34 classic sad ancient sentences

After a few days of loneliness and drinking, I was desolate and stopped smoking. The following are 34 sad ancient sentences that I share with readers. You are welcome to read them.

1. Let the last drop of sweat turn into tears of apology and be sent to you. I once didn’t take it seriously, but it was too late when I was happy.

2. The bustle of that scene has ended, and those who missed each other will forget each other. I held up the bottle and looked at the moon, wandering, the wind and snow blew away without leaving any trace.

3. Wandering at the end of the world brings endless thoughts. We met, but in a hurry. The beauty's hands are red with tears. Ask Dongfeng Yu how he is? Spring is here, who is it with? Sui Di is full of water in March.

4. Flowers bloom into poetry, and flowers fall into lyrics. How many times the flowers bloomed and fell, who gave them lifelong attachment? Who is it that has burned out a lifetime of infatuation in the ups and downs of reincarnation?

5. The beautiful woman is haggard, who is she drinking for? Wherever the love goes, who will it break for? The sound of the piano lingers, for whom do the fallen leaves fall? Memory is just quicksand, glitz is just like a dream.

6. A pillow of new sorrow, the remaining night is full of flowers and full moon.

7. I can’t bear to be the master of prosperity, but I can’t bear to listen to the music of prosperity. The painful lovesickness ignited another kind of loneliness. The love that has been bumpy for several lifetimes will finally stop in the sorrow of parting. The beautiful long shadow of parting has widened the distance between us. On this bank, you are on the opposite side of the river, and I can only stand across the distance. Misty says hello.

8. A few lights, dim all night long, lingering on the past life, the wind and frost crushing the plum blossoms, the orchids in the window, swing open the folding fan, the head is steamed with blue and white flowers, and a quiet curtain rolls, thinking about the past and present years.

9. Willows and crows crow in the courtyard at dusk, remember that person, and pear blossoms break with the moon.

10. I am sad and can’t say anything. I remember that day in the flag pavilion, the water was all gone and the wine stopped the wind.

11. What you can’t ask for is the everlasting togetherness, and what you can’t let go of is the long-lasting fate of past and present lives.

12. When fate ends, we sing a song to accompany each other across the world. We meet each other by fate. The wind breaks through the west window and we listen to the snow flying. The word "fate" is missing, and it's hard to dream of a dream that has lasted for thousands of years.

13. The fate is over, the small window is old and the moon is stained with old makeup. I have nothing to say by the window to comb the breeze, and the tears are stained with red makeup. We meet again in the same year and we don’t know each other.

14. When fate is over, I am leisurely looking in front of the court, and the flowers are blooming again. However, when the flowers bloom, people will not return, and when the flowers are ruined, how can people know how sad they are when they don’t return?

15. Ask me why I changed my original intention? But it makes me feel sad. The waning moon gradually becomes cold and hates the season, and the red leaves turn yellow and resent the autumnal equinox. Qin Lou always went to get beautiful girls, while Wu Palace ignored Huansha people. The crazy boy has a poor salary and his life is wasted on his aunt Hou Jiayin.

16. Among thousands of people, in the endless time, a person is neither a step early nor a step late, and he happens to rush to your life. This is not a kind of life. Deep connection.

17. Returning home alone, composing music sadly, each string and rhyme is heart-breaking, the lanterns are all gone, and the joys and sorrows are empty.

18. Every stitch, every stitch, every stitch makes a life; every little bit becomes a lie, don’t take every word seriously; every heart, every place, makes a grave, and every tear buries the surviving ones. If we only met you as we first met, how could the flowers fall and be crushed into dust.

19. You said that the world of mortals has been full of obstacles since ancient times, including birth, old age, illness and death, and the fleeting ephemeral flowers. But I sighed to the sky alone, watching the changing shadows of the heat and coolness, and no one called me.

20. The cold mirror shatters the red makeup and picks a fragrant water chestnut. Flowers fly from high-rise buildings at night, and this love can never be forgotten even in a dream. Who can tell my heart to me?

21. No one sees the flowers falling every year, chasing the spring spring out of the ditch.

22. Once upon a time, there was no water in the sea, but Wushan was not a cloud. The water of forgetfulness can erase all memories, but it cannot erase the deepest pain engraved in the heart.

23. The higher the mountain, the smaller the moonrise. The moon is so small, so bright! I have something to think about far away. I haven't seen you for a day, and my heart feels quiet. Gathering bitterness, gathering bitterness, go to the south of the mountain. How can it be so embarrassing to be so worried? Your heart is as solid as gold and stone, and your ego is as pure as ice and snow. A hundred-year-old alliance was formed, and suddenly it became a one-day separation. Morning clouds, dusk and rain come and go, and I miss the bright moon from thousands of miles away.

24. The moon shines brightly on the gums, and the cold plum trees have sparse shadows and solitary fragrance. Admiring the view from the west window, I feel melancholy. When I miss you, I sigh a few times as the tea cools.

25. Good dreams keep you awake every night.

26. The dream words are sipped lightly, and a curtain of dreamy yellow beams are spoken; the drunkenness is deep, and the drunk dancing shadow is bought by leaning on the railing; the cinnamon lotus falls into the water, and the fragrance is rippled one foot; the green screen of the boat is painted poetically. Fan Ming.

27. There is snow in Nantang, but it falls silently.

28. You must remember that the red sandalwood is not extinguished, and I am not gone either.

29. Can’t see the chains that must be carried after the sweetness.

30. A wisp of cold fragrance is far away, the passing snow is deep, and the smile is shallow. Would you like to save me in the next life?

31. Green bamboos are swaying all over the mountain. In this season of blooming flowers, I pick flowers for pendants and climb branches for flutes. I hope to join hands with you to listen.

32. In this life, the years are passing by, holding hands in the mortal world, day and night, condensing words into love. We are dependent on each other, like a flower, you are the warmth that I keep alone, and you are not negative, and the prosperous lips are lingering. That day, the sky was dark and gloomy, just like my mood. Stepping on broken sentiments, my eyes are filled with frost, the wind is blowing, and the cold is still there. I close my eyes and can't remember your complete smile. At this moment, my world begins to snow.

33. Butterflies circle under the Qingchuan River, pretending to be from Nanshan. Flowers pity people and they are drunk. People are dead in strange places. A few infatuated loves turn into butterfly dreams, and the scattered flowers enter the mortal world. Infatuated love Like a butterfly, memory is like a flower, the butterfly relies on the flower, the flower cherishes the person, the person is gone, the glitz and indifference, and the flower sleeps alone. Thoughts are like a rainbow, with overflowing colors. I ask when the butterfly dream will return. I am drunk under the colorful bridge on the Chinese Valentine's Day. Walking intoxicated, people are already mourning. Tears under the flowers, how much love.

34. As light as water, as clear as tea, with flowers flying between your fingers. The soul is in the wind, the shadow is in the fog, and the youth is buried in the rain. Hair like snow, face like jade, lonely and arrogant. When I saw everything thoroughly, I suddenly felt that being awake would be uncomfortable. When the soul is hurt, it suddenly becomes clear that there are too many helplessness and too many inconsistencies in reality. Loneliness has become a kind of belief. I use loneliness to heal my wounds, use blood to make ink, build a city with flowers blooming undefeated, and use tears to make clothes, to perform a magnificent performance! The long night is full of deep love, and the moonlight is like a mourning person who has not returned. The flowers are falling, the rain is deep in my heart, and the prosperity comes to an end with tears streaming down my face.