Beautiful sentences at dusk

Selection of Beautiful Dusk Sentences

1. In the fleeting years, if there is a person in your life, who is as gorgeous as fireworks or as bright as a shooting star, even though he is separated by the sea and the world, he is still there. But calling in the soul's dream, missing in the words, isn't this a kind of warmth? ! A smile in the world of mortals brings longing for the whole city; a stroke of ink fills the world forever.

2. A lifetime of youthful beauty will eventually turn into mourning, a happy song will eventually become lonely, and a happy joy will eventually end without fate. A city ballad, the fallen flowers leave no trace, and the passage of time turns into a blank. Read the story of the dilapidated small town, the kite flies over, and the idiot stays alone to talk. When hundreds of thousands of nights are over, who will turn into a green lamp for me? Who will lean on the door and watch thousands of years of fireworks alone? The lamps are damaged and fall to the ground and turn into ashes. When I return home, I can see the end of the long and prosperous night!

3. Time is scattered in the flowing water, all the way to the east, without stopping. Life is like a small boat, drifting involuntarily in the river of time. Regardless of joys and sorrows, gains and losses, I rest on my back and enjoy the scenery of my life. The blooming of flowers is the eternity of a moment, and the falling of flowers is the conclusion of silence. Flowers bloom and fall, conditions arise and conditions disappear; all conditions are empty, and all conditions are silent. Only when all the prosperity is gone can you see the true nature; only when all the conditions are destroyed can you know the true heart.

4. When I meet you, I will bury that fleeting time of innocence with no regrets. The moon is missing, standing under the lonely night sky, drunkenly roaring, asking the sky with tears, how many people are crying lonely and sadly in this earthly world where undercurrents are rolling like rivers and seas of longing?

5. The long-term lovesickness brings long-lasting memories, but the short-term love-making brings endless love. It would have been better not to have known each other in the first place. Walking alone on the worldly road, the green radish brushes the skirt of the clothes, and the blue clouds wet the promise. Mountains and water can be forgotten, and the sun and the moon can have nothing to do with each other. At that time, there was only one person's joy in the floating world, and one person's long flowing water. There are countless prosperous things, and I can't help but feel the love. Thousands of threads, hundreds of twists and turns, thousands of miles of dust flying in the air, laughter and neon clothes are all luxurious

6. In the dream, all the flowers have fallen, the love is not yet unforgettable, the meaning is unforgettable, the strings are broken and the music still sings. Like beautiful flowers, time flies like a fleeting time. We can go back to the past, but we cannot go back to the beginning. Maybe it's the marriage in the previous life, maybe it's the fate in the next life, but meeting each other in this life by mistake only adds to a fruitless grudge. We knew each other back then and haven't looked back, sighing that the years are flowing like water.

7. How much lovesickness do you feel? Drunk in the world of mortals, haggard in the rain and mist all the way, it seems vaguely like the pink petals falling from the fragrant red lotus, and the green leaves from the sparse sycamore tree. Lonely looking at the beauty, the tears of lovesickness send waves of smoke, melancholy thoughts in the courtyard at dusk, only three thousand black hair, lovesickness brings disaster. I have three thousand black hairs, fluttering in the wind, and my thoughts never stop...

8. The flowers bloom to know the warmth of spring, while the leaves fall and wither to the coolness of autumn. Flowers bloom with the intensity of blooming, and fallen leaves have the tranquility of falling leaves. The sadness of those blooming flowers and falling leaves floats long at the end of the season, only to wait for some time to disappear, and then settle into a warm memory in the heart. . Push aside the clouds and mists of the years, escape the traces of time, pick up a long-lost warmth, and seal a lost relationship.

9. Who opened the window, and who was watching. The lonely fragrance of ink brought together the thoughts of the two people. Their faces were waiting in the vicissitudes of life, and their fingertips traced a trace of the world. The blue color meanders gracefully among the dense branches outside the window, and the chirping of birds is endless. A lingering and pathos song floats in the sky above the house. Time is like sand between fingers, and what gently slips away is untouchable sadness.

