Who's going to burn it?

First, 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 pervades the night, turning into a low voice, lingering into a thin sadness, hiding in a corner of the night, full of faint sadness, and falling in a silent place.

Second, who scattered the smoke and scattered the vertical and horizontal.

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

Fourth, listen to the string break, break 3 thousand infatuation. Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled.

Loneliness should actually be the most beautiful flower in the depths of the soul, rooted in the lonely soil, self-growing and self-beautiful. Flowers bloom beautifully, flowers wither sadly and lonely, wandering in the flowing sea of hearts.

6. Living is a kind of practice. When we know love and compassion, then with a warm heart, we can eat up the world of mortals, enjoy the world and enjoy the quiet years.

7. Don't think that only you are hurt by prejudice. When you reject the world with prejudice, the world has no time to complain that the world will only leave you.

Eight, remember what should be remembered and forget what should be forgotten. Change what can be changed and accept what cannot be changed!

Nine, trance, wandering. I think of the flood in Fengtian, the rainy season and the slightly cold early autumn.

10. Life is sometimes as quiet as a dry well, and maybe you will fall into it. Maybe you don't have any everlasting love, maybe Fahua was born early and looks pale, but with such a friend, there will be some ripples and colors in your life, and you will think of him. Remember him silently, maybe I will never forget him in my life.

Maybe one day, when you and I pass by, I will stop and tell myself that I once loved that person.

Twelve, night white gauze cream, dreams are lingering for thousands of times. In the cold fog and smoke, the flowers fall and wither. Full of acacia, flying with sad love words. Meeting, parting, suddenly like a dream. Like wind, like frost, like a dream. A tear fell on the rock, leaving a scar. Perhaps, parting is just a long journey in this life, and the gentleness of Sansheng Shishan is my concern in this life, with no regrets.

Thirteen, just let it be, mountains and rivers don't meet.

Fourteen, the heart is micro-moving, but far away, things are not right, people are not right, things are not right, and the past cannot be chased.

Fifteen, a few sighs, generations of joys and sorrows, ridiculous, my life is not up to me.

Sixteen, flowers bloom, the wind is lighter than the promise of fleeting time; Leaves have fallen for a hundred years, and flowers have lost their infatuation with dust. It's wishful thinking to banish anyone who is long and shallow.

There was once a tall building that sang at night and had dancing sleeves on it.

Eighteen, finally covered the world for the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. After the glory of China, it was just a scene, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.

Think more, kiss your lips lightly, raise your chin as fragrant as flowers, and kiss your brow gently. At the moment when you gently opened it, I breathed out the sweetness I missed, which had been brewing for a long time when I was waiting for your arrival. You can be drunk in my arms, sit by the water at midnight, I hold you gently with my thinness, you sleep like a baby, and I light up the stars in your dreams with a smile.

The most hurtful thing is that the person who made you feel special yesterday makes you feel dispensable today.

Twenty-one, there used to be high-rise singing at night, but now it is absolutely beautiful to have dancing sleeves.

Twenty-two, people can never see the lens, but I mean a thousand years in the world, such as my moment.

Twenty-three, listen to the string break, break three thousand infatuation. Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips.

Twenty-four, 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.

Wechat is in the mood to say who will burn fireworks and put down the vertical and horizontal shackles.

First, he doesn't love you. You turn around with tears in your eyes, run with tears in your eyes, and look back as you run to see if he is still there. How much you wish he was watching, all your running is for him. However, running and running, no tears, and no longer love him. You are running for yourself. Every heartbreak, every tearful run, makes you strong. When you are strong, you will meet people who are stronger than you; When you get better, you deserve better.

Second, life is a bumpy and tortuous road. Even if you keep falling, get up and stick to your dreams.

Third, sometimes, it's best not to say anything. Some people are not worth wasting your breath.

Fourth, don't forget what you once had. Cherish what you can't get. Don't give up what is yours. What has been lost is left as a memory.

Five, but love is at the end of the whole play, but after love is gone.

6. Memories are still warm, but promises have cooled down.

7. Memory is like a yellowed photo album, silently telling stories that have grown old.

Eight, don't comfort me if you leave me, because every sewing will also meet the pain of puncture.

Nine, knowing that you will get hurt, but still have no hesitation.

