Talk about ancient rhyme. Talk about the ancient beauty that makes you suffocate.

1. Lantern miles, spring is lonely. 2. When you are a flower curse teenager, you can see Chang 'an flowers all in one day. You wait for the south wind, and I'll wait for the old friend to return. The person who buried the flowers today is stupid. Who did he know when he was buried? 5. What is the occasion of meeting this lover? Son, son, what is such a lover? Most importantly, the world can't stay. 7. I don't see you for a day, such as March. He took care of him, but he didn't see him all day, just like him. I haven't seen you for a day, and I'm three years old. There are trees in the south, don't worry. There are women on the Han River who want to pursue the impossible. 9. Sigh In January, I walked through the water town of Cheng Nan. The quiet songs in the pavilion were drunk several times, and the red gauze brushed lightly, but I couldn't see your clear shadow. In the cold of February, I walked through the west wing of the east wall. The yellow sand is lifeless and sorrowful everywhere, but the north wind whistling but I can't hear your flute. In the light of March, I walked through the Dujiang River in Jinling, and my fingertips were stained with flowers, but I couldn't taste your tea fragrance when my string was broken. April cooking smoke, I walked through the fragrance of Chang 'an flowers, my sleeves blew down the lonely red candle, swaying and crying, but I couldn't keep your affection. Dyed in May, I walked through Yecheng wine industry, like water passing by, leaving Iraqis as before, but I can't wait for you to marry me. June banquet, walking ten miles, melodious melody, elegant white clothes, natural confidant can not accompany you. In July, I walked through the thin wall of Kyoto and covered my forehead with a bamboo umbrella, but Lampe couldn't wait for your long trip. In August, I walked through Surabaya singing, lying on my desk listening to the cutting depth of that year, but I couldn't write about your fall. In September, I walked past Qiu Suo Weiqiang and reached out and gently picked up the wrong place, but neither holding hands nor tears could make you decide. October lights, I walked through the theater, the lights instantly faded from the canopy, but the true and false moonlight could not touch your skin. In November, I walked through the secluded hedge of Taoyuan and dreamed of the sunset by the water several times, but I couldn't hear what you were saying. On the strings of December, I walked by listening to the rain and painting a boat. The piano played a half-life sadness and joy, but I couldn't keep the tenderness of your smile. Mu Yanxi 10. You are a late-blooming lotus in the world, and everyone is a cave except you. I am willing to become a Buddha or a demon for you. 1 1. Clouds pass through the bright moon to form a view building, and flowers are hung at night. Dream for ten years, and you will live forever. 12. The little girl is incompetent and can't accompany you to white hair. 13. The mountains are full of sorrow, and the mountains are full of flowers. If you don't see your son, you will see madness. There is Youlong in the mountains and in the mountains. I didn't see the child, but I saw the cunning child. 14. Sometimes you must have it in your life, but you can't insist on it all the time. 15. Son, you have a bright galaxy in your eyes, and all the colors are unique. 16. The fallen flower is independent, and the swift is Qi Fei. 17. Hold your hand and accompany you crazy for thousands of years; Kiss your eyes deeply and stay with you forever. Holding your hand, * * * you have weathered all your life; Kiss your eyes and give you a lifetime of affection. 18. As the moon remains unchanged, as the sun rises. Nanshan's life is long, so it will not collapse. Just like the lush pine and cypress, there is no lack of success. On the ancient style of suffocating beauty

In front of the ruby steps, the flowers fell and the wine fell, and the green Luo brushed the sand, weeping and bleeding. A memory, half-life lovesickness. And the smell of hand-planted loquat trees is as graceful as a cover, and it will never return to the original. People who dream, when to pay the petticoat, are sad. In the dust and sand, the chivalrous man passed by and entered the rivers and lakes, and his life was doomed. Chasing mobei through snow, there is nowhere to dream. The ancient name is soul-stirring, and Ran Ran's shadow is acacia. Looking back, I was young and frivolous, and my temples were pale.

On the ancient style of suffocating beauty

First, the world is secure and can live up to the Tathagata.

Second, if you meet a bald man, choose a city to die.

Third, beauty is in the distance, and lovesickness is bitter and inseparable. Ten years of love, a hundred years of crossing, do not cut acacia, can not bear to care.

