned white overnight, so far speechless, only ashes, no resurgence.

On that day, I had you in my eyes and put on red makeup for me. I escaped from this world and failed it. Later, when you knew right from wrong, I watched Jianghu. I'll see you again in ten years.

That year was like a dream, for whom flowers bloom in the dream. Recalling the fleeting time, the trance-like moment returned to yesterday. Just like a dream provides a moment of sadness, fireworks burn out years of sadness. Today is like a dream. I wish I could go back to yesterday. A stranger misses the Chinese New Year.

Never look back, why not? Since there is no chance, there is no need to call names. Today, everything is like water. Tomorrow night, you will be a stranger.

Looking at the twilight sky, listening to the sound of flowers blooming and falling, counting the traces left by time. Like moonlight, like water, pouring in from the window, washing the floor, but mottling the memory. "Hold you in the palm of your hand, burn incense devoutly, cut off a candle, light up the economy, and only have sex." Beautiful and sad music echoed in my ears, and suddenly, I fell into the abyss of infinite melancholy.

No sympathy for each other.

Maybe it's the marriage in the last life, maybe it's the fault in the next life. Meeting in this life will only increase fruitless resentment.

No one can see the right or wrong of three points. When a human dream blooms, how many people will be destroyed in the afterlife, how many people will be shocked by the strong wind, how many people will be doomed to wander, how many people will be doomed to fail, and how many people will be grateful for three thousand prosperity, a cup of missing, a cup of grievances, three-point affection, seven-point infatuation, a shallow brush in the afterlife, and three-point destiny takes a hand, a cup of love, and then meet again in the south.

Whoever forgets each other first, dumping the country is the old country. I refuse to play. Shadows are amazing.

Strange city, stranger, stranger, one city with two rings of acacia, Sanqiu disappeared and was buried in the world of mortals.