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1. Although youth and romance can be drawn, it is difficult to write and expand it. 2. A bright moon, looking back who is missing. A cloudy glass of wine makes you drunk. A year's plan lies in spring, who is peach blossom? Looking back, who did you meet? A little rhinoceros, to whom is true love given? Take care, who did Tianya send? 3. Humane sea water is deep, not half as deep as acacia. The sea is still limited, and lovesickness is boundless. 4. Describe your life with my 3000 pen and ink. A complete collection of classic ancient views. 5. Different people are like jade, and the world is unparalleled. 6. A few cups of turbid wine, waiting for an old friend, a few songs of xuanqin, playing deep feelings. 7. Lonely as a flower, through the clouds, can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? . Sauvignon Blanc destroys the heart and soul. 8. I missed the ancient meaning of Chang 'an and the flowering period of Luoyang. I caught a glimpse of your blue boat wading away in the calla lily in Gusu. 9. Turn around, a ray of cold fragrance is far away, the snow is deep, and the smile is shallow. Can you meet me in the afterlife? 10. I have a pot of wine, which is enough to comfort the dust. 1 1. You said, clear water and white hair; Then my hair turned to snow, and I was worried. 12. It's hard to give up feelings, but it's hard to stay. Flowers bloom on a moonlit night and turn into sand between fingers in a blink of an eye. It is better to live forever, forget each other, and then go home, watching the green hills faint, flowing all the way, looking at the horizon. 13. Mountains and rivers smile for you. 14. Now I finally understand that I have survived the gale in Wan Li, thousands of lives, poetry and wine, but I can't survive your eyes. 15. A stranger gets drunk all night, who can gently wipe away the tears of love? 16. That year, Mingyue kissed Jia Jian, but who was addicted to 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. 17. get drunk in the street, sleep at night, and sleep with you on the corner; The wind goes with it and the rain goes with it. What are the disadvantages of a lifetime of wind and rain? 18. Looking back suddenly, who is still with me to watch the clouds rolling and the lights are dim, so I hate that time is too cruel to stay at the beginning. 19. How many old dreams are hidden in a love of the world of mortals, a period of thousand years of love, and a few strands of acacia across the bank? In the water town, I would like to take a boat with lotus fragrance, cross the bright moon in Qin Dynasty, cross the tang style Song Yun and find you on the vast Xizi Lake! I just want to sound the alarm for you when I miss you every night. I just want to smile for you and erase the dust in your life! 20. That year, Na Yue, that time has passed quietly. That love, that love, that lovesickness has been tactfully for thousands of years. The sound of mountains, water and piano gradually became clear. Rivers, banks and banks have been devastated. My figure standing on the shore is still tall and straight. The piano sounds euphemistic. Who is that, playing beautiful music and burying me in the world of mortals! 2 1. Don't love worldly glitz, don't write about the past of the world of mortals, don't sigh that the world is bleak, don't make people sad, just watch the flowers bloom and fall, wait for them to bloom and fall, warm and cold, and clean as ever. 22. A little pipa doubt is an old friend. An unfinished song awakens the dreamer, countless mountains are as red as rain, I don't remember the way I came, the place where I stare all day, and the people who have missed for many years, where there is good news! 23. May you die in the embrace of the southwest wind. 24. The flowers are not in the middle of the pool at night, and the courtyard-style buildings are foggy before the rain. Jade, fat and tears are the three lines of light ink, laughing and dying, singing and playing the piano and dancing, drunk and crying. 25. Gone with the world, just for you. Cang Shui Jia Ku, just for you, back in the game. 26. The night is round, the moon is blue, the ink can't draw enough red makeup, the peach blossom face, and the Bai Rui under Bodhi has become a streamer. 27. The old ghosts on Sansheng Stone should enjoy the moon and sing the wind anyway; Shamed lovers will visit each other far away, although the opposite sex will continue to live. 28. How many old dreams are hidden in a world of mortals love, a thousand-year-old love, and a few strands of acacia? In the water town, I would like to take a boat with lotus fragrance, cross the bright moon in Qin Dynasty, cross the tang style Song Yun and find you on the vast Xizi Lake! I just want to sound the alarm for you when I miss you every night. I just want to smile for you and erase the dust in your life! Antique dialogue short sentences Aestheticism Antique characters Antique classic dialogue daquan

When I left you, I saw a lot of scenery, walked a lot of roads, remembered a lot of things and had a lot of words in my heart. I deeply feel that without your place in my heart, my heart will be deserted, just like half of the autumn wind blowing branches and leaves. Wandering heart has been wandering for a long time, I don't know where to go, I don't know how to wander.