Fourth, the color of jinyi snow and Huayu, looking back and smiling at the world.

After five days of wind and rain, the singing and dancing continued, and I didn't like it when I saw the son.

6. If it is the first day of new snow, and the full moon is hanging in the sky, there is a bright shadow below it, and bright silver flows on it, and you come to me with a smile. Between moonlight and snow, you are the third kind of beauty.

Seven, pushing the rain through the sky, has become a world-famous name, but your country is worth pursuing.

Eight, it took a long time to meet her, and it took a long time to break up, and the east wind blossomed.

Nine, the imperial court has changed in recent years, and it happened to be cold, windy and snowy. How hard is it?

Ten, choose a city to die, meet one person to grow old. Hold the curtain and dream, I will be beautiful. Write a farewell, say a dream and sleep.

Eleven, to avoid the fierce summer heat, to step forward, to dream of a mirage at three o'clock on the 9 th, I don't know what I feel, and the night is like a day.

Twelve, if the feelings are shallow, if they are deep, they will stay together for a lifetime, and they will be innocent.

Thirteen, if life is first seen, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan.

Fourteen, rampant secular barriers, the lion's clothing of the king, the bones of the loser.

15. Knowing that my lifelong hobby is natural, no one can see the benefits of just three spring days. If I don't watch out for those wild birds, I will be afraid of those flowers and plants.

Sixteen, the world is moving, but in midsummer, white porcelain plum soup, broken ice hit a wall. The world loves robbery, but the golden thread is fresh, and the sugar heart is bitter. The world is obsessed with it, but in the middle of winter, the water is weak and the axe and shovel can't move. Mu Guiying is in command.

17. I saw the mountains and rivers in the world of mortals, but it was only a few years of ups and downs; Hong Chu's new yarn covered the old dream, and the young woman fell in love with the young man. I saw a scene in the world of mortals, where people and right and wrong are dripping in the years; After layers of waves, there are waves before, and today's wine is drunk today. The moon is bright for a while and the flowers are yellow for a while. I look back in the world of mortals, the dim light on the dim side, the scenery after many years, and the appearance many years ago.

Eighteen, at that time, you were a butterfly, I was a fallen flower, my heart was broken, and butterfly wings were all over the world; At that time, you were a clear spring, and I was a crescent moon, inseparable and empty; At that time, you were a pipa, and I was a string, singing in troubled times and feeling deeply in the world. How can the blood-stained painting of Jiangshan be better than the cinnabar between your eyebrows? Just a boom. As long as you smile like a flower, I am willing to give up the picturesque scenery of the country and return to Imperial Palace. I can't compete with you for getting drunk.

I see how charming Castle Peak is, and I look forward to it.

Twenty, the floating life has not rested, and the love is deep and the relationship is shallow.

Twenty-one-year-old, white snow cream, married to the son of Shili red makeup, burning peach blossom rain, true feelings in the eye.

Twenty-two, this situation can not be eliminated, only under the brow, but in my heart.

Twenty-three, have you seen the future floating life? In these years, no one has accompanied me to watch the spring journey, and no one has accompanied me to wait for the winter life.

I have seen beautiful mountains, but not as beautiful as your eyebrows. I've heard of autumn water, but I don't have your fragrance. I have smelled the flowers in spring, but not as fragrant as you.

Twenty-five, it is said to be Sauvignon Blanc, and it is said to last for a long time.

Twenty-six, who remembers that the hair is wrapped around the fingertips, who remembers to say goodbye with tears, who remembers to look forward to the future, but now it is autumn wind, and I am alone.

Twenty-seven, to me, you are like a star, like a bright moon, like the sun, like a fire, melting into my heart, clear and transparent.

Twenty-eight, thinking is acacia feeding, not pity Gemini, wearing cool thin moss.

Twenty-nine, I wish my husband a thousand years old, I wish you good health, and I wish you, like Liang, to meet each other every year.

Thirty, not flashy, lying in Taurus, walking in the blue boat.

Thirty-one, good and evil, good and evil win or lose, buddha magic is two scales, the heart is in one mind.

