Beautiful speech

Beautiful words

1. Let us swing the heavy hammer! Each blow hits the most tender parts. When youth passes away, those parts will grow thick cocoons exposed to the sun, and eventually become solid stones, supporting our lives that are no longer young but must be beautiful.

2. When you walk in the rain, you never hold an umbrella; you have your own sky, and it never rains.

3. During those years, no matter which angle I read you from, you were perfect, and the parts you lacked had already been filled in with the brush of my imagination.

4. Life is a way to reflect our hearts. No matter how rugged and long the road is, we must learn to fly in our own way. Sometimes, I just want to find a corner quietly, watch the setting sun quietly, and think about those questions I have never understood!

5. Because of love, we are persistent; because of hard work, we are harvested; because of understanding, life exudes the fragrance of life.

6. A lonely heart needs the nourishment of love; a cold heart needs the warmth of friendship; a desperate heart needs the comfort of strength; a pale heart needs sincere help; How much the key of sincerity is needed to open a door that is closed with caution!

7. In loneliness, our hearts can be like the mirror of the lake; we can comprehend life calmly; we can be lonely like the ancient sages.

8. In the silhouette of time, how many encounters are warm and how many partings are melancholy.

9. The beauty of summer is that everything is green. A ray of breeze gently blows a curtain of light rain, like a washed sky, which is exceptionally clear and translucent.

10. Life is like the sea, tolerance is the boat, and you can know the width of the sea by boating on the sea; life is like the mountain, tolerance is the path, and you can know the height of the mountain by following the path; life is like a song, tolerance is the music, and the harmony is with the music. Only by singing can you know how beautiful the song is.

11. In life, we should tell ourselves what we should stick to, rather than change anything easily. Although sometimes we behave like a stupid bird, we have our own direction of flying and our own independent thinking!

12. Even if it is a small grass, it must work hard to grow towards the sunshine; even if it is a small flower, it must bloom into a landscape; even if it is a rainbow, it must light up the sky after the rain. ; Even a leaf must find its own spring.

13. The youthfulness of youth dwells in the passing time, silently counting the length of longing.

14. I don’t remember when you started flying to my window every day. As long as I stretched my hand to the sky, you would appear majestically.

15. The power of faith is that it can help you muster the sail to move forward even in the face of adversity; the charm of faith is that it can summon you to muster the courage to live even if you encounter danger; The greatness of faith is that even if you encounter misfortune, it can still prompt you to maintain a noble mind.

16. Kindness is a kind of wisdom in life, a reminder of when enough is enough, and a tolerant choice.

17. The longing like wine makes you drunk as soon as you drink it. When you are drunk, you read the sad moonlight with all your enthusiasm. So, the moon was drunk, the night was drunk, and I was drunk too.

18. Standing on the other side of time, looking back at the time on this side, the vast sea of ??people, every encounter is a beauty; every separation is an exile. Come to think of it, the most beautiful relationship in this world is the moment when you look at each other, feeling the joy of beating your heart, and then sighing that you regret meeting each other so late.

19. Wind and rain can temper our temperament, frost and snow can make us calm and calm, destiny can change thousands of times in hardships, and life can be meaningful in setbacks.

20. The world is wonderful, but we must learn to fly in our own way. No matter whether the flying posture is cool or unrestrained, it will become a dialogue that will be recalled to us in the near future. Life, as long as we use our own way Fly freely, no matter where you fly, it will be exciting!

21. When the flowers are blooming, wait for each other quietly. Some slight ripples grow secretly in each other's gaze; some throbbing is just the beauty deep in the soul. The days of relying on each other and looking at flowers are the most beautiful times. Those lost lingering feelings are playing in Yi An's poems.

22. I want to know whose thoughts those birds flying south has taken away.

23. The past and the future are far away from oneself. The key is to seize the present and seize the present.

24. I always hide in the depths of dreams and seasons, listening to the flowers and the night singing all the nightmares, all the prosperity, all the origins of memories.

25. No matter how much you have paid, how long you have struggled, but one word or one result can wipe out all your efforts. Helplessness and hesitation emerges. No one will comfort you and no one will pity you. , I can only cover the wound by myself and let it heal slowly.

