A girl saw it and thought that her husband's love was as fleeting as this peach blossom, and infinite sadness was like this endless river of water.
Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Haggard, who can pick it now?
The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
Where were those lost times before me? I'll never see you again. I miss heaven and earth. There is no limit and no end. I'm lonely and my tears fall down.
Relatives or sorrows, others have also sung. What's the way to die? I'm on the same mountain.
When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick for a long time and lovesick for a short time.
If my bosom friend appreciates it, I won't refuse to sing the most difficult and elegant songs for him.
Ten years of life and death are boundless, thoughtless and unforgettable; Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
The world laughs at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it.
Life and death are generous, and Zi Cheng says. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
The leaves in the wind gather when they gather. Western jackdaw has settled and the moon rises. At this point, the night is awkward.
Looking around, lonely and sad.
No sad songs for me, I don't know what happened!
There is a kind of beauty that you can't forget when you see it. I haven't seen you for a day, and I want to be crazy.
This feeling can't be solved by relying on a small bench.
2. For an aesthetic archaic sentence, the word *** 12 actually doesn't have to be broken to sound good. Here are some archaic sentences that I like better. I hope the landlord likes them.
There is a loquat tree in the yard, which was planted by my wife when she died. Now it stands tall and luxuriant like an umbrella.
Later, between my lines, there were poems, wine, pipa and slaughter, and you were the only one.
I have an old friend with a sword, and I can't return to the spring breeze.
I forgot everything. The mountains and rivers of Zhenshan have long been useless. The snow scene in Chunyang Palace is a must in the world, but no one is with me anymore.
He drank from the alley, and his dear girl got married yesterday.
If the heart is weak, it is difficult to protect the armor.
Alone, inseparable.
Hair is not frosted, and it is naive to catch a cold.
3. Tao Yuanming has a poem about seclusion, without proper rhyme, heaven loves mountains. He fell in love with Lao Lin for 30 years after falling into the dust net by mistake. When he reclaimed wasteland in the south, he returned to the garden. There are square houses with an area of 10 mu, 89 huts, the eaves of Liu Yin, the door of Luotang in Li Tao, warm and distant villages, and the smoke and barking of dogs in Yiyi market. Return to nature. Second, there are few people in the wild and few wheels in the backcountry. During the day, I hide the scenery and think about wine. When you go back to the market, you will sing people to wear grass. There is nothing to talk about when I meet you. Sang Ma has a long way to go. Summer has a long life and my land is vast. I am often afraid that first frost will come, and I will be scattered with the grass. Three or three kinds of beans are under the south mountain, and the grass is full of bean seedlings. Wandering in the wild, entertaining in the wild, trying to take my sons and nephews, wearing hazelnuts and stepping on the game market, wandering in hills and valleys, living in the past, leaving a legacy in wells and stoves, leaving a rotten plant in mulberry and bamboo. If you ask the salaried person, you will tell me that there is no recovery after death. It's really that you abandoned the market all your life. Life seems illusory, but in the end it is empty. The fifth thing is to regret and return it alone.