Elegant literary and ancient sentences

Elegant literary and ancient sentences

Introduction: Reading about the vastness of the mist for thousands of years, the heroes are full of poems. Like a clank of iron bones, sonorous righteousness, and soaring ambition. They fought fiercely to protect half of the country, recounted the events of the past, and talked about them all. The following are elegant literary and artistic ancient sentences that I carefully recommend for everyone. I hope it will be helpful to you.

1. A fleeting moment in a lifetime

2. The return of Spring Snow King in Lanqiao

3. Snow fell one after another, and thousands of people were buried The layered tower separates life and death, and is lonely at the end of the world.

4. The stream of light is flying, and the passing figures are pouring into the flow of people. Now that we are strangers, how can we tell who belongs to whom? The sea has changed, the prosperity has disappeared, and I am separated from you in the river of forgetfulness!

< p> 5. Who did I cry for so much? You were the sand blown into my eyes, which blurred my eyes and made me unable to see the sky clearly. This end of prosperity does not cost the city or the country, but it costs everything I have. What do you want. Stay with each other for life. Still a moment of pleasure. I want it. Just a simple but stable life. Love reaches the end of the road and cannot be recovered. The best happiness is the care you give me.

6. The piano player - if it is the sound of strings, send a love

7. Looking at the Changhuai River, the wind and rain turn into tears. A little sadness turned into water flowing in the east. Two flying swallows follow each other close at hand. Love and dreams are hard to come by in this life, but the scenery of spring is always charming. Facing the sky, I looked at each other speechlessly, wishing I could get drunk instead of wine.

8. The smoke in the ruins. The long smoke in the ruins hides my frivolity and buries my frivolity in my life.

9. The world of mortals is like water. Who will be with the beautiful woman shedding her tears? Flying together for a hundred reincarnations. The lights are dim. Drunk and complaining about heartbreak. Waiting for someone. I will return empty-handed and have no regrets in my life. On a rainy day, a dark shadow outside the window haggard you. For whom do I frown and play a song about everything, blowing all the bitter tears

10. When I think of it, the world is so close; when I die, the world is so close. From heaven to purgatory, I pass through the world and cover the world, but I am still just a thought. The field is prosperous, and I have been thinking about it all my life. It comes like flying flowers and disperses like smoke. Flowers fall easily, and the moon is difficult to be round. The flowers and the moon should only be like a happy fate. The fate of the world is always like water. How can I spend my life's love? Don't be sentimental, love will hurt you. .

11. Your gentle fragments of words, folded into Tang and Song Dynasties, 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.

12. Look, who is sitting under the Bodhi tree, counting the fallen flowers that reincarnate season after season. The soft murmurs, rustling sighs, and gurgling lovesickness charm Rouge's coquettish youth. Listen, who is playing a sad string sound in the three thousand mortal world. Who is it, intoxicated in the mist and red dust, writing the wind, flowers, snow and moon in the world with the fragrance of ink? A Tang poem, a Song poem, a flute music, ripples of the nostalgia of the past and present life.

13. The bright red of the years embellishes the spring and autumn of the whole life; the stream of light from the fireworks crushes the youth of the moment. In the mist of the world, who disturbed the old dreams of youth; when the dust has settled, who expressed the feelings of parting. Listen, the sound of the flute is lingering in the distance, but it's a pity that I feel so sad. Look, the water is flowing nearby, but it is a pity that it is like a dream to leave the suffering. Who has seen through the mortal world, who has made words shallow, and who can extinguish the fireworks in this world?

14. The sound of the lyre, the dream of the ancient times, the chanting of the sword in the sky, this wonderful story is written.

15. Relying alone on the Acacia Gallery by the lake and putting on red makeup

16. There is a beauty here, and you will never forget it when you see her. If you don’t see her for a day, you will miss her like crazy.

17. The fire illuminates the night sadly, the city is in ruins, and the moon is waning in the sky.

18. I don’t believe in happiness, I believe in you.

19. Traveled all over Jiangbei and returned to Jiangnan

20. The appearance of the whole life, the scenery passing by - in the world of mortals, we pass each other, in the end, whose scenery is whose ...I only know that when distance is no longer distance, we will definitely meet and form water, ice, or dust... I hope you are my most beautiful scenery, and I am what you have been waiting for. Return to others.

21. I saw the tung blossoms sprouting old branches again, and the first floor was miserable in the mist and rain. //Who can feel melancholy? My eyes are filled with tears.

