1. Sentences with ancient style and rhyme
1 Finally, the mist and rain from the south of the Yangtze River covered the world. After letting the flowers fade away, it was only a moment, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.
2 A thousand years of fame will bury you in one lifetime. The exquisite country is ridiculous but has no king's destiny. 3 The Phoenix traveled on the Phoenix Platform, broke the promise, and waited all night. From then on, thousands of miles away, south and north of the Yangtze River, wept.
4 Lament the tears of beauties, the death of heroes, there is so much suffering in the world. Mountains and rivers are eternally silent, how can we be happy?
5. Fenghua is a finger of quicksand, and old age is a period of time. 6 Nights of rain dyed the sky and water blue.
Some people can achieve great success without gestures. 7 You must remember that the red sandalwood is not extinguished, and I am not gone either.
8 Who sighs in the years. 9 The vast sky of Han Dynasty holds the prosperity and sadness, and between the curved eyebrows, destiny is destined to become the past.
10 The first makeup of the world of mortals, the mountains and rivers have no boundaries. The first face crushes the nightmare and has an unparalleled destiny.
11 The style of Jiangnan, the sky and water become blue, and the wishes of the heavenly religion are contrary to the body. 12 Mountains and rivers are handed over, and I smile for you.
13 I will have no regrets even in such a bumpy life. 14 The past covered by the passing years, white horses passing by, hastily turned into a trace of sadness.
15 The flowers covered by time bloom, and everything passes by and becomes blank. 16 No matter how beautiful you are, I will still protect you on the other side.
17 Those prosperous and sad things will eventually become a thing of the past, please don’t be disappointed, ordinary is for the most beautiful soul-stirring. 18 My old age will never be seen in your journey.
19 Long songs should be cried, for those promises that cannot be fulfilled, for the deepest love in life, finally dispersed into clouds. 20 Walk along the sky with you and see the flowers all over the ground.
21 I am young and my time is wasted. 22You have to remember that in that month and year, weeping willows and purple roads were in the east of Luo City.
23 The vast land can be destroyed with one sword, where will the bustling music and songs fall. 24 I send you a song, no matter who gathers or disperses at the end of the song.
25 Who burns the smoke and scatters the vertical and horizontal ties; listens to the broken strings and breaks the three thousand obsessions. 26 The breeze is moist and the tea smoke is blowing lightly.
Reliving old dreams, the old friend has passed away. 27 The maple forest is dyed with fire, the beautiful pot sings to the moon, and the long song leans against the building.
Year after year, in front of the flowers and under the moon, there is a statue of fragrant wine. The red lotuses are falling from the water, but the only sound is the jade chime, but the feeling remains the same.
28 Yuzhu once wrote about a trip to Phoenix, where no one was seen and the water flowed empty. 29 He smiled and destroyed himself in the passage of time.
30 can still drink tea calmly and crush this scene, the fireworks of the prosperous age. 31 In the bustling world, the flashy life is gone in an instant.
32 I am not me. When you turn around and leave, it is not me in Suzhou. 33 A few episodes of lamentation and several lifetimes of joys and sorrows. It’s ridiculous that I can’t control my destiny.
After 34 years, I dream back to the edge of the winding river and watch the fireworks bloom and the full moon appear. 35 Life is like a white horse crossing the knee, just suddenly.
However, I can remember every word you say as long as I live. 36 The fog cleared and I woke up from the dream. I finally saw the reality, which was the silence after thousands of sails had passed.
37The paper is a little worn and blurry. But every stroke and every trace seems to record thoughts that span thousands of years.
At both ends of 38 lives, we stand on the shore of each other. 39 Destinations come together and disperse like water, carrying the world on their backs, just for a word, waiting for the next meeting.
40 Holding the old age, confining time and space, suddenly reaching the end of the world. 41 People can never see through the mirror, but it is just smoke and cloud between my fingers. Thousands of years in the world are like my blink. 42 Meeting and getting drunk is the front edge. The wind and rain disperse, and they drift away.
43 There is a vast world of illusions. Once you meet, you will never forget it. It doesn't matter if you don't know the host, you smile when you meet him.
44. The world is full of turbulence in my generation. As soon as I enter the world, the years rush me; while talking and laughing about the emperor's hegemony, I can't bear the intoxication of life. 45 Sing loudly when you gain, rest when you lose, sorrow and hatred are also long, there is wine today and you will be drunk now, tomorrow you will be worried and you will be worried tomorrow.
46 It’s useless to miss lovesickness, but it’s just madness to be melancholy. 47 Look at the sky, the earth, the sun and the moon, they are silent and silent; the green mountains and long rivers stretch from generation to generation; just like in my heart, you have never left or changed.