Ten, it is easy to hurt others and yourself, and the edge of distance is always vague.

Eleven, like to sleep against the wall, there will be an inexplicable sense of snuggling.

Twelve, the Ministry of health issued a notice, the moon cakes at home will be turned over to the state treasury, and those who do not turn over to the state treasury will be turned over to my home, and those who violate the order will not be allowed to bask in the moon in the future!

Thirteen, who will say: I love you until the end of the news broadcast.

Fourteen, who scattered fireworks, scattered the vertical and horizontal ties.

Fifteen, it is said that what you are doing means I miss you; It's nothing. I just don't care what you mean.

I will still believe in love, but I won't believe that love can last forever.

Seventeen, time will slowly precipitate, and some people will slowly blur in your heart. Learn to let go, your happiness needs to be realized by yourself.

18. A tragedy has just been staged on the other side of perfection. All the blood and tears gave birth to a bud in the withered thorns, which will experience seven thunderstorms in a cycle and then bloom in the humid air.

Nineteen, the process and the ending are all there. If you pester again, even you feel greedy.

Twenty, people are greedy animals. If you get this, you can't forget that. How many people have been delayed by three words?

Twenty-one, a person's greatest shortcoming is not selfish, affectionate, savage and willful, but paranoid love for someone who doesn't love himself.

Twenty-two, look at other people's stories and shed your own tears.

Ancient aesthetic short sentences

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Lonely and shallow, under a broken paper umbrella, an eyebrow bend, but eternal in the oath? By the Maple Red Pavilion, when you turn around, it is the end of the world in misty rain.

I studied an inkstone of spring water and described my joys and sorrows in my half life with the silk of seasons and years. Only a boat in Wu Peng was smeared in the dream of Jiangnan.

Whispering thoughts, a cinnabar palm, a wisp of breeze shaking off a pear flower, please take a flag horse and blow a flute to Luo Cha, who can boast? After several vigorous efforts, I finally paid a page of myth between pillows.

Huanxisha, since you are gone, who will hold it in your arms? It dimmed the fate of this world, divination, stone teeth carving, leaving only a few lonely shadows, one hairpin and three flowers, drinking Alone with the Moon.

Strange western Western jackdaw, singing autumn frost, ended up in the arms of wind and flowers, crying, so sad, who will answer? If you make a promise, please remember the early summer of that year.

See you at the beginning of that year, the cloth shoes are wet in the lotus pond, just to see you in the picture, jade guides butterflies. You said "idiot" and left shyly.

The meeting that year scared the brush and touched my heart. You said "son", the wind blew through the hair, and the dust was not touched.

That spring, I strayed into the door of lovesickness, the embroidered curtain could not be closed, and the wind was always traceless. Look, the lotus is graceful, and the butterfly falls and cherishes the flowers. The eyes were deep, and the dream was early morning.

That summer, there were two things in the east and west compartments, and the Buddha smiled and blossomed. There is no yarn at hand, but across the horizon. You are painting in Dong Xuan, and I am looking forward to the sunset in the west wing.

That autumn, the streets of Chang 'an. Meet the night light. * * * crossword sleeve, faint acacia sorrow.

That winter, the boudoir was cold and thin With a sigh, you can know that this life is not for the whole city, but for your love.

Spring goes and spring comes, beauty is old, flowers fall and people die.

Still water, singing; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy.

Lights and stars, sounds and songs are endless.

As beautiful as flowers and pure as jade, I can go back to the past, but I can't go back to the beginning.

Dark clouds cover the moon, people can't see anywhere, and they can't tell how lonely they are.

This time I left you, it was the wind, the rain and the night; You smiled, I waved, and a lonely road spread to both ends.

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

Like this star is not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night.

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. After all, butterflies can't fly across the sea.

Finally, the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River enveloped the whole world. After the glory of China, it was just a scene, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.

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

Beauty smells good, and the riverside scene on Qingming Festival is too noisy. Half of the youth gambled on wine and poured tea, and lost a prosperous season. After many years, you must not forget that Xiao Qiao is unmarried and has never been dyed. It used to be like a jade flower.

A roll of clouds, a picture of seasonal clouds and water, misty rain and frosty flowers on the first floor, whose past is it? It's a half-life fragrance, and the glass dream is faint, forgotten and gone with the wind.