22. In the world of mortals, I am dressed in white, and my eyebrows are like snow. I have been overturned in my youth, and I have been writing for thousands of years, just for you. With this promise, I step into your warm city and accompany you in every lonely time. I hope that in the words you are the legend in my writing, and in the words outside the words, you are my constant dependence in this life. With your warm company, I will be with you for three thousand years. I only want to drink from a ladle, I just want to enjoy your world to myself and read quietly!

23. If you say goodbye, don’t forget each other, I miss you all night long

24. The face of my life, The scenery of passing by - in the world of mortals, we pass each other, who is whose scenery in the end... I only know that when distance is no longer distance, we will definitely meet and form water, ice, or , turned into dust... I hope you are my most beautiful scenery, and I am your long-awaited homecoming.

25. There is a kind of forbearance that actually contains a kind of power, and there is a kind of silence that is actually a shocking confession.

26. If you want to exchange intoxication for desolation, don’t break your heart when singing a clear song

27. The heart dies before the beauty grows old, //The evening ink stains the rain and the king paints the evening. //The rain falls at the end of the funeral of tears, //Laughing and sighing at the turmoil in the world of mortals.

28. In the prosperous times, the pen is full of beauties and prophecies; the colorful clothes and feathers once moved the capital, and the hands expressed deep love; the fishing sun and the drums, I hate my life in front of Mawei slope; I still remember the Chinese Valentine's Day month, the fate of Xu Sansheng , this night the bell made a heartbreaking sound. The faint soul of plum blossoms, a wisp of water, turns into dust, the shadow of the giant is gone, and the bones of the flower are gone, who can listen to the sound of the jade flute; the Buddha's bones and sandalwood, sentimental explanations comfort the pious, Luoyang spring warm wine is poured by oneself, the light flows for a moment, and the sadness of separation adds to the tears. A trace.

29. I can’t sing “Willow bank, dawn wind waning moon”, I can only add fragrance to the ink pen in the willow smoke, hoping to stay in the beautiful and rhyming poems on the colorful brocade papers of the Tang and Song dynasties. Pen. I just lowered my brows, but my heart was thinking, how deep is the courtyard? I made an appointment after dusk. Have you ever remembered that pair of paper-cut birds flying side by side under the light of the attic window in the foggy building? Have you ever remembered that on the willow branches in the golden age, there was a piece of covenant fluttering on the red sleeves with the wind as the matchmaker? Looking back on those days, I can only I reluctantly recited "I have been leaning against someone with my pen for a long time, and I am trying my hand at tracing flowers. I have been busy with embroidery for a while, so I asked with a smile how to spell the word "Mandarin Duck"?

30. A series of quotations decorate the sky, pick out the jade by yourself, Du Ning Ping Ting's sun comes first, her face is filled with joy! In the fragrance of the pistil, her body disappears and her shadow remains, and she suddenly returns to her senses. However, the beautiful phoenix is ??left behind, seeking for this life, but leaving it for this life. People feel sad and miss each other in the book!

31. Pouring a glass of sake from the words at random can fill the tears of separation; singing soft songs between the pages of the book can drink up the eternal sorrow. Once, I wanted to imitate the sentimental Li Qingzhao. In her graceful and graceful poems from the Song Dynasty, she wrote an eternal line about a person being thinner than a yellow flower; once, she wanted to express herself in Liu Qi's various amorous feelings, accompany him to raise a bottle to the moon, talk about wine and sorrow, and write "Clothes" The immortal poem of "I have no regrets as my belt grows wider, and I feel haggard because of Yi"; once, I wanted to express my feelings for Li Yu, the later master of the Southern Tang Dynasty. In his sad poem "The motherland cannot bear to look back in the bright moon", I sat on the ground and talked and explained. Wine shares sorrow. How much sorrow can you have? A river of spring water flows eastward, and it cannot be exhausted. How much sorrow there is!

32. The scenery here is unique, but I have never looked back, the willow bank and the flowers. The love is full and the moon is bright, the wind and rain are broken by the wind and the moon, it seems that it can never withstand the damage of the years. Looking back with a smile and tears, time is always waiting behind the forgetfulness, and happiness always looks back.

