Beautiful Chinese sentences

1. Beautiful poems about Chinese style

A beautiful poem about Chinese style 1. Chinese-style sentences should be beautiful, not poems and songs.

Pour into the blue and green, carrying a bunch of solitary flowers.

It's strangers who remember strangers' flowers. Goodbye.

Flowers are blooming and tea is flourishing everywhere. Love is so overwhelming that life is beautiful.

A piece of snow, a piece of wind, slowly lit cinnabar, drifting past thoughts, smiling and recalling the past.

Fold a beam of moonlight into a mirror and carve a delicate expression for yourself, waiting for flowers to bloom and fall.

Red crisp hands, Huangteng wine, Mancheng spring willow. Dongfeng evil, with a faint heart and a cup of sadness, has been separated for several years. No! No! No!

Phantom _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

The withered, dusty, red silk thread watered her.

Empty comfort is hard to miss.

A thousand miles of breeze, a lifetime of inaction.

Tired, tired, tired

Xiaoxiang tears, green wax broken, a sacrifice from the buckle.

Broken scenes are a waste of sadness.

After years of ups and downs, the sunset smiles.

Ignorance, ignorance, ignorance.

Overlooking the scenery and looking around,

Broken mirrors and broken eyes.

All I know is that after years of mistakes,

Smile,

Dong limei,

Empty talk about wrong country makes people cry.

Gan Kun turned to luck and charm,

Past lives are karma, and this life is sin.

The lamp on the wall is dark and fragrant.

Have you noticed,

Cangzhou is old,

The slow current comes and goes from the bay.

2. Who has a beautiful sentence with Chinese style?

The scholar's mind was on the bamboo fence you laid by yourself beside the Shunteng climbing field, but the love of this life was recorded by embroidered shoes stepping on the mossy corner. Three hundred years ago, I sprinkled your quiet and beautiful hair on my head with Yi Yi's crazy grass calligraphy. I wanted to tie up your slender body lines, which can be fully displayed without shaking the pen, but your cheek can only draw a sketch of my broken pen cluster and write a method to smudge your smile, but the day lily beside me didn't answer. Clothing lines are smooth as cursive script, and plain on paper, but my ears are always outlined with vermilion wet pen. I use the wire drawing technique that I am not good at to make your demure like a silkworm spinning silk, and you alternate with me when painting. On the other side of the river, I played the flute to show my love lightly. I spread a thick ink painting window in the west wing, you fondled the piano and Ruan Sheng to make me put down my pen, and you picked up plum branches to play with me. Hidden under the running water bridge in the south of the Yangtze River, the silk scarf in your hand is fragrant and fragrant, so I am addicted to your skirt and got the dream flower on today's paper. Finally, I used evasive brushwork to write down our past in past lives clearly on paper with cold handwriting. This is an online poem from a long time ago, which reminds me of Chinese style. I have some myself.

3. Find a few sentences with unique China flavor.

The sun is setting, the sky is full of sunset clouds, reflecting the golden sea, the microwave is swaying, and thousands of miles of streamers are golden.

The evening breeze is warm, blowing over Yang Shulin on the precipice of Wan Ren, rolling up white catkins all over the sky, floating around magnificently and falling on his nose and face. The warm and itchy feeling suddenly reminded him of many things in his childhood.

This is the place where he first saw the sea. Unexpectedly, time flies, and he came to this Nanshan in the East China Sea today. This is the peak of Nanji Mountain. The surrounding mountain stream gurgled through the peach tree forest, merged into a torrent, and flew down from Longyayan, forming an amazing waterfall.

Because the mountain is too high, the waterfall falls halfway up the mountain and is scattered by the sea breeze. At the foot of longtan lake, I can't see the waterfall for a long time, only feel the drizzle all over the sky.

★★★★ Ten thousand, hairpin, bronze mirror, copper basin. ★★★★ Very classical and feminine four words ♀ When I see these four words, it always seems that there is a woman sitting in front of me in a gauze as thin as a cicada's wing, Liu Yemei, looking at the bronze mirror and looking at her temples.

Covered with moss, water usually flows from head to ground. A strand of hair covered the beautiful eyes of black mercury.

As soon as she shook her head, she threw her hair aside because she was looking for something for her hair. What is this? Is it Jiangnan silk? Is it a handkerchief from my wife? Did you knit a piece of silk yourself? Hundreds of thousands of years have passed, and she has no voice. I can't ask her gently.