26. The past of the mortal world is like a dream. The fantasy in the dream, the beauty in the dream, will inevitably be lost in the end. At the moment of waking up, there is still something left, maybe just a few. Lost, such a feeling of emotion.

27. Looking back on the past, the days were filled with colorful light and shadow. In the barrier of memory, the once heartbeating voices have gradually faded away.

28. Count the fallen leaves in front of the door, listen to the sound of rain outside the window, and the sound of wading through the water sounds this time. Is your heart soaked by the rain still the same?

29. Maybe the water is flowing slowly, and what is flowing away is a past event; maybe the eyes, gazing deeply, saying goodbye is a memory; maybe life is quietly thinking. , brings silence.

Thirty. The past is a dream sealed in memory, and you are my only vivid memory. The water drops on the green leaves are the tears of longing.

31. I believe that a beautiful life is just a wordless elegy. The loneliness that has spread across my heart has long since turned into ice, and you are the most beautiful note of this season.

32. When everything is in the past, close your eyes and still cannot forget the flowers that once bloomed in your dreams.

33. Leaning in front of the window, watching the white clouds floating gently in the sky, letting the time flow quietly through the fingertips, let a heart that has been exaggerated by the fireworks of the world gradually calm down, and silently recite a piece of the soul Gentle and have a quiet time.

Thirty-four. Looking around, there are beautiful green shadows. When butterflies are dancing around them, and when the dewdrops on the branches cannot bear to leave, this may be the exuberance and endless life of life. .

Thirty-five. The fireworks on the other side have finally faded, and the sacred fire of the temple is dying. I see your child-like smile, and you ask, when the heaven collapses, will our crimes be forgiven at last.

Thirty-six. Choosing self-confidence means choosing to be open-minded and frank, choosing to remain unmoved in the face of fame and fortune, and choosing to hold one’s head high in front of power, spreading the sail of confidence and breaking through the current, showing the style of fighting. .

Thirty-seven. As many people come and go in the world, as many as we pass by, as many as will be unforgettable. No matter how beautiful some scenery is, it does not belong to you. Some emotions are already intertwined in passing. It is the best ending. In the memories, there will always be some moments that can warm the whole past.

38. Love is a lamp that illuminates the distance ahead in the darkness; love is a poem that warms the longing heart in the cold; love is the wind in summer and the sunshine in winter. , is the rain in spring and the fruit in autumn.

39. Standing in the cold wind of winter, snowflakes all over the sky are wrapping this cold city. Thinking of the sincere and priceless friendship that passed away, I couldn't help crying.

Forty. I forgot which day of which year, which month, and which wall I carved a face on, a smiling, sad face staring at me

41. Life is a wise elder, and life is a knowledgeable teacher. It often turns into spring breeze and rain, moistens things and silently guides us and gives us enlightenment in life.

42. The moment of solitude is the most natural, pure and quiet time in life. It is the soul receiving the baptism of nature. It is also the moment to forget the pain and rekindle the light of hope. Beautiful and touching sentences

I was sitting in front of the window this morning, and the world was like a passerby. It stayed for a while, nodded to me and walked past.

These thoughts are the sounds of leaves; they whisper happily in my heart.

You cannot see yourself, all you see is your shadow.

God, my wishes are so foolish, they are shouting in the midst of your brother's voice. Let me just listen.

I can't choose the best. It's the best choice for me.

The summer birds flew to my window to sing, and then flew away again.

The yellow leaves in autumn have nothing to sing about, they just sigh and fly down there.

A group of little wanderers in the world, please leave your footprints in my words.

The world takes off its majestic mask towards its lover.

It has become smaller, as small as a song, as small as an eternal kiss.

It is the tears of the earth that keep her smile young.

The desert without [yin] passionately pursues the love of a leaf of green grass, she shakes her head and flies away with a smile.

My worries calmed down in my heart, just as dusk falls in the silent mountain forest.

Some invisible hands, like lazy and micro (fengsisi1), are playing (chan3 yuan2) music in my heart.

"Sea water, what did you say?"

"It is an eternal question."

"Sky, what did you answer?"

"It is eternal silence."

Listen quietly, my heart, listen to the whisper of the world, which is its expression of wooing you.

The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night - it is great. But the phantom of knowledge is no more than the morning mist.

