Complete works of ancient poetry, a very classic space.

Whitehead is fame, old mountain is old, which hinders the return journey. I want to talk to Yao Qin. There are few confidants, who will listen to the broken string?

But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with a sword, sadness will come back, even though we drown them with wine.

A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.

There is nothing I can do to eliminate this situation, but I frown to my heart.

Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves.

Since ancient times, Leng Qingqiu Festival has been left out even worse.

How many times have you looked at me and played the flute in Bian Mei under the ancient moonlight? Arouse jade people, whether they are cold or crawling. He Xun is old, but he forgets the spring breeze. But strangely enough, the flowers outside the bamboo are sparse, and the spring cold enters the Yao mat. Jiangguo is lonely. I sighed and sent it away, and the snow began to accumulate at night. Cui Zunyi cried, and the red calyx was silent. I always remember working together to crush a thousand trees. It was cold in You Lan, and the debris was blown away.

Dead vines, old trees, faint crows, small bridges, flowing water, ancient roads, west winds, thin horses, heartbroken people in the sunset!

Pear flower courtyard melts the moon, and the catkin pond has a faint wind.

If two people have a long-term relationship, is it a matter of time?

Falling flowers deliberately follow the running water, and running water has no love for falling flowers.

Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju.

Love is love, love is love, and the dream is long. ...

How can we avoid the sadness and hate in life and what is the limit of solitude!

Life is naturally infatuated, and this resentment has nothing to do with romance.

Antiques: The Complete Works of Antiques and Aesthetic Poetry

First of all, the forest was black and the wind hit the grass, but the general tried to shoot arrows at night. Xia Sai Qu by Lu Lun, a poet in Tang Dynasty

Second, the autumn wind and autumn rain are sad, and sitting alone on a cold night is like beating. Qing Dynasty poet Tao Lian's Autumn Mourning

Three, Chai Men smell dogs barking, hakodate. Liu Changqing, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, Lord of Furong Mountain in the Snow

Four, the north wind blows white clouds, and Wan Li crosses the Fenhe River. Tang Dynasty poet Su? Amazing autumn

Verb (abbreviation of verb) suddenly, the deep voice becomes a more free tune, just like a long wind blowing in the forest and a heavy rain breaking tiles. Poets in Tang Dynasty "Listen to Dong Da Hu"

Sixth, the yellow tower is close to the river, and the spring is lazy and sleepy. Du Fu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote Seeking the River Alone.

Seven, but now I still remember that night, that storm, and I wonder how many flowers were broken. Spring Dawn by Meng Haoran, a poet in Tang Dynasty

Eight, last night, the west wind withered green trees, alone on the tall building, looking at the horizon. Dead Hua Lian by Yan Shu, a poet in the Northern Song Dynasty.

Nine, the clouds began to sink, and the rain was coming. The East Building of Xianyang City by Xu Hun, a poet in the late Tang Dynasty

Ten, wait for the east wind, colorful is always spring. Zhu's Spring Day in Song Dynasty

Eleven, a sail wind and rain three thousand, throw the same flesh and blood home together. Jia Tanchun by Cao Xueqin, a poet in Qing Dynasty

Twelve, the wind blows my heart and hangs Xianyang tree in the west. Li Bai, a poet in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, sent Wei Ba to Xijing in Jinxiang.

Thirteen, a gust of wind brought catkins and added sweetness to the store. Wu Ji pressed the wine to persuade the guests to taste it. Li Bai, a poet in Tang Dynasty, left at Nanjing Hotel.

Fourteen, last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon.

Fifteen, the clothes are wet, the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. Poet of the Southern Song Dynasty, Monk of Zhinan's quatrains

Sixteen, facing the moon with whitewashed walls, black crows are flying, and frost and wind are in the clothes. Qin Ge by Li Qi, a poet in Tang Dynasty

Seventeen, although the strong winds for several days have made the water rough, the wine ships keep arriving. Jie Yuan, a poet in Tang Dynasty, was drunk on Shiyu Lake.

