Tik Tok has 82 ancient Chinese sentences.

First, a gentleman does not joke, and he waits for a hundred years.

Second, everything is done by people, and tears flow first.

Three, smile for a thousand years, and know a gentleman several times.

Fourth, the mid-level mountain room is waiting for the bright moon, and a green tea is enjoying the bosom friend.

Fifth, there is no choice but to sigh on the bridge, but forget how to forget Sichuan in the river.

6. I hate that I didn't accumulate fate before my death.

Seven, falling into the dream of the world of mortals for no reason, causing three thousand troubles.

Eight, times have changed, people are gone, and the time of cooking rain has been contaminated with dust.

Nine, floating life three, my love has three, day, month and clear.

Ten, what can't stay is the past, and what can't stay is the people's heart.

Eleven, who should be robbed by whom, who becomes obsessed.

Twelve, who finally made the string break, the flower fell on the shoulder, blurred.

Thirteen, a few cups of turbid wine, waiting for an old friend, a few xuanqin, playing deeply.

Fourteen, I heard that my husband's family is good, and my daughter wants to hear more for the rest of her life.

Fifteen, Jiangnan figures, Tianshui is completed, and Heaven is God's will.

Sixteen, if life is difficult to meet him, only death can recognize him.

Seventeen years old, but know that past lives are carved in stone, how many people have dreams?

Eighteen, if you are not responsible for supporting the elderly and managing the family, how can you deserve my beauty?

Nineteen, the previous life hated the king, and this life was black and blue.

20. If I speak first, will the days still flow like running water?

Twenty-one, in a trance, time is stagnant, and the years are quiet. Just like ten years ago.

Twenty-two, the month is not the past month, and the spring is not the past spring. Only this body is the past.

Twenty-three, even if I beat my rival in love by three thousand, I am not in your heart.

Twenty-four, although young and romantic can be painted, it is difficult to develop their own style.

Twenty-five, seeing you, pouring out my heart, missing my life, breaking my heart.

Twenty-six, in order to meet someone and enter the world of mortals, I will go if someone goes, and this body will not leave dust.

Twenty-seven, I rummaged through 3,000 poems, but none of them were about you.

28. If time is a drunken firework, can you watch the splendor with me?

Twenty-nine, you mourn for me, and I promise you a picturesque life and be a family all your life.

Thirty, I can't swallow the golden jade, but my throat is full. Thin can't be seen in the diamond mirror.

Thirty-one, I have been in the world many times, and I can't find your afterlife. Goodbye.

Thirty-two, time is too thin, fingers are too wide, a casual glance, years have passed.

Thirty-three, just, I won't pick my favorite peach blossom, and neither will I.

Thirty-four, whoever has the beauty has a panoramic view, and whoever has the sadness.

Thirty-five, how can the beauty in this world be compared with a girl like Chunfeng?

Thirty-six, light and darkness alternate, sin is born, and black and white yin and yang fish alternate and devour each other.

Thirty-seven, that's all. Spring and Autumn is like a dream. Ask the mountain without saying anything, and ask the water to grow eastward.

Knowing you at the beginning of life is like the return of an old friend. When will the horizon be bright and the moon be new? I miss each other the most.

Thirty-nine, if you see that I have color. Beg me with my voice. It is heresy. Can't see the Buddha.

Forty, in his lifetime, He Xing met. Meeting the right person is a blessing.

Forty-one, light a lamp, listen to the lonely flute all night, wait for a person, wait for three or four rounds.

Forty-two, who scattered the smoke, who scattered the vertical and horizontal; Listen to the string and break three thousand infatuations.

Forty-three, the universe is vast, and tears are inexhaustible. At the end of the year, I am obsessed with being a person in this life.

Forty-four, I am surprised that my lovesickness is not exposed. I didn't know what it was, but I went deeper.

Forty-five, everyone wants to be together until the end of time, but it is just an old dream.

Forty-six, spread a piece of paper, dip it in some ink, write a few volumes of clouds and smoke stories, and write a time like water.

Forty-seven, everyone is thinking about the piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and hops, but no one can escape the daily necessities.

Forty-eight or ten years of life and death, nothing to think about, unforgettable, lonely grave thousands of miles away, nowhere to be sad.

Forty-nine, childe don't have to feel guilty, how to say thank you, at least give me an empty joy.

Fifty, half a lifetime of fatigue, all in vain, the inscription is perfect, who can see, the oath of seclusion between mountains and rivers is scattered.

