On the sad space of ancient aesthetics

First, when it's warm and cold, it's the most difficult to give up drinking, three glasses of light wine. How can you compete with him? Being late is in a hurry.

Second, that love song is about romantic love, but it has nothing to do with you and me.

Third, this year's flowers are better than last year's, but next year's flowers are better.

Fourth, there are countless yellow flowers, Yun Lan, sunset, beauty, beauty, I don't know where.

5. There is a kind of dumb forbearance that is really a power of saving, and there is a kind of silence that is actually a shocking confession.

Sixth, the green hand plays and swings the string white.

Seventh, the butterfly disappeared and the candle burned me out.

Eight, reflection photos, thousands of curtains. Listen to it several times, where to lean on the flute and decorate the autumn scenery.

Nine, pedestrians can't bear to listen to complaints, and the wind stays in the flute.

Ten, past lives, I often look back, waving a handkerchief and floating into a cloud, how much I miss, how much I leave.

Eleven, the wind swept over the treetops and shattered the petals on the ground, which became the remnants of the season.

Twelve, there is a kind of forbearance is actually a kind of strength, and there is a kind of silence is actually a shocking confession.

Whether the lake is cool or not depends on how you comb your hair.

Fourteen, since ancient times, life has been affectionate, but unfortunately the affectionate way is ruthless.

I spent my youth in unrequited love, not just wanting to be with you.

Sixteen, who pity the soul, the sword soul and so on for thousands of years, who will continue me for thousands of years?

Seventeen, dust has always been like water, tears are rare, why do you do it? Don't be sentimental, love to hurt yourself.

Eighteen, all kinds of stories, but the feelings hurt; When Xiao Shui goes, the moon is like frost.

19, Xiao Xuan window, is dressing, caring for silence, but tears are thousands of lines.

Twenty, I will travel thousands of miles with the waves, where there is no moon by the river.

Twenty-one, it is difficult to do all the books, and a song is sad.

Twenty-two, who stopped my travel-stained?

23, the fog dispersed, I woke up, I finally saw the truth, that is Qian Fan's silence.

Twenty-four, the flowers are gone, but things are wrong; Love is still there, and fate is hard to continue.

Twenty-five, the troubles and injuries left to people. Whispering, thinking deeply. Fade away, sing empty sorrow. Continue to prosper, and where.

Twenty-six, you disturbed my dream, and you gave me half a life of desolation.

On Ancient Aesthetic Space

First, don't lose face, just look at the flowers in front of the court. Going or staying is unintentional, and it is easy to follow the clouds.

Second, the thin clouds have opened, the Milky Way has gone, the breeze has swept across the sky, and the moon is wide.

Three, mandarin ducks and butterflies fly together, and all the love is intoxicating.

Fourth, Ye, I have said goodbye. Like a drop after drop of tears, each drop draws the most beautiful arc. When the tears dried up, the tree fell asleep. Leaving is the theme of autumn.

Five, flowers from Shui Piao to water, a kind of acacia, two kinds of leisure.

Six, the grass tree knows that spring will come back soon, and all kinds of reds and purples beat Fang Fei.

7. In February and March of spring, the breeze is blowing slightly, and the drizzle falls from the sky for no reason. Thousands of soft willows relaxed their yellow-green eyes, red, white and yellow flowers, green grass and green leaves all came like market participants, forming a brilliant spring.

Eight, spring peony, summer peony, autumn chrysanthemum, winter plum blossom, romantic flowers, only passionate red beans, intersections, miss every minute and look forward to morning glory. Spend a wonderful full moon on Tanabata!

Nine, when the word "wild goose" returns, the moon is full of the West Building, and the flowers are drifting. A kind of lovesickness, there is no sorrow in both places, which cannot be eliminated, in the brow, but in the heart.

Ten, the unique apricot flower is like calling a guest, leaning against the wall and leaning against the sun.