10. I dreamed of returning to the south of the Yangtze River, holding your jade hand, strolling in the courtyard, talking and laughing, and the gurgling stream came. Walking through the south of the Yangtze River, the water in the gurgling stream is clear and the fish are passing by leisurely, free and carefree. This scene is so beautiful, the scenery is intoxicating. Go with joy. Go upstream and look for sounds along the water. Hold your jade hand and read your beautiful face. I can see the prosperous land everywhere and the endless streams. Fortunately, I have you as my companion, so I have no worries! The deeper we go, the more we hear the sound of the spring. We push aside the confusing branches and vines, and look at each other in surprise.

11. There is a kind of flower called fireworks; there is a kind of smile called: Fireworks Laughter. These fireworks are bright but can only last for a moment, burning and struggling, scattered all over the city with concern. It's gone, this is how it should be alive. Passing by the hustle and bustle of a lifetime, giving the fleeting years a glimpse of prosperity. One thought of persistence, one thought of fireworks, one thought of extinction, all gone.

There are so many fireworks and so much loneliness. Fireworks laugh, the city is full of laughter, the years are beautiful, and the life is spent.

12. Valley of the Deep, Rain Valley, Bamboo Valley, and Qin Valley. Whose gauze whispers like the passage of time, light and green, deeply lingering in dreams, long and eternal! ? Gently rolling up the plain sleeves of time, my love is like the moon, crossing the water is clear. The bamboo raft catches wisps of illusory smoke, and vines are picked from a high bank in the valley to build a hut. A glimmer of understanding is enough.

13. The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the solemn part of the ancient rhyme; plum blossoms on the solitary mountain are scattered and cranes cry in the sun, there are many resentful songs while boating on the West Lake, red towers and green tiles, abandoned wells in the alleys, several changes in the past, and silent ancient roads , trickling clear streams, countless vicissitudes of life; a graceful ancient picture painted by God; pavilions, pavilions, pavilions, terraces and red doors, carved beams and painted eaves, green mountains in the distance, sparkling waves, vast and pleasant smoke, and prosperous crowns everywhere , Passenger boats with small bridges and flowing water, such an artistic conception.

14. Gather a wisp of floral fragrance, feather it into the fragrance of poetry on your lips, twist it into a string of longing beads, and collect it in the silhouette of the years, with light joy and deep love. In the years of Qingning, find a place of peace and tranquility, and write down the mediocre lines of poetry in the years. Where you gaze, you can see the flowers of the tree where you met. Watching a heart-to-heart agreement in the time at your fingertips, carrying the romance of the breeze and drizzle, gently transforms into the scenery in the time, so that the season in your heart will always be warm and blooming.

15. A ray of sadness, sorrow and hatred, and the soul will fly for thousands of years. The one who is looking for her cannot be awakened, the one who misses her is haggard, and she listens quietly in the middle of the night and sheds thousands of tears. Years have passed, and the dream returns to the edge of Qushui. The smoke and waves are broken, people are drunk, the rolling dust is filled with tears, and the wind passes by with a dark crispness. She has exhausted all her elegance and lost her face in loneliness. Whose thoughts were shattered?

16. A bright moon over a river, looking back on who is missing. A glass of turbid wine will make you drunk when you meet. In the spring of the year, who will be popular with peach blossoms? Looking back, who did I meet in this world? A little bit of understanding, who gave it to someone with true feelings. A word of cherishment, who is sent to by the end of the world. After some desperation, who did the fish book send to? There is a faint dream behind the curtain, who is thinking about someone while leaning on the railing. A night of frost and wind, snow and rain sent someone away. A low voice sings, and someone is fascinated by talent. A kind of lovesickness and leisurely sorrow for whom.

17. Sigh softly, promising prosperity for several lifetimes. Sigh softly, promising prosperity for several lifetimes. It is as beautiful as a scroll, but it cannot withstand the passage of time. Gently smell your unique fragrance. Is your appearance still the same? I can't remember yesterday's past, I can't forget it, and I'm wandering lonely. The past is fleeting, and things are happening. I sigh like you are in the middle of the water.

18. The Zen room is spotless, and a cup of light tea turns from hot to cold. The futon, wooden fish, and scriptures tell the story of the Buddha's loneliness, but also the ethereal calmness that sees through the world of mortals. Listening to the Sanskrit sounds and looking at the bell engraved with Sanskrit characters, my heart was unknowingly infected and became clear and peaceful. I think that in my previous life, I must have been a speck of dust in the Buddhist hall, listening to Sanskrit sounds and the teachings of the Buddha every day. With a bodhi mind, you can still smile as brightly as before despite suffering all the hardships in this world.

