Classical Chinese memory

1. Personalized signature in classical Chinese, sad memories, sad memories in classical Chinese, are these ok? I hope this helps.

That year, cardamom promised that the world would grow old and the present would be weak, and I laughed at my sea and rocks.

All my life, I long to be collected, properly placed and carefully preserved. Avoid my surprise, pain, wandering, and no branches to follow. But that man, I know, I always knew, he would never come.

Whose loneliness hangs over me. Whose cheongsam covers my shoulder.

What's the point of giving up today? At that time, I was very close to myself Will the old purpose, pity now.

If life is just like the first time, what is the west wind painting fan? It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.

Have a drink before you die. If you don't drink, your heart will turn. If you get drunk first, your eyes will bleed and your heart will turn to dust.

2. Ask for a good-looking ancient prose. Tell me about the so-called blue shirt, which was crowned with three bunches. Now, some people are already proud of this singer ..... who is indifferent to flowers, yet I feel the harmonious heart-beat of the Sacred Unicorn.

I began to miss those colorless lives again. Like a love that consumes everything, it goes up and down.

Just left. Left early.

The only thing is that there are many feelings. Helpless.

The flowing water is melodious and the candlelight is melancholy. Sighing that white clothes are better than snow, grass grows and warblers fly.

Only three beams, blue force. I also want to ask who is the spring when white clothes win snow?

Flowers win spring, and butterflies dance for whom. The so-called literati have been in love with each other since ancient times, and there is no reason to lament that it is difficult to meet a bosom friend in autumn. From today on, there is a feeling of attachment. If the flowers are like water, when you look back, the years are still quiet. Then, Enron is a flower's smile to another flower, which makes the dust in my heart swing away and a breeze blows away the strange flower. In this way, my heart has no shore, and the world has no end. You smiled, I waved, and a lonely road opened to both ends. Who finally broke the string, the flower fell off his shoulder, how many beauties he lost, and how many pieces of acacia he broke, leaving only blood, tears and ink.

Autumn wind, through the dust, clouds, running water, silently, stay in the world of mortals, waiting for an agreement, the vast land is broken by a sword, where the prosperity falls. Leaning against the clouds hides loneliness, even though others laugh at me and drink thousands of feet, it is hard to wave a wisp of affection in the quiet night.

Fragments of the past, into a lifetime of sorrow. Unforgettable, long-lasting thoughts are torn into silk thread.

I hate that I can't sleep at night, and my thoughts are scattered everywhere. I cut out a thin Leng Yue and remember it vividly, forming a continuous relationship. Tonight; Walking in the moonlight, let the past fly and fall on every string, touching the sound like a complaint.

Missing in the soft and broken arms filled the night, turned into a low voice, lingering into a thin sadness, hiding in a corner of the night, full of faint sadness, tears and lonely stars, broken dreams and cold clothes. Yan in the mirror, looking through the curtains under the thin moon, is full of sad expectations.

I always want to hide from your memories, return to the final peace, and calm my heart. However, at the moment of turning your head, you forgot the tenderness of the Millennium and planted an unforgettable injury for me in this life; If you are drunk, you will be drunk and have endless worries in this life.

Inside and outside the volume, every word is engraved in the heart, and only one song sings the same bottom. Autumn water is long, and the sun is like blood.

Looking back on the past, sadness and joy, laughing unparalleled, whispering dreams, light pity on the pillow, picturesque and like a dream. Your grace crossed my eyes, turned into a curtain dream, sprinkled on the soft moonlight night, gently provoked countless obstacles; In the past, all kinds of feelings were soft, but they still fell on the eyebrows, tender and lingering, and fragrant; Gentle and full of poetry, with the night, but leaving shallow tears to pick up a fragrance on the face, sprinkling a string of misty rain, the flowers are all over the world, drunk and fragrant, flowers and dust, infatuation has not changed.

Time is the carving knife of memory, carving the chapters of the years. Those painful but beautiful nicks often reflect the vague years, and the ripples of memories are like a gorgeous illusion ... flowers bloom. Flowers are fragrant, but flowers are sad.

Looking back, the fleeting time sang the sadness of a place.

When I got it, it was bright and sad, and it was completed as a fallen flower silhouette. In every windy day, watching the wind sway in the years, let my thoughts drift by, and gradually become dull in a cup of faint tea fragrance.

Those pains that have settled in the years can be safely and gently poured on the fleeting picture. In the rainy south of the Yangtze River, you said I was the wind and I was the lotus.

