Ancient sad story about the vicissitudes of life in a stranger's road, leaving the bones behind to accompany the old age, it is difficult to continue the old dream

1. Black birds flew across the sky. I'm standing in the city. Watch as time burns to ashes. There was a swishing sound.

2. When the breeze rises, the world is silent

3. I am not me. When you turn around and leave, it is not me in Suzhou.

4. Traveling through mountains and rivers for whom will I stop my journey?

5. The phoenix wings flying in the court hall so close to each other have never lost the fame of the prosperous world and the meaning of rivers and mountains. The empty monument without words will be erected towards the end of the year, waiting for the history of the Qing Dynasty to write down the merits and demerits and pour out the name.

6. A young man who dares to scold the world for being unkind does not care about chance or misfortune.

7. Who are you? Song.

8. In this life, it is inevitable to escape the disaster, but suddenly I was just young at that time

9. Always hiding in the depths of dreams and seasons, listening to the flowers and the night sing all the nightmares and all the prosperity , singing the origin of all memories.

10. The poet always carries the fireworks of the world. In his poems, a sentence of mountain alliance is replaced by a strand of gray hair.

11. In that prosperous time, we guarded the loneliness and was hurt beyond recognition. ----Ancient Sentences

12. The long song should be weeping, for those promises that cannot be fulfilled, for the deepest love in life, which will eventually dissipate into smoke.

13. Who holds my hand and curbs my madness for half my life; who kisses my eyes and covers my wandering for half my life.

14. Year after year, one day after another, one autumn after another, one generation gathers and one parting, one happy and one sad, one couch and one bed, one lifetime. In the dream, I am looking for a group of acquaintances. They will get to know each other, play and sing for a while.

15. The maple forest is dyed with fire, the beautiful pot sings to the moon, and the long song leans against the building. Year after year, in front of the flowers and under the moon, there is a statue of fragrant wine. The red lotuses are falling from the water, but the only sound is the jade chime, but the feeling remains the same.

16. Who made the string break in the end, and the flowers fell on the shoulders, in a trance.

17. Drinking the moon thousands of feet, falling in love in the silent night, it is difficult to express a single strand of love. Fragments of the past become a lifetime of sadness to be read carefully. The events are unforgettable, and the long-lasting thoughts are torn into threads. I can't sleep at night, the longings are scattered all over the ground, the thin and cold moon is thin, the details are vivid in my eyes, and the strands of love are connected.

18. All kinds of stories are nothing more than love hurts; when water changes, people go, and the bright moon is like frost.

19. This time I left you, it was the wind, the rain, and the night; ---- ancient style sentences

20. The husband's heart is like the sky, and the concubine's heart is like jade , The sky changes day and night, jade is broken but not intact.

21. On what day will I be willing to fall asleep and pick up a pen, but I am so confused that it is difficult to paint?

22. Where is the rain in the sky and the mountains and rivers at dusk, I, Ling Bo, have seen all these seven Sea dragons dance.

Twenty-three, the vicissitudes of the road, leaving the bones to accompany the old age, it is difficult to continue the old dream.

Twenty-four, the sound of the lyre, the dream returns to the ancient times, the sword of Lingxiao chants, and this wonderful story is written.

Twenty-five, the graceful pen and ink, the dust in the backyard. Then the light of the sky and the shadows of the clouds do not linger. Across three thousand miles of rivers and mountains, there are also forty years of Penglai. The blue hair is stained with frost, and the mirror is stained with color.

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

Twenty-seven, the blurred eyes are about to shed tears, waiting for the beautiful woman to return, her ears and silver edges are like water, and her face is like frost, thinking about her return.

28. I always wonder if my memory lives at the other end of the long street, and my growth rings die at this end of the long street.

Twenty-nine, after the floating clouds parted, the flowing water lasted for ten years.