19. The breeze is blowing and the fragrance is swaying. I walked on the moon and followed the wind, studying the lovesickness and writing ink. I wrote about falling flowers and filled out half a volume of clear poems. In the glimpse of the flower paper, I let my longing linger and read you a thousand times. Through the window of time, I lightly described my nostalgia. A journey of mountains and rivers will be enriched by one person; a period of time will be verdant by an encounter. Wherever the breeze passes, the heart is like an elegant green lotus, exuding a bright and distant tranquility with the clear charm like water. Covered in dust, the first glance of acquaintance was staring at him.

20. All that remains is my vicissitudes of life. It interprets the sadness of this midsummer season, sighing softly, promising prosperity for several generations, sighing softly, promising prosperity for several lifetimes, as beautiful as a scroll, but it cannot be worth the passing years. Gently smell your unique fragrance. Is your appearance still the same? I can't remember yesterday's past, I can't forget it, and I'm wandering lonely. The past is fleeting, and things are happening. I sigh like you are in the middle of the water.

21. A prosperous place, a page of paper, a wisp of smoke at the front edge of a stroke. Bihen cries to shatter the dream of agarwood, white hair regrets going to the sun. The jingle red kite sighs, and the frost-shocked sword rustles coldly. Men have been married since ancient times, and abandoned pearls are scattered across the sea.

22. By the Nai River Bridge, the clear water is rising; on the side of the Forgotten River, the blue waves are cold. Thousands of years of separation sorrow, like a burst of tears at the snap of a finger, the ups and downs of past lives. The wasted years are speechless, but I regret that I am too late in this life; time is like cutting, and it keeps cutting, and I let out a long sigh. When the cold suddenly comes, I will be lonely. I will stand in the wind for a long time, hoping to be dried by the wind.

The drizzle under the eaves is very annoying, and the smoke from the kitchen is everywhere. Time is like a wheel, life is like climbing, no matter how hard you wait, where you are so proud, you will laugh and talk about it forever. How many grievances are all caused by love?

23. Whose waiting is falling in the world of mortals? I once waited under the thousand-year-old tree, just asking you to look back and smile. I once burned incense under the Bodhi, just to wait for the encounter in reincarnation. In the world of mortals, the flowers will eventually fade away, and I will recall whose tears have fallen in the years. The past is like smoke, and I don’t know who is missing whose lovesickness. It is like a dream memory, and I don’t know who is missing whose waiting. Saying goodbye to you, no matter how much it hurts!

24. The prosperity is gone, and I cry for beauty. In the depths of Xiaohan, life and death are like dreams and illusions. Heart Xuan Yue. Surrounded by dreams. I can't sleep alone this night. It's easy to leave but hard to see. My thoughts are tied to beauty. My dream is to say goodbye to you. If you are forced to have an affair due to loneliness, you might as well wait alone. Just keep extravagant hopes in your heart. It’s up to you to break your heart.

25. The lights are shining, the voices are dim, and the songs are endless. Dark clouds cover the moon, and there are no traces of people around. It's hard to describe how lonely it is. Loneliness is the shadow of a dream beside the pillow, loneliness is the bright moon in front of the window. When you came from the dream, I could no longer see your smile. We met so much and missed each other so much, we loved each other so much and yet so apart. Loneliness is because we always take the wrong bus, loneliness is because we always take the wrong bus.

26. I once waited under the thousand-year-old tree, just asking you to look back and smile. I once burned incense under the Bodhi, just to wait for the encounter in the reincarnation. In the world of mortals, after all, the flowers are so lonely. The memories of whose tears have fallen in the years, and whose sorrows of the past have fallen in the time. Like the smoke of the past, I don’t know who has left whose lovesickness, like the memories of a dream, I don’t know who has left whose waiting. Saying goodbye to you, no matter how much it hurts.

27. Time is like water, coming quietly, leaving no trace of its tentacles, and gradually disappearing. Life is like morning dew, with many bitter days and decades of endless sadness. Looking at the peach blossoms in the desolation, they are swaying colorfully, with a faint fragrance floating around, and lingering sadness. They are dancing all over the sky in the gentle spring breeze. It is very difficult to retain their beauty. As spring passes and autumn returns, the stars move around. I am often speechless and heartbroken, and my thoughts turn into wounds. Who can bear the haggard appearance. Youth is budding and thoughts are flying. Let's meet hand in hand to travel through the peach blossoms and live side by side for thousands of years.