48 So be it, the mountains and rivers will never meet again. 49 Man and heaven are separated from each other by the sky. How can we forget each other? How can we laugh and be startled?
If you don’t look back at 50, why not forget it. Since there is no fate, why make an oath?
Everything today is like water without a trace. Tomorrow and evening, you are no longer a stranger.
51 We meet by fate, but we meet by chance. We hope to remember each other even across the world. We are lucky enough to know each other, but not lucky enough to stay together. The blue sky and the bright moon will last forever.
52 It’s too late to meet, and we fall in love too slowly. It’s a dilemma for me to advance or retreat. We’ve been separated for a long time, and we’ve been together and separated. Can we go ashore when we turn around? 53 It’s cold, and it’s so cold that the world is getting old. , love to cry about the vicissitudes of the world, it’s so hard to let go, my heart is empty, I want to let go, but I can’t let go, the dawn has illuminated the tears, the tears have dried up, the heart is wandering on the pillow 54, but the love is far away. Things are not the same, people are No, everything is wrong, the past cannot be pursued. 55 In the vastness of time and space, in the vast sea of ??people, when I meet you, don’t miss it, don’t forget it. 56 If it were me who spoke first, would the days still flow smoothly? 57 Maybe it was the marriage in the previous life, maybe it was the fate of the next life. The mistake was to meet in this life, which only added to a fruitless grudge. 58 The sea of ????humanity is deep, not even half as long as lovesickness.
There is still an end to the sea water, and there is no limit to the longing for lovesickness. 59 When you are drunk, you see others in pairs, 60 When no one is around, you shed tears of lovesickness.
61 How do you know that the red silk threads are a thousand times wrong? We go to the same place but we go to different places. We walk through the snow to look for plum blossoms before resting. Looking back at the end of the world 62 A knight should not take the knot lightly, and the beauty should not take the alliance lightly. I am afraid that it will lead to my death. 63 People have grown up, today is not yesterday, autumn is as old, people are empty and thin 64 The sky is still cold in the light, the sound of shadows, the water is still cold, the silk and bamboo are singing softly in the dream, outside the building, outside the building, outside the mountain, outside the building, the mountain, no one has returned, no one has returned, the wild goose is too early to look back The man who forgets the river and plays the piano is full of tears 65 The flowers are blooming and the flowers are falling all over the shoulders. The sound of the flute is playing in the cold window. The shadows are lingering in the smoke. Where is the river in the sound of the oars? 66 Give me a drop of tear and I will see the whole ocean in your heart. 67 One year old. One year, one day after another, one autumn after another, one generation gathers and one parting, one happy and one sad, lying on the same couch, looking for acquaintances in dreams throughout life, he and we are together for a while We know each other, we play for a while and sing for a while. 68 I would rather that we had never known each other. I hope that we would never forget each other in the world.
In the rivers and lakes in 69’s dream, a hundred flowers bloom, people come and go, and it is prosperous. 70 I began to miss the desolate years and the splendid rivers and lakes that I once held in my hands.
——And those who have loved and hated. 71 I am on the other side of the river, watching for my return, but there is no hope of return.
72. Spend the rest of your life peacefully. Self-aware.
73 The majesty of the moonlight, the soul of the music, everything is just an illusion, fleeting. 74 No matter how lonely and confused, those figures will always be unforgettable. 75 They are always born inadvertently. Looking back to the other side.
Even if the situation is discovered. 2. Poems with charm
Are you looking for ancient poems with charm?
However, ancient poems are basically very charming.
Su Shi's "Inscription on the West Forest Wall"
Viewed horizontally, it is a ridge and a peak on the side, with different heights near and far.
It is not the true face of Mount Lu, just because I am in this mountain.
Yan Shu Qingpingle
The golden breeze is gentle. The leaves of the sycamore tree fall. People get drunk easily when they first taste green wine. Sleeping under a pillow and a small window.
The crape myrtle and hibiscus flowers are withered. The setting sun is shining brightly. It's the time when the two swallows are about to return, and the silver screen was slightly cold last night.
Yan Shu Huanxisha
A new song and a glass of wine. Last year's weather old pavilion. When does the sun set?
There is no choice but the flowers fall away, and the familiar swallow returns. Small garden fragrant path wandering alone.
Small Pond - Yang Wanli of the Southern Song Dynasty.
The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the trees shines on the water, which is clear and soft.
The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it.
The Qiong Yao flowers are all gone and the jade platform is light. The west wind is hard to understand. It wants to leave the cold dawn in the cloud pavilion, and the solitary lamp is half extinguished.
Thunder brings rain, rain knocks on duckweeds, and the reflection in the mirror of the green pond is messed up. Who can listen to the sadness and drink the remaining wine by oneself.