Eleven, standing at a distance, in the fishy sunshine, watching those yellow and big flowers falling from the leaves, some just lying on the roof quietly, and some jumping naughty twice. Cars are all silent, so let them toss about. At that moment, I hesitated. If I start the car, a gust of wind can smooth those small yellow colors, and this warm mutual affection will be broken.

12. Who touched your hand through fluttering hair on a sunny afternoon in spring? Who took the wine you drank alone in countless gloomy white nights and burned the strong temperature into your chest? Who crushes the green Yuan Ye into damp decay in the soil season after season?

Thirteen, the autumn invasion is thin, and the frost is dyed with chrysanthemum fertilizer.

Fourteen, the eyebrows are thin and the waist is light. Make up overnight. Spring is fragrant, March is like the wind, and it is human.

Fifteen, the clear sky cranes row clouds, attracting poetry and fairies.

Sixteen, spring scenery bothers me to sleep, and the moon moves the railing.

Seventeen, a boat, a silk stick and an inch hook. Sing a song, drink a bottle of wine, and catch an autumn moon alone.

18. The matchmaker pours wine frequently. Crane Immortal the tortoise came to celebrate his birthday. Cheers, new with the times, green hair and jade are as old as before.

19. When the sun sets, I can't sleep at night with the door closed. On the Double Ninth Festival, the moon in other places is more round.

Twenty, autumn wind in Wan Li, sunset Huang Yun high.

Talk about the sad ancient style of qq space

First, when he is surprised, he is absolutely brilliant and not good at doing things. The world called his son unparalleled. He was a teenager in the world, and finally climbed the nine-story pagoda to dominate the world. His life is pure and flawless, and it is true to say that he is a romantic world. He is surrounded by picturesque mountains and rivers, but he is willing to cover them for him. Peach branches make promises, red scarves make promises, and red lines meet under peach trees. This is a legend for thousands of years. This scene, above, he searched the green void, below, the yellow "Gone with the Times"

Second, the poem book Millennium Shuixie Zeng Xie Wang Sleeve Wind Back to Snow Mountain Temple When will the night bell go to the hometown of the old passenger ship? Still singing in the snow? Who wrote the Millennium Poetry Book?

Third, even this bright flame of love will only be ashes? Yesterday was half an inch, today is half an inch.

4. From from a pot of wine among the flowers and from a pot of wine among the flowers, I drink alone. No one is with me. This life is like the shadow of the moon, drinking alone.

Fifth, good temperament, talent is better than fairy. There is little natural loneliness. Your way is to spit out the meat and see the continuation of the front edge as vulgar; But I don't know that people who are too tall are more likely to be jealous. They are too clean to share the suspicion. Alas, people in the ancient temple of Deng Qing are getting old, and the red foundation is full of spring scenery. In the end, I'm ashamed and go against your wishes. In this way, the flawless jade was trapped in the mud; Why, the prince sighed.

Sixth, the still water depth, singing songs; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy.

Besides the triple snow on you, who else in the world is wearing white?

Eight, a moment of life

9. Blue Bridge Chun Xue Catch-Up Day

Ten, snow after snow, buried a thousand-story tower, separated from life and death, lonely and unbearable.

Eleven, time flies, and the lost figure pours into people. Since we are strangers, who is who? Things are different, prosperity is exhausted, and you forget to be in the Jianghu!

Twelve times, once, you cried shamelessly for him! You are the sand blown into my eyes, which blurs my eyes and can't see the sky clearly. This is a busy ending, not the whole city or this country, but everything to me. What do you want? Be together for life. Or a greedy day. I want it. Just a simple but stable life. Love to death, running water under the bridge The best happiness is the care you give.

Thirteen, if the pianist is a string sound, send a message.

Fourteen, the long Huai looks broken, and the wind and rain turn into tears. A little sadness turns into running water. Swallows fly together, close at hand. This life is full of dreams, and spring is always charming. I have nothing to say to the sky, and I hope to get drunk.

Fifteen, the smoke on the market, the smoke on the market, hid my frivolous, buried my life's frivolous.