28. A ray of sadness, sorrow and hatred, and the soul will fly for thousands of years. The one who is looking for her cannot be awakened, the one who loves her is haggard, and the one who listens quietly in the middle of the night sheds thousands of tears. Years have passed, and I dream back to the edge of Qushui. The smoke and waves are broken, people are drunk, the rolling dust is filled with tears, and the wind passes by with a dark crispness. She has exhausted all her elegance and lost her face in loneliness. Whose thoughts were shattered?

29. With a finger on the quicksand, who can remember the original lingering love? If the white lotus lingering on the bank of Wangchuan River is the guardian transformed by the tragedy of my previous life, then in this life, I am willing to spend my whole life Time comes to wash away the faded colors of the past, and the peaceful years are like the infinite flowers of a day, making all thoughts calm and turn into rain and dew falling all over the sky until the end of life.

30. The curtains are gently rolled up, and the memories of youth are scattered like clouds without a trace. When the moon falls into the water, I hold a wisp of slender moonlight to find the clearness and purity I am familiar with. Looking for a dream, one finger is dyed in purple and red, like a butterfly fluttering, holding a flower and smiling. A touch of light, a trace of tranquility, a trace of leisurelyness, a sigh, so quiet.

31. It’s sad to leave someone, and it’s sad to be apart. Thinking about it, thinking deeply. Withering and falling, the sky is filled with sadness. Where will the prosperity continue? Today, all kinds of things are like water without trace. Tomorrow and evening, you are no longer a stranger. Since there is no fate, why do you need to swear; if you don't look back, why don't forget. All kinds of stories are nothing more than sad feelings; when people pass by the water, the bright moon is like frost. It is clear that it is useless to miss lovesickness, but to be melancholy is pure madness. Don't be sentimental, for love will hurt yourself.

32. The love in this life is worthy of the longing, and the flowers shed tears when they leave. Don't look back, you are so carefree and carefree just to get drunk on your beauty. If the love is not so deep that I can't help myself, how can I turn my heart as cold as frost? I will just warm a pot of longing and drink up the past; wandering around the world, just for the beauty's smile, but not all these thoughts, let me The human heart is broken! Wherever we meet, the purple smoke is long, looking across the horizon, the words are still desolate. If true, if false; I am crazy, I laugh.

33. Time has stolen away the waiting, and time has bleached the memories.

I often wonder, if I could turn back time and let the many fallen flowers and leaves in my memory return to the branches of the season, and bloom again in the prosperous times, would my life not leave so many heart-breaking regrets and so many losses? expectations? If time cannot prove love, where can I find myself again? Still, the sky is speechless, the years are silent, the past is like smoke...

34. Life is like a dream, gathering and separation, the morning is like the spring curtain of flowers withering, how often we get together, how often we separate, fate comes and goes as you please. In the blink of an eye, her black hair and black hair looked back indifferently, with a few vicissitudes of life in her heart. (Flashpoint Love Talk Network) I shed tears alone in vain.

35. Once the spring goes, the beauties grow old, and the flowers fall and people die. The clouds and clouds of the three lives are waxing and waning, and there are joys and sorrows in one day. The lights and stars are dim, the voices are dim, and the songs are endless. The beacon fire of the troubled times; like flowers and beautiful couples, like the passage of time, you can go back to the past, but you can't go back to the beginning; dark clouds cover the moon, and there are no traces of people. It's indescribable to be so lonely. Heaven is not old, love is hard to break, the heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it.

36. Who holds whose hand to meet in this life and the next? The oaths made by each other, the figures gradually fade away, leaving me alone to wait for an ancient myth. Who accompanied whom by the broken bridge, how many dusk drums and bells were sent away? Today, the broken bridge remains the same, only the old heart has changed. You left suddenly, leaving me alone to search for the traces of yesterday. I gently searched for the traces of yesterday. Smiling lightly, just for this heartbroken love.