Yan Shu Huanxisha
Time is always limited, so it is easy to say goodbye and get lost. There is no need to say goodbye to the banquet and the singing.
The mountains and rivers are full of empty thoughts, and the falling flowers and wind and rain hurt the spring even more. It is better to take pity on the person in front of you.
Zhou Bangyan, Huanxi Sand
After the rain, the red remains are still wet, and the slanting light shines through the sparse fence area, and the wandering bees return home brewing honey and stealing the fragrance.
There is no one in the golden house, the wind and bamboos are in chaos, the clothes and camp are gone, the water is sinking, and there must be a time in spring to remember people.
Su Shi's "Evening Scene on the Spring River in Huichong"
A few peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river.
The ground is covered with wormwood and reed buds, which is when the puffer fish is about to come.
Night Mooring at Maple Bridge, Tang Dynasty - Zhang Ji.
The moon is setting, the crows are crying, the sky is full of frost, and the river maple, the fishing fire, are facing melancholy.
At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell rang for the passenger ship.
Painting Eagles by Du Fu
When the wind and frost arise from practice, the painting of goshawks becomes special.
The body of Song is like a cunning rabbit, and the side eyes are like a sad beard.
The sash is worthy of picking, and the Xuan Ying is powerful.
Why should I strike down an ordinary bird and scatter its hair and blood on the ground?
.Jiang Xue. Liu Zongyuan.
Thousands of mountains and birds have disappeared, thousands of people have disappeared, and a man in a boat with a coir raincoat fishing alone is fishing in the cold river snow.
Yan Shu Qingpingle
The golden breeze is gentle. The leaves of the sycamore tree fall. People get drunk easily when they first taste green wine.
Sleeping under a pillow and a small window.
The crape myrtle and hibiscus flowers are withered. The setting sun is shining brightly. It's the time when the two swallows are about to return, and the silver screen was slightly cold last night.
I have collected them all. The poems are touching and the paintings are intoxicating. 3. A modern poem with eight characters per line
Pay attention to practical lyrics.
There are many wonderful songs by Mo Ming
"All the World"
The sound of swords and halberds *** the silk and bamboo are hoarse
Who will show you the fighting outside the city< /p>
The blood on the seven-layer gauze clothes splattered on the white gauze
The six armies did not attack when the troops approached the city
Who knew that goodbye would be life or death?
At that time, A Thousand Turns Across the Red Line
Married by a single thought
Whose old scar is that scar
Still drinking tea calmly
Crushed This flourishing fireworks
A painting stained with blood
How can it compete with a little cinnabar between your eyebrows
Even if it covers the world
Always It’s just a prosperous time
Peach blossoms dyed with blood
I just want to see you again and burst into tears
Hearing the sound of swords mute
The tall buildings are dying and collapsing
It means that one life is a peach blossom
Who calculated the fortune for you
The most flawless and romantic one is true
Painting House The pipa bounces on the west bank
Wherever the warm wind blows, who is dissatisfied
Color inspires the soul and turns Ronghua upside down
Unwilling to compare wax
Talking about loving folded flowers but not childhood sweethearts
The hexagram that counts in the end
The world will be overturned for you in the end
The bright moon will illuminate the horizon
< p> Who got the Jianjia in the end?The neighing war horses in the mountains and rivers
The silent noise in the arms
The wind blowing across the sky and the earth kills people
Empress Hua Xie reigns over the world
Climb the nine-story pagoda
Watch the shooting stars all night long
Return to that moment
The years have passed silently People are afraid
The dead vines sprout branches
It turns out that time has passed by gently
In the dream, upstairs under the moon
Standing with eyebrows You are still the same
Brushing off the snowflakes from your clothes
Looking at the vastness of the world side by side
In the dream, upstairs and under the moon
Standing and frowning You are still the same
Brush off the snowflakes on your clothes
Look at the vastness of the world side by side 4. Modern poems with Jiangnan charm, the style can still be chosen: ancient, beautiful, desolate
"Rain Alley"
Author: Dai Wangshu
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone
Wandering in the long, long time
The lonely rainy alley
I hope to meet
a lilac-like girl
with a sad and resentful girl
She has< /p>
The same color as lilacs
The same fragrance as lilacs
The same sadness as lilacs
Sadness in the rain
Sadness Wandering again
She is wandering in this lonely rainy alley
Holding an oil-paper umbrella
Like me
Like me< /p>
Walking silently
Cold, desolate, and melancholy
She approached silently
Approached, then cast
p>Eyes as slow as breath
She floated by
Like a dream
As sad and confused as a dream
Like drifting in a dream
A branch of lilac
This girl drifted by my side
She silently went far, far away
Arriving at the dilapidated fence
Walking through this rainy alley
In the mournful song of the rain
Her color faded
Dissipated her fragrance
Dissipated, even her
breath-like eyes
lilac-like melancholy
held on Oil-paper umbrella, alone
Wandering in the long, long
And lonely rain alley
I hope to float by
Like a lilac
The girl with sorrow 5. Modern poems and short essays with romantic, elegant and ancient charm
"Butterfly Makeup" Half covered with butterfly makeup, half leaning against the window, half empty room, half "Blue and White Porcelain", half a red candle, half a flower, half a thought, half a life, a dream, half an impermanence.
