Charming ancient Chinese sentences with beautiful artistic conception (selected 27 sentences)

1, only your heart is not beautiful, running around day and night.

I will accompany you all my life, waiting for the fate to be serious.

3. In the middle of the night, commit suicide in the story.

4. How many beautiful women come back with a sigh after a long separation from their hometown.

I just hope Kameda will be disarmed and get your tea back.

6, a season of flowers, strange fragrance, a season of sadness, pillow injury.

7, 19 hate piano singing this life wish, who has passed away, this hate is that there is no confidant.

8. How many mottles does moss need to enter the wall? How much rain does it take to hold up a paper umbrella?

9, a book on the pillow, three vows, eager to talk to you. The Buddha clock is drunk, and the obsession is difficult.

10, a flowing water, a flower on the other side, fleeting time scattered at the fingertips, a broken shadow, a wind flower, shallow singing.

1 1, Weiyang, you think endlessly, leaving the world of mortals empty. If my heart is boundless and my heart is boundless, I would like to go down to the dust and follow you all my life, would you?

12, the long Huai looks broken and the wind and rain turn into tears. A little sad, but turned into running water. Swallows are close at hand. There are endless dreams in my life, and spring is always charming. I'm speechless. I just want to get drunk.

13, the face of a lifetime, the scenery that passed by-the red dust, we passed by, who is who? ..... 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 your long-awaited homecoming.

14, who watches for whom becomes an eternal monument, and who has condensed into tears for whom for thousands of years. Who guards the sea to the mulberry field for whom, who guards the night to the day for whom. Whoever boils moss into white hair for whom, who grinds youth into falling flowers for whom. Who makes who laugh, who makes who cry, who holds who's hand, who marries who? Who is who doesn't matter. Don't force anyone to be themselves!

15, the flowers on the other side bloom on the other side, grow in spring, fall in summer, bloom in autumn, wither in winter, and never see the leaves. The flowers and leaves on the other side protect each other, know each other, miss each other, love each other and never meet each other. The flowers and leaves on the other side are causal and love each other, which is wrong and reincarnation. Fate is doomed to life and death.

16, who lingers in front of the building, who waits by the ancient road. Looking back on the Millennium, one hundred years of loneliness. Who is lonely, who is lonely. Past life's brush shoulder, this life's meeting. Love flies in the wind and loves to play in the rain. Once wishful thinking, once confusion and infatuation, woke up with the wind. At this moment: love is silent, love is silent. Tears soaked my eyes and filled my heart.

17, falling in love, origin. Attachment is like falling flowers. Looking back, the years are still quiet, and that sense of security is a flower's smile on another flower, which I only miss in time. I only look back deeply for you and miss the songs between my eyebrows. Whether the years are old or not. With you in the world of mortals, my soul will always be tied in your dreams and accompany you for thousands of years. …

18, how many mortals pass by, how many passing clouds, a farewell, the world is scattered. Butterfly water sleeve dance breeze, Wen Yusheng smoke piano geometry; The dream of selling incense in the dream is still the same at first; Yuanyang drunk on Qinhuai River, osmanthus flying in the sky. Zuiyan burst into tears. The heart is not enough, and love is stranded. I can't live without it all my life, but I always leave my thoughts in the Year of Water.

19, on earth, we are all passers-by. I'm crazy about you? Who broke my heart for me? The vast sea of people, who should I stay for? Who is waiting for me? How long can the scenery of the hidden moon be treasured? The world of mortals laughs, how many people have never found their true love all their lives, how many people have lost themselves in the search, and shed tears at the residual flowers in the sunset, so that the love of their lives turns into the withering of the corners of their eyes.

20. That year, that January, that time has passed quietly. That love, that love, that lovesickness, has been tactfully for thousands of years. The sounds of mountains, water and piano gradually became clear. Rivers, banks and banks were destroyed. My figure standing on the shore is still tall and straight. This piano has a beautiful sound. Who's that? The sound of playing buried my mortal world!

2 1, the Buddha said: Looking back 500 times in the past life was exchanged for passing by this life. A brief encounter in this life, how fragrant it was in previous lives. Holding hands is a kind of fate, and reviewing is a kind of fate; Life is fate, love is fate; If there is an afterlife, the afterlife is also a fate. Life is made up of countless destinies; Let you end it and solve it. Cherish fate, follow it, and watch its ups and downs with Buddha's heart.

22. If I am just a passer-by in your vast sea of people, can I not be obsessed? If I am just your ornament, can you not let me be intoxicated? If I am just the starting point of your half-life displacement, can you not let me leave? If I were just your dispensable fireworks, would you stop me from breaking? Can't see the end of the story, misty rain ancient city, who is waiting for me? The flowers were silent and fell to the ground. I know who hurt my feelings. Whose heart is broken?

23. In the prosperous times, how can there be a glass of turbid wine! Let bygones be bygones, it is better to laugh and get drunk. Memories are endless and fragrant. Snow entered the window. There is no moon and no war tonight. Somebody pick up the snowflake! Who is crazy about beauty! Somebody drink a pot of moonlight! Who drank three feet of melancholy! Tears dissolve the snow, just like the fleeting time has lost its youth. Have a drink and get drunk alone. After drinking the snow, it is another year's loss. ..... Only sigh that Iraqis have gone, and the rest of my life is boundless.

24, relying on the balcony alone, tears streaming down my face, loving Iraq alone on Tanabata, not asking if I can grow old together, just asking for a lifetime, not talking, easy to get hurt; Wine gets drunk easily. Sese tears, sweet smile. It's just a Chinese Valentine's Day. Floating for a moment, forgetting a season. Empty memories broke the silence. The smile disappeared and I was lonely. Think about the years in China, and suddenly it's like a dream. Like running water, never look back. Don't leave crying, don't tell the last battle.

25. Since then, the Yellow Wall has fallen and split in two. This is the company in this life, or the regret in the afterlife. Tianya road, the soul returns to its hometown, there is no snow, no sorrow and no joy tonight, and the two are relatively lookout. A night of spring rain, willows outside the board, strange ai, playing flute in the wild. Past lives, today is the end of the world, catkins are soft, and water flies. I have laughed today since I poured wine on the river.

26. The world of mortals is duckweed drifting in a stream, entangled with people who love dust. The Iraqis refused to resign in green for a long time, only to complain about their predecessors, only for the people in the mountains and rivers; Love, just want to smile at you, like a beautiful woman. I don't know where you are. On the willow branches of the moon, who did you meet after dusk? This intoxicating dream is drunk beauty, treat wine as a song and laugh it off; If you want to come, Iraqis will dance for you …

27, as beautiful as flowers and jade, the enemy is only fleeting; If the heart is like a rock, the enemy can't pass by. There are too few people who help each other in this world, and too many people are forgotten in the rivers and lakes. Some people who have loved deeply regard morning and night as eternity and love as the love of their whole lives. So I agreed, so I look forward to holding my son's hand and growing old with him. Once in a thousand years, whose eyes are intoxicated in the strange mortal world? Whose yesterday did the luxury world get its hands on? Through the tunnel of time and space, wandering in the past life. In the unexpected lost way, I returned to Jiangnan in my dream. On that day, peach blossoms were in full bloom and green silk brushed willows. Qian smiled and made up half his face. Touch a song, a thousand-year-old lyre, whose heart is intoxicated? Confused, I was shocked, fell into that eye and sank for thousands of years.