Thirty. The reverse journey of the heart is led by Hua Xu

Thirty-one. In the past, by the Yishui River, we sang tragic songs generously under the feet of the mortal world

Thirty 2. At that time, the young man held his sword, raised his eyebrows and sang a song of undefeated power. He came to pick up his clothes and wander alone in the moon

33. Maybe it was the marriage in the previous life, maybe it was the fate of the next life, and we met in this life for a while. Fruitless grudges.

Ancient style sad sayings Collection of ancient style sayings

1. The Qinhuai River is cold, the stone bridges are swaying with ink and bamboo, and the thrushes are flying in the rain and settling quietly on the window frame.

2. In that life, she was not a guest, but a friend. She transformed into a charming and graceful lady, walking slowly from the lotus breeze of Zhou Dunyi, holding a small boat, carrying I am alone in the misty rain, and I am full of hope, and we are close to each other. She lights up her crimson lips and closes her flowers to shy away from the moon. There are the brisk songs of women picking lotuses, the charm and warmth in the sound of Qinhuai water and the shadows of lamps, the vague mist of the towers in the mist and rain, the elegance and beauty of the sandalwood-board clear songs, the folding of leaves into boats, and the weaving of lotuses. The ancient charm of skirts circulates

3. Butterflies are beautiful, but after all, butterflies cannot fly across the sea.

4. We meet by fate, but we meet by chance. We hope to remember each other across the world. We are lucky enough to know each other, but not lucky enough to stay together. The blue sky and the bright moon will last forever.

5. Twist the fragrance of a petal and break the heartfelt words of the earth; hold on to a lifetime of love and endow it with affection. In fact, if you know how to appreciate the rhythm of the years passing by gently, if you know how to feel the silent love of the still water in the sea, if you can listen quietly to the sound of flowers blooming and falling, if you can cherish the vicissitudes of time in every possible way, then every inch of time will be like a treasure. Like fine wine, it becomes more fragrant, rich, warm and sweet over time.

6. A smile, light and elegant, leisurely by the water. The world of mortals is like a dream, stepping on the folds of time, and the lines of poetry that have lasted for thousands of years. A drop of tears, just like yesterday, spread across the ferry that has lingered for thousands of years. On the peach blossom street, there are many words, and the flowers fall and follow the people. Holding the green dew in hand, rolling up the light sleeves of white clothes, walking alone in the deep valley, if the water condenses into smoke, I know the sound is far away

7. The clouds and smoke of the past are just empty space, so why be persistent?

8. Indifference has put an end to longing, cut off the strings of the mandarin ducks, and the fragrance is diffused in the disappearance of the mandarin ducks' souls. In the twilight, there is endless bitterness.

9. I can’t sing enough about the willow bank. The dawn wind and the waning moon can only add fragrance to the ink pen in the willow color and smoke, hoping to stay in the colorful brocade plain paper of the Tang and Song dynasties as a long and beautiful stroke of poetry. I just raised my eyebrows, but my heart was thinking, how deep is the courtyard? Make an appointment after dusk. Have you ever remembered the pair of paper-cut birds flying side by side under the light of the attic in the foggy balcony and window? Have you ever remembered that on the willow branches in the beautiful years, there was a paper of covenant with red sleeves fluttering in the wind? Reminiscing about those days, I could only reluctantly chant and use my pen to cling to someone for a long time. I was trying my hand at tracing flowers, and I wasted no time in embroidery. I asked with a smile how to write the word "Mandarin Duck"?

10. I will accompany you to see the colorful scenery. Can you accompany me to spend the fleeting time?

11. Seeing each other again seems like a distant memory, how can we hold hands and look at each other forever? Looking back, who smiles slightly, and his voice is faint.

12. Bloom silently in memory.

Thirteen. Dreams wet the empty steps, and the clouds are knocked frequently to startle leaks. A cup of turbid wine makes the world look ugly.