Sixteen, the world of mortals is like water, with whom beautiful people cry, flying with me, white stone reincarnation lights dim, drunk and heartbroken. Bai shou returned to his life without regrets, and there was a dark shadow outside the window on rainy days. Who are you frowning for? Everything is like a song, blowing away bitter tears.

Seventeen, a thought, the end of the world, a thought, the end of the world, from heaven to purgatory, I passed by the world and covered the world, but it was always prosperous. I missed my whole life, like flying flowers scattered like smoke, flowers easily fell, and the moon was difficult to round. Only flowers and the moon seemed to be happy, and dust was always like water. Why should I try my best? Don't be sentimental, love to hurt yourself.

Eighteen, your warm words, folded into the Tang and Song Dynasties, paved the text tonight. A kind of love can only be sent in a dream, and I, like a butterfly in a dream, dance in the slender moonlight, waiting for the dawn.

Look, who is sitting under the bodhi tree, counting the flowers falling on the curtains after the season. Soft whispers, rustling sighs, mumbling acacia, charming the enchanting youth of rouge. Listen, who is playing the sad chord in the world of mortals? Who is it, indulging in the misty rain and the world of mortals, writing all the human customs, a Tang poem, a Song poem, and a flute lingering fragrance, which made me nostalgic in previous lives.

Twenty, a touch of purples of the years adorned the spring and autumn of my life; The streamer of fireworks shattered the moment of youth. Misty rain and red dust, who disturbed the old dreams of youth; When the dust settles, who will tell the feelings of parting? Listen, the flute is long in the distance, but it hurts. Look, there is a long stream nearby, but it's like a dream. Who can see through the world of mortals, who can speak shallowly, and who can put out this fireworks?

Twenty-one, the sound of the lyre, the dream back to Taigu, the spirit cloud sword singing, the book wonderful.

Twenty-two, the lakeside lovesickness gallery points red makeup.

Twenty-three, there is a beautiful woman, I can't forget it, I haven't seen her for a day, and I feel crazy.

Twenty-four, the fire pathetically lit up the night city, and it was getting dark at dawn.

I don't believe in happiness, I believe in you.

Twenty-six, travel all over Jiangbei and return to Jiangnan.

Twenty-seven, the face of a lifetime, in the red dust of passing scenery, we passed by. Who is whose scenery? I only know that when distance is no longer distance, we will meet, form water, condense into ice, or turn into dust. I hope you are my most beautiful scenery and I am the one you have been waiting for.

Twenty-eight, I saw the old branches of tung flowers, misty rain on the first floor. //Who will be disappointed with the aperture and feel the tears are low?

Twenty-nine, the world of mortals, I am dressed in white, my eyes are like snow, my youth overturned, I climbed mountains and rivers, I wrote for thousands of years, just staring at you for one person, keeping my promise with a simple mood, stepping into your warm city and spending every lonely time with you. May you be a legend between my lines, and may you be my constant reliance in this life, with your warm company and your weakness.

Thirty, if not, don't forget that Miss Ye and each other are still young.

We passed each other in the world of mortals. Who is whose scenery? I only know that when distance is no longer distance, we will meet, form water, condense into ice, or turn into dust. I hope you are my most beautiful scenery and I am the one you have been waiting for.

32. A kind of forbearance is actually a kind of strength, and a kind of silence is actually a shocking confession.

If you want to turn drunkenness into sorrow, don't hurt your heart by singing.

Thirty-four, the beauty dies before she gets old,//You paint late when the ink is stained with rain. //At the end of the tears, it rained cats and dogs.//Laugh and sigh the world of mortals.

Thirty-five, prosperous times, the pen is full of beauty; Clothes and feathers once moved to Beijing, holding hands and complaining deeply; Fishing drums, hate life before Ma Yupo; I still remember that on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, I was born three times, but on this night I rang the bell and made a heartbreaking sound. A faint plum soul, a wisp of dust with water, exhausted by shock, who listens to Yu Di; Buddha bone sandalwood, affectionate explanation to comfort piety, Luoyangchun warm wine to pour, time flows for a while, and sorrow adds tears for a while.