Eighteen, loose wind blowing rain on the house, talking to himself between the broken paper windows. Qing Ping Le by Xin Qiji, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty

Nineteen, firecrackers in addition to the old year, the spring breeze send warm into Tu Su. Yuan Day by Wang Anshi, a Poet in Song Dynasty

Twenty, the bright moon is not surprised by magpies, and the breeze sings at midnight. Xijiang Moon by Xin Qiji, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty

Twenty-one, Jincheng silk tube day after day, half into the river and half into the clouds. Du Fu, a poet in Tang Dynasty. Flowers for Qing

Twenty-two, the wind is strong, send me to Qingyun. Lin Jiang Xian by Cao Xueqin, a poet in Qing Dynasty

Twenty-three, I like listening more; But few people understand, because in the long wind exchange. Tang Dynasty poet Mars "Listening to Mount An"

It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, and the east wind has started and a hundred flowers have blossomed. Untitled is from Li Shangyin, a poet in the late Tang Dynasty.

Twenty-five, the breeze and bright moon are unattended, and the south building is cold. Song Dynasty poet Huang Tingjian's "Ezhou South Building"

A very literary archaic sentence

1, no matter how lonely you are, those figures will always be unforgettable. Dark clouds cover the moon, you can't see anyone, and you can't tell how lonely you are.

There are trees and branches in the mountain, I don't know.

3, how many beauties have been lost, how many pieces of acacia have been broken, and only the blood-stained ink is crying.

I am on the other side of the river, and the watchman has come back, and there is no hope of coming back.

In the past, there were high-rise buildings singing and pulling strings at night, with dancing sleeves on them.

6. The solemnity of moonlight, the spirit of music, everything is just illusory, fleeting, one flower and one world, one leaf and one pursuit. A song and a sigh, a person's life.

7, listen to the string break, break three thousand infatuation. Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips.

8, the vast land is broken with a sword, where the bustling songs fall. Leaning against the clouds hides loneliness, even if others laugh at me.

9. Who finally broke the thread, the flowers fell on the shoulders, the paper was blurred, and the paper was worn out and blurred. But every sketch, every trace, seems to record the yearning that spans thousands of years.

10 I began to miss the bleak years I held in my hand and the splendid rivers and lakes. And those who have loved and hated.

1 1, one spring, the beauty is old, and the flower falls and everyone dies.

12, as beautiful as flowers and jade, as fleeting, I can go back to the past, but I can't go back to the beginning.

13, the fog cleared, I woke up. I finally saw the truth, and that was Qian Fan's silence.

14, LAM Raymond, Qionghu song month, the first floor of Long Ge. Every year, before and after the flowers, a statue of mellow wine. Water falls red-violet, only jade Qing heard it, but the situation is still the same.

15, turn around, a ray of Leng Xiang is far away, the snow is deep, and the smile is shallow. Will you fight me in the afterlife?

16, whoever forgets the other party first, dumping the country is the old country. I refuse to play. Shadows are amazing.

17, always born in a casual year. Look back at the other side. Even if it is found that the situation is longer.

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

20, still water flows deeply, singing and singing; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy.

2 1, lights and stars, sounds and songs are endless.

22. When the flowers bloom and the waves fall, I will be alone with you.

23, you can still quietly drink tea and crush this scene, bustling fireworks.

24. I always wonder whether my memory lives on the other side of the note and whether my ring died on the other side of the note. I always hide in the depths of dreams and seasons, listening to flowers and nights singing nightmares, singing prosperity and singing all the memories.

25. Are you always staring at the sunset and the sadness of being homeless?

Excerpts from sentimental archaic love poems _ archaic sentences

Excerpts from sentimental ancient love poems _ ancient sentences _ 1, ancient bamboo branches, bamboo branches, tears send acacia. Guests want to listen to Yao's grievances, Xiaoxiang midnight. Yu's Xiaoxiang Song

2. Antique health check? Ouyang Xiu's flower market lights were as bright as day last January night. On the willow, people meet after dusk. On New Year's Eve, the moon and lights remain the same. See last year, tears wet the sleeves of spring shirts.