Besides, I can't bear to disturb her, so let her look around quietly. However, she tied her hair up.

A carved dressing table, a bronze mirror, and a faint patina on the edge. How many young women looked around and gestured at it? How many proud women have you had? Those women who once called Qu Ba a talented woman and whose beauty envied many dancers, and "the silver comb inlaid with shells was rattled by her rhythm, and the skirt stained with blood and wine" also wore red makeup? There were many women who put up with hardships and chanted, "Drive away the orioles, and don't cry on the branches.

The crow surprised my dream and said that she went to the camp in western Liaoning to meet him there. "Spring scenery is still old, people are empty and thin, and tears are red and sad." "You live at the head of the Yangtze River and I live at the end of the Yangtze River. The woman who misses you every year and drinks the Yangtze River water together once shed tears at it every night and turned her head white? Maybe her man was arrested by Qin Shihuang's men to repair the Great Wall, maybe her man was recruited by Han Wudi's men to fight Xiongnu, or maybe her man was recruited by Tang's men to fight Tubo. Maybe she is a cultured or palace woman, or she is eagerly waiting for her lover to take the exam in high school so that she can marry herself, or maybe she is waiting for an official or even a king to be lucky ... then she is married, and the bronze mirror should still be full of bitterness and sadness.

So, what kind of woman is she? Which dynasty is she from? Speaking of "getting old and dying" and "the pommel horse in front of the door is cold", how did she sadly understand her sparse hair withered like autumn grass? The bronze mirror should be round in shape, so as to print the face of jade melon seeds. Sometimes, maybe she will hold her elegant dance skirt.

Maybe I want to keep it, just like a fickle lover, or a husband who never sees anyone in life or death, guarding the border. How much bitterness and love words are heard by this bronze dead mirror.

After listening to it, will it also understand human nature, like the affectionate seed in the Grand View Garden, to accompany these poor women to shed a tear? Or, when she is done, she will clip her hair with a hairpin. From this word, I know that she must have made a hair clasp with a green bamboo stick at the earliest, so she has the elegance, elegance and nobility of bamboo, and her hair has a faint fragrance of bamboo.

I think she must be more lovely and romantic because of the taste of bamboo. Will she arouse men's unbearable lust because of the fragrance of bamboo, so men snore with the atmosphere and break up her long-busy hair, and she will be busy again.

On a very classical shelf, a very classical copper basin has a faint patina on its edge, which makes people wonder how many jade people have touched it and wandered in the basin. Jade man's face was thrown into the clear basin from a distance.

Perhaps, when she poured water, she was thinking of a man, but that man or sister called her or her mother, so she was surprised and the copper basin fell to the ground. So there are several large and small protrusions on the copper basin. Although it has been repaired, it is still obvious.

★★★★ Bold and graceful ★★ Bold and graceful, one is a very Han and Tang Ci, and the other is a very Song Ci. Bold, a very masculine word.

He is a very manly man, burly and kind. I have seen it in Wen Tianxiang's poems and read it in Yue Fei's poems.

It should be strong shochu, and it should be Li Bai's invitation to drink in exchange for a thousand pounds of fur. It should be Du Fu who invited his neighbor Weng to drink through the fence in the autumn wind cabin. It's a hero's fire, which should be drunk by Li Bai in a glass. Su Dongpo, Xin Qiji and Lu You hung around their waists as swords. It should be played by the border guards, and it should be played by the shogunate iron plate copper pipa.

It should be that the all-powerful general shouted "Swallow Wan Li like a tiger" on the war horse in the smoke, and it should be a frontier poet who wrote "Feather Fan Black Scarf" on the wall. It should be rustling in the choppy river of no return, and it should be an iron horse galloping on the battlefield.

Graceful, a very feminine and feminine word. Is a very gentle song dynasty woman, fragile and graceful.

She is probably at least a woman of the same period as Li Qingzhao, Liu Yong and Jiang Kui. I used to fly in the depths of the lotus, I used to fall in the sound of phoenix trees and drizzle, and I used to watch the moonlight hand in hand in Yang Liuan.

★★★★★ Hare, lyre, pipa ★★★★ Hare, lyre, pipa, I always think they are words related to love and bosom friend. Harp and lyre are the two most romantic words.

Through it, we can see the pure women in the ancient Zhou Dynasty, the ancient State of Zheng and the ancient State of Jin, carrying bamboo baskets or carrying them, bending down to pick mulberry leaves or wild vegetables in mulberry fields. So, one is.