In The Purple Stranger, plain clothes's traces are elegant, kissing his eyes deeply, singing about life and death, and singing about the world. Who will ask? When jathyapple listened to Hu Che, a finger and a tear flowed into the purple tent, hurting a swift horse.

When I am sad, when I am out of chapter, I just write down the stupid thoughts of my generations for you. A string sound shuttles between butterflies, and every note is full of eternal thoughts. The song is euphemistic, and no one returns; Acacia tears, dancing with flowers, hanging in the air, my heart is broken. Waiting for a season of reincarnation, singular lovesickness doubles, mottled thoughts, loneliness and pain. Lonely boudoir, an inch of sorrow in my heart. My heart is covered with frost, and the flowers in the mirror are dying through the entanglement of you and me. Who broke my heart and stranded the fragrance of that season?

Just because I miss you, I am alone. Sapphire case, cold sunset. Like a flower, it was a teenager at that time. The boat is drifting away. Looking back, it can't wear the cold smoke of autumn water. If you send a canoe far away, you will miss it a thousand times. Who can tell you whether your feelings are deep or shallow? Write a girl's face and draw her own face in front of a bronze mirror. Under the umbrella, I can't stand you rushing by.

The dusk in Zhao Hui is gloomy, the willow branches are green, and the embroidered mother's account is sad. In the evening, a piece of velvet embroidery is opened, and a flat needle is tied on the embroidery. A thousand green hands make one more point in marriage. Twist the thread and thread the needle to draw peace, and convey the meaning of Yongkang with words. Lu 'an Bridge, not together, promised deep affection. "Honeymoon. /honeymoon. /Silk is a token of embroidery, and I miss it day and night. He shines in the morning and evening, and shepherd's purse blooms in soft water. Yuanyang's pillow and needle are more sunny than lotus. Shake the boat, swim against the current and you will come back face to face. " The earthly feast ended, and the pavilion sang praises day and night.

The west wind is raging and gloomy, the fallen flowers are shallow and the leaves are dead, and the garden is gloomy and sparse. The curtain wind blows gently, feeling faint, the house looks tired, and dreams, and makeup is lazy; Knowing that people are asleep at this time, laughing like nothing; But my heart has flown elsewhere, and it is difficult to rely on feelings.

Between the waves, the courtyard is still deep, lonely and finally unowned, lonely and hesitant, the flower mud is crushed into dust, and the fragrance is still lingering. At the end of the moss path, there is a lonely moon, and it is difficult to hold the brocade book. How can you be young? After several pauses, I realized when the butterfly was alone in the middle of the night.

Aestheticism ancient style short sentence

A, Qian Shanqing, Shuiqing Wan, this life is hard to do. Injury depends on yourself, happiness depends on yourself.

Second, the wind and sand are full of wet eyes. Why can you still see your face?

Third, the winner never carved a story, and the loser sighed and remained silent for a lifetime. Who can understand how lonely they are?

4. Laugh passionately at my old dream and smile for you, regardless of tears.

5. The people who are guarded by the Iraqis are haggard, and only when their lover returns, the tears of lovesickness spread wantonly.

6. Yuzhu once wrote about the Phoenix Tour. When people disappeared, the water ran out.

Seven, the missed years have bloomed in the northern desert, but they are barren in the spring and summer of reincarnation.

Eight, good temperament, talent is better than a 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.

9. Who can laugh for ten years and thousands of miles in Long song?

Ten, if you raise the dust on the road, if you make the cement muddy, when can we meet in harmony?

Eleven, after parting, a few dreams are ethereal, if there is no hand, tears splash on the flowers.

Twelve, I am like an autumn leaf, bearing many dreams.

Thirteen, the purple account refers to a cry, it is difficult to forget. Sword burial is a wound, and the mind is innocent.

Fourteen, dream of crossing the peach leaves for a long time.

Fifteen, send a song to you, don't ask people at the end of the song to get together.

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

Seventeen, where is the heart of the piano, the sky is high at the beginning of the night.

18. I always wonder whether my memory lives at the end of the strip or whether my ring dies at the end of the strip.

Pick out red makeup for you, pack your bags and cover up your aura.

Twenty, in my last life, I looked back frequently, and the handkerchief waving goodbye floated into a cloud, which made me miss and miss.