Meet the most beautiful classical Chinese literature

1. The story of my encounter with the most beautiful ancient poems

The dawn moon is near the window, and the light moonlight is as pure as water. It quietly passes through the window and gently flows on the balcony and books. , in my heart, everything is like in a picture! I can't sleep, so I just put on my clothes and lean on the railing, count the stars in the sky, and my eyes pass by you inadvertently - my "Red Mansions". So, you and I had a beautiful encounter on this poetic night.

As if coming from the distant ancient centuries, Daiyu, your sleeves are gently brushing, leaving behind a fragrance all over the ground. Maybe it's the fairy water from the past life that soaked in the aura of heaven and earth, making you as beautiful as an unreal dream. Even in the Grand View Garden, where "wind, frost, and swords force each other to confront each other," the little sentiment of "the nature comes and goes again" is still an unchanging scenery. However, reality can always shatter wishes into pieces. The beautiful wish of returning tears in the previous life has become a beautiful mistake in the decadent feudal society and secular prejudice. If you burn the handkerchief of love, will your deep longing be burned into ashes along with the fire? The answer is probably no. Countless people have looked at you with sad eyes for hundreds of years, but although you left with regrets, in this life, you no longer owe Baoyu. Suddenly, you approached me, and the air was filled with refreshing spiritual wisdom and desolate beauty. You told me: No matter what environment you are in, never lose your self and authenticity.

I turned the page and saw you, Baochai. Everyone knows you are ruthless, but who knows that being ruthless will always make you annoyed by ruthlessness. You have your helplessness. "Never give up, stay young forever" has become a life destiny. If you were really given a choice, would you be willing to choose a life whose trajectory has been designed from birth? The answer is probably no. It's sad, it's sad, I just sigh at the darkness of the times. But you did not give in after all. After Baoyu became a monk, you resolutely carried the swaying Jia family with a pair of weak shoulders, even if you lived in the eyes of others who were puzzled and misunderstood. You approached me in the haze, and your calm words were firm. You said: Live wonderfully, even if no one understands you, you must live your own life.

The moon rocks the boat, covering everything with a thin veil. It seems that encountering "Red Mansions" in the vast sea of ??books is both accidental and inevitable. In short, this is the most beautiful encounter in the world. It clearly tells me that youth belongs to me and growing up poetically belongs to me.

Comments This article uses the language of timeless flow to create a poetic artistic conception for us. At the beginning, it exaggerates the tranquility of the night through environmental description. On such a beautiful night, I had a beautiful encounter with a classic character and felt enlightened. The young author has unique insights into reading characters, and uses concise and beautiful language to connect and comprehend life. This is not unrelated to the young author's profound literary accumulation.

The article is cleverly conceived, echoing from beginning to end, closely following the title, compact in structure, delicate in emotion, and bold in imagination. It is a relatively good essay in the examination room. The teacher cannot help but be delighted by his sensitivity and love for words and marvel at his talent! 2. Beautiful ancient prose

1. Use my three lives of fireworks to exchange your confusion for the rest of your life.

2. Let him be pure and turbid in everything, and he will be reincarnated for your smile.

3. I send you a song, no matter where you are at the end of the song.

4. There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches, but you are happy in your heart, but you don’t know it.

5. That’s it, the mountains and rivers will never meet again.

6. Once the spring goes, the beauty will grow old, and the flowers will fall and people will die.

7. The still water flows deep, and the Sheng plays songs; the clouds and sunshine in the three lives are full of joys and sorrows.

8. Like a beautiful family, the years pass by like a fleeting time. You can’t go back to the past, but you can’t go back to the beginning.

9. Dark clouds cover the moon, and there are no traces of people. It is indescribable to be so lonely.

10. As time goes by, love never ends. The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it.

11. It seems that these stars are not the same as last night. Who is the wind and dew standing at midnight for?

12. Butterflies are beautiful, but after all, butterflies cannot fly across the sea.

13. Fenghua is like quicksand, and old age is like a period of time.

14. Mountains and rivers are handed over, and I smile for you.

15. The fog cleared and I woke up from the dream. I finally saw the reality, which was the silence after thousands of sails had passed.

16. At the two ends of life, we stand on the shore of each other.

17. The vast land can be destroyed with one sword, where will the bustling music and songs fall. Leaning against the clouds, thousands of pots hide my loneliness, even if others laugh at me in vain.

18. If you don’t look back, why not forget. Since there is no fate, why make an oath? Today, all kinds of things are like water without trace. Tomorrow and evening, you are no longer a stranger.

19. The heart is slightly moved, but the love is far away. Things are not the same, people are not the same, everything is different, and the past cannot be pursued.

20. Maybe it’s the marriage in the previous life, maybe it’s the fate in the next life. The mistake of meeting each other in this life only adds to a fruitless grudge.

21. Whoever accepts someone’s calamity becomes someone’s obsession.

22. Turn around, a wisp of cold fragrance is far away, the passing snow is deep, and the smile is shallow. Will you save me in the next life?

