Beautiful paragraphs in classical Chinese

1. Find the most classic sentence describing beautiful women in ancient China: Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow: But the grace of heaven can't be hidden. As long as she smiles back, there are hundreds of spells. The makeup in the sixth house disappears, which warms and smoothes her skin's milky white crystal, the clouds in her hair, the petals on her cheeks, and the golden ripples of the crown when she acts. On the spring night, I am covered by warm hibiscus curtains, but, Li Bai: the cloud wants clothes and flowers to look good, and the spring breeze blows over the threshold to show wealth.

If Yushan didn't see her, it would be Yaochi meeting under the moon. ""a red dew incense, Wushan heartbroken.

Excuse me, who looks like Han Palace? The poor swallow relies on new cosmetics. ""Famous flowers pour out their countries and care for each other, and they are often laughed at by kings.

Explain that the spring breeze is infinitely hateful, and the agarwood pavilion is northward. Description of Xifeng: a pair of phoenix eyes, two curved arch eyebrows, slim figure, physique * * *, pink face with spring power, red lips with fishy smell before laughing; For Baoyu, his face is like a mid-autumn moon, his color is like a spring flower, his temples are like knives, his eyebrows are like pens, his eyes are like peach petals and his eyes are like eyes.

If you laugh sometimes when you are angry, you will be angry, affectionate, longing for family, and your language will often laugh. A natural charm lies in the brow, and all kinds of feelings in life are known in the corner of the eye; For Daiyu: two bends are like frowning brows, and one bend seems to be happy but not happy.

The state has two sorrows, and it is sick. Tears a little, breath slightly.

In leisure, it shines like a beautiful flower on the water, while in action, it is like a weak willow blowing the wind. The heart knows better than the stem, and the disease is not as good as the west.

Beautiful demon and leisure, take Sanchi road. Ran Ran has many soft strips, fluttering leaves, busy sleeves and a gold ring on his wrist.

She wears a sparrow gold hairpin on her head and an emerald green jade on her waist. The pearls are shining, and corals and pearls are interspersed.

How does Yi fly? How can he fly away with the wind? Looking at the glory from afar, if the noise is like the beauty of the world, it is like Chu; The beauty of Chu lies in Mo Ruochen; The beauty minister is the son of boss Mo Ruochen.

The owner's son, adding one point is too long, subtracting one point is too short, the powder is too white, and the vermicelli is too red. Eyebrows are like jade feathers, muscles are like snow, waist is like a bundle, and teeth are like scallops.

Smile, confuse Yangcheng and fall in love with Cai. However, this woman has been spying on me on the wall for three years and is still not allowed.

Its shape is as beautiful and elegant as Youlong. Glory Qiuju, Song Chun, Hua Mao.

As light as Yun Zheyue, swaying as the wind flowing back to the snow. Looking from a distance, if the sun shines; If you are forced to check it, it will burn like a wave.

If the shoulders are cut, the waist is as good as the elements. Neck stretching looks good, and its quality is exposed.

If you don't add Fang Ze, you will get rich in lead. The clouds are towering and the eyebrows are repaired.

Red lips are bright outside, white teeth are fresh inside, bright eyes are good at looking, and cymbals help. Elegant, elegant and quiet.

Tender as water, charming language. In Nineteen Ancient Poems (Luo Shen Fu), women's "element" and "good", that is, the characteristics of "white", are all praised.

And there are many words like "skin is like ice and snow", "skin is like snow", "skin is like frozen fat" and "teeth are white". Book of Songs. The Millennium is frost. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side.

Tracing back and forth, the road is blocked and long. Swim back from it, in the middle of the water

This is sad and sad, and the Millennium is not a sunrise. The so-called Iraqis are in the water.

Tracing back and forth from it, the road is blocked and broken. Swim back from the inside and swim in the water.

Jia Cai, peace and prosperity have not passed. The so-called Iraqis are in the water.