Second, the dark clouds cover the moon and no one is seen. I can't describe how lonely it is.

Third, the vast land is broken by a sword, where does prosperity fall? Leaning against the clouds hides loneliness, even if others laugh at me.

Fourth, the sky is not old, and love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot on it.

Five, spring to spring, beauty is old, flowers fall and people die.

Six, as beautiful as a flower, as beautiful as a fleeting time, I can go back to the past, but I can't go back to the beginning.

One person owes you, and the other will pay you back.

Eight, black birds fly across the sky. I am standing in the city. Look at the time burning to ashes. Make noise.

Nine, a kind of forbearance is actually a kind of strength, and a kind of silence is actually a shocking confession.

Ten, the fog cleared, the dream woke up, and I finally saw the truth, that is, the silent Qian Fan.

Sometimes, you choose to keep your distance from someone, not because you don't care, but because you clearly know that he doesn't belong to you.

I've been waiting all my life, but I can't get your instant gaze.

Thirteen, elegance and brushwork, backyard dust. Then the sky and the clouds did not wander. Three thousand miles of rivers and mountains have also been Penglai for forty years. The moss is stained with frost, and the mirror is full of color.

Fourteen, the porch window is Wu Gou, although the grass is far away, but it is good to have a good dream at night; The rain has pity on red beans, and the Iraqi people laugh and cry like rain. How can they feel? Tomorrow's flowers are heavy.

Fifteen, elegance refers to quicksand, while old age is a period of time.

Sixteen, I was born young and mature.

Seventeen, endless acacia blood and tears throw red beans, spring flowers are endless.

As in my heart, you have never left and never changed.

Nineteen, even if we are in love now, it is only an ending before we settle down.

Twenty, turn around, a wisp of cold fragrance is far away, the snow is deep and the smile is shallow. Will you meet me in the afterlife?

At the age of twenty-one, when the fog cleared, I woke up and finally saw the truth. This was the silence that Qian Fan spent.

Twenty-two, how many people like you, how many people may hate you.

Twenty-three, tearful eyes asked the sky, who were you before you met? Who are you after the meeting? God scattered thick chaos in the air, from this rainy season to the next. Will I meet you again in the next rainy season? Faith is like the swing of the wind and rain. Maybe in this world, some things can be avoided, but some things are doomed to bear the wind and rain.

Let him know everything and smile at you.

Twenty-five, it's cold, it's cold, it's always old, and the world is vicissitudes; Love to cry, so it is difficult to give up my heart, even if I want to let go, I can't let go; At dawn, I lit my tears, dried them and hesitated beside the pillow.

Twenty-six, autumn water grows together, and the sun and the moon are like blood. Looking back on the past, sadness and joy are incomparable, and the whispering in the dream and the light pity on the pillow are picturesque and dreamlike. Your grace crossed my eyes, turned into a curtain dream, sprinkled on the soft moonlight night, gently evoking countless concerns; In the past, all kinds of feelings were soft, and they still fell on the eyebrows, tender and lingering, and fragrant; Gentle and full of poetry, with the release of the night, but left shallow tears on his face.

I just feel that when I look back on you, I miss your dynasty and dusk.

28. If we are always never satisfied, pretend that we don't care, refuse to obey the constraints, deliberately disappoint people, and make people who are devoted to us cry, it will definitely be lost in life, and love is bound to be fragile, especially in this era of material flying all over the sky. Don't ask why love becomes so fragile, because they have never loved at all. Maybe you still can't forget it, but you must remember that love is so fragile. Give up something that doesn't belong to you, stretch your heart, stay away from your sadness and let happiness surround you.

Twenty-nine, dark clouds covered the moon, and there was no trace of people. I can't describe how lonely it is.

Thirty, elegance refers to quicksand, while old age is a period of time.

