A nice sentence in classical Chinese

1. Are there any beautiful ancient poems that I hope can help you ~ ~ ~ If life is just like the first time, why draw an autumn wind fan?

Use the fireworks of my life to change the confusion of your life. There are countless fireworks in the long street. You look back with the lights, the pavilions are short, the world of mortals is rolling, and I sigh again.

How many beauties have been worn out and how many pieces of acacia have been broken, leaving only blood-stained ink to cry in chaos. The vast land is broken with a sword, and the prosperity is gone.

Leaning against the clouds hides loneliness, even if others laugh at me. Let him know everything and smile for you.

Send a song to you, don't invite people to get together at the end of the song. Listen to the string and break three thousand infatuations.

Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips.

There are trees on the mountain and branches on the tree. My heart likes you. You don't know that. Once upon a time, there were tall buildings that sang at night and had dancing sleeves on them.

Spring goes and spring comes, beauty is old, flowers fall and people die. As beautiful as flowers and pure as jade, I can go back to the past, but I can't go back to the beginning.

Ten years of life and death are two boundless, I don't think about it, I will never forget it, I am alone in a grave, and there is nowhere to talk. Butterflies are beautiful, but they can't fly over the sea after all.

Finally, the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River covered the whole world. After the glory of China, it was just a scene, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever. At both ends of life, we stood on each other's shore.

The fate of gathering and parting is like water, just for a word, waiting for the next encounter. Looking at the sun and the moon that day, there was silence. Green mountains and green waters, stretching from generation to generation; Just like in my heart, you never left, never changed.

My heart is moving, but I feel far away. Things are wrong, people are wrong, things are wrong, and the past cannot be traced. Maybe it's the marriage in the last life, maybe it's the fault in the next life. Meeting in this life will only increase fruitless resentment.

Year after year, day after day, autumn after autumn, one generation urges another to get together and leave, one is happy and one is sad, and one is living in a dream. Just because I think, when I look back on you, I miss your dynasty and dusk.

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

2. A good China poem "Ji Shi" is cut.

When he saw it, Confucius said, "Something will happen to Ji's family." Confucius said, "Please! Nothing is wrong, and my husband is uncomfortable. The former king thought he was in the east of the country and was a minister of the country.

Why cut it? You Ran said, "The master wants it, but my two ministers don't want it." Confucius said, "beg! Zhou Renyou said:' Chen Li is in the column, and those who can't stop it are also.

If you don't grasp the danger, but don't help, you won't use it, and you will talk too much. Who is to blame? You Ran said: "Today, the husband is sturdy and solid, which is close to the cost. If you don't take it today, future generations will have trouble. "

Confucius said, "Please! A sick gentleman will give up what he wants and do it. Qiu also heard that people with state-owned families do not suffer from inequality because of widowhood, nor do they feel anxious because of poverty.

There is no poverty, no poverty and no peace. If the husband is so, people so far away will not accept it, so practice self-discipline.

Let nature take its course Today, from seeking and seeking, we are in harmony with the Lord. Far people refuse to accept and do not come, and the country falls apart and cannot be kept; Start a war in this state.

I am afraid of internal misfortune, not in Zhuan Xu, but in Xiao Qiang. "Advise the gentleman to say: you can't learn.

Green is taken from blue, and green is blue; Ice, water, but colder than water. Wood is straight in the rope, not a wheel, and its curve is in the gauge.

Although there is a crisis, those who stop coming forward will make it happen. Therefore, the wood is straight by the rope, the gold is sharp, the gentleman is knowledgeable, and he saves himself every day, so he knows clearly without fault.

Think all day long, it is better to learn it in a moment; I've tasted it and I'm looking forward to it. Let's go hiking. Climb a trick, the arm does not lengthen, but the person you see is far away; Call with the wind, the sound does not add disease, but the listener is obvious.

Those who cheat horses are not good enough, but cause thousands of miles; A man who pretends to be a boat can't swim, but he can't swim. The life of a gentleman is the same, and the goodness lies in personal leave.

Accumulated soil becomes mountains, and the wind and rain are prosperous; The water drops merged into the ocean and the dragon was born; Accumulate goodness into virtue, the gods are complacent, and the sacred heart is prepared. Therefore, you can't take Wan Li Road without accumulating steps; If you don't accumulate small streams, you won't be a river.

Leap, not ten steps; This is a great contribution to the success of Ma Xu. Perseverance, rotten wood can't be carved; Perseverance, the stone can be carved.

Earthworms do not have the advantages of minions, and their bones and muscles are strong. They eat the earth and drink the yellow land with their hearts. The crab kneels six times and pinches twice. People who are not without sustenance in the snake and scorpion cave are impatient in their hearts.

Teachers say that Han Yu, an ancient scholar, must have a teacher. Teacher, so preach and teach to solve doubts.

People are not born knowing, who can have no doubt? If you are confused and don't follow the teacher, you will be confused and you will never understand. Before I was born, I studied Tao before I was born, so I learned from Tao. After I was born, I studied Taoism first, so I studied Taoism.

