Sentences expressing sadness in ancient China

Antique itself is a kind of aestheticism. Beauty, who doesn't love? Sadness can also be expressed in some beautiful old sentences. The following are beautiful ancient China sentences that I compiled to express sadness for your reading.

An ancient China expression of sadness 1. A smart pen can't write sad paper, and a pale oath can't resist the forgetting of years after all.

2. As the years passed, Jia Rong was dyed red with blood. Who can rule for you?

3. A river with clouds and water, a flower on the other side, flying at the fingertips, a shadow broken, a wind flower, shallow singing into a song.

Finally, I can't stop talking about my ideas, leaving a world of mortals song in the air. If my heart is boundless, my heart is boundless, I am willing to go down to the dust and follow you all my life, but can you?

5. How many beauties have been brought back to their hometown after many years.

6. Nineteen hate the harp to sing this life, and the years are not peaceful. This hate is that there is no confidant in life.

7. It takes three or four rounds to wait for a person.

8. I just hope Kameyama takes off her armor and takes back the tea you made.

9. Once the world is completely silent, I don't know whether I am sad or hurt.

10. Peach blossom is lonely, because it grows for people touched by love; Bloom for the injured.

1 1. If you don't miss your life, you will miss it and it will hurt you.

12. Stay away from people's troubles and injuries. Whispering, thinking deeply. Fade away, sing empty sorrow. Continue to prosper, and where.

13. Indifference ended the yearning, cut the string of Yuanyang, and the fragrance dispersed in the disappearance of Yuanyang's soul. Twilight is full of endless bitterness.

14. Burn out in this life and bury your heart in the afterlife. I just want to be a heartless person and live quietly.

15. If life is just like the first time, why is it sad to draw a fan in the autumn wind? Waiting for change, you will lose your heart, but you will lose your heart. Li Shanyu stops at midnight, and the bell of tears never complains. Why not?

16. With a flick of your fingers, you can sing songs and have a lot of thoughts; Striking the strings, like a slender wind, who do you miss? The feelings around the fingers and the lifelong attachment have interpreted a period of homesickness year after year in the sound of pipa and piano.

17. Life has a certain fate. When it is not over, everyone is wishful thinking. Even if there is nothing to do, the confused will be ignored, and the affectionate will be welcomed just right.

18. I only caught a glimpse of you, but I caught a glimpse of a dull and far-reaching attitude towards life. Relax, relax, I will never be dominated by everything. I am alone in the turbid waves, and I only want to die holding the bright moon. There is a withered tobacco and a white mustard on the river.

19. Every year, one day goes by, and one autumn goes by. One generation urges the next generation to get together, one is happy and one is sad, and one is lying on the couch. In a dream of his life, he found a group of acquaintances, who met for a while, met for a while, and sang for a while.

20. In the sound of light and shadow, the sky is still cold and the water is still cold. In the dream, the silk and bamboo sang softly. Outside the building, outside the mountain, outsiders have not returned, and people have not returned. Looking back, the pianist burst into tears.

Back to that moment, the years were silent and scary. Dead vines grow branches, and the original time has been gently brushed. In my dream, you are standing upstairs, standing under the moon, brushing the snowflakes off your clothes and watching side by side. The world is vast.

2. The path is long, the fragrance is slow, the water waves are rippling, dotted, the heart is melancholy, and the shadow moves alone. Once, with the time when a flower bloomed, it bloomed a lifetime attachment. Now, Tingting's pear flower falls branch, looking at the lingering season, has a sad ripple in its heart: Who are the flowers grateful to? Who are the flowers sad for? A farewell song echoed in the light blue sky?

3. The lens in my hand is very stable. At the turn of the Millennium, the Millennium dream is understandable. I wonder whose face will be reshaped in a thousand years. At this time, the bright moon is in the sky, and history leaps out of the book, clamoring for it, restoring the dream of a lifetime, dreaming of the Golden Horse and the fierce battle.