When will it end? Should it be today or tomorrow? I think it should be a new day. Will it rain in Mao Mao tomorrow? Maybe there is light coming out of the clouds, with infinite light and dazzling. Tomorrow and today are just a concept of time. The wind comes and goes, and there is a high wall in people's hearts that needs to be crossed. Only when the mind is quiet and peaceful can there be independence of personality and freedom of mind. Flowers bloom and fall, clouds roll and clouds relax, and the days change. Right and wrong, everything goes with the flow.

32. Although the pavilion is short, the world of mortals is rolling. I sigh Xiao again.

Thirty-three, the fireworks outside are burning violently, and the people in the room are talking about love stories passionately.

Thirty-four or ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable, lonely grave thousands of miles away, nowhere sad.

When the flowers bloom, I will be alone with you.

Thirty-six, those prosperous sorrows and sorrows will eventually become the past, please don't be disappointed, ordinary is for the most beautiful.

It turns out that nothing in the world is forever. Friendship will disappear. A love, when it is separated, it will break up. Cherish what you have now, maybe next second, it won't belong to you anymore.

Thirty-eight, long street, countless fireworks, you look back with the light,

Aestheticism of ancient style: on Daquan classic ancient style phrases.

But now, there are spring floods and floating peaches everywhere. Which way can we find the hidden water source? Poems on Water in Peach Blossom Garden

The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. The Book of Songs Jia Jian

The water is blue, and thousands of feet bottoms out. Wu Jun and Zhu's Books

Water brings you the feeling of home, dragging your boat for 300 miles. Li Bai bid farewell to his friends at Jingmen Ferry.

The water in Chu is crystal clear, as if there were nothing, and it is directly connected with the distant sea. Li Bai's Ode to Jiang Xia Bie Zhi

I heard that Dongting Lake is magnificent before, but today's wish has finally reached Yueyang Tower. Du Fu's The Kingdom of Wu is in my east and the State of Chu is in my south.

Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail. Wang Wan's "The North Fort Mountain is Down"

White feathers, floating in green water; The red soles of the feet stir the clear water. Luo's Ode to Goose

Become a traveler and bring home the birds at dusk. Wang Wei's Letter from Songshan

I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water. Li Zhiyi's "Arithmetic Operator"

The water in the rough waves is clear, so you can hold my tassel. Song of the Water of Canglang, which was anonymous during the Warring States Period.

Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog. Li Bai's Dream of Climbing Mount Tianmu

Even if the Peach Blossom Lake is so deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's farewell love. Li Bai's gift to Wang Lun.

But the water is still flowing, even though we cut it with a knife, sadness is still flowing, even though we drown it with wine. Architecture "

How the water of the Yellow River flows out of heaven and into the ocean, which is gone forever. Li Bai's Into the Wine

How can you ride the sky in the autumn night when the South Lake water is filled with clear smoke? Li Bai's entourage, the criminal uncle.

Oh, ask this river flowing eastward, whether it can go further than the love of friends! . Li Bai's Jinling Hotel

I don't know what I'm thinking, but the water and the wind are empty. Wen's "Jiangnan Dream Never Hate"

In front of Mount Cisse, egrets fly freely, plump mandarin fish swim happily in the river, and peaches floating in the water are so bright and full. Zhang's fishing song.

In spring, the wild peach blossoms on the mountain are bright red, and the Lishui River beats the cliff on the edge of the cliff. Liu Yuxi's Zhi Zhu Ci

The willow-green river is wide and flat, and I heard the song of the river. Liu Yuxi's Zhi Zhu Ci

When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. Bai Juyi's memory of Jiangnan

From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, the clouds are low, and the waves on the lake are connected. Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang

The silence of spring is because I don't want a long stream of water. The shadows reflected on the water like sunny days and breezes. Yang Wanli's small pool

Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring. Su Shi's Spring River in Hui Chong

The water in front of the door can still flow west, so don't sing yellow chicken for nothing. Su Shi's Huanxisha

But now, there are spring floods and floating mahogany everywhere. Which way can we find the hidden water source? . Wang Wei's Tao Yuanhang

The green hills are a thousand miles away, and the autumn scenery has exhausted the vegetation in the south of the Yangtze River. Du Mu's Letter to Yangzhou Hanchuo

On March 3rd, Spring Festival, the weather was fresh, and many beautiful people gathered along the Qujiang River in Chang 'an. Du Fu's "Two Ways"

Looking at the endless clouds in the north, Dajiangdong went to the water. Wang Yuanliang Chaozhou Song No.6