Go back and follow, the road is blocked and turn right. Swim back from the inside and swim in the water.

When the moon comes out, it is bright and beautiful. Shu Yao corrected Xi.

I'm worried. When the moon came out, it was beautiful and you were worried.

Worried. The moon is shining, the people are shining and the sun is shining.

I am in pain. Qingpingdiao1-Li Baiyun wants clothes and flowers, and the spring breeze blows the threshold to reveal wealth.

If Yushan didn't see her, it would be Yaochi meeting under the moon. Qingpingdiao 2-Li Baihong dew fragrance, sex and rain heartbroken; Excuse me, who looks like Han Palace? The poor swallow leans against her new clothes.

Qingpingdiao 3-Li Bai's famous flowers pour into the country, and they are often laughed at by the king of Chu. Explain that it is infinitely hateful, and Shen Xiangting is north.

There are beautiful women in the north, and they are peerless and independent. Take care of the city first, then the country.

It's best not to know the whole city and country? Beautiful women are hard to find, and they are idle when they get beautiful women, so they choose Sanchi Road. Ran Ran has many soft strips, fluttering leaves, busy sleeves and a gold ring on his wrist.

She wears a sparrow gold hairpin on her head and an emerald green jade on her waist. The pearls are shining, and corals and pearls are interspersed.

How does Yi fly? How can he fly away with the wind? Looking at the glory from afar, if the noise is like the beauty of the world, it is like Chu; The beauty of Chu lies in Mo Ruochen; The beauty minister is the son of boss Mo Ruochen.

The owner's son, adding one point is too long, subtracting one point is too short, the powder is too white, and the vermicelli is too red. Eyebrows are like jade feathers, muscles are like snow, waist is like a bundle, and teeth are like scallops.

Smile, confuse Yangcheng and fall in love with Cai. However, this woman has been spying on me on the wall for three years and is still not allowed.

-Excerpted from Song Yu's "The Loser", the so-called beauty should take flowers as the appearance, birds as the sound, the moon as the god, jade as the bone, ice and snow as the skin, autumn water as the posture and poetry as the heart. Embroidered hibiscus smiles, leans on Baoyu duck's fragrant cheeks, and guesses.

Full of palaces and slender waists. You can't be old until you are old.

She just got married and tied her hair in a bun. The first time I learned to make up seriously, just like a beautiful figure drawn from a sculptor or sculptor, my face showed a kind of fear and shame.

Every gesture is very charming and lovely. Pale eyebrows like autumn water, jade muscles with breeze, Ying Ying dances beautifully and has a soft waist.

Zhang Tailiu, Zhaoyangyan. Dressed in gold, the banquet is a golden contest.

Gu Xiang bricklaying, silk tube initial adjustment, leaning against the wind and wearing a ring. When you first enter the dress, you will be promoted.

Be brave and gradually push the sandalwood board. Slowly down Xia Xia's sleeve, ran to Lian Bu, and advanced and retreated in a strange way.

Not only that, it's heartbreaking to look back. Listen to the clang of iron rings. Laugh at the spring peaches, the clouds pile up green buns, the lips open cherry blossoms, and the teeth spit durian. The slim waist is clear, the return air dances with snow, the pearls are bright, and the forehead is full of goose yellow. The water chestnut leaves are lingering in the wind, and the boat wears deep in the lotus.

Every lang wants to bow his head and laugh, and Biyu scratches his head and falls into the water. When you are among the flowers, you should be angry and happy. You should wander by the pool if you can fly. The moth is laughing and laughing, but there will be nothing to say. Lianbu is moving and waiting to stop. I admire each other's goodness, beauty and sparkling articles. The most important thing is that I look back and smile, and all kinds of customs are between my eyebrows.

Blush, earrings and pearls swaying. The cloud is soaked in ink, and the head is stuck in the phoenix.

The green onion and jade fingers are like orchids, and the three-inch golden lotus is like a gold ingot. Cloud sleeves lightly move butterfly dance, slim waist slowly twist silk sash.