3, the ancient rhyme Xiao Suoqing Zhu Qiu tears. Cool, muddy, sleepless. Wine wants to wake up in the middle of the night, and the moon is as bright as water. The lower cold calls for the winding weft. Tree golden wind, quietly slam the door. Cherish the old feelings and join hands, and think about it overnight. Feng Yansi's Recent Love

4, the ancient charm and beauty of time, if water, silent, no tentacles, has gradually passed away. Such as morning dew, bitter days are mostly, and decades are like one day, not sad or happy. Looking at the peach blossoms in the cool, swaying, fragrant and lingering, dancing in the spring breeze. It's hard to stay beautiful. Back in autumn, the stars are shifting, and they are often speechless and heartbroken. It hurts to think about it. Who can look haggard? Spring is budding and imagination is dancing. When we meet hand in hand, we will cross the peach blossom and stand shoulder to shoulder for thousands of years.

5. Looking back at the beautiful ancient style, it has been a long time; Turning around is the end of the world; Once you leave, you will never get another chance. We don't know each other well enough, or the years are too ruthless. I look forward to the spring dawn, and the flowers are branching gently. On earth, how much can wait and how much is worth waiting.

6, the ancient style can't sleep at night, and the chicken crows at dawn. Column hometown month, lotus field silhouette. The first muddy dream, sorrow like smoke. The heart is never flattering, and it is before the trend.

7, the ancient rhyme is the most pity for the pale moon, the past is like a ring, and the past is lost. Like a bright moon, I don't care about snow and ice. The fate of dust is fleeting, but the swallow still exists, said the soft curtain hook. After the autumn grave worries, the spring shrubs recognize amphibious butterflies. [Qing] Nalan Xingde's "The most pitiful death of Hua Lian in the sky and under the moon"

8, the beautiful old saying that life is alive, such as a white horse over the knee, suddenly. Both men and women live a long life, but they can remember everything you say.

9. I can't go if I want to, but I can swim for a long time. That year was the return of Japan, and rain and tears were lonely.

10, beautiful ancient style 1, predestined to meet. Fate meets, the ends of the earth, I hope to remember each other. Never look back, why not? However, there is no reason to swear. As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron? Long songs when crying, for those unfulfilled promises, for the deepest love in life, finally dispersed into clouds.

1 1, the ancient charm of the ancient style wants to change from intoxication to sadness, and the song keeps moving.

12, ancient rhyme and beautiful writing, listening to the wind, shaking the branches, looking at the moon and caressing the shadows. Thin thoughts cannot support your deep past. A faint smile can't remove the sadness I see. The Covenant made by children can't penetrate the thick years.

13, the ancient rhyme "Qingpingle"-can't keep people-Yan can't keep people. Go untie Lanzhou. Bibitao Chunshui Road. Know as much as you can where the warbler is singing. Willow is green. Leaves and leaves leave love. If you don't send it after the brocade book, there is no basis for painting the building.

14, there are tall buildings in the northwest of the ancient style, flush with the clouds. Sparse windowing, Aji third order. There are string songs, and the sound is sad! Who can compose this song? No one is Qi Liang's wife. Business is drifting with the wind. Sighing again and again, generosity is more than sadness. Those who cherish songs are bitter and hurt their bosom friends. Fly high for two swans. The fifth of nineteen poems "There are tall buildings in the northwest"

15, the ancient still water is deep, and the whole life is singing; Like smoke, fleeting; Ancient streets and lanes, such as meeting, if strangers; Once separated, half-life thinking, life and death wrong.