14. Take an old story from the south of the city, insert it into the pages of memory, and leave a line of small words on the title page of your heart. At that time, looking at the pear blossom moon, facing a wisp of green poplar smoke, and lying on the pillow of Begonia wind, the four seasons seemed to be performed in a series of poems, with a romantic heart, chanting the dullness of morning and dusk.

15. The short pavilion is short, the world is rolling, I sigh again.

16. Who drew the pen from the style of the Tang Dynasty and the Song Dynasty, and described in detail from Jinling to Qinhuai to the dawn of time? Who is it, in the night rain in the autumn pond of Bashan, saying goodbye to the world gracefully? Who, under the poignant moonlight of later generations, wrote down three thousand words to convey poetic sentiment? Who is waiting for the frost forest to be dyed away, the moon to set and the crows to cry, hiding their memories? The hazy misty rain mottles the poetry, burns a furnace of thoughts, and warms the deep cold. Who is following the floating clouds, searching across the sea, drifting for eternity, and then continuing to write treasures?

17. Looking for the romantic poems of Chu, on the bank of the Milishui River, Qu Zi held the jade in his arms, drank the dew in the morning, held Su Yan in the evening, and wrote a poem about Li Sao. It is a masterpiece for the ages, and the vicissitudes of life have left a lonely person. The night travelers, with disheveled hair, slowly walked into the rolling waves and were annihilated, as calmly as a phoenix bathing in fire and Nirvana. Those unsolved mysteries wandering around in the past are buried in the cold waters with him. With the remaining wings of dreams, they hang a pair of heavy shackles on the treacherous people, bringing a glimpse of the world before dawn. The light of dawn.

18. Raise a glass and get drunk alone. After drinking, the snow falls, and you feel confused and one year old.

19. There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches. My heart is happy for you, but you don’t know it.

20. Living in the world is like being among thorns. If the heart does not move, people will not move rashly. If they do not move, they will not be hurt. If the heart beats, people will move rashly, hurting their bodies and bones. So I realized All the pain in the world.

Twenty-one is the year of silent repatriation, and many beauties have withered away from the empty graves of heroes. There is no new chapter in the memory of the past, and it is difficult to stay nostalgic for the hometown.

22. How many people lift their swords and ride their horses, talking about poetry and wine while taking advantage of the youth, but we know that the youth is just a snap of the fingers.

23. I only got a glimpse of you, but I glimpsed a plain and far-reaching attitude towards life. Indifferent, indifferent, I will never be dominated by all things. I am alone in the turbidity. Outside, the cicada sheds its burden and only wants to embrace the bright moon and live forever. There is a field of tobacco on the bank of the river, and a piece of plain grass.

24. The drizzle does not recognize sorrow, and the desire to ride the wind intensifies. Roll up your sleeves and pick up flowers, shaking them into the cloud pool. Drunk on flowers and water, drunk on a line of poetry, wrapped in mist, swaying willow branches in the rain, I have always liked the willow leaves in their plain makeup, spotless, I can't help but pick up the floating jasper, drunk on the wind, drunk on the rain, drunk on a curtain of dreams, quiet Quietly listening to the soft singing of raindrops. A kind of sadness that feels like a world away, deeply touching the tender memory. A hint of sour taste, a few desolate poems.

25. Butterflies are beautiful, but after all, butterflies cannot fly across the sea.

26. Take an old story from the south of the city, insert it into the pages of memory, and leave a line of small words on the title page of your heart. At that time, looking at the pear blossom moon, facing a wisp of green poplar smoke, lying on a pillow of crabapple breeze, the four seasons seemed to be performed in a series of poems, with a romantic heart, chanting the dullness of morning and dusk.

Twenty-seven, the peach blossom smiles in the spring breeze, no matter how hard it is to find, where can we stay together and where can we get together.

Twenty-eight years, the years are gentle and amazing; the flowers bloom, the fragrance is fleeting, and the encounter is beautiful. The cycle of seasons, the warmth that comes from the depths of the soul, always stirs up ripples in the bottom of my heart every time I recall it; the world is apart, seeing or not seeing, thinking or not thinking, they are all thoughts and warmth. We live in the scenery of the four seasons, with love in our hearts.

