Tell me about the beautiful ancient style. If you like ancient style, your favorite

1. Watch the time quietly and wait for the passage of time.

2. The past is thick and light, the color is as clear as day, and has become light. After years of sorrow and joy, it is as clear as a mirror, and has become quiet.

3. The broken flowers are like a dream, falling all over the sky, dancing and heartbreaking, along the most beautiful scenery on the horizon.

4. The autumn wind passes through the dust, between the clouds and the water, silent and silent, staying in the world of mortals, waiting for an agreement.

5. Who was surprised by the Hua Cong’s glance back? As elegant as water, when we met under the moon, who did we join hands with? That lifelong promise.

6. The night is long, the green lotus moon is full of red makeup, the peach blossom face, under the bodhisattva, the white pistils become flowing light.

7. In the dream, all the flowers have fallen, but the feeling is still lingering. The meaning is unforgettable. Although the string is broken, the music is still singing.

8. With tears in my eyes, I asked the flowers without saying a word, and the red flowers flew across the swing.

9. The flowers are smiling in the deep spring, the leaves are sad in the autumn, the moon is a curtain at night, and the spring breeze is full of love.

10. When spring comes and winter comes, I am left alone and sad. How many reincarnations of the sun, moon and stars do I miss? Who misses the charming shadows among the flowers? Who will accompany you in the world of mortals?

11. A river of clouds and water, a flower on the other side, the fleeting years are scattered on the fingertips, a shadow of broken thoughts, a wind and flower, lightly chanted and sung into a song.

12. In the morning and evening, the clouds and rain are determined. The flowers and sun shine through the window and the plum blossoms are small. The snow wind sprinkles the rain and the willows are sparse. People sing in the evening and in the early morning.

13. That year, by the Tingyu Bridge, there was a drop of rain, a season, a tear, a lake of heart, a flower, a world, a person, and a city.

14. If you are in full bloom, the breeze will come, if your heart is ups and downs, you will smile and feel at ease.

15. In the desolate scene, there is your most beautiful shadow. Your grace points to the quicksand, and you grow old for a period of time.

16. The heart-to-heart encounter is the origin of this life, and the attachment is like falling flowers like running water. When you look back, the years are still peaceful, and the peace is like the smile of one flower to another.

17. I wanted to get up and leave, but my shadow fell into the world.

18. A gentle rain sweeps away the dust in the heart, and a ray of breeze blows away the red flowers on the road. In this way, the heart has no shore here, and the person has no limit in the world.

19. A season of flowers blooming and fragrance on the streets, a season of sadness and sorrow on the pillow.

20. When autumn passes and spring comes, who will pity the wind and lotuses in Quyuan? The youth is white, but it is just a fleeting life.

21. Bamboo dock is dust-free and the water is full of love. The lovesickness is far away from the city. The autumn clouds linger and the frost flies late, leaving the withered lotuses to listen to the sound of rain.

22. Who has passed through whose youth, leaving behind smiles; who has stayed in whose flower season, warming my thoughts; who has disappeared from whose rainy season, flooding with tears.

23. The moon, with its gentle footsteps, dances with the fragrance of the night.

24. The delicate fingers light up the cloud dream of Huaxiao.

25. The world is drunk, and the love of this life is lost in dreams. The world is crazy, and the infatuated heart will not regret the love of three lifetimes.

26. The moon is with the stars, the stars are next to the moon, the stars are shining, the moon is obsessed with it, the flowers are drunk and the butterflies are in love with the flowers, the butterflies are dancing gracefully, and the flowers are beautiful.

27. The flowers withered and the dream was bleak, the beauty of the world is gone forever.

28. The wind swept over the treetops, and the petals fell to the ground, becoming the remnants of the season.

29. Life is like tea. The first one is as bitter as life; the second one is as sweet as love; the third one is as light as the breeze.

30. People whose eyes have content have already tasted hundreds of poisons and traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers.