Classic antique talk, antique talk about short sentences.

1. Although young and romantic can be painted, it is difficult to develop its own style. 2. A bright moon, looking back who is missing. A glass of turbid wine makes you drunk. One year in spring, who is the peach blossom? Looking back, who did you meet? A little rhinoceros, who is the true love given to? Take care, who did Tianya send? 3. Humanitarian sea water is deep, which is not worth half of lovesickness. The sea is still limited, and acacia is boundless. 4. Use my 3, pen and ink to paint your whole life. Classic ancient style talk about daquan. 5. The stranger is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world. 6. A few cups of turbid wine, waiting for an old friend, a few xuanqin, playing deeply. 7. single as a flower, centred from the clouds, can I dream through the gateway, over the mountain?. Sauvignon Blanc destroys the heart and soul. 8. I missed the ancient meaning of Chang 'an and missed the flowering period in Luoyang. I was in the calla lily in Gusu, and I caught a glimpse of your blue boat wading away. 9. Turn around, a ray of cold fragrance is far away, the snow is deep, and the smile is shallow. Can you cross me in the afterlife? 1. I have a pot of wine, which is enough to comfort the dust. 11. You said, clear water, white hair; Later, the hair turned into snow, and I was worried about it. 12. It's hard to give up, but it's hard to stay. It's a moonlight night, and then it becomes sand between your fingers. It's better to live forever, forget each other, and go home, watching the green hills faint, flowing water all the way, looking at the horizon. 13. The mountains and rivers hand over and smile for you. 14. Now I finally understand that I have survived the gale in Wan Li, thousands of lives, and the years of poetry and wine, but I can't, and you ignored my eyes. 15. Strangers are drunk at night, and no one can wipe the tears of love lightly. 16. In that year, the bright moon kissed Jia Jian. Who in Wupeng was drunk with fireworks? You are waiting under the eaves of a small bridge in the south of the Yangtze River, and when you turn around, you will be the end of the world. 17. Get drunk in the street, sleep at night, and sleep at the corner with you; The wind goes with it, and the rain goes with it. What's the harm of a lifetime of wind and rain? 18. suddenly looking back, who is still around to accompany me to see all the clouds and clouds, the lights are dim, and the old friend hates that time is too cruel to keep the original. 19. A world of mortals love, a thousand-year relationship, and a few strands of acacia, how many old dreams have been hidden? On the water side, 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! Just want to ring for you and tap on every night when I miss you; Just want to smile for you and erase the dust of your life! 2. That year, Na Yue, that time has passed quietly. That feeling, that love, that lovesickness has been tactfully for thousands of years. The mountain, the water and the sound of the piano have gradually become clear. The river, the bank and the two sides have been devastated. My figure standing on the shore is still tall and straight. The piano sounds euphemistically. Who's that, playing a stunning song and burying me in the world of mortals! 21. Don't love the worldly glitz, don't write about the world of mortals, don't sigh that the world is desolate, don't make people feel sad, just watch the flowers bloom, wait for the flowers to fall, be cold and warm, and be as clean as ever. 22. a little pipa sound is suspected to be an old friend. A song is still unfinished, waking the dreamer, countless mountains, red like rain, not remembering the way to come, gazing at the place all day long, misty waves, missing people for years, where there is good news! 23. May you die in your arms for the southwest wind. 24. At night, the flowers are not in the center of the pool, and the courtyard building is foggy before the rain. The jade, fat and tears are three lines of light ink, laughing and dying, and singing, playing the piano and dancing, getting drunk and shedding tears. 25. Gone with the world is prosperous, just for you. Cang shui Jia Jian, just for you to return to the field to unload your armor. 26. The night is full, the moon is blue, the ink can't draw enough red makeup, the peach blossom face, and under the bodhi, the bairui has become a streamer. 27. The old spirits on the Sansheng stone, no matter how to enjoy the moon and sing the wind; Shamed lovers visit each other far away, although the opposite sex lives on. 28. A world of mortals love, a thousand-year relationship, and a few strands of acacia, how many old dreams have been hidden? On the water side, 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! Just want to ring for you and tap on every night when I miss you; Just want to smile for you and erase the dust of your life! Talking about the ancient style, short sentences, beautiful ancient style characters and ancient style classics

1. I have seen many scenery, walked many roads, remembered many things and had many words in my heart when I left you. I deeply feel that without the place you occupy in my heart, my heart is deserted, just like half of the autumn wind blowing with 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 drift.

second, the moon is covered with dark clouds, and there is no trace of people, so I can't tell you how lonely I am.

third, the vast land is broken with a sword, where there is no prosperity. Leaning against the clouds hides loneliness, even though 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 in it.

five, once the beauty dies in spring, the flowers fall and people die.

six, as beautiful as a flower, like water passing by, you can go back to the past, but you can't go back to the beginning.

7. If someone owes you something, someone else will pay you back.

8. Black birds fly across the sky. I am standing in the city. Look at the time burning to ashes. Make a noise.

9. There is a kind of forbearance that is actually a hidden strength, and there is a kind of silence that is actually a shocking confession.