Twenty-nine, a season of flowers blooming and fragrance on the streets, a season of sadness and sorrow, causing pain on the pillow.

Thirty, you have to remember that in that month, weeping willows and purple roads east of Luo City.

Thirty-one. The world is full of turmoil. As soon as I enter the world, the years rush me; the emperor's hegemony talks and laughs, and I can't bear the drunkenness of life.

Thirty-two. Literati cherished the ancient charm of Jiangnan the most. Jiangnan also embodies the attachment and pursuit of many wanderers. An oil-paper umbrella, a Russell skirt, red makeup, and spring-like eyebrows. The woman holding a fan in the south of the Yangtze River is even more out of people's dreams.

Thirty-three, in the trembling demon's soft wind, the sky is indifferent, the lonely fragrant wind is late in the morning, who can pity the beauty! In the cold wind, the mist and clouds are lingering in the dream, except here, the beads are falling in shock. Afraid of being stained with dust, drunk among flowers, broken among flowers, and swaying in the fragrant jade! Sentences about the vicissitudes of life, about the sadness after experiencing the vicissitudes of life

I believe in fate, but I don’t believe in people. This sentence about the vicissitudes of life is published by the original, please click to read

I would rather choose to stay vigilant and open my thorns at any time, which is the state I feel most comfortable in. In fact, at the same time, this feeling also made me very tired.

You can be worthless, or you can be worthless. Now you just have a new person to love you.

The most beautiful thing is to simply accompany each other. If time could turn back Can we love each other well?

Love well, cherish well! Some people really turn around and will never meet them again in this life. Don't have any ifs, don't leave any regrets.

If I could turn back time, I would rather not fall in love with you. I would rather be a simple friend with you than be in a dilemma like now

Becoming the apple of someone else's eye , but from now on, you are worthless to me...

We went from strangers, talking about everything, to now having nothing to say, what I know about you,

If I could go back in time, I would cherish all the people and things I have. When I grow up, I will understand that if I miss them, I really can’t go back.

Once many losses happen, it becomes a fact, so learn to accept it.

If I could go back in time, I would still make the same choice!

Every now is the best choice we thought at the beginning----so don’t regret it!

If I could go back in time, I hope that if you and I don’t meet, I wouldn’t be in the same pain as I am now. At least I would live a better life than now.

If I could go back in time, I would choose again. , we love well. You may not regret it as much as you do now. cherish. . .

Only by not being happy with things and not being sad by yourself can you live happily; only by not thinking about the past and not being afraid of the future can you gain inner peace.

I’m tired of thinking about it, but if I could turn back time, I would still choose to get to know you, and still choose to fall in love with you

I clearly understand that love is only once in a lifetime! If we could turn back time, would we be able to love each other?

If I could go back in time, I hope to meet you sooner and love you well

Unfortunately, there is no if. If I could go back to the past, I would cherish you and spend the rest of my life with you.

If we can go back in time, it is very realistic to already know that this is just a time that will never come back if the most cruel healing machine

If we can go back in time, right? No, if it is the most cruel healing machine. You were the one who gave up on this relationship first, but I was the one who said break up.

If we could turn back time, the ending might not be like this, so cherish it if you have it.

After more than five years of love, they parted ways after experiencing long distances. If we could turn back time, I don’t know if we are still destined to be together.

If I could go back in time, I would definitely not destroy my life. If I could go back in time, I would definitely choose the person who loves me to live my life.

I will try my best to love you, but unfortunately there is no if. Time will never go back! I can only keep you in my heart

The fact that you went from liking me to hating me now may be due to problems with my business. Just say that I miss you every day.

