Super gentle antique copywriting, suitable for copywriting in ancient costume circle of friends.

1, cherish the scenery in good times, not for climbing.

2, lying at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream.

3. I laughed from the horizontal knife and went to live in the liver and gallbladder.

4, the dream upstairs and under the moon, stand with the eyebrows!

5, Jiangnan style, Tianshui is completed, Tianjiao wishes to reach the body.

6, love to cry, it is hard to give up, my heart is empty, I want to let go.

7, full moon night, the top of the purple ban. A sword comes from the west, flying fairy in the sky.

8. Be your truest self, and you will meet the people you should meet most.

9. The promise of Sansheng VII is only for a memorial service.

10, broken soul, lazy song, far away, full of blood and tears.

1 1, in the moonlight, smile at the love and hate between people, the world is full of red dust, and there are countless flowers.

12, I will feel sad unconsciously when I see that delicate and charming rose withering day by day.

13, how many people lived after the storm? How much generosity no longer exists? How many feats, a dream? How much is a glass of wine?

14, it turns out that you can't see the last clear full moon until the wind and dust have exhausted the fragrant flowers.

Memories are always melancholy. Pleasant people feel: it's a pity that it's all over, and it's still sad to think of it unpleasantly.

16, life is like a blink of an eye, suddenly. However, I have lived a long time, but I can remember what you said.

17, always hiding in the depths of dreams and seasons, listening to flowers and singing nightmares at night, singing prosperity and singing all the memories.

18, 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.

19, I opened my eyes, the breeze and bright moon are you, flowers and trees are you, mountains and rivers are you. So, I closed my eyes and all the stars in my dream became you.

On the 20th, Liu, Chang 'an City, bells were ringing loudly, passers-by were drunk, and there was a drink in the upper reaches of the lake. Water embroidered Qi Zhen beauty, Ping Jin method, painted landscapes, poets wrote words flying, rouge swept the eyebrows.

2 1, standing on the other side of the world of mortals, with clear eyes and green hair like water, leaning against the fence, listening to the wind, lingering. A mountain, a water, the aging that comes gradually in the change of annual rings makes you and me old.

22. The melody of the Quqin is rustling, the world is sad and joyful, the sleeves are full of fragrance, and the worldly customs are forgotten. I have danced in my fingers for a lifetime, suddenly looking back, dreaming, and pouring my life into tenderness and poetry, but I have already lost you in the melancholy review.