33. The woman dancing with sleeves with words, playing the piano without hesitation, for thousands of years, plucked the time with her ten fingers, embroidered as she pleased, knotted in the same heart, picked up a pool of broken shadows, and walked through the water of forgetful love. , climbing the ladder of light clouds, ripples in the vast sea of ??words in the ink-scented ancient scrolls, following the literati and poets from the remote ancient times, following the stumbling steps of the previous dynasties, picking up the attire of the Tang and Song Dynasties one by one. Below, where the eyes are gazing, the clothes are dancing drunkenly with tears, and the clothes are touching the wind. Whose boy is holding his arm under the fingertips? Looking back, a fragrant sleeve adds new weight! Each bunch of Tang poems gathers the silhouette of a lifetime, each Every Song poem is filled with ripples of a lifetime...

34. The warm spring breeze blows gently on the hair, making the heart strings ring, and leaning on the railing is a thousand knots of soft intestines; the full green water, in the poem In the book-stained room, if there is a light boat, holding a handful of lovesickness, chanting along the water, how can I not find your figure all the way? Picking the moonlight on the string, pulling out the fragrance of the flowing water, the feelings like poetry are there. Traveling between the clouds and water, let the tenderness blossom into the flowers of ancient legends. At the end of the world, you can write poems about the endless wind and moon.

35. The years are like water, and the dew is hanging low.

There is always a calm state of mind, the colorful purples are always spring, and for the little running-in of the past and the future, if you and I promise each other in this life, never leave, quiet and vivid feelings, I hope that in the youth that I have passed, you are The fragrance of ink on my plain paper is the most beautiful embellishment in the rhyme.

36. Carrying a wisp of breeze, stepping on the ancient rhyme of poetry, singing and chanting, standing in the mist and rain of Loulan for thousands of years, walking through the green mountains and green waters, looking at the five thousand years of history. Corridor: In a trance from another world, I walked past the bright moon of the Qin Dynasty, geese passed through the city gate of the Han Dynasty, and passed through the legacy of the Wei and Jin Dynasties. A coop of mist and rain is left for life, melting into the dust of the world, and the thoughts that cross the vast distances appear and disappear. The lingering old things are accompanied by the moonlight, and the ink is splashed freely to express the desire to get together. Barrier from the dusty world, holding the water of the Milky Way, finely grinding a piece of paper inkstone incense. Fill in a lot of words about lovesickness, lie on the other side of the thousand-year love thread, and try to write the regrets into the graceful old chapters. Hold the cup and the cup, sip the clear face in the dusk, the golden breeze and the dew of the night, sip your thoughts and swallow your tears and joy in the dawn wind and the waning moon.

37. Who is dancing lightly in the Tang and Song Dynasties for thousands of years? Who is dancing drunkenly with rouge and tears in the eyes? Who is telling sadness in the wind, flowers, snow and moon? I don’t know who is disturbed by a light fragrance. In the memory of the previous dynasty, spring dreams and autumn clouds are replaying the joys and sorrows of the human world. I wander in the mist and rain that are like paintings and poems in the Tang Dynasty, and I am alone and dreaming of being drunk in the pavilion of the Rouge Painting Hall in the Song Dynasty. Beyond the mist and rain, beyond the Loulan, beyond the green mountains, beyond the green water, who is gently pressing the sandalwood board, slightly opening the red lips, and filling the round jade beads with flying songs? Who is curling up, with deep feelings that have lasted for thousands of years? ?

38. Who is it that draws the pen from the style of the Tang Dynasty and the Song Dynasty, and describes in detail from Jinling to Qinhuai to the dawn? Who is it that gracefully leaves the world in the night rain in the autumn pond of Bashan? Who is it that is poignant in later generations? Under the moonlight, I wrote down three thousand words, expressing my poetic feelings? Who is waiting for the frost forest to be stained, the moon to fall and the crows to cry, hiding the memories? The hazy mist and rain mottled the poetry, burning a furnace of thoughts, Warm three feet deep and cold, who is it, following the floating clouds and waves, searching for everything in the sea, drifting for eternity, and then continuing to write treasures?

39. Clear feelings, step by step, grow lotuses. Come and listen to a piece of music at leisure, enjoy the tranquility of the passing years, look at the deep blue sky and the leisurely clouds, think about the oaths made before the flowers and under the moon, and outline the melodious rhythms of the piano that are pleasing to the eye, guarding the golden years. In the season of blooming flowers, can my attachment bloom like a hundred flowers again with the new spring?

40. Thinking about the vastness of the mist for thousands of years, the heroes are full of poems. Like a clank of iron bones, sonorous righteousness, and soaring ambition. They fought fiercely to protect half of the country, recounted the events of the past, and talked about them all.

