50 ancient and beautiful sentences

A collection of 50 must-have ancient and beautiful sentences

The years are like quicksand, flowing slowly through the fingertips. Sit quietly in the passing years. A touch of fragrance, a cup of clear tea, a touch of sunshine, and smile at the passing of the world. The following are 50 beautiful sentences in ancient style that I have provided for you. You are welcome to share them.

1. You said that when the geese pass over Hengyang, the youth is still young, but later the yellow flowers fade away and the moon sets in the west wing.

2. One day you will understand that people must love themselves first. There is no way for a concubine to love the king with nothing.

3. Bai Zi’s paintings, on the Huangquan Road, in the Wangchuan River, beside the Sansheng Stone, at the end of the Naihe Bridge, have I seen you before?

4. Walking through Qiu Shang, the peach blossoms are scorching, and on both sides of the bank, there is a girl in clothes by the stream. I, my concubine, think of you again.

5. The bright moon shines in the deep courtyard, and the people in the secluded path have not yet returned. The hand plays the old song lightly, and the flowers also contain sadness. Events pass by, spring goes and spring comes back again. The moon is far away when I think about it, the bright moon is still speechless, my fingers are full of energy, and I can't finish the nostalgia in my heart. The sky is silent, Chanjuan is alone, the light is soft, the lovesickness flows, the melancholy lingers, and tears fall down, and the icy teardrops cool the heart. The flowers are cold at night, the birds are chirping, and the soft breeze ruffles my heart.

6. The curtains are rolling and falling flowers are like snow and the moon is misty. In Xiaohongting. The sound of the hairpin knocking on the bamboo is heard, and the shadow of the wind is slightly distinct. Where are the colorful clouds flying away? The pillow is separated from the edge. The sound is about to die out in the cold weather, and this year's heartbreak is coming again.

7. Give me a computer, and I can stay here until the end of the world.

8. You will not know that my concubine once loved you wholeheartedly and hopelessly.

9. The concubine wrote down the picturesque landscape for the king, but the king made the concubine waste her life.

10. Who burns the smoke and disperses the vertical and horizontal ties. Listen to the strings break, break those three thousand obsessions. The falling flowers are obliterated, and the wind is obliterated.

11. The wild goose words go and come back again. There is no reason to get drunk when the tea flowers bloom. I just owe someone, a drop of cinnabar tears.

12. In the old days, when the rain fell across the Yangtze River, the people under the umbrella were independent, the streets were long, and the shadows were wandering.

13. Last night, I cried tears in the sycamore trees, and the cold drops disturbed my heart; even if there are melancholy, it is difficult to mention them, how can I remember the dust-covered past, how sad! Youth also dies young.

14. Lanterns illuminate the pavilion in the late moonlight, rain wets Chang'an, and my thoughts are reflected in the alley under the umbrella.

15. Who is pitiful, my mind is drunk and my heart is tired, the flowers are blooming on the other side, I have been in love, and the words are wonderful.

16. The scenery I have seen does not lack mountains and rivers, but only lacks one person around me.

17. The spring breeze turns into rain and kisses the plum blossoms, and the youth makes acquaintance with God. I, I, I mumble, who is willing to sleep, and bathe in the stars all night long.

18. Your hazy back in the mist and rain, your flashing eyes under the candlelight, make me look back at the sea of ??people for thousands of years, just to be with you, life and death...

19 , The red rain disappears outside the flowers, and the yellow beam is ripe and the time is gone. I thought about the kindness in the mirror and the fame in my dream, but I didn't know that the building would collapse. No matter how long the world is full of glory, when will we forget about camp? Leaning against the wind and whistling loudly, the wind blows everywhere, sighing, who determines the growth and decline in the world. Say all the vicissitudes of life, leaving a river of spring water with its ebb and flow.

20. The maniacal laughter frightened the guests from all over the world, and the furious people went to Hushan.

21. I folded the wings of my dreams and stopped my steps of faith, but I could never go back to the day before.

22. The spring water on the duck head is as thick as dye, and the peach blossoms on the water surface make the spring face.

23. When I am awake at the fifth watch, you are the looming star in the sky; when I wake up from my dream at the third watch, you are the moon falling under the eaves.