Thirty-two, the past is covered by the fleeting time, fleeting, and hastily cast a touch of sadness.

34. Fortunately, I know your peach blossom face. Since then, it has been as warm as spring.

Thirty-five, hand in hand with the bright moon in the sky, the flower show in front of the court, setting foot on the pavilion, watching Qian Fan pass by, the lights dim, leaning against the pane, watching the falling flowers, and the night is like ink.

Thirty-six, the world is like a lotus, pure and elegant, not dirty and dirty, and look down on glitz.

Thirty-seven, the bead curtain is half hidden, Linglong is a virgin, and her eyes are full of surprises.

An ancient sentence with breathtaking beauty

I shuttled through the light and shadow, looking for your scattered soul. I sink into the ocean of fantasy, just for that one heart, the world of mortals floats, and the world is whirling. Persistence that has not changed for thousands of years, rebirth again and again, and no regrets for a moment.

An ancient sentence with breathtaking beauty

Look at the thirty-third house first, but the highest is not far from hating the sky. It is difficult to get sick for 440 times, and the most bitter thing is long-term care.

Second, it is better to bear a lifetime than to disappoint a person's heart.

Third, the peach blossoms fall, too hastily, and the lonely Antang comes late; Xiao Yue's fall, rouge's tears, and Buddha's face grow to the east.

4. Who translated the bleak music of Yuefu? Xiao Feng, wind, rain, short and thin candles in the house, a lonely night, in candlelight.

I used to worry about the loss of Sanskrit, and I was afraid to leave the whole city when I entered the mountain. The world is safe, and I will live up to the Buddha.

Six, elegance refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time.

Seven, watch the lights in the first month, go for an outing in February, enjoy peaches in March, swim in April, sail in May, enjoy the cool in June, play tricks in July, enjoy the moon in August, enjoy chrysanthemums in September, portrait in October, meditate in November and enjoy snow in December.

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

Nine, don't envy ordinary love epilepsy, willing to retire bamboo. After doing all the things I should and shouldn't do, I just want to live in the countryside near the field.

Ten, a few sighs, generations of joys and sorrows, ridiculous, life is up to me.

Eleven, white tea is nothing else, I am waiting for the wind, bitter wine leaves today, no wind and no moon without you.

Twelve, how many beauties have been worn out, how many lovesickness pieces have been broken, and only blood is left.

Thirteen, who finally let the string break, the flower fell on the shoulder, blurred.

14. Who will accompany me to watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, not surprised by the honor and disgrace, laughing at the clouds and clouds, and unintentionally staying? Who will dance with flying snow and sing with flowers in a reincarnation? The world of mortals is like water. Who sees through the affair and meets the world of mortals? I don't want your beautiful face, I just want a word from you, don't be beautiful, and swear to be a person all my life!

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

Sixteen, mountains and rivers hold hands and smile for you.

Send you a song, don't ask, don't get together at the end of the song.

Change your life with my three fireworks. The long street is full of fireworks, so you can look back by the light. The streets are short and the world of mortals is rolling, and I sigh again. Who makes the string break, the flowers fall on the shoulders, and the trance is blurred. Send a song to you, don't invite people to get together at the end of the song. I've been thinking about it all my life. It's like flying flowers and smoke when I come, and it's like a fantasy when I look back. Who's opposite?

Nineteen, this star seems to be not last night, for whom the wind and dew stood in the dark.

Twenty, the fog cleared, and when I woke up, I finally saw the truth. It was silent Qian Fan.

Twenty-one, at both ends of life, we stand on the other side of each other.

Twenty-two or ten years of life and death, nothing to think about, unforgettable, thousands of miles away, nowhere to be sad.

Twenty-three, the dream is fleeting, go back to Qushui to watch the fireworks break the full moon.

Twenty-four, a flower and a world, a leaf and a pursuit. A song and a sigh, a person's life.

Twenty-five, the encounter in the world of mortals, whether colorful or elegant, is a beautiful scenery when looking back; At first sight, it is like a mountain stream. Walk quietly and listen attentively, don't ask where you come from, and don't forget. Send a roll of intimate flowers and leave a sincere concern. Even if you are dyed red by the years, you will feel the tacit understanding and empathy you met.