Don’t let your love sit on the cliff just because the cliff is high.

If you cry because you have lost the sun, you will also lose the stars.

The dancing water and the sand in your way demand your singing and your flow. Are you willing to carry the lame mud and sand down the river?

Her eager face disturbs my dream like rain at night.

Once, we dreamed that we were strangers to each other. When we woke up, we realized that we actually loved each other. Beautiful and touching ancient sentences

Beautiful and beautiful ancient sentences

1. I would like to gouge out my eyes, hoping that you will never live in peace forever.

2. The beauty of the country is supported by softness, and the man is unparalleled in magnificence.

3. Your face is as bright as sunset, and your son is like jade. It is you who holds a green umbrella and promises me Chang'an in the next life.

4. I saw the ruins of the lonely city again. The blood and dust had alternated here. The remaining strokes in the last scroll could not trace an innocent smile. I dreamed of the soft breath of azure mist. The dream seems to wake up, who is real? You and I travel through many memories to play this song but there is no ending. "Song I Chang'an"

5. Time is always limited, and it is easy to be ecstatic when parting easily. Wine feasts and songs are indispensable. The mountains and rivers in our eyes are far away in space, and the falling flowers and wind and rain hurt the spring even more. It is better to take pity on the person in front of you. ——Yan Shu's "Huanxi Sand"

6. The sound of knives and halberds *** The silk and bamboo are hoarse. Who will show you the fight outside the city? The blood of the seven layers of gauze clothes is splattered with white gauze troops. The six armies are approaching the city without sending a message. Who knows that it is life or death when we see you again? The words were entangled with red threads at that time. A thousand thoughts separated each other. I got married and that scar was left. Whose old scar can still remain calm while drinking tea and trampling it to pieces? How can the paintings of the flourishing fireworks and blood-stained mountains and rivers be compared to a little cinnabar between your eyebrows that covers the world? It is still just one scene. The prosperous blue is stained with blood, but the peach blossoms just want to see you again. I listen to the sword with tears and the mute sword. The high-rise building is dying - He Tu "All the World"

7. The man on the road is like jade, and the young master is unparalleled in the world.

——Acai "The Divine Physician of the Emperor Phoenix Abandoned His Concubine"

8. You said that you would wait for the king for a hundred lives and be gentle, but later you would forget yourself in reincarnation. In a dream, you said that for three lives, you would look forward to staying for the king, but later on, Po Meng would never be able to bridge the bridge. You said it was nothing more than the sea drying up for you. Later, your tears went to the west and you sighed in the dusk. You said that the evil spirits were chanting softly for you to stitch the seams in your clothes. Later, you gave me a small reward and cool tea, and you were sad. You said that you played with your delicate fingers and played the strings for you. I suppressed the tears of lovesickness, and you said that the red thread had been pulled, and my head turned white. Later, the old scene became pale. Who held hands with you, and you said that my clothes could not be wide. Good night, for you. Who cried, and one person trembled. You said that the red face used the mirror to hide your face, and later Sitting alone in the rainy night of Bashan in the dying years, you said you had no intention of staying with me to fight for you, but later on, time ran out, did you know?

9. Even if we make wine and talk about tea for a lifetime, the love will not be washed away in the end. Empty lies. Even if I go into seclusion in the bamboo forest for two lifetimes, I will never forget it. In the end, I will smile and look at the world of mortals, but it will be like a solitary wild goose in autumn. Even if it is the pen and ink of the three books of Changchang Jinxiu, in the end the prosperity will fade away but the heartbreak will be broken. Even if they travel all over the world and call themselves home, in the end they will meet and become enemies, but they will never see each other again. Even if Jian Jia has white hair and five glasses of turbid wine, in the end he will turn into song but look at the moon alone. Even if you rely on the six-foot long sword in Jianghu, in the end, the smoke and disputes will only lead to a desolate life. Even if he is lying drunk on the battlefield with seven stars hanging upside down, in the end the iron horse fighting is just a dream. Even if thousands of arrows are fired from all directions, in the end, prosperity will never last in this troubled world. Even if the troops approach the city in a series of nine twists and turns, in the end, the six armies will not be able to fight, but they will be entangled in evil fate. Even if he has ruled the world for ten years, in the end his time will not be enough to be lonely for eternity.