Why doesn't the wind stay for me? Dancing stories, such as lotus flowers in the wrong year and season, only count the eyes of time in the eyes of a cup of tea. Looking back, love used to be before the flowers fell, and the flowers drifted away, and there was a faint fragrance in the spare place. Who's hurt? Looking back, love was once the life of Haixu, and the field changed, and the old vows were swallowed with the wind.

Cut the sky, a beautiful bay and a canoe, it will be an ancient painting. Tianshui is the same color, poetic and picturesque.

Whether she goes or not, her beauty has been born in her heart.

A song buried flowers, singing life and death; Two lines of lovesick tears, sighing. Cloud boiling water blooms like a dream, and the fleeting time blooms elegant flowers on the tree of time. Years leave an unforgettable mark in the heart of time and meet quietly.

About memory, deep or shallow; About missing, there are also strong and weak. Condense a drop of rain and listen to the smile of flowers; Touch a piano, let the clouds roll and relax.

When meeting, don't ask if it's robbery or fate. Butterflies are drunk for flowers, but flowers fly with the wind, flowers dance and cry, flowers cry and petals fly, flowers bloom for whom to thank, and flowers thank for whom to grieve.

Looking back at the whole country, I smiled. The disabled are charming and colorful, but the Taoist priest has changed. I once said that I would have a fleeting time, but I can only recall your surprise when you look back. Facts have proved that everything is wrong, and I am very disappointed, and I am with me. The memory of shame opens a poem, an idea disappears, and a verse.

One word is incense, one is graceful and restrained, and the other is colorful dance and huachi. One night is like a lifetime, and one day has mixed feelings.

Subtle beauty and charm, smile and look back. The world of mortals rolled in a hurry, so I made another wish on the shore of Sanshengshi: I would like to be a stone bridge for 500 years, a wind blowing for 500 years, a sun exposure for 500 years and a rain beating for 500 years.

Just to wait for you to step on my foot in a certain month and time. In this life, I am you, forgetting the beauty of the Millennium.

You are my gaze for a thousand years. Although Qian Fan has passed away, I still miss you very much, as always.

You are my yearning for thousands of years in autumn water. Flowers turn into mud, lonely and self-flowing, a kind of yearning and a kind of desolation.

On the first day of the month, cool dew stained clothes, light cold hit the heart. The moon sinks in the west and the moon is full in the west wing. Where is Jun? Who and * * *? Who is an excuse, a casual gaze, leaving lingering tenderness in time, how can it be a manipulation of fate and die quietly; Who listened to the wind and thought it was a parting song, which stung the fleeting time in the palm print, and the beauty that passed away was not just missing.

On the world of mortals, who crossed my other shore, wandering around this ferry with the promise of previous lives, quietly waiting for the return of Iraqis. Helpless, Qian Fan, is not the person I want to wait for.

The world of mortals is a lonely flower after all. Like the smoke of the past, I don't know who fell in love with whom, just like the memory of a dream, I don't know who is waiting.

Say goodbye to you, don't ask what you hurt. A few flowers bloom, a sigh, and a little sadness. An accidental meeting is also an inevitable separation.

Maybe no one can choose, and whoever chooses is whose fault. Years, classics.

3. Ask the landlord to carefully select the sentences that recall the time in the poems under the signature in classical Chinese or the net name.

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Sushi jiangchengzi

Ten years of life and death are two boundless.

Never think, never forget.

A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.

Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.

When night came, my dream suddenly came home.

Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.

Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears

It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka.

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Yan Shu Huan Xi sha

A new song and a glass of wine, the weather was old last year. When will the sunset come back?

There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns. Wandering alone in the small garden, fragrant path.

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Yu Tingchun; Spring In Jade Pavilion；Song of Youth

Yan Shu

On the grassy old road, he seemed that the couple left me easily and set off.

The bell on the first floor struck the fifth watch, and the sadness in my heart was like being sprinkled in the spring rain in March.

Ruthless people understand the sufferings of affectionate people, and the melancholy of one inch of acacia has become thousands of strands.

Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time.

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Yu Linling and Liu Yong (Song)

Cold and sad. The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest.

All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them.

Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.

Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.

Love hurts and leaves since ancient times. What's more, it is a cold autumn festival.

Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying.

This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only.

Customs are strange, who to talk to.

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Liu Yong dies in Hua Lian.

Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. In the afterglow of grass and smoke, no one can rely on the meaning of silence.

I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.

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