Loved me From now on, I understand that as long as there is love, there is nothing that cannot be forgiven. Except for the betrayal, leaving is understandable and I don’t love you anymore

If I could go back in time, I would cherish the past and leave behind all the courage I have now. Gufeng’s sad talk

1. Under the nine springs and the rain curtain, I will protect you with all my strength.

2. The breeze dances on the bright moon, and the dream falls among the falling flowers. When I woke up from a dream, my eyebrows were filled with lovesickness. Alone at the end of the world, drunk and greedy for pleasure. Worrying thoughts are endless. Leaning alone in front of the window, letting the wind blow, watching the flowers fall, under the yellow flower tree, are you playing the jade flute again, drunkenly pulling out the love strings? Looking into the distance for thousands of years, the prosperity has disappeared, but my infatuation has not changed. It's a pity that I wandered around several times and couldn't get out of it, but it was still the sweet words among the flowers in the dream.

3. The hands are like catkins, the skin is like gelatin, the collar is like a cricket grub, the teeth are like gourds and rhinoceros, the head is like a moth and the eyebrows are moth-like, the smile is charming and beautiful, and the eyes are looking forward to it.

4. Sitting on the water chestnut of the fleeting time, softly express your concerns with warm sadness. There are endless words to write and endless emotions to express. Sighing the passage of time, chanting the vicissitudes of life, it turns out that in autumn, the fallen leaves are falling, and the summer injury of tea has finally become an eternal freeze-frame. What cannot be seen through is always the smoke of the world of mortals. Cut a candle under the west window and light a stick of incense. Don't say forever, how far is forever? It's just a snap of the fingers.

5. In the next life, I will turn into a lotus picker and meet you in Hengtang water.

6. I am already very happy to know you in the vast sea of ??people. If I can't stay with you all my life In this life, even if I am allowed to be a bystander and watch quietly, it is still a blessing that I have cultivated in my previous life.

7. Leave tears to those who love you the most, and leave smiles to those who hurt you the most.

8. A gentleman's love is still shallow, but his love is never idle

9. We will accompany each other through the ages and never forget each other. "Naihe" by Junzi Yize

10. There are dreams in the world of mortals, the years are blurred, and it is difficult to express idle words and worry about poetry. Chanting cuts off the youthful moment, only increasing the sadness, imprisoning the sorrow stained on the skirt of clothes; the beauty is old, the fragrance is scattered, and the years are fleeting; the rouge is stained with ashes, burying the soul of the flower, the sword is folded, cutting off the pride; love is there Thousands of knots turn into paper cranes, whose thoughts are sent to you? Hatred and faint sorrow turn into green lanterns, whose Bodhi is fully realized.

11. The vicissitudes outside the door, the past inside the door

12. If life is just like the first meeting, why is the autumn wind sad to draw a fan. It is easy to change people's hearts, but they say that people's hearts are easy to change. It's half past midnight after Lishan's words are spoken, and I won't complain about the rain and ringing at night. How lucky is the brocade clothes, the wings and branches are connected to each other as I wish that day. Love does not have to last forever, the fragrance floats just right, ruthlessness does not necessarily mean determination, I only want you to remember: each other's smiles when we first met.

13. The phoenix wings flying in the court hall so close have never failed to be famous in the prosperous world and the meaning of rivers and mountains. The empty monument without words will be erected towards the end of the year, waiting for the history of the Qing Dynasty to write down the merits and demerits and pour out the name.

14. The view is endless, the wind corrodes and cuts away endlessly, the mortal world smiles, and the sorrow falls thousands of miles away.