16, the beautiful antique night dew is sticky and cold, the clouds cover the fog, and the candle curtain is half bent. No relatives, disappointed to leave the shore. Everything happened yesterday. Looking back, dreams are flying. Too much water and smoke, falling flowers and wet eyebrows. Reading makes your heart stronger. If you see him at first sight, you will know that he is absolutely gorgeous. Face deceives snow, towel nylon feather fan, Mo Yun fragrance thousands of times. Water, hold hands. Ten thousand, lingering practice, who will change Wen's life?

17, the ancient style is infinite. Meet, but in a hurry. Beautiful hands, tears broken and red. So ask Yu Dongfeng? Spring has come, who are you with? Sui dike dissolves in water in March.

18, ancient custom-drunk at nine o'clock, Qiu Jiang is sad and haggard, and water is hard to chase. Poetry and wine are synchronized, and they will be drunk with you when they meet in the south in autumn.

19, the beautiful ancient curtain is first rolled, the wind is light and cold, and the mandarin duck is written in small print. Drinking, lovesickness. It's hard to think about a few games a month. Read, read. If you don't complain, you will have it. If the grass is far away, your heart will return to the old year. Never say goodbye, people don't return it. It's been a long time and I haven't slept for several times. Love, love.

20, beautiful old saying, the heart is micro-moving, but it is far away, things are not right, people are not right, things are not right, and the past cannot be chased.

2 1, beautiful antique pen with flowers, shallow marks and dull, plain ink, makeup, tearful eyes, a cold smile, light drunkenness, comfort the vicissitudes of life, rocking the boat, boating on the lake, a piece of smoke, fishing alone in the cold river to avoid snow, layers of ripples, gradually dispersed, light pen.

22. Ancient flowers blossom into poems and flowers become words. Flowers bloom and fall several times. Who is it and who has been attached to it for a lifetime? Who has burned out a lifetime of infatuation in the ups and downs of reincarnation?

23, antique bun hurts spring grass more, evening breeze courtyard in early May, light clouds come and go to the moon to sparse Li Qingzhao "Huanxi sand bun hurts spring grass more."

24, the ancient rhyme-Dongfeng willow wants green-Yan Shu Dongfeng willow wants green. Xiaoyu, Chu Qing. He is sleeping soundly in the fragrant pavilion, and there are warblers. Thin leaves and light waist. Make up. Spring is full of fragrance, and March is like the wind, which is tied to human feelings.

25, if the ancient wind leaves the river to pick lotus girls, laughing lotus * * * people. According to the new makeup, the water is bright and the wind is fragrant. Who goes to Yelang, 3355 reflects weeping willows. I walked into the fallen petal and saw my heart broken. Bai's Song of Picking Lotus

26. How much leisure is there in ancient quadrangles? Broken clouds have drunk the memories of places I have traveled. Nowadays, Cao Fang Road is green and rainy every year. The shadow is heavy and the sun is setting. Leng Wenxiang, you don't hate anyone The east wind blew catkins, and then they swam away with the swallows. Sam, have you been in love recently? West Lake is old. "

27. The beautiful ancient rhyme is years old and has not been dyed. Year is a sacrifice. Red makeup is tired of music, but its charm is lost in dance. In the long world of mortals, a song sings softly, depicting the loneliness and loneliness of half a life, as clear as water. Obscure glass, desolate city and complicated heart. The traces of death are deeply imprinted on the bones. Smoke flies and flowers are beautiful. The emotional robbery of the encounter is vaguely unforgettable. Some broken time, used to pay homage to fleeting time, ok?

28, the ancient rhyme spring breeze is still the same, and it is intended to follow the embankment. When the moth turns yellow, when the weather is fine. The year is purple and green, and the rain is thrilling tonight. There are only a few evenings to pass away the haggard life. Zhao Lingzhi's Qingping Music

29, the ancient summer tour, Yang Huafei is full of hair. No frivolity, no casual shame. Compared with beauty, Luo Shangyu is at a loss. Talk about sadness. Zhuang si di Xiang? Summer tourism

30. Thirty-three years of ancient rhyme, who survives today? Just gentlemen and the Yangtze River. However, it is pale, cold and dry. In the ancient county of Daosifu, there are pine windows on the cloud creek and pine windows on the bamboo dock. Nan 'an, not because of sending children, would rather cross my country? Yes, it rained, the wind danced with the forest, and the smoke covered the clouds. With this invitation, you can drink empty cans. Teacher Shi is old and disabled in her dreams. The sound is broken, the pedestrians have not got up, and the drums have been heard. Fang Ting in Su Shi's Works

3 1, the beautiful ancient style once said that acacia is not sad, why are the ends of the earth not together, and the Millennium expectation will eventually turn into dust, so don't look back, it will always be a flashy dream.