1. When the fog cleared and I woke up, I finally saw the truth, which was the silence that Qian Fan had spent.

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

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

thirteen, elegance and brushwork, backyard dust. Then the sky shines and clouds shadow, not wandering. Three thousand miles of rivers and mountains are also Penglai for forty years. The moss is stained with frost, and the mirror is full of color.

Fourteen, the porch window pulls Wu Gou, and the grass is far away, but fortunately, I dreamed deeply all night; The rain has pity on red beans, and if the Iraqi people laugh at the tears, how can it be comparable? Tomorrow's flowers will be heavy.

Fifteenth, elegance refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time.

16. I am young, and I am young.

XVII. You can't shed endless acacia blood and tears and throw red beans, but you can't finish blooming spring flowers and flowers all over the painting floor.

eighteen, as in my heart, you have never left and never changed.

19. Even how we love now, it's only an ending before we settle down.

twenty, turn around, a ray of cold fragrance is far away, the snow is deep and the smile is shallow. Will you cross me in the afterlife?

twenty-one, the fog cleared, I woke up, and I finally saw the truth, which was the silence of Qian Fan.

twenty-two, as many people like you, so many people may hate you.

twenty-three, tearful eyes ask the sky, before we met, who were you? After meeting, who is you? God spread the dense confusion 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 avoid the wind and rain, but some things are doomed to bear the wind and rain.

twenty-four, let him be clear in everything, and laugh for you.

twenty-five, it's cold, it's cold, it's old forever, and the vicissitudes of the world; Love to cry, so hard to give up my heart, I can't let go if I want to; At dawn, I lit up my tears, dried up, and hesitated beside my pillow.

twenty-six, the autumn water is long, and the sun is like blood. Looking back, sadness and joy are incomparable with a smile, the dream in the whisper, the light pity on the pillow, picturesque and like a dream. Your grace crossed my eyes, turned into a curtain of dreams, sprinkled on the soft moonlight night, and gently aroused countless concerns; In the past, all kinds of feelings were soft and soft, and they still fell on the eyebrows, and they were gentle and lingering, and they were fragrant; Gentle and full of poems, released with the night, but left shallow tears on his face.

twenty-seven, I just feel that looking back on you makes me miss your dynasty and dusk.

XXVIII. If we are always insatiable, pretend not to care, refuse to obey the constraints, deliberately disappoint, and make people who are devoted to us cry, it will definitely be lost in life, and love is doomed to be fragile, especially in this era of flying materials. Don't ask why love has become 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, leave your sadness away and surround yourself with happiness.

twenty-nine, the moon is covered with dark clouds, and there are no people left, so I can't tell you how lonely I am.

thirty, elegance refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time.

thirty-one, when it's over, should it be today or tomorrow? I think it should be a new day. Will it still drizzle gently tomorrow? Perhaps there is light breaking out of the clouds, and there is boundless brightness and dazzle. And tomorrow and today are just a concept of time. The wind is coming and going, and there is a high wall that people need to cross in their hearts. Only when the mind is quiet and calm can there be independence of personality and freedom of mind. Flowers bloom and fall, clouds roll and clouds relax, and the days change. It's right and wrong, and let everything conform to nature.

thirty-two, the pavilion is short, and the world of mortals is rolling. I sigh Xiao again.

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

Thirty-four or ten years of life and death are boundless, and I don't think about it, I will never forget it, and I will be lonely for thousands of miles, and there is nowhere to talk about it.

thirty-five, when all the flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you.

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

thirty-seven, it turns out that nothing in the world is forever. A friendship fades away. A love, when it is separated, it will break up. Cherish what you have now, maybe the next second, it will no longer belong to you.

thirty-eight, the long street is full of fireworks, so you can look back with the light, and the ancient style is beautiful. Let's talk about the classic ancient style phrase

but now, with spring-floods everywhere and floating peachpetals and which is the way to go, to find that hidden source?'s poem

The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side. The book of songs

The water is pale green, reaching to the bottom. Wu Jun and Zhu Yuansi

and the water has brought you a touch of home, to draw your boat three hundred miles. Bidding a friend farewell at jingmen ferry by Li Bai

If the Chu water is clear, it will connect the blue sea from a distance. Li Bai's farewell to Song Dynasty in Jiangxia

I had always heard of Lake Dongting, and now at last I have climbed to this tower. With Wu country to the east of me and Chu to the south by Du Fu

until the banks at low tide widened, with no wind stirring my lone sail. Wang Wan's "a mooring under north fort hill"

white hair floats green water, and the red palm stirs clear waves. Luo Binwang's Ode to Goose

becomes a fellow voyager, returning home with the evening birds. Bound home to mount song by Wang Wei

I miss you every day and drink the Yangtze River water. Li Zhiyi's

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

clouds darken with darkness of rain, streams pale with pallor of mist. Tianmu Mountain Ascended in a Dream

Peach Blossom Pool written by Li Bai is deeper than thousands of feet, which is not as good as Wang Lun's. Li Bai's Gift to Wang Lun

but since water still flows, though we cut it with our swords, and sorrows return, though we drown them with wine. Li Bai, Xuanzhou Xie? Lou

how the Yellow River's waters move out of heaven, entering the ocean, never to return. Li Bai's "Coming into Wine"