I love your beautiful face, beautiful attitude and beautiful phoenix. In fact, Chun Mei is covered with snow. Because it is clean, autumn chrysanthemum is frosty. Because it is quiet, the pine tree is empty. Because it is beautiful, it reflects the pond. As it writes, it swims in the winding swamp. As its soul, it shoots cold rivers on the moon. It should be ashamed of writing.

2. Ask for a good-looking ancient prose. Tell me about the so-called blue shirt, which was crowned with three bunches. Now, some people are already proud of this singer ..... who is indifferent to flowers, yet I feel the harmonious heart-beat of the Sacred Unicorn.

I began to miss those colorless lives again. Like a love that consumes everything, it goes up and down.

Just left. Left early.

The only thing is that there are many feelings. Helpless.

The flowing water is melodious and the candlelight is melancholy. Sighing that white clothes are better than snow, grass grows and warblers fly.

Only three beams, blue force. I also want to ask who is the spring when white clothes win snow?

Flowers win spring, and butterflies dance for whom. The so-called literati have been in love with each other since ancient times, and there is no reason to lament that it is difficult to meet a bosom friend in autumn. From today on, there is a feeling of attachment. If the flowers are like water, when you look back, the years are still quiet. Then, Enron is a flower's smile to another flower, which makes the dust in my heart swing away and a breeze blows away the strange flower. In this way, my heart has no shore, and the world has no end. You smiled, I waved, and a lonely road opened to both ends. Who finally broke the string, the flower fell off his shoulder, how many beauties he lost, and how many pieces of acacia he broke, leaving only blood, tears and ink.

Autumn wind, through the dust, clouds, running water, silently, stay in the world of mortals, waiting for an agreement, the vast land is broken by a sword, where the prosperity falls. Leaning against the clouds hides loneliness, even though others laugh at me and drink thousands of feet, it is hard to wave a wisp of affection in the quiet night.

Fragments of the past, into a lifetime of sorrow. Unforgettable, long-lasting thoughts are torn into silk thread.

I hate that I can't sleep at night, and my thoughts are scattered everywhere. I cut out a thin Leng Yue and remember it vividly, forming a continuous relationship. Tonight; Walking in the moonlight, let the past fly and fall on every string, touching the sound like a complaint.

Missing in the soft and broken arms filled the night, turned into a low voice, lingering into a thin sadness, hiding in a corner of the night, full of faint sadness, tears and lonely stars, broken dreams and cold clothes. Yan in the mirror, looking through the curtains under the thin moon, is full of sad expectations.

I always want to hide from your memories, return to the final peace, and calm my heart. However, at the moment of turning your head, you forgot the tenderness of the Millennium and planted an unforgettable injury for me in this life; If you are drunk, you will be drunk and have endless worries in this life.

Inside and outside the volume, every word is engraved in the heart, and only one song sings the same bottom. Autumn water is long, and the sun is like blood.

Looking back on the past, sadness and joy, laughing unparalleled, whispering dreams, light pity on the pillow, picturesque and like a dream. Your grace crossed my eyes, turned into a curtain dream, sprinkled on the soft moonlight night, gently provoked countless obstacles; In the past, all kinds of feelings were soft, but they still fell on the eyebrows, tender and lingering, and fragrant; Gentle and full of poetry, with the night, but leaving shallow tears to pick up a fragrance on the face, sprinkling a string of misty rain, the flowers are all over the world, drunk and fragrant, flowers and dust, infatuation has not changed.

Time is the carving knife of memory, carving the chapters of the years. Those painful but beautiful nicks often reflect the vague years, and the ripples of memories are like a gorgeous illusion ... flowers bloom. Flowers are fragrant, but flowers are sad.

Looking back, the fleeting time sang the sadness of a place.