32. If I am just a passer-by in your vast sea of people, can I not be obsessed? If I'm just an ornament to you, can you keep me from getting drunk? If I am just the starting point of your half-life displacement, can you not let me leave? If I'm just your dispensable fireworks, can I not break them? Yu Yan ancient city, who will wait for me? Flowers bloom silently and fall all over the ground. Hurt who? Who broke your heart?

33. The beautiful old saying "Fire-stained Maple Grove", Qionghu song month, and Long song Yilou. Every year, before and after the flowers, there is a mellow wine. Red-violet only heard jade qing's words, but this situation remains the same.

34. The ancient Qingqing Mausoleum is on the cypress, and Leilei sword is on the stone. Born between heaven and earth, suddenly like a traveler. Wine and entertainment, talk about thickness. Che Ce, Sai Wan and Luo. Why depression, the crown belt is self-contained In Quluojia Lane, all the ministers exceeded the first residence. Looking from the opposite side of the palace, Shuangque is more than 100 feet. Feast and entertain, why bother? Nineteen ancient poems, the Green Mausoleum on the cypress, the third.

35. The ancient style leaves the field during the day and night, and the children in the village are the masters. Sun did not solve the problem of farming and weaving, but also learned to grow melons in the shade of mulberry trees.

36. The ancient custom-getting drunk at eight o'clock, the beaded curtain lifting to watch the moon running, the pipa blushing, the breeze blowing cold, Leng Yue haunted, leaning against the window and wearing light makeup.

37. Looking back, Shao Hua is different. I fell in love with you for the first time for a thousand years, and no one can pity you. Who should be robbed by whom, who is fate? A fleeting teenager who cries in the blink of an eye is not a human landscape. There is an afterlife, willing to be a lang, meet for a lifetime, fall in love for a lifetime, and stay together for a lifetime; If there is an afterlife, I would like to grow old with Lang, hold your hand and be drunk in Pipa Jiuqu Lane.

38. The ancient style will stay in the end of the world and will be more beautiful. May is the most hateful flower, which grew last year. Shangyin

39, the wind of the ancient ink, the book is hopeless. Talking to you on the bar is as warm as jade, and then I gradually became possessed by demons and sneered at people's indifference.

40, the ancient dream was shocked in the middle of the night, and it was difficult to sit down and sigh. I know who sent the bright moon, but I despise acacia.

4 1, beautiful antique window drizzle dressing table, red costume, charming figure. Leave you with a smile, no matter how sad you are! The mirror is full of dreams, the moon is flawless, and the shadows are dancing. The flowers are drunk and the moonlight is blurred! Who knows if the player is fickle and negative? Late at night, a few lines of tears!

42. Meet in the ancient rhyme body. At that time, apricot blossoms were sparse and flowers were in full bloom. The stars were as clear as your eyes last night. Today, things are human beings and flowers are human beings. A fleeting dream begins in silence and finally disappears. If the flowers are in bloom, Ye Fei will be in harmony. This meeting and parting, just a few months of light and shadow, like blooming fireworks, will suddenly be destroyed to the extreme.

43, the ancient rhyme lips-drunk canoe-Qin Guan drunk canoe, letter flow leads to deep flowers. The fate is wrong, and there is nothing to be done between the flowers. The water is boundless and the setting sun is thousands of miles away. Countless, red as rain, don't remember the way.