37. Catkins fly, pear blossoms turn white, where does a touch of lovesickness come from. The autumn rain is cool and the chrysanthemums are yellow. Where can I feel the melancholy in the cold window? After the happy words, the past is forgotten, where is the scent of the soul? Wherever the spring breeze comes, where can the wind and clouds surge? Time is like quicksand, even if it is picturesque, we can spend several happy years. The autumn frost has passed, the winter snow is forming, and there are so many beautiful things. Where can I not recall the scenery of the past?

38. It is difficult to end the sorrow of separation in this life, and shed tears of lovesickness in the world of mortals. Don't look back, you are so infatuated with love. If love is not heart-breaking in the end, how can it be? The love is as cold as frost every night. Pour a glass of green wine and drink up the loneliness. Little do you know that the faint loneliness makes people so embarrassed, and the road to love will be long and slow. It cannot be erased, the words are still so desolate, I am true, I am false, I am crazy, I laugh.

39. Ask yourself if you have a glass of wine from the blue sky, you will be drunk with lovesickness for the rest of your life. Longing for lovesickness, longing for separation and song, as time goes by, the heart becomes haggard, and people grow old. At dusk, I watch the moonrise on the Cangshan Mountain. I miss you. After the rain when all the flowers have fallen, the remaining fragrant petals are rolling in the mournful song of the spring rain. The moment the flower soul falls, the wind stops whispering.

40. When I return to my dream, I cry without saying a word, and the mist rain spreads. Whose yard is there? Falling flowers may not be a sign of infatuation. On someone's window sill, the shadows of people are swaying, and the light is extinguished, and the lights and shadows follow each other, leaving me to wander in space. How can I be lonely? I pour a glass of wine, raise it up to invite the bright moon, drink in the sky and dream, it is difficult to fall asleep. The ground in front of the pavilion is covered with leaves, as if it is a world away, who is lingering with me! In a dimly lit place, I break a section and cannot speak, and leave alone, my feelings drifting away with the wind.

41. Nostalgia is suddenly near and far away during the walk. It is not clear whether it is right or wrong, good or bad. I couldn't contain my thoughts that were gathered by the moonlight. There was a feeling flying in my heart, and some words were jumping in my heart. My heart is beating, the words are flashing, and each word occupies my thoughts. So, my thoughts are sailing with the wind of summer night, like a wild horse flying farther and farther; like the Shenzhou No. 10, flying higher and higher; like the bright moonlight rippling in the clear water; like the ray of light emitted by the moon. , arranged into my eternally unruly lines of poetry!

42. How can we stay together when we are drunk and forget each other? It is pitiable for the lonely night, and the words of sparse shadows are desolate. Thousands of years of predestined acquaintance, this life's emotions are melancholy; unable to bear them, there are many sorrows, and tears flow first before I want to speak. In the ageless night, I string together your gentle fragments of words, fold them into Tang and Song Dynasties, and pave the way for tonight's words. A kind of love can only be sent in a distant dream, and I turned into a butterfly in the dream, waiting for the moment of dawn in the slender moonlight, dancing.

43. Youth passed by her back, and an inch of light missed the corridor she was leaning against. She was still holding a book, a melancholy text by Xu Zhimo, reading bits and pieces of plainness and romance. Worry. Tears flowed one second and wiped away the traces the next. Careless children are always like this. They walk across a bridge and forget to get on another. Every time they want to stand on the highest place and enjoy the scenery, but in the end they still Lost in the direction of the wind.

44. The clear clouds and gentle wind, the dark stars and the waning moon, comfort my lifelong sadness. The pale paper and sharp pen tip relieve my lifelong wandering. Walking to the song, smiling again and again, one cloud, one wind, one star, one month, one piece of paper, one stroke, one person, one world. Facing the prosperous world, when I wake up from the dream, there is only sadness, no words for a long time, who will Who will accompany me in this world, and who will relieve my sorrow?

45. It’s cold at night and lonely as smoke. A glass of wine, two thoughts. Dark and dark, divided into two halves, one half is wandering, the other half is in a foreign land! Three thousand figures in the world of mortals are thin, and a pile of new words hides the romance. The thin wine is slightly intoxicated with thousands of flavors. Who has to worry about being with a beautiful woman when we meet? When you want to speak, you still stop; when you want to leave, you still stay. Chewing alone, looking back alone, waiting for spring and east alone. Even if we don't have the chance to make a promise, we can sleep on each other's pillows and send red beans to the southern country. It comforts one's sorrow. ;