When I got it, it was bright and sad, and it was completed as a fallen flower silhouette. In every windy day, watching the wind sway in the years, let my thoughts drift by, and gradually become dull in a cup of faint tea fragrance.

Those pains that have settled in the years can be safely and gently poured on the fleeting picture. In the rainy south of the Yangtze River, you said I was the wind and I was the lotus.

Why doesn't the wind stay for me? Dancing stories, such as lotus flowers in the wrong year and season, only count the eyes of time in the eyes of a cup of tea. Looking back, love used to be before the flowers fell, and the flowers drifted away, and there was a faint fragrance in the spare place. Who's hurt? Looking back, love was once the life of Haixu, and the field changed, and the old vows were swallowed with the wind.

Cut the sky, a beautiful bay and a canoe, it will be an ancient painting. Tianshui is the same color, poetic and picturesque.

Whether she goes or not, her beauty has been born in her heart.

A song buried flowers, singing life and death; Two lines of lovesick tears, sighing. Cloud boiling water blooms like a dream, and the fleeting time blooms elegant flowers on the tree of time. Years leave an unforgettable mark in the heart of time and meet quietly.

About memory, deep or shallow; About missing, there are also strong and weak. Condense a drop of rain and listen to the smile of flowers; Touch a piano, let the clouds roll and relax.

When meeting, don't ask if it's robbery or fate. Butterflies are drunk for flowers, but flowers fly with the wind, flowers dance and cry, flowers cry and petals fly, flowers bloom for whom to thank, and flowers thank for whom to grieve.

Looking back at the whole country, I smiled. The disabled are charming and colorful, but the Taoist priest has changed. I once said that I would have a fleeting time, but I can only recall your surprise when you look back. Facts have proved that everything is wrong, and I am very disappointed, and I am with me. The memory of shame opens a poem, an idea disappears, and a verse.

One word is incense, one is graceful and restrained, and the other is colorful dance and huachi. One night is like a lifetime, and one day has mixed feelings.

Subtle beauty and charm, smile and look back. The world of mortals rolled in a hurry, so I made another wish on the shore of Sanshengshi: I would like to be a stone bridge for 500 years, a wind blowing for 500 years, a sun exposure for 500 years and a rain beating for 500 years.

Just to wait for you to step on my foot in a certain month and time. In this life, I am you, forgetting the beauty of the Millennium.

You are my gaze for a thousand years. Although Qian Fan has passed away, I still miss you very much, as always.

You are my yearning for thousands of years in autumn water. Flowers turn into mud, lonely and self-flowing, a kind of yearning and a kind of desolation.

On the first day of the month, cool dew stained clothes, light cold hit the heart. The moon sinks in the west and the moon is full in the west wing. Where is Jun? Who and * * *? Who is an excuse, a casual gaze, leaving lingering tenderness in time, how can it be a manipulation of fate and die quietly; Who listened to the wind and thought it was a parting song, which stung the fleeting time in the palm print, and the beauty that passed away was not just missing.

On the world of mortals, who crossed my other shore, wandering around this ferry with the promise of previous lives, quietly waiting for the return of Iraqis. Helpless, Qian Fan, is not the person I want to wait for.

The world of mortals is a lonely flower after all. Like the smoke of the past, I don't know who fell in love with whom, just like the memory of a dream, I don't know who is waiting.

Say goodbye to you, don't ask what you hurt. A few flowers bloom, a sigh, and a little sadness. An accidental meeting is also an inevitable separation.

Maybe no one can choose, and whoever chooses is whose fault. A few years.

3. Beautiful, sad and beautiful sentences and ancient poems by China, change your life with my three fireworks.

2. I am young and energetic.

3, long street, fireworks, you look back, low pavilion, red dust rolling, I sigh again.

4. Who finally broke the string and the flower fell on the shoulder, blurred.

5, how many beauties have been lost, how many pieces of acacia have been broken, and only the blood-stained ink is crying.

6, the vast land is broken with a sword, where the bustling songs fall. Leaning against the clouds hides loneliness, even if others laugh at me.

