Post some particularly sad words in WeChat Moments in an ancient style (selected 90 sentences)

1. Dreams promise, but the crowds are wrong.

2. Hurt this life, hate respect.

3. Farewell light, sea of ??bitterness.

4. Farewell to the wind and the sea of ??people.

5. Three lives of love, three lives of emotion.

6. Get drunk tonight and change the time.

7. Three lives of mistakes and three lives of attachment.

8. With the sound of farewell, the world is dispersed.

9. The east wind blows ten miles away, regardless of the rivers and lakes.

10. I sigh that you are gone now, and my heart is broken.

11. Your tenderness has its end.

12. It is hard for you to change your mind, and I am powerless.

13. Time has no trace, life is like a dream.

14. When the mountains have no edges, the heavens and earth will be united.

15. My happiness has nothing to do with you.

16. Hold your chin and sigh, ashamed to peek out of the window.

17. The past is gone, and I feel at ease.

18. The peach blossoms wither, but the peach fruits are lush.

19. A fleeting moment, forgotten for a season.

20. The autumn wind is like thunder, and one word is frightening.

21. Even if you are ruthlessly abandoned, you should not be ashamed.

22. The sky bears me down, and I bear the sky down.

23. If you promise to live forever, why do you regret it?

24. A life of drunken dreams and confusion.

25. Drink to clear away sorrow and spend your heroic spirit.

26. Just be ruthless and don’t worry about others’ suffering.

27. I can’t sleep while leaning against the awning window, drinking alone.

28. Leaning all over the place, just without emotion.

29. The tears flowed from the blow, and I remember that my clothes were stained with tears.

30. I pity the widow'e in the cold night and take a solitary photo with her.

31. Who is singing softly in my ears.

32. The apricot mud is getting red and wet, and the swallows are speechless.

33. The tall building with red sleeves is trying to return home.

34. People are falling asleep at midnight, and they are haggard in the middle of the night.

35. You should only guard your loneliness and cover up the gates of your hometown.

36. With a sad face and faded temples, spring will come again tomorrow.

37. Distant eyes are filled with sorrow and fragrant grass, and Hunan skirts recall spring flowers.

38. The sad swallow leaves a red line on its feet, and the annoying luan shadow is idle and fanned.

39. I would like to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground.

40. It’s a stormy night in the west building, and I shed tears even if I don’t listen to clear songs.

41. Even though I have written in detail several times, my sorrow is still broken, and I am surprised that thousands of them are evenly rounded.

42. In the evening, the grass on the bank of Jinling is flat, the sunset is bright, and the water is ruthless.

43. After the Queen Mother’s feast, the immortal’s tears filled the side of the golden plate.

44. Love is without words, so don’t waste your tears on the flower paper.

45. Willows in Xicheng make spring soft. Move away from worries. The tears are hard to hold back.

46. Let’s raise a glass and get drunk alone. After drinking the snow, we will be at a loss for another year.

47. Searching and searching, deserted and miserable.

48. Mei Ying is sparse, the ice is melting, and the east wind secretly changes the years.

49. After the fate is gone, the young man will cry so much and the fate will be so many dreams.

50. The flowers are fading, the grass is resting, the scenery in the guest house is beautiful, and the season has passed.

51. Who is revisiting the old relationship, missing you more and more, who knows after a night of love.

52. A finger in the breeze brings tranquility and tranquility. I guard it lightly and watch the passing years.

53. Thousands of charming faces stood there, speechless and tearful, looking back with heartbreak.

54. The lonely traveler is sad and dies, and the traveler travels hard on the steep mountains. ——Xie Lingyun's "Qilise"

55. I will not abandon the world, but the world will abandon me. ——Li Bai's "Farewell to the People of Caishan"

56. Ande relied on the sword to kill the long whale across the sea. ——Li Bai's "Song of the Linjiang King's Festival"

57. The water flows and the flowers wither, sending the east wind through Chucheng.

——Cui Tu's "Spring Eve"

58. The moonlight enters the high building, and I miss the two places. ——Qiu Jin "Bodhisattva Barbarian: Send a Female Companion"

59. Maybe it was the marriage in the previous life, or maybe it was the fate of the next life, which made it wrong to meet you in this life.

60. Watching Guo Waichun during the cold food period, the wild man is everywhere without hurting your nerves. ——Yun Biao's "Poetry of Cold Food"

61. Who can feel the ruthlessness and hatred? When the moon is clear and the wind is about to fall. ——Lu Guimeng's "White Lotus"

62. But Pinglan is speechless, and the fireworks in March make spring sad. ——Zheng Jueqi's "Yangzhou Slow·Qionghua"

63. A flying flower reduces the spring, and the wind blows thousands of points, which makes people sad. ——Du Fu's "Two Poems on Qujiang"

64. A green tree looks sad, and has been part of the hatred of several people. ——Bai Juyi's "Qingmen Liu"

65. Wherever the immortals are banished, there is no one to accompany me to the Bailuo Cup. ——Huang Tingjian's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou·Tour"

66. Ten years of life and death are vast, without thinking, unforgettable, thousands of miles away, lonely tomb, nowhere to talk about desolation.