4. Look at the desert desert in the sunset, how many old trees are faint crows, the soul is broken like snow, killing people on all sides in the twilight, it is difficult to calculate people's fate, burning up karma, a handful of them are not attached, chic, and tired of grabbing ash. The bright moon is the beauty of loess, and it is still vaguely eye-catching in the initial dream. This half-life is bound by oneself, and only one love is shorter than morning dew, which is the final nothingness.

The wind is smiling, the clouds are fluttering with long white sleeves, the flowers seem to understand the wind and nod frequently, and the water is layered in the middle of the wind. You floated across the water and gently twisted the animation scroll to outline it for me. From then on, I will live in your picture, no rain or wind, no cold or heat. You whisper in the wind, the so-called Iraqis are on the water side. From then on, I lived in Tang poetry and Song poetry, immersed in the book, full of poetry.

6. Hold a handful of clear water, banish the river, blend in with the lost years, and wash the soul; Twist a wisp of heart fragrance, send it in the clouds, meet again in the deepest part of the world of mortals, and crush your heart; Looking at the mountains and rivers in the distance, wandering under the moon, staying in the cold winter of Acacia Ferry, leaving inner loneliness. Bridge is not a bridge, fog is not a fog, and heart is not a heart. It's better to fly than to fly.

7. Looking back for a hundred years, whose lifestyle is Iraqi dream? Green willows are in full bloom and colorful. Whose spring is today? Looking at the railing, I am the only one in the string hook. I have been lovelorn for thousands of years, with the sadness of leaving people. A desolate place, a desolate place that can't be found. Once upon a time, the love of a lifetime was just a drop of tears! Once upon a time, I was infatuated all my life, but I was a fallen flower!

8.？ Tears fall gently and melt little by little. Looking from a distance, there is a trace of heartache. Flowers are endless, and goodness is like flowing water. Beauty is far away, lovesickness is bitter, and it is hard to pay. It's hard to give up and it's hard to stay. It's a moonlit night, and suddenly it becomes sand between your fingers. At that moment, Shao Hua was nowhere to be found. At that moment, the lonely shadow got wet? .

9. Pick up a few simple words and wave a simple ink, so that this restless heart can be liberated temporarily and return to the warm bed that has been attached for a long time. If the ancient moon is full today, let the poems of the prosperous Tang Dynasty be extravagant for me and the songs of the Great Song Dynasty be sung for me. Your deep tenderness is the fragrance in my dreams, and as many dreams as I want will overflow.

10. Busy life, but romantic sadness. The fingers flickered, the rhyme rustled, and how many lonely souls slipped through the fingers. Breeze and bright moon, flowing water and spring scenery, Liu 'an, what you can't get out of is the greenhouse in your dream. Shallow smile, blue, strange stories of the past years, how many peach blossoms are cold. A little shallow, like a faint fragrance, penetrating all the old dreams. When the butterfly breaks into flowers, who, with a few whispers, is waiting for who's lifelong expectation?

1 1. Autumn leaves fall, holding a clear idea, leaving the warm fragrance in memory stranded in the depths of time, soaking in the morning light and making a dull look. Who caught a glimpse and stopped at the memory corridor haunted by agarwood? Listening to autumn, standing quietly by the window, listening to the sound of wild geese soaring in the distance, listening to fruitful whispers, a touch of cloudless sky, a roll of autumn sounds against autumn cotton.

12. The roses in the fog are as dazzling as you. I picked it with my heart, but your trembling stopped my worship. As long as we lock our hearts, we will all die. I will take you to fly to any place where you dream. For you, no matter how painful and bitter I am, I will persevere, lock the love in my heart, lock you, and my heart will be locked from now on.

13. To be together, it is hard to look at each other, and everyone is heartbroken; Love is fleeting, but hate is long and the lights are dim. Traveling in Qian Shan, wading through thousands of waters, missing tears on the road; The wine is strong, the heart is drunk, and the shirt is lightly sleeved; Thinking of autumn water, thinking of Iraqis, close at hand, close to Yuanyang; The love of past lives, the debt of this life, the dream of reincarnation of the world of mortals.