Falling flowers deliberately follow the running water, and the running water has no heart to love falling flowers. Interpretation of Bai Wei's sequel "The Legend of Lights"

Rivers in Wan Li and clouds in Wan Li. Ryan is receiving "Jia Taipu Deng Lu"

Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. Li Qingzhao's "A Cut of Plums"

How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward. The Mermaid by Li Yu

2020 Antique Talk about Short Sentences

First, a melody rustling, human joys and sorrows. With a touch of vicissitudes, the sleeves are full of fragrance, and the earthly feelings are lost without a trace. Dancing through your fingers, falling into a busy life, playing a romantic and sad song. A bright moon, carrying a wisp of breeze, crosses the Millennium dust margin. Lonely fingers slip through the sadness of the soul, and how much affection is left. How many smiles and tears are flying in the sky, suddenly looking back, a daze dream, dedicated my life to tenderness and poetry, but I have already lost you in the disconsolate review.

Second, the silent night spread quietly, and unconsciously, the silent years passed with one night after another. The wind of the world, with a quiet fatigue, stirred the dusty heartstrings, stung the red color in my memory, easily captured my barren time and shook off the memory dust all over the ground. I stood at the window in confusion, but I didn't know how to put my loneliness.

Third, in the final analysis, it is just an imperial dream, with nothing.

Fourth, looking back on the past life, this life has become a family member, rolling in the world of mortals, who can follow! The so-called Iraqis, water side, hard to rely on, tears flow thousands of times! Leaning against the window alone, the moon is shining high, looking around, sad alone! Love is hard to cut, lovesickness is hard to break, thinking about it day and night, and looking forward to it every night! Magpie in the branches, with sadness, hopeless heart, tears spilled on the skirt! Time flies, how can it be wasted? Beauty grows old easily, but how does it flow? Don't leave if you depend on each other!

5. Pianist//If you send love to this string sound, Polaris will echo far away and then take out this paulownia piano for you. I played hard again.

6. I am young and young.

Seven, you said weak water 3 thousand, you only took a ladle to drink, but now you have gone to another new wonderful story. I went back to the past, but you can never go back to the love song you never forgot, the gripping melody, the cold heart and the beauty that has gone away. You have sung the results to others, leaving me to read them alone, and everything you don't read anymore!

Eight, the past is like smoke, and the deepest thoughts are always left behind. The distance between you and me is like a bright moon and a clear spring. We can only look at each other, but we can't rely on each other's despair. What is love talk? How to put pen to paper is wrong. A broken string has become a ruin, and your face has become a blue-and-white pattern that I can't draw, which has messed up my third life regret. Your fleeting time, walking in the deepest place like a flower, is not for me, but for disrupting my floating life. As soon as you bowed your head, you wrote the sadness of my life!

Nine, hold your hand and play, * * * have a good time.

Ten, the world of mortals, is the duckweed drifting by the stream, entangled with the people who love each other, and the Iraqis refused to retreat to Tsing Yi for a long time, just waiting for the arrival of late. Resentment, only for that person in that mountain and that water; Love, just for your beautiful smile. I wonder where you live. Willow branches on the moon, who do you meet after dusk? This drunken dream leads to a drunken beauty, taking wine as a song and laughing at the whole country; Iraqis will dance for you if you are willing to come.

I am willing to spend the autumn with you, only complaining about your ruthlessness.

Twelve, "Picturesque Eyebrows" Jing Tang case tells the story that the lotus in the world withered in front of the merciful Buddha, and the piano was as sad as epilepsy. You buried a legendary period. If you listen to him pluck the strings, can you go back in time? May the lotus beside the Buddha not fade.

Thirteen, one side of the world, two instruments are born, three things are born, four refutes Gan Kun Tam, five lines of gossip, six hexagrams predict good or bad, the seven stars Beidou, the eight-character compass, the nine gods and nine buddhas, and the ten realms of good and evil.

Fourteen, anyone can, life is spotless.

Fifteen, the bell after class turned into a clock, and one-way life was lost in traffic. March, which is regular and mediocre, is like a rhyming and obedient slogan.

Sixteen, years of prosperity, blood red Jia Rong, who can reign for you?

Seventeen, think of Yan, dream, and hold hands for a hundred miles.