67. Red tears are secretly hanging down, and the eyes are full of spring breeze and everything is wrong. ——Nalan Xingde's "Picking Mulberries: It Was Wrong at the Time"

68. When the flower letter comes, I hate no one as much as the flower remains. ——Yan Jidao's "Dian Jian Lip·When the Flower Letter Comes"

69. The concubine is like a mountain in front of the eyes, but the man is like a stone and the Buddha has no intention. ——Zhu Yizun's "Song of Yuanyang Lake"

70. The moon is shining brightly through the blue window, and I am worried about listening to the cold rain and wet my clothes. ——Zhang Zhongsu's "Two Poems of Autumn Boudoir Thoughts"

71. The sparse shadows lie across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance floats in the moonlit dusk. ——Lin Bu's "Mountain Garden Xiaomei·Part 1"

72. In the swing courtyard with sparse stars and pale moon, the hibiscus face is full of sorrowful clouds and hateful rain. ——Zhang Kejiu's "Sai Hongqiu·Spring Love"

73. The beauties cried at each other, and their clothes were wet with tears. ——Li Shizhong's "Bodhisattva Man·Zigui's Cry Breaks the Tower of the Moon"

74. The sun is setting in the daytime of the mighty sorrow of separation, and the whip is chanting to the east and pointing to the end of the world. ——Gong Zizhen's "Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai·Part 5"

75. The Huai River is long. Ten thousand hectares of mist and endless hectares of sorrow. ——Huaishangnu "Reduced Words Mulan Hua·Huaishan Yinyin"

76. The sad things in the Southern Dynasties through the ages still sing about the flowers in the backyard. ——Wu Ji's "Full Moon·Eternal Sadness in the Southern Dynasties"

77. When I look back at the heartbroken place, I shed no tears. ——Nalan Xingde's "Shanhuazi·The wind and catkins have turned into duckweeds"

78. The dust that disturbs horses and carriages is ruthless by the years and darkens the youth. ——Yuan Haowen's "Yu Leuchi·Yong Cup"

79. When it spins open, it spins down, it spins into nothingness, white hair is more cherished by lovers. ——Sikong Tu "Jiuquanzi Buying Apricot Blossoms"

80. In a trance, in a daze. I think of the sinking water in Fengtian, the rainy season, and the slightly cold early autumn.

81. Some days it’s sunny and sunny, and some nights it’s rainy. ——Gao Guanguo's "Businessman·Fanxihu Sitting in Yinzhai Tongfu"

82. Peach Blossom Cave, Yaotai Dream, and who is the lover of spring sorrow? ——He Ning's "Heavenly Fairy·Willow-colored Clothes" "Golden Phoenix"

83. The endless tears of lovesickness throw away the red beans, and the endless spring willows and spring flowers fill the painting building. ——Cao Xueqin's "Hongdou Ci"

84. It is the year of silent repatriation, and how many beauties have withered away from the empty tomb of heroes. There is no new chapter in the memory of the past, and it is difficult to stay nostalgic for the hometown.

85. There are thousands of meanings in the song. When I want to sing, the tears have already flowed, but the hatred should be more abundant than the tears. ——Du Anshi's "Bu Suanzi·A Song in front of the Bottle"

86. Two thousand years of obsession, but it has never been the same again. If we are not destined in the end, why should we let you and I meet each other in this life and see each other for ten thousand years?

87. The mountains and rivers in our eyes are empty and far away, and the falling flowers and wind and rain are more damaging to the spring. It is better to pity the people in front of you. ——Yan Shu "Huanxisha·Time is always limited"

88. When hundreds of thousands of nights are over, who will turn into a blue lamp for me? Who will lean against the door and watch the thousands of years of fireworks alone. There are only a few stars falling at night. Who holds the light for me? Who leans against the door and waits alone for thousands of years of loneliness.

89. There is no shore when flowers bloom, but the soul is still in the river after forgetting about it. When I'm drunk, I don't know how vast the smoke is, and in my dream, the lights are dimly lit. The flowers and leaves have not seen each other for thousands of years, but the fate is gone and the fate is dancing. The flowers cannot understand the words, the flowers nod their heads, and the Buddha saves my heart and sighs in vain.

90. I dreamed that Su Luo came to see the blue demon, and the butterflies buried the flowers and the white silk burned. Cover your eyes, reflect the falling of pistils, greet your smile, point your brow, and sway the hairpin. I'm not happy when the lotus leaves are dancing all over the place, my gauze skirt is fluttering, the wind can't see you, I'm happy to be alone and lonely. Wherever I have been sad recently, I still know my joy. ——Xin Qiji's "Nian Nujiao·Fu Yuyan"