Suitable for sending photos of ancient costumes. Talk about short sentences in ancient costume.

First, there is a graceful woman with a white shirt, a clear face, black hair and ink dye, and a fan of elegant colors. If the fairy is like a spirit, the water is like a dream.

Second, the still water flows deeply and the songs are sung; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy.

Third, static flowers shine on the water, moving like the wind to help the willows.

Fourth, a white straight-breasted robe has a great sense of drape, and only a piece of jade with excellent quality hangs on it, which looks rough but simple and gloomy. Black hair was tied casually with a silver ribbon, and there was no crown or hairpin. A few strands of hair on the forehead were blown away by the wind and danced with the silver ribbon, which seemed quite light.

Five, the lonely geese return to the south, and relatives and friends are scattered all over the world. Finally, I ended up in an empty house, drinking alone.

6. After that; Zhen Nuo's old dream, red makeup is cold. Endless flying flowers roll embroidered curtains, and it is cold and cold.

Seven, who will smoke, scattered the vertical and horizontal links.

Eight, in order to meet a person and enter the world of mortals, I will go if the person goes, and this body will not leave dust.

Nine, the handsome boy of the Sect, looking up at the sky, is as bright as Yushu before the wind.

Ten, the longqin refers to the broken string. I am confused about life and play a few sighs for generations of joys and sorrows. The funny thing is that my life is not up to me. Dong Zhen's Back to the End

Eleven, life is never difficult, never naive without a blow. Maturity is only good at hiding, and vicissitudes are just without tears and injuries.

Twelve, the dust settled, washed away lead China, who spilled her hands? Who won the beauty and traveled around the world with her?

Thirteen, when today becomes yesterday, when love you becomes love; Time blows away the teenagers, and their waiting coincides with the flowers.

14. I have a pot of exquisite wine, with the moon as the pillow, the dew as the quilt, a pot of the past and a cup with you.

15. Grasp people's hearts and dress well. Son of Qi Hou, wife of Wei Hou. East Palace's sister, Duke Xing's aunt, Tan.

Sixteen, the voice is extremely sweet and clear, which makes people feel unspeakable. This girl is about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a gentle face and a delicate figure.

I have been to this world many times, but I can't find your afterlife. Goodbye.

Eighteen, lamenting the beauty and tears of heroes, the world is much more bitter. How can mountains and rivers be happy forever?

Nineteen, now flying flowers are full of flowers, leaving no old appearance. When the big plan went through customs, it was all tea.

Twenty, a purple and gold robe, with hair standing high, and the hair clasp inlaid with purple and gold, looks extremely enchanting, especially those long and narrow eyes that are slightly raised, as if they are magical, which makes people feel intoxicated at a glance.

Twenty-one, the big peony green smoke yarn is blue and ruddy, and the pink daffodils spread the green leaf skirt to sweep the floor, covered with a thin golden smoke green yarn. The drooping sideburns are inlaid with pearl Hosta seeds, and the flower looks like water hibiscus.

Twenty-two, the four-story building of Hamel's house is dark gray, and the balcony is built on the shoulders of mythical figures. You have to ring the doorbell before you can enter the door. The stairs are made of marble, but they are worn out. There is a spittoon on each floor. From the stairs, you can see the square yard outside, a small box covered with snow and a small garden. The branches of the trees in the garden are hung with a layer of sparkling frost, reflecting the rainbow-like jade light.

Twenty-three, the years are quiet, I don't blame you for sleeping in the west, and I will accompany you to drink and laugh for 3,000 games.

24. All women deserve sympathy. Be kind to women, protect them and leave them with good food and clothing.

Twenty-five, a season of flowers, strange fragrance, a season of sadness, pillow injury.

Twenty-six, long-lost memories, waves push away, all the light, all the sadness, are lost in a captivating smile.

Twenty-seven, leaving people sad. Think deeply. Fade, sing empty sorrow. Where is the prosperity?

Twenty-eight, the woman is about twenty-seven, charming and beautiful. The girl's head emerged from the flowers. Between the green trees, her skin is as white as snow, and her black eyes are long scattered on the lake. I saw her sitting in Shu Ya by the lake, bright and holy, and her manners were not stuffy. The white dress was reflected in the water, and the petals fell on her head.

Twenty-nine, from now on, there is no beloved night, let him go to the west wing under the bright moon. good night

Thirty, this is a kind of black beauty, like a black waterfall pouring down from the top of your head. It is not soft and enchanting, but handsome and free and easy, with an extremely simple and natural charm.

Thirty-one, who are you? The nib boy turned into a song on the desolate road of the city.

Thirty-two, fine grass is soft, and Shaxi Road is light. Su Shi's "The Meaning of Nan Gezi"

Thirty-three, the autumn wind is cool, and the autumn wind is forgotten. Forget it tonight.

Thirty-four-year-old, dressed in a jade-white brocade robe, with long hair dancing in the wind and dancing in the rush, like a fairy, jade-like skin glistened in the moonlight.

35. Life is alive. If Bai Juyi bends his knees, all at once.

Thirty-six, spotted bamboo branches, spotted bamboo skills, tears send acacia. good night

Thirty-seven, the broad land is broken, and the prosperity falls. Leaning against the clouds hides loneliness, even if others laugh at me.