14. The moonlight is dim, dancing solo in the evening breeze; On the world of mortals, withered petals, broken by the wind, fingertips stained with wounds, and red ink pens. Beauty is like a dream, and flowers can be folded, which is the glory of life. If you have a dream, fireworks are easy to get cold and conversation is easy to fall, when will you dance? Floating life is not drunk, waving one's life is worrying, three lives are weaker than water, staring at the distance, and the fate of reincarnation. Laugh and ask who the ferryman is, when the drunken talk will continue, and sigh at the world of mortals!

15. When the wind drags the Yushu and plays the pipa, you will know that the flowers will bloom when you smell them. Outside the small window, there are many flowers, and they come back and forth in thousands of poses. Needless to say, the sleeves are white and the spring breeze is colorful. Three or five strokes, six or seven sentences, and thousands of States. Dark blue and light blue clouds are trimmed, and if they are not trimmed, they will laugh out of the clouds. There are endless lights and endless words. I am happy and pregnant. Obliquely wearing a clear cream table, the dream of ten years gradually turned over. Jade as before, tapestry as before, people can be there.

Classic sentence 1. Sincere friends, decorate your life world with selflessness and kindness; The most precious friend, with an open mind to build beautiful scenery for you; The most rare friend will cross the ends of the earth to write a chapter of friendship; The most predestined friends, * * * plays the most sincere music in the world with your heart! I wish you and your family happiness!

At that moment, I traveled all over the ancient garden, picked fragrant flowers, and put on a new makeup for the smiling grass. Qingfeng invited Wen to talk about pen pals, wrote thousands of poems, played chess and calligraphy, drank thousands of pots and watched the drunken sunset. My road twists and turns, through a sheltered depression, cutting love red, cutting green, singing and dancing, quiet and moving.

Touch a warm finger, push open the heavy door with a touch of missing, and look for thousands of scenery in the depths of the season with memories and missing. Peach blossoms, dust and fog, carved cases, wet ink, small red characters, all about your past, all about your fragments, such as happy sentences in the rhyme of ancient poetry, quietly falling into disarray, embarrassing words, and so on, are deeply engraved in my heart.

I don't know how to worry about the rain in Mao Mao, but I want to be stronger by the wind. Sleeve flowers, shake off the cloud pool. Drunk with flowers and words, misty and misty, willow branches swaying in the rain are always like willow makeup, spotless, and I can't help but pick up the jasper that once ravaged, drunk with the wind, drunk with the rain, drunk with dreams, and quietly listen to the whispers of raindrops. A kind of sadness that seems like a lifetime ago deeply touched the gentle memory. A little sour taste, a few sad poems.

5. Smile, light and elegant, carefree and close to the water. The world of mortals is like a dream, stepping on the folds of the years and stepping on the poems that have been popular for thousands of years. A drop of tears, like yesterday, lingered at the ferry for thousands of years, and the flowers bloomed, the peach blossoms were unfamiliar, Ying Ying was speechless, and the flowers fell with people. Green dew in hand, light sleeves in white, walking alone in the valley, if the water condenses, you can know friends far away.

6. When we meet, don't forget that wind and rain used to be like a glorious palace. Looking back, the footprints of the journey I walked step by step, tears fell, I felt sad, maybe time was too ruthless. As for me, I can't bear to cry when I think about it. I often look back at the thin and cold ferry and see no hope for the future. In this way, I often give a cold and lonely sigh in the thousands of miles of smoke.

7. Flowers bloom and fall, clouds roll and clouds flow smoothly, and time rushes through my fingers in the twenty-second autumn of my life. Half a life, suddenly looking back, alone. Some people say that a lifeless life is a ruin. Then I am a withered grass on the ruins. After falling, it was blown away by the wind without a trace. Soon, spring will come back, and it is no longer my season. There will be no spring in my life.