4. Poetry with aesthetic style

Author: Xi Murong Life can actually be a poem. If you can let me move on slowly, looking forward to looking for it quietly, I will eventually shed tears in the dark clouds of dusk, for all the encounters I missed or didn't miss. In fact, life can always be a poem in the end. My heart will be cleaner after the rainstorm. If you are willing to wait for all the clouds to reach the destination, they will eventually come. Walking into a river and rain lane-Dai Wangshu walked alone in a long, lonely rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella. I hope to meet an aunt with a bitter fragrance.

She has the color, fragrance and sadness of cloves. She mourned in the rain, and her sadness seemed to disappear. She seems to wander in this lonely rain lane, holding an oil-paper umbrella like me, walking silently like me, cold and desert, sad and melancholy. She approached silently and breathed a sigh of relief. She drifted like a dream, like a dream.

Like a fragrant field floating in a dream, this girl floated from me; She walked away quietly, far away, to the broken fence and across the rainy path. In the elegy of the rain, her face faded, her fragrance dispersed and dispersed, even her sighing eyes and Ding Xiang's melancholy.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, a person lingers in a long, lonely rain lane, hoping to float past an aunt with a bitter fragrance. Shu Ting's > If I love you-/I'll never learn to climb Jinbao tree flowers,/I'll show off myself on your high branches; /If I love you-/Never learn from spoony birds,/Repeat monotonous songs for the shade; /It's not just like a fountain/It brings cool comfort all year round; /It's not just like a dangerous peak,/It increases your height and sets off your dignity.

/Even if it's sunshine/even if it's spring rain/No, it's not enough/I must be a kapok beside you,/standing with you as a tree. /root, clenched in the ground; /Leaves, lingering in the clouds.

Every time a gust of wind blows, we greet each other. /But nobody understood us. /You have your copper branches and iron shafts. /Like a knife, like a sword, like a halberd. /I have my red flowers,/like a heavy sigh,/like a heroic torch/we share the cold wave, lightning and thunder; /We * * * enjoy the misty rainbow; /seemingly separated forever, but dependent for life. /This is great love. /I believe it. /Love/Not only your stalwart body,/but also your persistent position and the land under your feet. If life is like the first time, if life is like the first time, if you hold hands and live with your son, you dare to be with your husband. Never leave, you become husband and wife, and you fall in love. I have missed your husband for a long time. Why didn't you think there was a better poet than me, whose dead wife couldn't hear his voice for a long time? So, I let Nong meet Lang. When the red plum came in spring, the hongxia on your southern branch was once a hibiscus flower, and now I just know you for the first time. Just as an old friend came back to see flowers full of tears, it was not * * * Wang Chu who said that Xue Tao wrote poems ten miles away until tomorrow, and it was easy for couples to seek priceless treasures. A willing person seldom keeps his eyes open all night. The trouble of your brow for a lifetime has never been a beloved night. When the stars sink to the bottom of the sea under the bright moon, you will see him at the window. After the rain, he will look at Sansheng Du Mu and Shili Yangzhou every other seat. Before that, he would say that his clothes would gradually widen and he would not regret it, so that he would be haggard and lost for Iraq. The micro swift flies in both directions, and the high city looks broken. The lights are dusk. When daffodils are waiting for themselves to bloom in silence, a woman in red can't imagine who can not be shaken by the sound of the piano. It turns out that the boat on the lake is static and solidified. Whether it is still dead at night or not, it is still difficult for you to fall asleep. Poetry is rippling in your heart. I like being sacrificed to an eternal myth by your songs. When all the noise begins to sleep, singing is my dream boat, on a dilapidated bridge. In fact, you said you were silently waiting for someone who made you haggard and old. You said it was definitely not me. You said that because I am a child, I can't understand the feeling of a rose expecting a new bud. Then you will be silent forever, and I am still wandering by the water's edge, looking at the oasis in the distance, begging you to meet me in the poems and dreams after a thousand years.

5. Some beautiful sentences about ancient style and rhyme, as the beginning of the article.

If the water is 3 thousand, just take a ladle to drink. There are thousands of beautiful roses, but there is only one regret!

All sentient beings, confused by flowers, have changed many times, and how many people care about their old friends? The moon is short and round, and generations have changed. Who sighs for the moon? Flowers bloom and fall, how many people bury flowers and shed tears? Neon flashing, paper confused, a few people wandering around the corner! The world of mortals is rolling, where is my heart?