44. Where does Gu Quan belong? There is no way out. Someone knows where to go in spring. Take it back and live together. Without a trace, who knows. You need an oriole. Nobody can solve it, because the wind flies over the roses. Court sword "Where does Qingping Music Return to Spring"

45, the ancient style is arrogant, and it is calm for several times. Xi Liang Yin, some books. If life is just like the first sight, why draw a fan in the autumn wind?

46, the Millennium ancient rhyme dream tears for a thousand years, this life will not change. But the world of mortals is obsessed, and the old moon laughs and leads the middle line. Guarding for love, sighing for love, playing the piano and singing carefully. Ask why butterflies fall in love, but dream for thousands of years. Flowers bloom on the other side, birds fly alone, but there is nothing in front of the river bridge, and they are not lonely all their lives.

47. Beautiful ancient style, broken bridge, poor, old dreams hate the sky. Who can ask if it is lonely and desolate? There are always thousands of people in Qian Qian in the wilderness, lonely and proud of the world. Who can hide? Lonely and cold, there is no bird habitat, jathyapple is full of resentment, like a flower, affectionate and heartless; Yesterday, a curtain of dreams, broken strings of dust, plain and fragrant, delicate hands are difficult to adjust, like a year of flowers in the water, like a flying flower blooming in the boundless, hanging in the evening and dying, misty and residual rain across the sky, tears streaming down my face, empty heart.

48, the ancient rhyme leaves come back to the roots-snow can be light and leaves alone, and the sky is high and flowers flow. When the wind comes, the tree falls first. Yellow should be close, and Linz's green is still relatively strong. Double floating, lonely and desperate. It is hard to feel sincerity, and the decline will not stop. Who wants to ask new troubles?

49. The ancient style is willing to win a heart and never leave. Remember me for a moment, I miss you for the rest of my life.

50, the beautiful ancient style is drunk and smoked, and people are like dreams, and they come to the secluded path at night. A river caught fire and sent it straight to midnight. I hate lovesickness too early, but I feel anxious and spring is surging. It is the Ming Dynasty to hang down and practice, knowing and leaning. Gone with the wind, I don't know the past grievances, I hid around the wicker sash, and I quietly brushed the threshold. The moon begets pity and dreams are high. Pray for a warm candle, but it's far away, comforting Wang Jiao. Chinese wine, a solitary lamp shines alone, and the shadow is hard to disappear.

5 1, antique Fufen Lang Jun and Fennu. Teach powder application and Zhu application. However, ice and jade are brittle. Guests can send gifts to the goddess, and your majesty sends books to cher. Soul East goes to find Sang Yu. Stone.

52, the ancient style listens to the string and breaks 3,000 infatuations. Flowers fall and the wind blows once. If pity falls on anyone's fingertips.

53, the ancient rhyme is long and the ancient style is faint and difficult to write. Who asks for love in the world of mortals? Under the moon, silently remember your feelings. I gently brushed away those unforgettable and scarred footprints, set foot on the pen tip and sprinkled the vicissitudes of life. I met a month ago, and now, I am tolerant and lonely. A rare gesture like yesterday. Thousands of ordinary notes were engraved on tablets, but books were left behind. The noise drifted away and did not persist. I would also like to thank Chunhong and Qianfeng for coming back to the pavilion. Waiting, wandering, deep and lonely.

54, the ancient moon is half curved, the clouds are stained with ink, and a touch of acacia will fade. Flowers, willow leaves, faint sorrow, faint sorrow. Everywhere is the end.

55, the ancient rhyme is graceful and graceful, not fragrant and not greasy. E only with the moon, young women don't forgive frost. Far from being full of hand injuries, it is suitable for heartbroken. Who is Cheng Zaoxiu? Don't keep the old days. Li Shangyin's Meeting Plum Blossoms in Mid-November.

56. The ancient night is also bright, the moon is also bright, and the cold light only shines. Toads have feelings, too Yi Ping, Nianping, wants to send grief to distant stars. Love can finally be peaceful.