7. Let him know everything and smile at you.

8. Send a song to Jun, and don't invite people to get together at the end of the song.

9. Who scattered the smoke, who scattered the vertical and horizontal ties.

I want to find a book with beautiful ancient Chinese sentences, that is, the book is full of beautiful ancient Chinese sentences. Ann Yiru's Life as First Seen

At that time, only Tao was ordinary.

Think naively

A love that consumes everything slowly returns.

Cherish the Spring Festival

Where is the beauty?

Human peach blossom

The wind blows pear blossoms, and in the soft moonlight, what comes back is a little bit of beauty's quiet heart, which turns into pear blossoms and falls in your palm. Don't do this, often not once, and you will be wrong in this life.

Sometimes, there is only one wall between you and me; Sometimes, it is just a door; Sometimes, just across a cluster of flowers, a willow vaguely looks at each other, but it just can't be any closer. Loving you is like dancing alone in self-pity against the shadow between heaven and earth. You are my hidden mirror image.

How many things and emotions are indescribable in life? And when you want to explain, there is no chance? Between cherishing and ignoring gains and losses, people keep tossing and turning.

If there is no north-south road in front of the door, you can avoid parting in this life. It's dusk, and the party is over. Seriously, I can't keep you. However, there is no need to stay. Life comes and goes for different reasons. People, if they have something to do, it is better to go on the road. You know, tomorrow is the end of the world, and I will follow you.

Suddenly I remembered the sentence "Time is too thin, fingers are too wide". Running water has passed, years have passed, and decades have passed by. Looking back, it is like a dream. So what if it's bleak!

No, everyone, when suddenly looking back, has the opportunity to see the person waiting in the dim light. So, I can only find her in my memory.

I like these books very much.

5. Beautiful ancient prose 1, change your life with my three fireworks.

2, let him know everything and smile at you.

3, send you a song, don't ask the end of the song.

There are trees and branches in the mountain, I wonder if you are happy.

That's it, mountains and rivers will never see each other again.

6. Once you go to Qiu Lai in spring, the flowers fall and everyone dies.

7. The still water is deep and the songs are sung; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy.

8. As beautiful as flowers and jade, it seems that the years have passed, and you can go back to the past, but you can't go back to the beginning.

9. Dark clouds cover the moon, and people are nowhere to be found. I can't tell you how lonely I am.

10, the sky is not old, and love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.

1 1, it seems that this star was not standing in the dark for whom Feng Lou stood last night.

12, butterflies are beautiful. After all, butterflies can't fly over the sea.

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

14, mountains and rivers meet, smiling for you.

15, the fog cleared, I woke up, and I finally saw the truth, which was Qian Fan's silence.

16, at both ends of life, we stand on the other side of each other.

17, the vast land is broken with one sword. Where is the prosperity? Leaning against the clouds hides loneliness, even if others laugh at me.

18, don't look back, why not forget. Since there is no chance, there is no need to call names. Today, everything is like water. Tomorrow night, you will be a stranger.

19, the heart is moving, but it is far away, things are not right, people are not right, things are not right, and the past cannot be traced.

20. Maybe it's a marriage in a previous life, or maybe it's a fate in the next life. Seeing each other in this life only adds to the fruitless resentment.

2 1, who should be robbed by who has become the obsession.

22, turn around, a wisp of Leng Xiang is far away, the snow is deep, and the smile is shallow. Will you fight me in the afterlife?

23, a flower and a world, a leaf and a pursuit. A song and a sigh, a person's life.

24, dust has always been like water, it is rare to cry, why bother? Don't be sentimental, love to hurt yourself.

25, one year old, one day without a day, one autumn after another, one generation urges the next generation to get together and leave, one person is happy and one person is sad, one person is lying on the couch, and one person is looking for a group of acquaintances in life and dreams. He will know each other for a while, play for a while and sing for a while.