Mirror》 A few rust stains of residual clouds record thousands of times. The petals on the cloud and thunder pattern accompany who goes and who returns. The balsam is dotted on the temples like water. The water reflects the butterflies chasing the falling flowers. Your charm is also lingering in my soul. The fragrance is as old as before, the dust is flying like water, the face is like frost, frost and rain have no mercy, who will peel off the vicissitudes reflected in the story, the cold patterns are still clear after thousands of years of reincarnation between you and me, the flower bronze mirror reflects you when you turn around The beautiful splicing in front of me is like a memory from another life. The wind has eroded the miracles in the winding patterns. After the wind and smoke dissipate, do you remember you? The fragrance of the flowers in the mirror burns leisurely. I can't continue to write this legend. The branches and leaves are graceful, the moon is clear and clear. The inscriptions on the finely carved compositions circulate and circulate in memory. Do not forget that the color of the ribbon has faded and is almost desolate. It is tightly tied with old makeup. The person has not returned. The sound of the piano is bleak and the wind is blowing westward. The willow eyebrows are deeply frowned. Between the brows, sorrow rises from the top. The color and taste in my heart are like wine. Wine is like autumn water. The locks are condensed and worried. The fineness that has been polished for many years has also faded. But the cold patterns of your hands that are letting go are still clear after thousands of reincarnations between you and me. The beautiful splicing before you turn around reflected in the flower bronze mirror is like a memory from another life. The wind-eroded miracles in the winding patterns dissipate after the wind and smoke. I remember that the fragrance of the flowers in your mirror is leisurely burning, and I can't continue to write this legend "Flower Sacrifice and Drinking". It is green and willow color, accompanied by the moonlight and the flowers in the pond, drinking and drinking. The night is as cool as the water and the sky is like ink, and flowers are falling from the cups.
"Nostalgic. "Jiangnan" My sky started to rain again, my heart felt like a water town, damp and cool, a girl without a paper umbrella, leisurely walking in the rain alley, endless wandering. I lowered my head and looked at the village, the fishermen sang late, the boat fire was dim, and occasionally there were a few jingles, The smoke from the kitchen is drifting, flowing along the river. Half-drunk, I take a glass of piano again, flick my fingertips, and wisps of melodious mist and rain are like mist on the boat, splashing ink on the south of the Yangtze River, my thoughts wander and I take another sip of the fine wine, sing, drink, and chant Let's sing and lean on the railing to send Greek poems in the distance, forgetting the favor and disgrace together, the fragrance of ink fills the river and the blue Qier desert, can't hide the loneliness, the wind and snow can't corrode the bones and blood, looking back, where the hatred of the country and the family is waved, the love of the children is determined by the righteousness. , the hero was short of breath and thought secretly, looking at the endless sadness of the border, pouring a pot of fine wine, "Chrysanthemum Terrace Flower Sadness".
"Sorrow" The sound of cicadas has gradually subsided, the dewdrops are crystal clear, and the gentle wind is gently caressing my mind. The sound of the piano is long and lingering, and the night is always sad and fragrant. The garden is full of sadness, but it cannot cover up the lonely and yellowed road on the deserted road of Lone Star Dream. In the story, your figure has changed through the vicissitudes of life. You are watching with concentration, wiping your tears and turning them into an icy sky. The song is nameless and the years are like water. The beauty is lightly dressing up and leaning against the window. The solitary lamp is bright. The nightmare is mad. The idiot sings in shock and sorrow for the rest of his life. Who listens to nothing and leaves behind regrets in the underworld? The tears of flowers lingering in the dark are dimly shining, looking to the end of the world. I can't forget the love. The moon is waxing and waning, the moon is full, the world is too impermanent, the flowers are floating on the water, the west wind has the lingering fragrance, and on the strings of the pipa, who relieves the sorrow, the wine awakens the soul, wakes up from the dream, sighs, smiles, and is unforgettable. Watching the Snow, Life and Death, Yesterday's Flowers Fade Tonight, is a completely original work.