Antique talks about sadness, and antique space talks about the legacy of ancient rhyme.

1. My little girl is incompetent and can't hold the light with her husband in the west building. All her thoughts are in the waning moon. 2. A generation of two people will fight for two selflessness all their lives? Acacia don't look at each other, who is spring! Begging from the blue bridge is easy, but rushing into the blue shipwreck. If you allow me to visit Oxford, I will forget my poverty relatively. 3. Dreaming of being alone in a foreign land, but not knowing the calendar. It's sad that Gui Xiang left, so reading is still boring. Only sigh Qiu Lai most worried about the heart, fate has been exhausted, what hope. I dreamed of suddenly seeing you in the middle of the night. I'm fine. The beauty smiled. Walking hand in hand, sneaking behind. If you want to talk about old feelings, you can't say it. Come here, stranger. Ten years of life and death, I don't think about it, I will never forget it, I am lonely in the grave, and there is nowhere to be sad. There were no flowers in the New Year, but grass buds were seen in early February. Snow is too late for spring, and it is intended to fly for the flowers on the courtyard trees. 6. Ask the world of mortals how far it is. Who restrains himself from being chaotic, chaotic, empty, etc. , do not return to people. 7. The spring city is full of flowers, and the east wind and Ran Ran are different. The Jade Emperor was heard in the small garden at night, and whose home was Jiao Rui in the deep lane? 8. You said that when the flowers bloom, the grass will rest; Later, the pink willow leaves fell. You said, smile and wait for the old man to make an appointment; Later, the sleeves danced all my life and looked good. In prosperous times, you can't catch a glimpse of your face, but the charm of the whole city loves your face. 9. Change your life with my three fireworks. 10. The spring scenery is full of loneliness and lovesickness, and only the bright moon shines in the spring rain. 1 1. Ask the world how to 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. 12. Han soldiers have been omitted, and the song ended. Your majesty is exhausted, how can a concubine live! 13. Two people from generation to generation fight for two ecstasy. 14. Life is like a March flower, and I will miss it all my life. Come like flying flowers and disperse like smoke, and I don't know the age limit when I am drunk. 15. The weather is fine today, which is a pleasure for anyone. 16. For you, it's as beautiful as flowers and as beautiful as jade, like water passing by. This is a question of looking around in a quiet boudoir and feeling sorry for yourself. 17. In the afterglow of grass smoke, no one will lean on the bar and be silent. 18. I am three inches of snow under the eaves, and you are a surprise. 19. This year has passed, which should be a good time and a good scene. Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together? 20. Hating a gentleman is not like Jiang Lou, north and south, east and west, north and south, only with each other. Damn you, you are like the moon hanging high above the river, just perfect and gone, and I don't know when it will wait until the moon is round again. 2 1. I remember the first time Xiaoping met her, and her focus was on clothes. Acacia is written on the string of pipa. At that time, the bright moon was there, and it had returned according to the colorful clouds. 22. Who knows that thousands of nights, each pair of Yi Deng red. 23. I don't know that I am a guest in my dream and I am greedy for pleasure. 24. He is separate. He is Miao. The line is decadent and the center is shaken. Those who know me make me worry, and those who don't know me make me want. Dragon heaven, who is this? 25. When the weather is sunny, whoever reads the cold notes will be old in an instant, and the running water is unintentional after all. 26. If I had known this stumbling block, why didn't I know each other at the beginning? 27. Beauty is far away, but lovesickness is bitter and hard to compensate. Meeting drunk is the leading edge, where the wind and rain are shaky. Why sentimental, why spoony. If flowers were sentimental, they would have withered long ago. Affection is strong, love is strong, how do you know that HongLing is wrong and the road is different? There are joys and sorrows, and there are joys and sorrows. Only by stepping through the snow in Xun Mei can we stop and look back at the past at the end of the day. It's better to forget each other than to be in the Jianghu! 28. The most important thing is to stare at the infinite meaning, as if we met in a previous life. Andrew and June are determined to avoid life and death.