There is no smoke in the autumn night in Nanhu Lake, and it can ride straight to the sky. Li Bai's Accompanying Uncle Punishment Department

oh, go and ask this river running to the east, if it can travel farther than a friend's love!. Li Bai's Jinling Wine Shop

The mountains and moons don't know what's on their minds, and the water and wind are empty. Wen tingyun's

Egrets fly in front of the Cisse Mountain, peach blossoms and flowing water make mandarin fish fat. Zhang Zhihe's Fisherman's Song

Peach blossoms are all over the head, and the spring water in the Shu River beats the mountain stream. Liu Yuxi's Zhuzhi Ci

The willow trees are green and green in Jiang Shuiping, and I hear the songs on the Langjiang River. Liu Yuxi's Zhuzhi Ci

At sunrise, the river is more red than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue. Bai Juyi's Memories of the South of the Yangtze River

The Gushan Temple is in the north of Jiating West, and the water level is low. Bai Juyi's Spring Trip to Qiantang Lake

The spring eyes are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves sunny and soft. Yang Wanli's "Little Pool"

There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, and the duck prophet in the spring water heating. Su Shi's Spring River in Hui Chong

The water in front of the door is still flowing west, so don't sing yellow chicken with white hair. Su Shi's Huanxisha

but now, with spring-floods everywhere and floating peachpetals, which is the way to go, to find that hidden source?. Wang Wei's Peach Blossom Row

The green hills are faintly covered with water, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered in autumn. Du Mu's Letter to Yangzhou Hanchuo

on the third day of the Third-month in the freshening weather, many beauties take the air by the Changan waterfront. Du Fu's "two for the road"

Looking north, the clouds are endless, and the river is long. Wang Yuanliang's Chaozhou Songs No.6

Flowers fall with the flowing water intentionally, while the flowing water falls without heart. Shi Weibai's "Continued Lantern Record"

There are thousands of rivers and rivers, and there are no clouds in Wan Li and Wan Li days. Lei' an is being influenced by

The Lantern Record of Jiataipu. The flowers are drifting and the water is flowing, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure sorrow. Li Qingzhao's A Prune of Plums

How much sorrow can you have? Just like a river flowing eastward. Li Yu's "Young Beauty" 22 A Complete Collection of Antique Short Sentences

First, a melody rustles, and the joys and sorrows of the world are separated. With a touch of vicissitudes of life, the sleeves are full of fragrance, and the worldly feelings are lost without a trace. Dance between your fingers and fall into a prosperous life, playing a romantic and sad song. A bright moon, carrying a wisp of breeze, through the Millennium dust. Lonely fingers slip through the sadness of the soul, and how much affection is left. How many smiles and tears fly in the sky, suddenly looking back, a dream in a daze, devoted all my life to gentleness and poetry, but I have already lost you in the disconsolate review.

2. Silent nights spread quietly, and unconsciously, the years passed by silently with one night after another. The wind of the world, with a quiet tiredness, stirred the dusty heartstrings, hurt the red in my memory, easily captured my barren fleeting time and shook off the memory dust all over the place. I stand at the window in confusion, but I don't know how to put my loneliness.

third, in the end, it's just an imperial dream, and it's empty.

fourth, looking back on past lives, we became attached to each other in this life, and the world of mortals is rolling on, who can follow! The so-called Iraqis, on the water side, are hard to rely on, and tears flow thousands of times! Leaning alone by the window, the moon is shining, looking around, and being sad alone! Love is hard to cut, lovesickness is hard to break, I think about it every day, and I look forward to it every night! The magpie is in the branches, and with the sadness, the heart is hopeless, and tears are shed on the skirt! Time flies, how can it be wasted? Beauty is easy to get old, but how can it flow? If you depend on each other, don't leave!

5. The pianist//If you send a love story for this string sound and the North Star echoes it from afar, I will take out this paulownia piano for you again.

6. I am young, and I am young.

7. You said that you only took one scoop of water, but now you have gone to another wonderful new story, and I went back to the past, but you can't go back to the original love song that you never forgot, the gripping melody, the cold heart, and the beauty that has gone away. You have already sung the result to others, leaving me alone to read, and you are no longer reading.

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 depend on each other's despair. What's the explanation of love words? How to put pen to paper is wrong, a broken string has become a ruin, your face has become a blue-and-white pattern that I can't draw, which has messed up the regret of my third life. Your fleeting time, walking in the deepest place like a flower, was not for me, but messed up my floating life. As soon as you bowed your head, you wrote about the sadness of my life!

Nine, holding your hand in the play, * * * performing a prosperous

Ten, the world of mortals is the duckweed drifting in the stream, entangled with people who love dust, and the Iraqis refused to retreat to Tsing Yi for a long time, just to wait for the late gentleman. Resentment, only for that person in that mountain and that water; Love, just for your smile like a beauty. I wonder where you live? Willow branches on the moon, who do you meet after dusk? This drunken dream leads to a drunken beauty and treats wine as a song.