10. Only when you have been drunk can you know how strong the wine is, and only when you have been in love can you know how serious it is. ——Hu Shi's "Dreams and Poems"

11. The flowers bloom and butterflies fly on the street, and the country is still different from the past. The survivors grew old several times, and the wandering girls slowly returned home singing their songs. ——Su Shi's "Flowers on Moshang"

12. "Why did I drift away, why did I miss Tuanluan, why did I have to be apart for a long time, why was I not at peace? ——Ouyang Shaogong's "The Legend of Ancient Swords""

13. If you ask how long it has been since you have been away? Spring and Autumn are negative, and the white snow capped the river, and the eastward flow is like eastward flow. In the future, I will hear that you are here. I only blame the wrong time. Who knows that the emperor's family has no true love, and the beauty will die early. In the past, I worshiped under the Buddhist sect and was willing to die in exchange for my life. Who knew that my master talked about reincarnation, but only hoped that I would suddenly realize that I had been thinking about the past three years while facing the wall, and my figure was reflected in the wall. My master heard that he had left seclusion early, but it was because there were too many barbarians who stormed the frontier fortress gate. Son, you should strengthen yourself. The barbarians have not returned to their country. They are not vindicated. They dare not forget the family feud. The blood is spilled on the frontier. I heard a ecstasy song from the dead soul, which made me miserable. Two lines of hot tears flowed. The third watch has passed. The song has ended. The song has ended and the person has not returned. /p>

14. The heavens look down on the old, while the children in the world become crazy. Try on new makeup at night. But it is heaven on earth. Unexpectedly, I feel the new coolness is like water, and my lovesickness is like frost on my temples. Dreams cross dry mulberry trees from the bottom of the sea. Read all the galactic waves. ——Liu Chenweng's "Xijiang Moon·New Autumn Writing"

15. It was midsummer when he left. The sunny day in Wanhua Valley is beautiful, the breeze is blowing, and the sea of ??flowers is like a tide. You sit at the table and listen to the sound of the tide. There are five medicinal herbs scattered on the table, and there is a light yellow letter paper on it. This time, there is no word on it. . Pinellia ternata, parasitism, cardamom, acacia. Adding one taste is good medicine and the other taste is poison. The person who left is so selfish, never mentioning Angelica sinensis. He has brewed the bone-eating and heart-corroding poison for you, and wants you to savor it carefully for the rest of your life. It is independent in nature, warm in nature, pungent and bitter in taste. He doesn't say when he will return, but he wants you to live alone. "Sword Net Three"

16. Tiance The long silver spear drives away the Qiang and Hu, breaking through the mountain and the moon. But the mountains and rivers remain the same for thousands of miles, Wu songs rise at midnight, and the soul returns home in dreams. I have been a garrison guest for a lifetime, and we have returned together with our bones. Qixiu: In the past, the eyebrows were hidden, adding to the sadness of pear blossoms. After years of embroidering the cheeks with mountain flowers, and the fireflies flowing in the river, I enjoy painting. I don't have lovesickness, but it comes to my heart. It's like you are by your side, smiling and speaking softly. Hidden Sword From then on, we bid farewell to the painting boat in the Red Mansion, and traveled as a young man destined to travel. Wen Cun will lie for a moment. The stars and frost have changed several times, and I remember the people around me like the moon. Here Shen Ke is already rotten, with frost on his beard and snow on his temples. The city is full of mist and rain, and one horse is in despair. The beggar gang and the wine shop parted ways, singing wildly to say goodbye. Traveling from north to south, east and west, the traveler has left behind his famous name in history, even if he hears the fragrance of chivalrous bones. Save me from the world of mortals, and I will be happy with my business. I still remember that when I was on the fortress, there was a bright moon. Shaolin The thousand-story pagoda of relics is covered with snow, and the bells are ringing and the dust of the ancient temple is dawning. I woke up from a dream of deep love and misunderstanding. From then on, Bodhi disappeared from the brocade book and let the clouds and rains have no basis. The green lanterns faced the window, and the autumn passed several times. Whoever remembers the world of mortals is always lonely.