23. One flower, one world, one leaf, one pursuit. A song and a sigh, a lifetime for one person.

24. The fate of the world is always like water, and tears are rarely needed. How can we spend a lifetime of love? Don't be sentimental, for love will hurt yourself.

25. Year after year, one day after another, one autumn after another, one generation gathers and one parting, one happy and one sad, one couch and one bed, one lifetime and one dream. I'm looking for a group of acquaintances here. They get to know each other, play and sing for a while. 3. Beautiful words to describe encounters

1. Encounter

Pronunciation: xiè hòu

Explanation: It refers to meeting people or things unexpectedly or by chance Encounter, but will have a wonderful experience.

Example: On the street, I unexpectedly ran into an old classmate whom I had not seen for more than ten years. What a coincidence!

2. Meeting by chance

Pronunciation: bú qī ér yù

Explanation: Meeting without agreement. Refers to an unexpected encounter.

Example: I unexpectedly ran into you in a crowded shopping mall. What a surprise!

3. We meet each other late

Pronunciation: xiàng jiàn hèn wǎn

Explanation: It describes that we feel like old friends at first sight and have extremely similar spirits.

Example: Although they have just met, they get along like fish in water. They really regret meeting each other so late.

4. Feel like old friends at first sight

Pronunciation: yī jiàn rú gù

Explanation: We get along like old friends when we meet for the first time.

Example: Some people make you feel like old friends at first sight, while some people just don’t talk to you at all.

5. Adventure

Pronunciation: qí yù

Explanation: An unexpected and strange encounter or encounter.

Example: I am about to experience one of the most thrilling adventures of my life. 4. Please tell me a beautiful piece of ancient prose

The so-called upright and upright man in green clothes used to be the most talented, but now there are several chanters who have been proud... The flowers on the road are like flowers, and the flowing water is now in the heart of candles. .

I started to miss the colorless life again. Like flowers blooming on the street, one rises and the other falls.

Just passed away. Gone long ago.

The only thing I have is a lot of emotion. have no choice.

The flowing water is melodious, and the heart of the candle is melancholy. Sigh that white clothes are better than snow, and the grass is luxuriant.

The only one who has won the top three beams, but the green shirt is in a bad position. Also, if white clothes are better than snow, who is spring?

A hundred flowers bloom in spring, for whom do butterflies dance?

The so-called literati have been indifferent to each other since ancient times, so why lament that it is difficult to find a close friend. The heart-to-heart meeting, the origin of this life, and the attachment are like falling flowers like flowing water. When I look back, the years are still quiet and peaceful. It is like one flower to another flower. The smile of a gentle rain sweeps away the dust in my heart, and a wisp of breeze blows away the red flowers on the road. In this way, my heart has no shore here, and people have no limit in the world. This time I leave you, it is the wind, it is the rain, it is At night; you smiled, I waved my hand, and a lonely road spread to both ends. Who broke the string in the end, and the flowers fell on the shoulders, in a trance, how many beautiful faces were haggard, how much lovesickness was broken, and only the blood was stained with the fragrance of ink and we cried. mound.

The autumn wind passes through the dust, and among the clouds and water, there is silence and silence, staying in the world of mortals, waiting for an agreement. The vast earth can be broken with a sword, and where can the bustling music and songs fall. Reclining in the clouds, thousands of pots hide my loneliness, even if others laugh at me in vain. Drinking from the moon thousands of feet, I become lovesick in the silent night, and it is difficult to express a single strand of love.

The fragments of the past become the sadness of a lifetime of careful reading. The events are unforgettable, and the long-lasting thoughts are torn into threads.

I hate that I can't sleep at night, and my thoughts are sprinkled all over the ground. The thin and cold moon is thin, and the details pop up in my eyes, forming a strand of love. Tonight; step on the moonlight and let the past fly, falling on every string of the piano, touching the sound like a complaint.

The soft thoughts in my arms permeate the night, turning into low calls, lingering and lingering into a thin and sad body, hiding in the corner of the night, falling into the light sorrow in my arms, and shedding tears alone. The stars are broken, the remaining dreams are broken, and the plain clothes are cold. The face in the mirror looks thin under the moonlight, looking forward through the curtain makes me full of sadness.

I always want to escape those memories of you, return to the ultimate peace, and let my heart be calm and calm. However, the moment I turned around, you forgot the tenderness of thousands of years and planted the deep-rooted wounds for me in this life; even the drunkenness of a thousand cups could not wipe out all the sorrows in this life.

Inside and outside the volume, every word is engraved with heart, but there is only one song that has an unchanging bottom line. The autumn water lasts for a long time, and the setting sun looks like blood.

Looking back, I can’t help but laugh at the sadness and joy, the dreams in whispers, the tender pity on the pillow, they are picturesque and like dreams. Your grace and elegance passed through my eyes, turning into a curtain of dreams, falling on the soft moonlit night, gently arousing countless concerns; all kinds of tender affection in the past still graced the center of my eyebrows, lingering gracefully. Qinqin is slightly fragrant; gentleness becomes a poem full of notes, released to the fullest in the night, but there are shallow tears on the face. Pick up the fine fragrance, sprinkle a string of mist and rain, the world of flowers and flowers, the fragrance of drunken dreams, In the world of flowers and dust, my infatuation will never change.

Time is the carving knife of memory. It carves chapters of years. The painful but beautiful carvings often reflect the blurred years. The ripples of memories are like a gorgeous event. The illusion... The flowers bloomed on the street. The flowers bloom with fragrance, and the flowers fall into mourning.

Looking back, the fleeting years sing the sadness all over the place.

The passing years brighten the sadness and fade into the silhouette of fallen flowers. On every windy day, watching the wind sway the passing years, letting my thoughts fly by, they gradually become dull in the light fragrance of a cup of tea.

Those pains that have accumulated over the years can be safely and gently splashed on the fleeting scroll. In the apricot blossoms and misty rain in Jiangnan, you say I am the wind and I am the lotus.

Why doesn’t the wind stay for me? That dancing and flying story is like a lotus flower opened in the wrong era and season, only in the eyes of a cup of tea, counting the time. Looking back, love was once a matter of flowers before and after the moon. The flowers drifted away, and there was a faint fragrance in the empty space. Who would be hurt by the light? Looking back, love was once a sea of ??promise in this life, but the mulberry field has changed, and the old vows are blown by the wind, swallowed in tears.

A long sky, a bay of beautiful water, and a light boat are like a distant ancient painting. The sky and water are the same color, and the poetic and painterly meaning can be expressed without words. It is also a poem and a painting.

Regardless of whether she goes or not, her beauty is already born in her heart.

A song about burying flowers, singing about the broad agreement between life and death; two lines of tears of lovesickness, sighing that the relationship with my son has not come true. The flowers in Yunshui Zen Heart bloom like a dream, and the fleeting time blooms elegant flowers on the tree of time. The years leave unforgettable marks in the heart of time, and they meet quietly and collect them.

Regarding memory, it may be deep or shallow; regarding longing, it may be strong or light.

Gather a drop of rain and dew and listen to the smile of the flower; play the music of a piano and let the clouds roll and relax.

When you meet, don’t ask whether it is a calamity or fate. The butterflies are drunk by the flowers, but the flowers fly with the wind. The flowers dance and the flowers shed tears. The flowers cry and the petals fly. Who is thanking the flowers when they bloom? Who is sad when the flowers wither.

The beautiful city looks back and smiles, the flowers are broken but the people are delicate, the flowers are colorful but the Taoist priests are different. He once said that he would allow me to live forever, but the only memory left is you looking back in shock. It turns out that everything is false. Cherish the melancholy and accompany the flying geese in formation. One memory opens up a poem in shame, one thought fades away and a poem rhymes.

One word is fragrant and one is graceful, one frown is dancing in the pool. A thousand different worlds appear in one night, and a hundred feelings are intertwined in one day.

A touch of beauty, a charming look, a smile and a look back with infatuation. The world of mortals is rolling in a hurry, so I make another wish by the Sansheng Stone: I wish to become a five-hundred-year-old stone bridge that can withstand five hundred years of wind, five hundred years of sunshine, and five hundred years of rain.

Just waiting for you to step over me with light steps on a certain day, year, month, and time. In this life, I am you, and I have forgotten the beauty of thousands of years.

You are me, staring at you for thousands of years. Even though thousands of sails have passed, it is all because of you that my love and thoughts are still there, and my attachment is still the same as before.

You are my longing that has been stationed above the autumn water for thousands of years. The flowers fall into mud, and the loneliness flows, a kind of thinking, a desolation.

On the first day of the third lunar month, cool dew stains my clothes, and a light chill hits my heart. When the thin moon sets in the west and the full moon reaches the west tower, where are you? Who and ***? Who makes an excuse, and inadvertently stares, leaving lingering tenderness in time, how can it be the control of fate when it passes quietly? Who listens to the wind and thinks it is a farewell song, which stings the fleeting time in the palm lines, and the lost beauty is not only It's a miss.

In the world of mortals on the road, who is the person who crosses me to the other side? With the promise of the past life, I linger at the ferry on this side, quietly waiting for my lover's return date. Helpless, Qianfan has passed by, but none of them are the ones I want to wait for.

In this world of mortals, the flowers will eventually become lonely. Like the smoke of the past, I don’t know who has left whose lovesickness, like the memories of a dream, I don’t know who has left whose waiting.

Saying goodbye to you, no matter how much it hurts? A few flowers bloomed, a sigh was released, and a little sadness filled the air. A chance encounter is also an inevitable separation.

Maybe no one can choose, and whoever chooses is the fault. years.