Sigh past lives, lament the missing of this life, wait for the love of the next life, the marriage of the third life, who is waiting in the platform of reincarnation, accompanied by the other shore, accompanied by the loneliness and sadness of the third life!

Swear to the apocalypse, exchange my three fireworks for your lifelong confusion and marriage!

Years passed, thousands of years passed, thousands of years waited, and three generations passed. I, like a passer-by, appreciate how much sadness and change there are in the world. Since ancient times, several generations of reincarnation have become history, and I have experienced the sufferings of three generations. I can only look at them and say nothing. I have exchanged three generations of sadness for the opportunity, love and marriage of this life for me. The years of reincarnation are a few beauties, and the dazzling moment becomes a mulberry field. On the other side, flowers are always blooming, burning my lonely soul, but what is tumbling is my endless thoughts, and what is pressing is my endless persistence!

Standing on the embankment thousands of years ago, the waves beat against the rocks. Thousands of years of thoughts are mixed together!

Three-life love, Millennium reincarnation, Qionglou and vermilion attic; Shadows of bamboo forest, light solution to Luo Zhang, looking back at red leaves. Drunk in the battlefield, pointing out the country, laughing about the current situation, entangled for several years; Caressing a parting song, dancing a return of feelings, how much sadness, how many vicissitudes, the moment when youth and beauty passed away, drunk dancing and snow? Taste the wine of past lives, sing the songs of this life, and complain about the unfinished acacia!

You, I'll trade three lives for your whole life.

The change of history has finally come. I thank God for giving me this opportunity. Somehow, I long for your love. After several cycles, you are still the same person, and you have never changed. You're still the same person I gave up three lives for a lifetime marriage. I'll wait for you in that ancient temple, just like then. Things have changed, but why didn't I see you coming and why didn't I meet you!

I cursed the heaven for failing me for one thousand years, and the golden halberd and silver hook reflected blood night, and repaired my armor for nine days, but the heaven failed me for three lives.

I shed endless blood and tears, blood dyed the sky red, the towering mountains red, the heavy mountains red, and ruined thousands of years of cultivation. I would like to make a thousand-year blood curse for the lonely souls and wild ghosts.

-use my life to suffer and blur your life. ...

Long street pavilion, fireworks burst, I looked back by the light,

The moon flies, the world of mortals is rolling, and you sigh again.

Listen to the string break, only hate parting.

Rain or shine, three generations are sad and happy at a time.

Change your life with my three fireworks.

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Change your life with my three fireworks.

The street is long and there are many fireworks. You look back with lights.

Short pavilion is short, the world of mortals is rolling, and I sigh again.

Who finally broke the string, the flower fell on the shoulder, trance blurred.

How many beauties have been worn out and how many pieces of acacia have been broken, leaving only blood-stained ink to cry in chaos.

The vast land is broken with a sword, and the prosperity is gone. Leaning against the clouds hides loneliness, even if others laugh at me.

Let him know everything and smile for you.

Send a song to you, don't invite people to get together at the end of the song.

Who scattered the smoke, who scattered the vertical and horizontal ties.

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

Lights and stars, sounds and songs are endless.

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

Like this star is not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night.

Butterflies are beautiful. After all, butterflies can't fly across the sea.

Hand over the mountains and rivers and smile for you.

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

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6. What poems describe the beauty of women's classical elegance?

A beautiful woman is walking on the road, very beautiful. -The Book of Songs

Eyebrows are like jade feathers, muscles are like snow, waist is like a bundle, and teeth are like shells. -Song Yu

Looking from a distance, if the sunrise rises; If you are forced to check it, it will burn like a green wave. -Cao Zhi

Flying like a cloud, agile like a dragon. Face like jelly, eyes like paint. -Liu and Yi

Laugh in the dream, but your eyes are broken; Jade wrist is born, fragrant sweat is soaked in red yarn. -Xiao Gang

Hibiscus is not as beautiful as beauty, and the water temple is fragrant. -Wang Changling

Beautiful people who see the bright clouds, think of their clothes and see flowers come to see them. -Li Bai

Thirteen times more, cardamom branches in early February. -Du Mu

Look in the mirror before and after the flowers, and the faces intersect. —— Wen Tingjun

Beautiful women are full of flowers, and when they are surprised, they step on a dragon. -Su Shi

Oh, I don't know -Li Qingzhao

Fish sink and geese fall, birds are surprised, and flowers are shy and closed. -Tang Xianzu