17. Thousands of flowers cover the green mist again for a whole autumn. It was windy and rainy all night in the small building, and thousands of flowers in the valley were like daylight. I remember my little makeup talent, leaning on the railing and holding a lantern to talk about the Spring and Autumn Period. The ink on the east window is not dry yet, and the lone lamp is out.

The floating life in the pen is the time between flowers. Mingjiao The spring breeze in Yangzhou is slow, and the long streets are like dragons, chariots and horses, blowing down, and the streets are bustling day and night. Loulan Guazhou is snowing at night, invading dreams every night. The spring here is tired, the prosperity is long and happy, but it is not like the strong wind in the north of our country. Looking west to Wuqiang, walking alone with the year. Chunyang spends his days in the sword tomb. He is old in Huashan, but his sword is far away. At that time, I was cooking and drinking the cold plum blossoms and chess pieces, but I didn't realize the wind and moon. I came to the pavilion in the evening and listened to the snow, recalling the snow on my old friend's eyebrows and his clear eyes. I regret teaching Baiyun and misplace the gray dog. Tangmen splits the light to catch phantoms, and the night is rugged and silent. The spring light has never cherished this body, and the thousands of lanterns did not care about their falling, hiding life and death, hiding love. But Huan Xiaoying did not expand into the world of mortals, and did not restrain his fate. Or wear clothes at night, and enjoy the night forever.

18. Waking up from a dream, it feels like a lifetime ago, between the eyebrows, full of lovesickness

19. The building is full of flowers, the building is full of fragrance, Do you know that the building is full of flowers? There is a faint fragrance in the sky Full sleeves. Love is as old, people are as old, lovers are as old, people are as thin as before, and the tired birds are waiting for their return.

20. Wrapped in horse leather, how many people can understand the grief of the king. He cried like a child. However, no one will come over to pat him on the head and say: "Yu, don't cry." I can protect Chang'an, the people of this world, but I can't protect you.

21. How many beauties are haggard and how many lovesicknesses are broken, leaving only blood stained with ink and fragrant to cry at the graves.

22. The boat is drunk, and the flow of information leads to the depths of the flower. The fate of the world is wrong, and there is no plan to live among the flowers. The smoke and water are vast, and the sun sets thousands of miles away. There are countless mountains, they are as red as rain, and I don’t remember where I came from. ——Qin Guan's "Red Lips"

23. Could it be that Yue Lao and Meng Po were once lovers?

24. With one word of kindness, I abandon the mortal world; with the second thought, I think of the old camellia alley. The third time I heard the drizzle falling in the south of the Yangtze River, I heard that the fourth scholar was in love with my concubine. Five sent brocade books and high halls, six admired the haze, willows and weeping poplars. Seven times out of Jiayu, there is no reason to mourn, eight times the yellow sand falls like frost. Nine sighs, autumn is gone and all flowers die. Ten years of deep love cannot be forgotten. On the 11th day of the twelfth lunar month, winter snow presses on the window, and on the 12th day of the twelfth lunar month, the proud red plum blossoms continue to fragrant.

25. A song of Jianjia scattered the eyebrows of two people. I sent him three songs and wrote four books to Mo Sa. The five-year-old is full of mulberry and hemp, and the six people in the alley are talking to each other. The seven-year-old is in love, wandering in all directions. Nine weeps are dull and dumb, and peach blossoms become a painting within ten miles. I have been guarding the world for ten years, and I have lived up to my nine separations. For eight years, I have cared about you seven times. Six times to make warm tea, five moments of pity for people. Four plum blossoms bloom, and three years of youth are spent in vain. With lotuses on both sides, I would like to have white hair with one person.

26. In the sky, I would like to be a winged bird, and in the earth, I would like to be a twig. As time goes by, this hatred will last forever. ——Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow"

27. Destiny gathers and dissipates like water, carrying the world on its back, just for one sentence, waiting for the next meeting.

28. "Spiritual clothes and jade pendants, one yin and one yang, under the Luosheng Hall, Qiulan Changsheng "The Bright Moon of the Qin Dynasty""

29. The beacon fire on the battlefield lingers and withers thousands of bones, and the golden sword sinks The iron princes. My husband is safe and the world knows it. Let’s raise a toast to meet each other at Yaoyue Tower

30. Sauvignon Blanc Three thousand dusk and dawn have lasted for a long time, and we have remembered each other, and the frost on our white heads has turned our silk green. When the young man looks back, the beauty will be shocked at the end of his life.