Eighteen, I have exhausted my bullets, joys and sorrows, stars hidden in the moon, and I was born lonely. There are tears in my candles, drunken reflections, and red sandalwood, including who dyed a beautiful city, and the night swallowed up the mountains. Who is reminiscing about memories? Rose is cold and weak, playing absolute beauty, with a swaying face, and the solo is over. Cold dreams come into being, mountains are picturesque and lofty sentiments are empty. I will write a pen and ink for you and write down my love for the world. Yuanyang playing in the water, Tsinghua ups and downs, leaning on the bar and thinking deeply, hating the morning light.

19. I only hope that your eyebrows and eyes will be as beautiful as ever, even if you are lovesick.

Twenty, a wisp of smoke, curling up, green dragonfly water, catkins fluttering. Floating life is like a dream, quiet as water, not asking about feelings. I only wish you a good life, a good past life and a bitter life. No matter rain or snow, I just want to be indifferent, drunk and dream of death, fill my half-life displacement and bid farewell to my life. Peeling off and covered with scars, waiting for the phoenix to nirvana, I hope to send a piece of paper in desolation, and I hope to be with my clothes in this life.

Twenty-one, love has been hurt, how many people have been hurt, how many memories have been destroyed, how many feelings have been sad, how many cold have been clear, how many thoughts have been lost. Even if moths put out the fire, they still did not hesitate. They only look at love and hurt themselves, but they can't be cut off all their lives. They lost a long-term love, shed many spoony tears, drank a glass of turbid wine and tasted many ordinary loves! If you are my lotus, let me love you for the rest of my life.

Twenty-two, three lives, three lives, three stones, how to forget the feelings of the Sichuan River; The flowers on the other side have been blooming for thousands of years, so how can the bridge feel? If life is just like seeing it at first sight, it is better to meet it than not to see it; I don't know if I miss you deeply, but the legend of red beans has become a thing of the past; I can't go to Qiu Lai in spring. I can't wait for things to change.

Twenty-three years old, so, how much risk do you have to take to tell the truth?

Twenty-four, when a thing becomes a major event in the world, everyone in the world can't stay out of it, whether he agrees with the bright moon in Qin Dynasty or not.

25. If you raise the dust on the road, if you make the cement muddy, when will you meet harmoniously?

Twenty-six, autumn water is a long day, three feet cold; Song Fenghuang screamed three times and was also dressed in one suit.

Twenty-seven, young people upstairs listen to the rain song, red candle faint Luo Zhang. In the prime of life, listening to the boat and rain, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. Now listening to the rain monk Lu, there are stars on the temples. Sorrow and joy are always ruthless. Before the next step, drop by drop until dawn. The young mermaid in Jie Jiang is listening to the rain.

Twenty-eight, into the world of mortals, just because of the temperament of living away from misty rain, talking about the world of mortals, just because I love the ethereal nature of misty rain and sigh the world of mortals, just because I have seen the sadness of misty rain. I love the world of mortals, but I can't love it like misty rain. I look forward to the world of mortals, but I can't expect the world of mortals to be as cold as misty rain, but I hate the world of mortals to be chaotic as misty rain, but I can't bear it to fly like misty rain. . . . Misty rain and red dust, little tears.

Twenty-nine, setting the afterglow of the sunset outside the window, thinking about who I met in my last life, a ray of cold, looking back, sitting quietly in which direction I left the car, the oblique shadow reflected.

How many people like your beauty when you are young and happy? Only one person loves the pilgrim's soul and the painful wrinkles on your aging face.

Thirty-one, how many mortals pass by, how many clouds pass by, and when you say goodbye, the world will be scattered. Butterfly water sleeve dance breeze, moist as jade gives birth to smoke piano geometry; In the dream, the dream of selling incense to Iraqis is still the same, and Xiao Jun is still the same; Yuanyang drunk beside Qinhuai River, osmanthus flying in the palace. Drunk eyes, tears make people look good My heart is still missing, my love is still stranded, and my life is still scattered, but I can't leave that sum, and I will always leave my thoughts there like water.

Thirty-two, the past is idle, and there are a few faces of spring breeze.

Thirty-three, why are you drifting away, why are there fewer and fewer groups, why are you separated for a long time, and why can't you be safe? Ouyang Shaogong's Legend Sword

There are trees on the mountain and branches on the wood.