57. The ancient style upstairs wants to rest at dusk, and the jade ladder is like a hook. Bananas don't show lilac festival, but the same spring breeze worries them. Li Shangyin's Generation Gift

58, the ancient style is absolutely unique, the fog and frost are full of Yuqionglou, and the graceful figure reflects the water flow. Solve homesickness? Hair turns white when it enters the snow.

59. Prose with beautiful ancient rhyme is full of simple poems and broken words. The three students have deep feelings and shallow fate. From then on, the sword is waving in the battlefield, and you are waiting for your thoughts. The window warms the wine. Who whispers in the room and meets the fallen leaves in autumn? The water flows by itself, and the lingering flowers rain at night, and Hou Jun returns to acacia. The sword tries the throat, but the tears on the red paper are not collected. Zhu Yan was thin and empty, and he was worried when he heard the news. Singing breaks the hook of the moon, darkens the night sky, and the rhyme of the piano makes people feel wrinkled and sad. Who is staring endlessly in the ocean of flowers?

60, ancient customs-at midnight, pour a glass of red wine, quiet and shallow.

6 1, the ancient rhyme wants to pay Yaoqin. Who will listen to the sound when the string is broken?

62, the ancient rhyme female crown child-midnight last night-Wei Zhuang midnight last night, clearly dreaming on the pillow. Long old peach blossom face, low frequency arch eyebrows. Shame and joy, want to go and feel reluctant. It's so sad to know that it's a dream.

63, the ancient rain washes the green ghost wind dew, and the double stars outside the cloud are at the beginning. The night is empty and the moon whispers in the cloister. Stay, stay, not like last year. Zhang is like a dream.

64. Aestheticism once said that lovesickness is not sad, so why are the ends of the earth not together? Looking forward to the end of the year, don't look back, it will always be a flashy dream, a beautiful ancient style and a smile. View, misty rain. Open the curtain of dreams and turn your dreams into a wisp of light dust, such as orchids, dancing, and autumn water, such as smoke and rain. Into a soft heart, thousands of miles of delusion, flowing at the fingertips, deep and quiet, through the affectionate gaze of the flowers on the other side.

65. Under the moon, the ancient phoenix tree is broken, the wind is chaotic, and cockroaches fly. Be tolerant, it makes people drunk every year. Nightmares dream of a long night, people don't see, only empty tears.

66. The most painful poem of ancient style: Ruthlessness is not like sentimentality, and one inch is still ten million. Jade house spring.

67. What does wind energy do when the ancient style does not move? If you don't get hurt, the years will be fine.

68. Who thanks for the beautiful antique bonus? The leaves are green. Who is it? Who is cold in the moon? The wind dispersed. Who is it? Flowers bloom in one season and wither in another. The trees are green and the ground is yellow. Hook Leng Yue, full of acacia! After all, it is a reincarnation of past lives, and I can only accept my fate if I don't want to. I really don't care, I just can't do it. Yes, I forgot when I walked along the way, and I kept turning back all the way, unwilling, reluctant ~ ~

69, the ancient rhyme Xijiang Moon-who is younger in Yun Chun in October-who is younger in Yun Chun, Fan Chengda in October, who sees the wind twice a year. This is the blue bridge in England. The flowers in Italy are good. Beauty turns pale into powder, and six reeboks are born and sold every month. The frost leaves are full of court, and there is no east wind and no age.

70, the ancient style is like water, the silver is far away, and there is a dream of crossing the bridge. Xiang, yard, begging for the moon. Come to a lotus style, embroider a needle and pick a butterfly. A slap in the face, the ceremony is thin, and the eyebrows are thin and drunk. Like rain and fireworks, youth always grows old. Tung shadow, weaving cattle night, and lying down to see the present. The incense tray is wrapped in green silk, and on the first day of the month, it worships Yunqiao. I admire you silently, but I can't tell you in my heart. I caressed Jinxian to find a place. The east cloud floats, and Moody is far away in the west of the river.