I am a teacher, and I know that my husband was born to me! Therefore, there is nothing expensive, nothing cheap, nothing long and nothing short, the existence of Tao and the existence of teachers. Ha ha! Teachers' teaching has been handed down for a long time, so it's hard not to be confused.

The ancient sages are far away, and they are still in the teacher's question; Today's people are far from saints, and they are ashamed to learn from their teachers. So saints are good for saints, and fools are good for fools.

What makes saints holy and fools stupid? If you love your son, choose a teacher to teach him. If you are in his body, you will feel ashamed and confused for your teacher. This is not what I call the boy's teacher. He teaches and learns their sentences from readers.

I don't know, I don't understand, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know. Witch doctors, musicians and skilled workers are not ashamed to learn from each other, while those who say "teachers" and "disciples" get together and talk and laugh.

When asked, he said: he is almost the same as that year, and the way is similar. His humble position is full of shame, and his official position is close to admiration. Oh! Obviously, the teacher's path has gone.

Witch doctor, musician, skilled worker. My son is contemptuous, but now his wisdom is out of reach, strange and embarrassing! Saint impermanence teacher.

Confucius studied under Confucius, Xunzi, Shi Xianghe and Lao Dan. Scorpions' disciples are not as clever as Confucius.

Confucius said, "In a threesome, there must be a teacher." So disciples don't have to be inferior to teachers, and teachers don't have to be superior to disciples.

There is a sequence of knowledge, and there is specialization in the industry, that's all. Seventeen-year-old Li is good at classical Chinese and six arts, and is famous for his ambition. Whenever, he learns from others.

Yu Jiaqi can take the ancient road, and the teacher said to go. Shu, Li Bai, oh, they are all very sad, but high and dangerous! ! The difficulty of Shu Dao is difficult to go to the sky! Until the two rulers of this area forced their way through in the foggy age.

Forty-eight thousand years have passed. Don't talk to Qin Sai. And Dabaishan, to the west, still has only one bird path, all the way to the peak of Emei.

Once it was broken by an earthquake, some brave people lost it, and then the ladder stone pile was hooked. On the high flag, six dragons drive the sun, and far below, the river lashes its twisted channel.

Such a height is difficult for a yellow crane, poor monkey, they only have claws to use. The Green Mud Mountain is made up of many circles. For every hundred steps, we have to turn nine times in the middle of its mound.

Panting, we passed Orion, passed Jingxing, and then fell to the ground with our arms folded and groaned. We doubt whether this path to the west will never end. It is too steep to climb.

Nothing can be heard except the cries of birds surrounded by ancient forests. The male bird rotates smoothly and follows the female bird. When I arrived, I heard cuckoo's melancholy cry again. I was worried about the dangers of the empty mountain and the Shu Road, and it was difficult to get to the sky! Even hearing it makes your cheeks pale.

The highest cliff is less than a foot from heaven, and the withered pine trees hang low on the cliff surface. Flying rapids and waterfalls compete to make noise, slap cliffs and turn stones into mountains and canyons.

You've come a long way at all risks! Although the pass of the watchtower is strong and steep, one person guards it and ten thousand people can't beat it. What if he is not loyal, but a wolf to his companions? .

There are hungry tigers in the daytime, and there are poisonous reptiles at night. Their teeth and fangs are ready to kill people like hemp. Although the Silk City is beautiful, I'd rather go home soon.

The difficulty of Shu Dao is difficult to go to the sky! Look sideways to the west, it's getting longer. Pipa "Where do we lead with the melody?" Ask the name of the player. The voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered.

We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again. However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us.

... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings. Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life.

She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit. She brushes the strings, twists them slowly, sweeps them and plucks them, first "Nishang" and then "Six Yao".

Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets. Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.

Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice. The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop.

The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice. A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons.

Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk. The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river.

Epang Palace is endowed with six kings, one in the four seas, one in Shushan and one in Epang Palace. Overpressure more than 300 miles, isolation for 6 days.

Mount Li is built in the north and folded in the west, leading directly to Xianyang. Erchuan dissolves and flows into the palace wall.

Five steps to the first floor, ten steps to a pavilion; Corridor waist back, eaves high; Hold the terrain, intrigue. There are thousands of waves in the hive.

What is a cloudless dragon lying on a long bridge? After the road is empty, don't blame Eric? The mystery of high and low,

3. Su Shi, a beautiful ancient poem or prose "Jiangchengzi"

Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable.

A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.

Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.

At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated.

Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears

It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka.

Li Chi Ngai the soothsayer.

I live in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River and you live in the lower reaches.

I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water.

The water of the Yangtze River flows eastward for a long time, and I don't know when it will stop, and neither will their lovesickness and parting hatred.

I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning.

Qiu Yan ci

Yuan Haowen

Ask what love is in the world and teach life and death.

Flying in all directions, the old wings have been hot and cold several times.

Have fun, leave the bitterness, and there will be more children in school.

You should have a saying, Wan Li's cloud, Qian Shan's snow, only to whom.

Cross grave road, flute and drum when lonely, smoke is still flat.

What's the point of evocation? Shan Gui secretly calls the shots.

The sky is also jealous. If you don't believe it, birds and swallows are all loess.

For generations, leave it to poets to sing, drink and visit Qiu Yan.

4. 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.