Twenty-six, the cloister is an inch of acacia land, and the moon is lonely. Ten years' journey and ten years' heart.

Twenty-seven, finally covered the world for the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. After Hua Rong thanked him, it was just a scene, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.

Twenty-eight, Xicheng Yangliuqin is soft, moving away from sorrow, tears are hard to collect. I still remember my enthusiasm for returning to the boat. In the days of Bi Ye Zhu Qiao, people disappeared and the water flowed in vain. Youth is not for teenagers. I hate you. When will you stop? As soon as the flying catkins fell, they went upstairs. Being by the river, I can't stop crying and have a lot on my mind.

Twenty-nine, let him know everything and smile for you.

Thirty, if you don't think about lovesickness, you can avoid lovesickness. After thinking about it several times, I would rather miss it.

Thirty-one years old, the beauty is dying, and the heart is still the same. The goddess has a heart, but the king has no dreams. The moon sets and the sea blooms. There are alleys in the south of the city, as old as an altar.

Don't play a life that you are not good at for an audience that doesn't belong to you. Don't lose a day's mood for someone who is not worthy of respect.

Thirty-three, turn around, a wisp of cold fragrance is far away, the snow is deep, and the smile is shallow. Will you fight me in the afterlife?

Thirty-four, the most proud of the world, see its face into its heart.

Thirty-five, the scenery is spring flowers, the rain is sunny and the summer is long. The frost dyed the autumn moon white, and the snow filled the winter night. The sun, the moon and the stars turn, and a hundred years of vicissitudes is a dream. Travel far, don't let people break their hearts.

Thirty-six, the mountain is a ride, the water is a ride, and the body is on the side of Guan Yu, and the lights are on at night. When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden.

Thirty-eight, the broad land is broken with a sword, and the prosperity is exhausted. Leaning against the clouds hides loneliness, even if others laugh at me.

Thirty-nine, the other side of the flower, seriously injured, next to the Sanshengshi, love for life, next to the Naihe Bridge, but the past life has passed, heartbroken grass grows, and acacia is constantly lost.

Forty years old, I don't know what lingers in my arms. It's boring to wake up, boring to be drunk, and I've never been to Xie Qiao in my dreams.

4 1. The butterfly is very beautiful. After all, butterflies can't fly across the sea.

Forty-two, if you can't do what you want to do, it's better to be a bright moon, and the fifteenth will be round once forever.

Forty-three, the fate of dust has always been like water, and tears are rare. Why do you do your best? Don't be sentimental, love to hurt yourself.

Forty-four, a look at the city, two peach blossoms, how much affection, fell into the soil with a little cinnabar around you, two needles and one needle, several times of melancholy, two lines of tears, how much sadness, a lonely lamp when the rain passed, a few years, how much beauty was destroyed.

Forty-five, green mountains and green waters are always there, and it is difficult to stay. The water is unfathomable, and the shadow of fish swims in the sun. The wind blows the trees like noise, and the white birds sing on the moon is love. The sound of hooves is endless, and the world is not worried.

The breathtaking classic ancient style, talk about the classic aesthetic literature ancient style, talk about it.

1. I have been haggard all my life. Blow it away again, and the string will be broken and the confidant will be disappointed. Recalling the past is the most fascinating, and the moon is still in the cup. Here we go again. The dream marks are blurred. The fate of dust has always been like water, and it is rare to shed tears. Why do you do your best? Don't be sentimental, love to hurt yourself.

2. flesh and blood are related to branches and leaves, and making friends is also related. All men are brothers, who is a passer-by? Besides, I am connected to a tree, and I am like my son. It used to be an affair, but now it's time to participate. The former is similar in length, while the latter is like Hu and Qin. Only when you are gone will your kindness be renewed every day. Weeds in Luming Literature Temple can be compared to guests. I have a bottle of wine that I want to give to people far away. May my son stay and think about it and talk about this life.

3. Do it again and get out of your life. Since then, you and I have traveled thousands of miles, I am in heaven, and you are in heaven. It's a long way to Xiu Yuan, and it will be safe. North Malaysia is still attached to the north wind, south birds fly north, and nest in the south branch. The longer they are apart, the wider they become and the thinner they become. Wandering clouds cover the sun, and wanderers are reluctant to return in foreign countries. Just because I want you to age me, another year will soon end. There are many other things to say, just wish you take care of yourself and don't be hungry and cold.