Fifty-one, Hua Lian is thin and jade is light, and pink is light and sweaty. Make up, sleep in the water, April day in Jiangnan.

52. At the beginning of the world of mortals, mountains and rivers are boundless. Facing the initial heart, smashing nightmares is impermanent, and life is unparalleled.

Fifty-three, the cottage is my home, and I would like to change my life into glitz, a wisp of smoke and a roll of sake words.

Fifty-four, you are a rain in my dry years. You came in good faith. I can't afford to get sick.

Fifty-five, I am a happy family with mountains and rivers, gossip and horses. After listening to a pipa, there is nothing to worry about.

Fifty-six, the bonfire behind you made another red account tonight, but the sword and shadow of the Ming Dynasty buried you and me together.

Fifty-seven, finally covered the world for the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. After the glory of China, it was just a scene, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.

Fifty-eight, trance, wandering. I think of the flood in Fengtian, the rainy season and the slightly cold early autumn.

Fifty-nine, gardenia bloomed at the right time, love at first sight, clever smile, clever smile, your heart is my fault.

Sixty, the old soul on the Sansheng stone, the moon and the wind; Shamed lovers come from afar, although the opposite sex still exists.

Sixty-one, don't blow the gentle wind all your life, don't miss the Anhe Bridge all your life, and don't want to accompany you all your life. Don't forget your promise when you come back.

Sixty-two, scrolls and scrolls are full of ink, depicting people in the past, old springs and old waters with white eyebrows wrinkled, and the shadow of Leng Yue Half Star Gate.

Sixty-three, beauty is far away, and lovesickness is bitter and hard to compensate. Ten years of love, a hundred years of crossing, do not cut acacia, can not bear to care.

Sixty-four, even if it is not satisfactory, it is worthy of the heart. You can't look back all your life and forget the road ahead.

Sixty-five, Jiangshan's blood-stained picture scroll, how can it be a little cinnabar in your brow, covering the world, but it is still prosperous.

Sixty-six, nothing grows here, and then you come here and miraculously everything grows. This is my heart.

There are kites in spring, fish in summer, bluebirds in autumn and geese in winter. Letters come and go, and days pass by.

Sixty-eight, I just want to protect the people around me, if I was born guilty. Then kill a piece of pure land and stop killing.

Sixty-nine, there is a wisp of incense here, and I hope my daughter will fall. When is the most violent time when the symptoms of lovesickness come? The lights are half dim and the moon is half bright!

Seventy, flowers bloom and fall, and the water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. I couldn't get rid of this situation, so I frowned and took it to heart again.

Seventy-one, you promise to wear hongxia, and I promise to be gentle. Later, it was not mine to wear hongxia, but I paid for it.

Seventy-two, I will recite the splendid scenery of Dali and swear to cook with you and take the children home. When you leave, the red rope is broken.

Seventy-three, blur your face, dream of a beautiful city, a graceful dance, swaying brocade, and how many prosperous times have been turbulent.

Seventy-four, I can't see clearly. It's already sand. This life is just a cup of tea in a glass of wine, and it is already a wandering world.

Seventy-five, heartbroken by acacia, thousands of miles away, hardships, a thought of acacia into injury. Don't leave, dance, Iraqis look back and never forget.

Seventy-six, that year, the moon kissed Jia Jian, who was drunk with fireworks in Wu Peng? You wait under the eaves of a small bridge in the south of the Yangtze River, and when you turn around, it's the end of the world.

Seventy-seven, when the flowers bloomed in the first month of that year, the crowd was like a tide, but when I saw the boy in white, I secretly promised, all the year round.

Seventy-eight, I'm not wronged, I just feel exhausted and can't struggle any more. Like a fish, it is about to suffocate; Like a flower, it will wither.

Seventy-nine, the flowers left at night are not in the middle of the pool, the courtyard building is foggy before the rain, the jade fat tears are three lines of light ink laughter, the flowers are withered, the piano dance is cold, and the tears are drunk.

Eighty times, tears wet begonia branches, and Dong paid a domestic slave. Mountains are flowers, water is blue, and green is miscellaneous. What's wrong with being intoxicated by you? I'm afraid your heart will break when you wake up.

Eighty-one, don't love worldly glitz, don't write the world of mortals, don't sigh that the world is cold, don't make people sad, just look at the flowers, wait for the flowers to fall, be warm and cold, and be as clean as ever.

Eighty-two, I have a pot of wine, enough to comfort the dust. I used to have two or three friends who stayed indoors every day. Now that I've been alone for 78 years, the wine lamp is still there and the dust has smelled.