15. Today and tomorrow, how are you, my lord?

16. #古风# The Forbidden City is full of beauty, and the Mingyuan Garden is full of beauty. The spring breeze comes again at the corner of the imperial gate. I lean against the green shade of the red wall and take a nap to enjoy the coolness. In the courtyard, rotten grass has begun to grow in the royal forest. Who is tightly wrapped in a single shirt under the eaves? Master Mu is shaking his fan and fluttering at the fireflies in a picturesque way. Who is looking up to the sky and asking? . The joys and sorrows of a besieged city are likened to a corner. No matter what happens, people come forward one after another regardless of wind or rain. They are born, old, sick and die, and flowers bloom and fall without stopping. #清離奇沙#by 伶如千千

17. It’s no shame to write poems and notes, to be criticized or to be praised; if you have a false reputation, you should just laugh at it; the school pen is empty and old in the dust; the peach blossoms have faded away , but there is no trace with the flowing water. Sweeping eyebrows to attract all the ministers, watching the clouds rise with a smile; A pen-writing drama that overturns success or failure; After the Yaotai banquet, the red sleeves throw edicts; Taiping articles fall like rain.

18. In the mist of the world, who disturbed the old dream of youth; when the dust has settled, who expressed the feelings of parting. Dance in a red dress with sleeves fluttering, and play a sad red building. Listen, the sound of the flute is lingering in the distance, but it is a pity that the love is so painful. Look, the water is flowing nearby, but it is a pity that the pain is like a dream. Who has seen through the world of mortals, who has made words shallow, and who can extinguish the fireworks in this world?

19. Pairing flowers with wine, falling plum blossoms turn into sorrow, and the water in the ten-mile long pavilion is long.

Twenty, blushing on the lips, trying to talk but giving up, whispering beautiful poems, writing poems about leaving people, drunk and happy, reluctant to pick fallen flowers, a few lights, dim all night, lingering in the past life, the wind and frost crush the plum blossoms , touching the orchid display window, swinging open the folding fan, steaming the head on the blue and white pillow, a dark curtain, thinking about the old age.

21. The paper fan is half folded, this world is in chaos

22. We want to stay together, but it is difficult to look at each other, people are far away from each other with heartbreak; love is easy to pass away, hate It's also long, and people are hesitant when the lights are dim; traveling through thousands of mountains, crossing thousands of rivers, two lines of tears are shed on lovesickness; spring flowers bloom, autumn leaves fall, leaving a lingering fragrance after the prosperity; the drunkenness is strong, the heart is also drunk, the light sleeves of the Luo shirt are dancing; thinking about the autumn water , Thinking of her, the world is as close as a mandarin duck; the love in the past life, the debt in this life, the world of mortals is just a dream of reincarnation.

23. Don’t make promises to me easily. Oaths will only be lies in the end.

24. The willows in Xicheng make spring soft, moving away from worries, tears are hard to hold back. I still remember that I was passionate about returning to the boat. What happened that day at Biye Zhuqiao was that no one was seen and the water flowed empty. Time is not reserved for young people. Hate Youyou, when will you rest? When the catkins are flying and the flowers are falling, I go upstairs. The spring river is full of tears, endless flow, and a lot of sorrow.

25. Whose appearance will make me miss him all his life, like a beautiful family, like a flower, and the years pass by like a fleeting time! However, life is just like the first time we met. In my previous life, I burned incense, but I missed you and missed the emotional lingering in my life.

From now on, I will look for you, sleepless! In this life, I am bent over and lost in thought. Your face appears again, but it is no longer the same as before. In a trance, who took advantage of the floating life and messed up the fleeting years?

Twenty-six. In that life, you were the flowing water and I was the petals, relying on each other and entangled for life. In that life, you were the strings and I was the fingertips. The sound of the strings fell and the flowers lingered. In that life, you were the rock and I was the coast. The sky and the earth rotated, and the sea withered and the rocks rotted. I know that I will be bound to you in all my life, so I knelt before the Buddha and prayed for five hundred years, asking the Buddha to let me meet you at the most beautiful moment in my life. If I don't get your favor, then I am willing to continue practicing and look forward to the next life. !

Twenty-seven, there are flowers hidden under the leaves. I once walked on the snow several times in my dream.

Twenty-eight, the Phoenix pairs fly back and forth in the misty autumn. But now, the phoenix has gone, and the phoenix remains empty.

29. Life is like a plate of chocolates, you never know what flavor you will encounter.