31. Qiaotou The wind and moon are warm, and the dust and smoke are blurred. The crows on the road startled when people came from the distance. A bone umbrella is held at the end of the bridge, and the skirt is lowered. I support the beauty of the country, but I am afraid that he will not know it.

32. No one accompanies me in the spring and autumn, no one accompanies me in poetry and wine, and in the end, no one accompanies me in the old age. "Understanding that the world of mortals is like a person"

33. Life is for one life, and dying is like flying into the dust. Why not use high-level students to seize the important road first?

34. How many trials and hardships in life? How much generosity is no longer there? How many feats are just a dream? How much hospitality is a glass of wine?

35. Who is broken by the vicissitudes of loneliness? ?Whose longing is hidden in the back of the tearful eyes? After thousands of years of sorrow, who will bury my last tear?

36. The purple flute is whining, the mortal world is turning, looking back and looking forward to the facial features in the painting . After many lives and deaths, it was you who took my place. Beautiful clothes and angry horses, I will dance a graceful song for you. After ten years of wandering, I will finally marry you as my wife.

37. If the string is broken, who will listen to it? If the sword is broken, who will dance with the broken sword. I once thought that the snow on the moss would be waiting for me. However, a dream came to me in a fleeting time.

38. The lonely star is broken, the dream is broken, the plain clothes are cold, the face in the mirror is thin under the moon, looking forward through the curtain, full of bitterness. I always want to avoid those memories about you, return to the ultimate peace, and let my heart be calm and calm. However, the moment I turned my head, 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 cannot wipe out the sorrows of this life. Inside and outside the scroll, each word is engraved with the heart, and there is only one clear poem that sings an unchanging story, which fades into the bottom of my heart.

39. A pair of people for life, half drunk, half awake and half floating. ——Nalan Xingde's "Spring in the Painting Hall"

40. Light a lamp and listen to the sound of the solitary flute all night. Waiting for someone for three or four years, the wind blows through the heavy door, the deep courtyard is cold and the paper is red. The note makes an appointment with the fate of many generations. Turn this page in the history book and seal the memory. The mandarin duck brocade paints this lonely and floating life in Chang'an. Who is still waiting? Who is too serious about a dream? Painting under her city depicts a landscape. People are buried in snow. Thousand-story pagodas are buried. The separation between life and death, the loneliness at the end of the world, a dream, she played a piece of gracefully playing a piece of white-headed Shaohua, the snow was buried one after another, the thousand-story pagoda was like the moonlight in the mirror, he didn't know whether it was true or false, brewed a pot of tea, folded a white plum blossom, held a green umbrella, the cool rain fell, and the myrtle tree bloomed. The tomb is full of wind and sand, whose longing sprouts on the stone tablet. In a dream, she paints under the city to describe a landscape. People are buried in the snow one after another. Thousand-story pagodas are separated by life and death, lonely and lonely. In the end of the world, there is a dream in which she plays a piece of bald-headed youth. The snow is buried one after another. The tiered pagoda is like the moonlight in the mirror, but he doesn't know whether it is true or false - "Hua Xuyin" by He Tu

41. The lotus belt has two colors, one color means life, the other means death. People follow two thoughts, one is called leaving, the other is called staying. When he was born, he was wasted in every possible way and passed away from this world. When he died, all kinds of sighs were left in the world. ——Jin Yi's "Jianwang San·Feiyu"

42. I once heard about the beauty of the world. Later, I heard about the beauty of her beauty. I once heard that the wind blew up the sky, and then her departure left me with concern. I once listened to the singing at night in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Later, I was drunk with her charm on the pipa. I once heard that the floating life has not rested. Later, her sleeve dance carried away the end of the world. I once heard about the thought of lovesickness. Later, I heard about her loneliness through the window screen. I heard about the moon dancing on the cloud sleeves. Then, when her writing was stranded, I heard about half the city's smoke and sand. Later, I heard about her black hair turning gray overnight. I heard about not being able to see Chang'an. , later her ballad wrote the answer: I once heard the sword rising into the blue, and later her oath became a legend. I once heard the old stories of Yandu, but later her memories were blurred in my cheeks