41. Life is full of ups and downs. Looking back at the pain that refused to sigh, I walked on the journey of ferrying Dharma, turned around and walked through difficult steps, and once lost myself. I couldn't help but ask myself, is it difficult to be with a confidante in the passing smoke of fate? Is it difficult?

42. The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year. The stumbling devout prayers, the various signs of gathering and separation in the Buddhist teachings, have been stripped of their meaningless persistence by the years. Therefore, the moving poems under the pen have become irrevocable memories. Those former assumptions and immaturity are all gone. Flowing in the innocence of life.

43. Covering the desolation, standing in single clothes. When the silent thoughts are dried in the sun, all the tastes in it cannot be tolerated. I don’t know how to stabilize the fate after meeting. Is it time to teach me to be strong? Maybe it’s just the old man who was in shock back then. Go and leave each other with the most beautiful aftertaste.

44. Beautiful jade shines in the light, and beauty shines in the sky. Butterflies are flying among the flowers, the fragrance of the flowers is on the clothes, the moon reflects the sparkling waves of the pool, the floating shadows are faintly fragrant, pillows are listening to the spring, leaning alone on the west tower, looking out to the end of the world, in the sound of broken waves, a curved eyebrow is flowing in the blue waves. Wearing water sleeves, they are fluttering in the wind and dust. I picked up a piece of Song poetry, filled with a delicate fragrance. In the bustling Jindu with catkins and vast mist, I held the piece of white clothes whirling in the cold spring breeze blowing through the small building. The silk silk was covered with green, and stood gracefully in Zhou Dunyi's lotus pond. , in my poems of the Tang and Song Dynasties, dancing lightly...

45. In that life, she was not a guest, but a guest. She transformed into a charming and charming son, and she passed away from Zhou Dunyi. Walking slowly in the lotus wind, holding a small boat, carrying me alone in the cold misty rain, and looking forward to it, dear to me.

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 the skirt circulates...

46. In the trembling and soft wind, the sky is indifferent, and the solitary fragrance wind is late in the morning. Who can pity the beauty! In the cold wind, the smoke and clouds are left in dreams, except here. , then the beads fell in shock. Afraid of being stained with dust, drunk among flowers, broken among flowers, and jade in the swaying fragrance!

47. At this time, sorrow and joy are mixed, and the ignorant people who smiled at each other in the past have now become strangers, and now they are strangers. The tacit understanding that we had never met has turned into a regret for meeting each other so late. I don't understand how fate arranges people. The temporary illusion has become like an intoxication, and the curtain of sadness has opened like clouds and rain.

48. Today, after many reincarnations, the spirit of Haoran’s army is still there, and his heroic spirit is hovering. The young man is innocent, and his blood and sweat stain the border. Sleeping on the lonely moon, dreaming about your loved ones, braving the wind and frost, defending your homeland.

49. In this world of mortals, I will get to know you. I will fill in a line of clear words to describe the wings that shake my heart and dream of flying. I will pick a beautiful and gorgeous flower to set off your unique elegance. I will send you a wisp of fragrance to dance with your subtlety. Her smile glowed with vitality like new branches and green buds in the endless moonlit spring river.

50. Destiny comes and goes, only the shadow is blurred. Looking for the tranquility of the landscape, the gentleness of the grace outside the curtain, and falling in love at first sight, I want to open my long-sealed heart and sing different songs with you, and hold my hand with you for the rest of my life. ***Go to a sunny day on earth.

51. As time goes by, love never ends. The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it.

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

53. Raise a glass and get drunk alone. After drinking the snow, you will be confused for another year.

54. It seems that these stars are not the same as last night, for whom the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night?

55. The heart is slightly moved, but the love is far away, the things are not the same, the people are not the same, everything is not the same , the past cannot be pursued.

56. There is a kind of forbearance that actually contains a kind of power, and there is a kind of silence that is actually a shocking confession.

57. When all the floating flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you.

58. Flowers bloom early in spring, because the flowers bloom early. When flowers bloom and fall, life gets old easily.

59. The fleeting time is like a brocade and it ends like water, and the song ends and everyone is separated.

60. The peach blossoms are blooming and there is no way to escape. They take out all the changes in the world and help me break into pieces before pushing me away. ——Wu Yiwei/Wang Shi'an "Peach Blossom Knot";