8. The person who once promised me that I could spend time with the card issuer has now become a red-hot person. Who promised me a handful of lotus seeds, but now I cook acacia. Who promised me to go home tomorrow, but now I have a stiff neck, Meng Han. The person who promised me to get married in red is now me in white. The person who promised me to grow old together has now become a person from first frost. After three or four years of dreaming, Wang Sun refused to return, and the girl always hid right and wrong. Is the change the same?

9. Residual wind and drizzle, lovesick tears, disappointed unrequited love. The wind, blowing heartbroken, I do not know when to rest. Do you remember that the bridge is flowing, the dream of falling flowers and falling snow is still there, the dream of waking up is still there, and it is heartbreaking. When I miss you, when I cry, when I am depressed, when I wander. The corner wintersweet is bitter and cold, and the cold wind is heartbreaking! I looked up at the dim light and suddenly looked back at the empty place. I only caught a glimpse of you, but I caught a glimpse of a dull and far-reaching attitude towards life. I will never be dominated by everything. I am alone in the turbid waves, and I only want to die holding the bright moon. There is a withered tobacco and a white mustard on the river.

10. One river and autumn waters stop everything, and the world of mortals dreams of night. I'm tired of thousands of things, so let me find them. Want to look back and smile, full of water. To express his melancholy, he wrote a book. It is hard to accept, and the piano appeals like running water. Don't worry about the past, it's hard to stay. Go ahead, it's harder to accept. Lonely boudoir hates longer; Dreams revolve around the soul in vain. There is no gathering in this life.

1 1. Jimo fireworks, players love and hate; Cherry blossoms fall in England and sink into the western hills at dusk. Suddenly looking back, the song ended, who still plays with silks and satins? With a sigh, tears poured down my face. Regret at the scene, micro-work to be done. Who will stop to accompany it? Can't wait. Can't see, can't meet, wait, can't see, can not love, don't miss, tireless, never tired. With tears in my eyes, I didn't sleep, and a faded cool smoke passed.

12. A rustling, human joys and sorrows; With a touch of vicissitudes, the sleeves are full of fragrance, and the secular feelings disappear without a trace. Dancing through your fingers, falling into a prosperous life and playing romantic sadness. A bright moon, carrying a wisp of breeze, passes through the Millennium dust. Lonely fingers slip through the sadness of the soul, and how much affection is left. How many laughs and tears fly, suddenly looking back, a melancholy dream. I have devoted my life to tenderness and poetry, but I have already lost you in the melancholy review.

13. In the west wind, drinking wine, falling red, whispering romance and heartbroken, scattered flowers and dancing all over the world, dreaming like a fairy, splashing soft eyes on the infatuation of a human teenager, the trace was elegant and charming in the old days. With wine and flowers, the years are sighing. I dreamed that I was a fairy at night, and I woke up with tears. This dazzling prosperity ended with the fleeting time after the lead flower was washed away.

14. Just like water flies, it's another year in a blink of an eye. Looking up at the cold and silent waning moon and sighing, those clear words and beautiful sentences can often evoke colorful dreams and gently write you into a faint and fragrant chapter. On the pipa string, you said you missed each other. In silence, who is more tactful and lonely than who? A pot of muddy wine, drunk all over the world, flowers are lonely, and customs are more lonely. Life comes and goes for different reasons, so desolate? The most beautiful thing is indifference.

15. The world of mortals has dreams, the years are blurred, the gossip is embarrassing, and the youth is instantly broken, just to get a sad hug and imprison the love clothes; Beauty flicks her fingers, scatters fragrance, tears like blood, and is infatuated with fleeting time; Rouge is stained with ash, flowers are buried in the soul, and swords are broken proudly; Love has a Qian Qian knot, and it will become a paper crane. Who should I send my ideas to? Hate has a faint sorrow, which turns into green light, and whose bodhi is clear.

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