43. I am alone People have traveled through thousands of rivers and mountains and never felt lonely. It was only after arriving in Chang'an that I began to feel lonely. There is a city of Chang'an in everyone's heart. It took me a lifetime to figure out that I had never been there. ——Finale "Not Seeing Chang'an"

44. Your wedding dress burned like fire to the end of the world, and from now on the setting sun burned my heart like cinnabar. They say that you have the most beautiful peach blossoms in your eyes, but how come they rain down overnight. ——Xiaoquer "Shangxie"

45. Whose shocking side confused whose eyes, and for whom played a song that captivated the world and broke the hearts of lovers The past, lost in the past, but crazy, drunk, who watched the fireworks with me, sitting alone in melancholy. ——Cha Liang

46. On the first day of your absence, I had a good time. The weather was nice and I had a relaxing time. The second day after you were away, I had a good time. The wind caressed my face and the blue clouds spread across my face. On the third day of your absence, I lived a very good life. With Chuifengxue, every thought was delusional. On the fourth day of your absence, I had a good time, listening to the rain on the high building, and the green lights were lonely. On the fifth day of your absence, I had a good time. The moon was shining brightly, and old friends returned home. On the sixth day of your absence, I had a good time. The nursery rhymes were long and my soul returned to the old corridor. On the seventh day of your absence, I lived a good life, with blind eyes and frost on my temples, singing and dancing. In fact, it doesn't matter whether I am living well or not, I just wait until you come home.

47. He said that the heavy rain by the West Lake washed away the care for you, but he looked at the sky, and his eyes were wandering around the world. He said that the corpses in the Lu Palace were all gray and his hair, but you clung to the king of hell’s Xiao in the bronze door. Kill him. Who said that the sound of gunfire is still the long stretch of yellow sand, but you buried the sea flowers alone after the snowstorm? He said that he chased the wandering footsteps and cared about you but got lost thousands of times. The ghost's smile was flawless. He said that the mask of innocence wears you sleepy. But he failed to live up to his past destiny. He said that he would take you home ten years later at the foot of Changbai Mountain. But in the end, your appearance remained unchanged and you forgot about him. When you wake up, you will dominate the world and I will wait for your return

48 , Go find him. The blood-red brocade on his silver armor will flutter in the wind, like a banner of victory in the cold wind. His lips are tightly pursed and firm as iron, and only your figure can make him smile with two tiger teeth as warm as spring. He will solemnly put on the feather crown that is as heavy as a mountain city to him, and then place a kiss softer than a feather on your brow. His spear is full of blood and filled with evil energy. When he raises the spear and rides his horse to look back at you, his profile is no less elegant and handsome than that handsome young man from the south of the Yangtze River. His arms are broad and his hands are warm but not good at words. When I hug you, it's like embracing everything about him, all my thoughts are poured out in one movement. He is as bright as a clear ray of light, and as sharp as a sharp edge. Bright and dangerous. He said that he was willing to die for the Tang Dynasty, but he was only willing to live for you.

49. The sky and the earth are covered, in the vast sky, in the lingering light of the solitary smoke and purple clouds in the vast sea, the shadows of the ancient roads and trestles and the thin horses in the west wind, just to find you!

50. I am for you With my black hair tied high, you can lead me all over the world. Sentences describing beautiful sounds

1. There is a kind of sound that the middle-aged painter misses more and more. This kind of sound is very strange, with color, shape, temperature, and emotional stories mixed in it. But now I can't hear it anymore.

2. The lingering sound lingers for three days without stopping, and I don’t know the taste of meat in three months. This song should only exist in heaven, and is rarely heard in the human world.

3. In the sound of rain, he grew up, got married, and became a father... The old house in the alley and the rain became the most bizarre background of his life. On rainy days, he would also tell his son the ancient poems about rain, and friends would always come to his studio.

4. The rain and mist sprinkled on the bamboo leaves, rustling like a girl stroking the strings, like spring silkworms devouring mulberry leaves.

5. At the dock of love, I burn my boat. I am afraid that you will miss it due to your negligence when the night is dark, so I wait with my heart burning.