Ran Ran is an isolated bamboo, which is rooted in Mount Tai. I'm newly married to you, and Tutsi is attached to her daughter. Sometimes, it is suitable for couples. I married you thousands of miles away from home, just married, and you left me. Always thinking of a gentleman, too late to drive. I am a self-evident, pure and pure orchid, which is in bud and ready to be presented to you. I'm afraid to collect when you don't come back, and the autumn rain will wither like autumn grass in the wind. Liang Jun holds a grand festival. What is a concubine?

There are tall buildings in the northwest, flush with the clouds. Cross sparse junction window, aging third order. There is a string song on the screen with a sad voice. Who can compose this song? No one is Qi Liang's wife. Merchants in the Qing Dynasty drifted with the wind in the Middle Song Dynasty. Sighing again and again, generosity is more than sadness. I don't care whether the singer is bitter or not, but I hurt my bosom friend. I am willing to fly high for the duet crane.

6. Altair, Jiao Jiao Hehan female. Skillful hands, make a loom. There is no chapter all day, and tears are pouring down. The river is clear and shallow, and there are many differences. Between water and water, there are no words.

7. The bright moon shines at night, promoting the east wall. Yuheng refers to Meng Dong, and the stars are vivid. Thousands of years of exposure to weeds, the season suddenly changes. In the woods of Qiu Chan, the mysterious bird died peacefully? Yesterday, I was a friend of the same family, holding high and shaking six purlins. If you don't want to join hands, you will abandon me like a relic. There is a fight between the north and the south, and the morning glory does not bear the yoke. Good without a solid stone, what good is a false name?

8. Those who go are sparse, and those who come are close. Looking straight outside Guo's door, I saw the mountains. The ancient tomb plows the fields, and the pine and cypress destroy the wages. I hate many poplars in Taiwan, and I am worried about killing people. Thinking about going home, I want to go home for no reason.

9. If you were born before 100, you will always worry that you are a thousand years old. The days are short and the nights are long. Why not travel by candlelight? If you eat, drink and be merry, you can't stay here. Fools cherish expenses, but they are despised by future generations. Fairy Wang Ziqiao, it's hard to wait.

10. The cypress trees of Qingqing Mausoleum and the stones of Leilei River. Life between heaven and earth is like a passer-by. Drink and socialize, talk thick but not thin. Driving a car, playing the game of Wanhe Luo. Why are you depressed in Romania? The crown belt is self-contained. Long winding paths lead to secluded and narrow lanes, and princes live first. The two palaces face each other at a distance, and the double gap exceeds 100 feet. This is a feast to entertain your mind, and you are forced by it.

1 1. Drive to the east gate and see Guo Bei's tomb. Poplar rustling, pine and cypress wide. There are dead people and long tombs under Chen. Sleeping in a grave won't last a thousand years. The vast yin and yang move, and life is like morning dew. Life is suddenly like sending, and life is not solid. Long live and send more, saints can't do it. Seeking immortality by eating is mostly caused by medicine. Why don't you drink some wine and wear tens of thousands of sous?

12. Grass by the green river and willow in the dark garden. Yingying is a woman upstairs with eyes as bright as windows. E-E's pink makeup makes her hands delicate. She used to be a housewife, but now she is a slut. It's hard to stay in an empty bed without going home.

13. There are strange trees in the court with gorgeous green leaves. Climbing a pole and folding its glory will be a legacy. The incense is full of sleeves, and the road is long. This thing is expensive, but it feels different from then.

14. The dusk is sad, and the dusk is sad. The cool wind rate has been severe, and the wanderer is cold and naked. Brocade left, and my robe clung to me. I stayed alone for a long night and dreamed of seeing Rong Hui. My hero only likes the ancient times, and it is beneficial to go to the Sui Dynasty. May you always smile and drive home hand in hand. It won't take long, and it's not too heavy. How can you fly in the wind without the wings of the morning wind? I hope to look forward to comfort and lead the distance. Rely on sentimentality, crying and touching Shuang Ye.