24. You are the twilight of dusk and the light that shines under the moon at night.

25. It was broken into pieces a thousand times, and half of it was tilted to the wind.

26. If the pen had not helped the sword, Caesar might have been forgotten by the world.

27. The flowers smile on the old man’s head, shyly, and the hairpin on his white hair does not relieve his sorrow.

28. Listen to the broken string and cut off the three thousand obsessions. The falling flowers are obliterated, and the wind is obliterated. Ancient style literary sentences. If the flower is pity, it falls on whose fingertips.

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

30. I lowered my head in silence. Sima picked up my hand and said to me: Qingchi, follow me. Let’s leave here and leave forever. The wind picked up and scattered the petals all over the sky and the ground. I looked at Sima Yanling's affectionate eyes and couldn't help myself.

I nodded, please take me away, I said. Let's run away to the ends of the earth and never look back. My Sima, I thought I got you, I really did. Why do I have to lose it in the end? I've held on so tightly, tell me, how did I lose you?

31. The streets are long and the fireworks are numerous. You pick up the lamp and look back. The short pavilion is short and the world is rolling. I sigh again. Who made the string break in the end, the flowers fell on the shoulders, and I looked at you in a daze.

32. We agreed in the last life and used the flower of the other shore as a proof of recognition; in this life, due to fate, can we only pass by? Who is the destiny of whom, who is the calamity of whom, reincarnation in six lives, who has forgotten whom.

33. Let’s look at the wealth and splendor three times. In the end, the walls in front of the palace are astonishing and cracked, and they are as sad as before. ——He Han's "Li Sao in the Past"

34. Changting asked, the cold wind was cold, whose fate was broken by separation that day; the person in the play, the word "love" is deep, whose poem on the piece of paper told about the hatred of separation ; Pear blossom rain, willow catkins, who's expectations were covered by the new green at that time; Farewell poems, heart-breaking words, whose love was written in the fine characters on the note; parting thoughts, the rain outside the curtain, those blurred eyes confused whose heart palpitations; I send you my love and affection, whose ending the painting traces.

35. You are there in the world of mortals, and I am there in the world of mortals. The word that has been tossed around in my heart thousands of times, there are dreams on the other side, and no worries on this side. A flower blooms, a dream of this life. A flower withers, a thought follows the wind. The clouds are in the sky and you are in my heart.

36. The beauty blooming in the window is a vivid reflection of the passing years of Fu.

37. The autumn solstice hits Luo Wan, and I am filled with tears that cannot be shed.

38. There is no basis for right or wrong in the world. Since ancient times, there have been many infatuated people. However, you are the king and I am the king.

39. Standing alone in the maple forest, the trees are falling, singing the autumn mood. The hustle and bustle infects the mortal world, and the autumn maple dances away the obsession of reincarnation, quietly falling towards nirvana and rebirth. The veins of fallen leaves are the memory of the vicissitudes of time, and the promise of the Chinese tree is the red maple drifting away without regrets. In late autumn, forest roads and red maples, the rustling wind blows. Who cares about such promises?

40. We are left alone to sigh and return to each other, giving up all the prosperity, stinging the fragrance of flowers in the dream, causing melancholy, leaving only a lifetime of memories, how many sleepless nights, how many pillow lovesickness, As crazy as drunk.

41. How you want to live is entirely up to you.

42. The morning clouds disperse, and there will be sighs in this life.

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

44. On the road to Huangquan, in the Wangchuan River, beside the Sansheng Stone, and on the Naihe Bridge, I have seen you colorful and flashy, but love has to be forced.

45. There are talented people in the south who are peerless and independent. First look at the land of beautiful people, and then look at the country of beautiful people. I would rather not know that it is better to acquire a beautiful city than to capture a beautiful country, but it is easy to get talented people again!

46. The unvoiced second string, don’t ask about the depth of love. Time flies, and few people know it. When love arises, I mistakenly express my love for you, and my heart is hard to let go, and I am a little confused.

47. In order to wait for an uncertain future, I gave up all ambiguity. In the end, you let go of my hand and gave me a sharp cut on the wound.

48. Among them, the rich and noble family is surrounded by walls made of pepper and mud.

49. The bronze mirror is flawless, and it has long been ignored by the bustling moment. The endless noise is nothing more than a mirage. There are endless arguments, and it fails to live up to the splendor of spring. Whose smile will send the world away.

50. I studied the ink with love and wrote about you and me. The promises we made have been drowned by time. Why didn’t you and I pass each other by each other in the beginning? Now we have made this mistake in the flower field!