6. The three or two sounds of the rotating shaft plucking the strings indicate feelings before the tune is formed. The strings muffle the sounds and thoughts, seeming to complain of a life of failure. The formalities of the letter were continued with a low eyebrow, telling all the infinite things in one's heart. Lightly gathered, slowly twisted and wiped, and then picked again, it was a neon dress at first and six Yao later. The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers. The bullets are noisy and mixed, and big and small beads fall on the jade plate. The orioles in Guan Guan are talking about the slippery bottom of the flower, and it is difficult to go under the ice of the Youyan Spring.

7. When I walked to the waterfall, I saw the silver-white water pouring down one by one like a grandfather's white beard. The wind blew over, blowing the water into a light mist and sprinkled it on my face, which was very cool. A few streams of water seemed to be in a hurry, rushing down in a hurry. If they were not careful, they hit the rocks, and the water splashed everywhere, as crystal and lovely as flying beads and broken jade.

8. Love each other as if every day is the end of the world. Every minute and second will be so beautiful that tears fall down. Ignore whether others think good or bad. As long as you are brave enough to follow me, love does not need to be deliberately arranged. It feels very pleasant to kiss and hug each other. Enjoy the present and don’t be afraid of getting hurt when you are happy. We believe that many miracles will exist.

9. The sound of tinkling rain all night beats the gong for spring plowing and beats the drum for sowing.

10. Snowflakes are falling in the sky, falling gracefully one by one, blooming with unparalleled beauty and tenderness. That is the dandruff that God forgot to wash his hair. My dear, I also forgot to wash my hair, but why is the sadness falling all over the floor? The white roof, the white room, the white birds fly over my years without leaving a sound, standing there One snowflake after another in the snow, watching it turn into transparent water droplets little by little, reflecting a tragic whiteness, the whole world is like a luxurious worship.

Chapter 2

1. There is a voice that the middle-aged painter misses more and more. This kind of sound is very strange, with color, shape, temperature, and emotional stories mixed in it. But now I can't hear it anymore.

2. The lingering sound lingers for three days, and in three months I don’t know the taste of meat.

This song should only exist in heaven, and is rarely heard in the human world.

3. In the sound of rain, he grew up, got married, and became a father... The alleys, old houses and rain became the most bizarre background of his life. On rainy days, he would also tell his son the ancient poems about rain, and friends would always come to his studio.

4. The raindrops fell into the stagnant water, making a deep sound. The elegant and charming breath spreads to your ears, your brain, and your heart. When you think about real life, you will better understand yourself, better set short-term goals for your life, better consider the long-term direction of life, better handle relationships with others, and be more responsible for this. There is a thought for everything.

5. The rain and mist sprinkled on the bamboo leaves, rustling like a girl caressing the strings, like spring silkworms devouring mulberry leaves.

6. Walking forward, you can only hear cicadas singing and birds chirping. Looking up, I saw thrushes and cuckoos jumping around on the trees, as happy as gods. Before I had finished admiring such a poetic and picturesque picture, the sound of running water caught my attention. Wow, nature really knows how to put the finishing touch! I quickly walked towards the small forest, and it turned out to be a winding creek. The stream is crystal clear, with countless pebbles and small fish swimming happily in the water. Ah! Nature plays another song for us. Learn about the long history of the Chinese nation through Chinese language stories.

7. At the dock of love, I burn my boat. I am afraid that you will miss it due to your negligence when the night is dark, so I wait with my heart burning.

8. In the ancient town, next to every alley and under the eaves of every house, there is a cheerful stream. Some are bigger, some are smaller. The stream keeps flowing down, passing through rows of small shops, passing by happy ethnic minority families, passing by the fields of yellow rapeseed flowers...

9 , around my life, there are many pleasant sounds, the songs of birds make me happy; the sound of teachers teaching enriches my knowledge; the horns of cars remind me to pay attention to safety; and the rustling of grass , telling me that time is passing. However, no matter how beautiful and pleasant these sounds are, they can never compare to the wonder of all things in nature.

10. In summer. After several autumn rains, the stream water rose by a few poles; the early withered catalpa trees had lost all their green leaves; the golden dawn clouds penetrated deep into the stream from the gaps between the twig trees; the surface of the splashing indigo waves appeared like a rainbow. of light.