Poetic aesthetic sentences

Selected poetic aesthetic sentences

1. Come back alone and listen to the rain hitting the windowsill. The door of Zhu was slightly opened, leaving a beautiful image wandering and sending it thousands of miles away.

2, things that are not satisfactory are often close to each other, but you can talk to people. -Fang Yue's "Commander of Biezi Cuisine"

3, under the world wind, it is better to have a cup of green tea, true or false. Light ink, quietly appreciate poetry and elegance, and look at the bustling world of mortals, hidden mirror flowers.

4. What kind of rain, what kind of night and what kind of me can make you miss more? -Nan Quan Mama's "Rainy Day"

5. Vows are changeable, fireworks are cold, people are scattered, and white clouds and pale dogs are charming, which seems to be only seen at first sight. . .

6, when the leaves are scattered, know how to get together; When flowers fade, you know youth. -Zhang Xiaoxian's Happy March Cake

7. You come from far away, and I go far away. Why do you comfort me when there is nothing in the sky here? -Haizi's Poems for the Night.

8. Only when you are drunk can you know the strength of wine, and only when you have loved it can you know the weight. You can't be my poem any more than I can be your dream. -Hu Shi's dreams and poems

9. Perhaps the greatest success in the ups and downs of the world is to be peaceful and happy, and then spend the rest of your life poetically.

10, holding a roll of ancient rhyme bed, quietly enjoying the drunken years of poetry, gambling books have been provoked and freely spent. How to express a few words? I hope I will never see him again in my life.

1 1, brew a fragrant tea, savor and think about the elegance of half a life, and do not seek wealth and prosperity, nor cheat. Being that lotus is quiet and flawless, ignoring the secular changes of human feelings and ignoring the true and false grievances.

12, embrace the dream, I am on my way. The end of hope is still the initial belief. Don't give up for the bumpy road, don't be afraid of hardships, don't be afraid of wind and rain, and wander in the most beautiful palace.

13, I hope to be successful, like a fine horse galloping on the grass and free and easy under the blue sky and white clouds. This is my dream that I have been guarding. I don't care about my intimate friends in my later years, because I want to push a cup for a change and tell my heart. Even if no one understands my sadness, it is better than acting. At least I mean it.

14, I'm looking forward to jumping over the dragon gate and wandering happily in the water like a fish. Its memory is only seven seconds long, but it can realize this unchanging wish. I don't care if the undercurrent is blocked by rocks, because I want to go across the ocean to other places, even if it is lonely and desolate, it is better than drifting with the tide. At least I still have hope for progress.

15, I am eager to have wings, fly in the sky like a bird, embrace a beautiful time tomorrow, and chase that dazzling dream. I don't care that there is nowhere to hide under the wind and rain, because I want to fly away from the rainbow. Even if there is only wandering there, it is better than being sad in the same place. At least I'm on my way to chasing my dreams.

16, the morning is accompanied by the evening, sleeping with the same pillow, looking back with a deep smile, the full moon reflects the night, and the flowers are beautiful and drunk. Spring went to Qiu Lai cold, flowers dyed Xie Xue, looking at old faces, hands gently cuddling, sweet and sour aftertaste.

17, by the river, red rocks are stepping on the sunset, the afterglow is rippling in the blue waves, and a solitary boat is drifting away. Shan Ye woodshed, smoke accompanied by wine, children laughing and hiding in the path, a few misty twilight.

18, listening to the autumn rain ticking all night, how many fallen flowers were added outside the window, which buried the prosperity of the season and fell under the dust. Never miss the branches shining, crush the spring mud and wait for new buds, and still be drunk in the coming year. Dip a touch of tenderness in the painting, dye a few elegance, understate the world on paper and outline thousands of illusions. May this painting freeze for a moment, eliminate the worries in my heart, and always think it is as beautiful as summer.

19. At that time, you said it was the end of time, lived up to the good times, and walked around the world hand in hand. Where there is love, there is heaven. Now I'm still alone in my heart, but I didn't expect a beautiful dream. People have gone far, leaving only one place to pass, leaving only sadness.

20. I missed the corner and Brahma sang. I touched my finger in the moonlight, and the flowers smelled fragrant and the night was warm. Are you asleep? I landed in your dream.

2 1, the heart is like a lotus flower, breaking the world of mortals. If you don't touch the mud, you won't be complicated. Quiet Nanshan, fragrant grass companion. Happiness and carefree, the past has passed.

22. No matter what other people were like before, even if they drank alone, they should dye their sleeves with ink. Use the jade-like words in that book to piece together a paradise on earth, without complaining about parting.

