Antique short sentences are beautiful enough to cry for five words.

1, the flowers are fragrant, recalling yesterday's remnant red street. The wind is clear, the frost is fierce, the moon is deeply sad, and tears melt like snow.

2, the glitz of the world of mortals is fleeting.

3. When an actor enters a painting, life is a world. Beauty and white hair, green hair and youth. Playing with him and her, who knows what's on his mind?

4, the edge of the edge is like water, with a lot of dust, just for a word, waiting for the next encounter.

5, autumn wind, wear dust, clouds, water, silence, stay in the world of mortals, waiting for an agreement.

6. Bamboo dock has no dust and water, and acacia is separated from the city. Autumn frost flies late, leaving dry lotus to listen to the rain.

7. Slim fingers open the cloud dream of the night.

8, head black gauze, book ivory in hand. There is noise in the temple, but privacy in the flowers. A room full of silver flowers crowded thousands of households.

9. Grass is home, and the moon enters the fence. Qingquan makes tea and gossips about Sang Ma. Reed flowers are picked by the stream, and Liu Xia enjoys spring buds.

10, pile up green spring grass, dance butterflies and fly over the bridge. The sun is still early, and the lying cow plays the flute. Old people fish in the stream, and fish eavesdrop on pastoral songs.

1 1, a pot of green tea, some gossip. At sunset, green shoots. Enjoy the prosperity of the world and go home clean-handed.

12, three feet Longquan, dashing and heroic. Travel all over Qian Shan, among the chivalrous. How can it be compared with the cold window? Who is the beauty of wine?

13, the vast land is broken with one sword. Where is the prosperity?

14, finally covered the world for the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. After Hua Rong thanked him, it was just a scene, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.

15, in the bleak scene, you have the most beautiful shadow, elegance refers to quicksand, and you are getting old for a while.

16, full moon, cold plum lonely. Looking at the west window, the Iraqis were disappointed. When I miss you, I sigh some herbal tea.

17, I'm not me. It's not me in Suzhou that you turned and walked away.

18, when autumn goes and spring comes, who pities the wind and lotus in Quyuan? Although the flowers are white, they are lifeless.

19, the world once promised under the cherry tree. Wandering home, Buddha's heart. Snow moon with wind flowers, it is difficult to realize the truth for a while.