23. The sky is setting, Tsing Yi is shining, and the blue waves are playing. I am ashamed to sneak home in the sunset. Behind him, a beautiful image accompanied him, splashing water gently, still picturesque, smiling like a flower.

24. Have a cup of tea at leisure, enjoy the glitz of this life and enjoy the world quietly. Sing an elegant piece of paper, enjoy a peerless cinnabar, and watch the pen put down and the flowers bloom and fall.

25, the hair turns white, the face has changed, and the smoke and rain between the dust haunt the old days. As the father of a child, I don't want to repay my kindness. I will spare no effort for the rest of my life. -Mo Yi's "Dyed Ink Sleeves" and "Mo Yi's Prose Collection"

26, a cup of tea, filled with gratitude, I wish my parents health, the sunset is infinite. Always use your knees, and you will return to your old age, so don't make respecting the elderly sad, and the empty nest is desolate. -Mo Yi's "Dyed Ink Sleeves" and "Mo Yi's Prose Collection"

27. Find a pure land in the world and build a wooden house along the winding path. A few clusters of flowers and thorns, and occasionally a rabbit comes leisurely. Pick a bright lamp, enjoy the scene alone, and read a sentence that will never return. The lingering sound between sleeves is more like fairy love between dust. -Mo Yi's "Dyed Ink Sleeves" and "Mo Yi's Prose Collection"

28, time, live up to my expectations, give strength, the road to rebirth, as always. Youth, never sinking, waiting for the door of the heart, peeling cocoons, fading and eroding bones. -Mo Yi's "Dyed Ink Sleeves" and "Mo Yi's Prose Collection"

29, the lights dim, lonely shadow cold enemy Leng Ye. Sitting in the long street, looking up at the sky like ink. It's inaccessible, and there is no turning back. I don't see strangers, but I love the old faces of old friends. -Mo Yi's "Dyed Ink Sleeves" and "Mo Yi's Prose Collection"

30, the sunset is infinite, in the distant horizon, reluctant to fireworks. The edge of the world is the starting point of reincarnation. Times have changed, but the long river is still rushing forward. Startled up clouds and smoke, such as fog, can not stop for nine days. -Mo Yi's "Dyed Ink Sleeves" and "Mo Yi's Prose Collection"

3 1. That year, I devoted myself to prosperity and dyed my hair red with blood, not for the world, but to make you smile like a flower and draw cinnabar in the mirror. Alas, your heart is hard to change. You have been married for a long time. You don't like fame and power. You just want to get along with him day and night. You can also file a case. Let it be, let it be, you and I will live happily ever after. -Mo Yi's "Dyed Ink Sleeves" and "Mo Yi's Prose Collection"

32. I was shocked to hear that the drums were thunderous and deeply grieved. That was the time when you danced. Never leave, heart quiver, red makeup and clear tears, when will you be honored? -Mo Yi's "Dyed Ink Sleeves" and "Mo Yi's Prose Collection"

33, wearing armored war horse, bloody battlefield, blow the enemy's morale. When the moon is full, I think of my good days, and I don't feel cold when I am exposed. When shall I go back to my hometown? -Mo Yi's "Dyed Ink Sleeves" and "Mo Yi's Prose Collection"

34. It is hard to look forward to it in the morning and evening, but the bad news is life and death. The wedding dress is like fire, the peach blossoms are withered, but there are only two bones. -Mo Yi's "Dyed Ink Sleeves" and "Mo Yi's Prose Collection"

Whisper in my ear and write a story with you. Watching the sunset in the strip is the most beautiful expression. -Mo Yi's "Dyed Ink Sleeves" and "Mo Yi's Prose Collection"

36, Yiren red makeup, stunning, eyebrows also sent a message. However, the only way for a player is to show his face and cry at the end of the world. -Mo Yi's "Dyed Ink Sleeves" and "Mo Yi's Prose Collection"

You are the most beautiful encounter in my life, just like white clouds floating in the blue sky. Draw a regretless marriage at both ends of the red line, just waiting for the appearance around you. Day and night, accompanied by rice, oil and salt, occasionally draw ordinary elegance. Even if your hair is covered with snow lines, you are still the most beautiful you have ever met. -Mo Yi's "Dyed Ink Sleeves" and "Mo Yi's Prose Collection"

38. Recalling the past and fearing the future is not worth having the present. Wake up like a dream, wronged for several years, and paid all the endless suffering. -Mo Yi's "Dyed Ink Sleeves" and "Mo Yi's Prose Collection"

39, for a person, do your best, only love. Up to now, it's a fable, and from then on, it's two boundless. -Mo Yi's "Dyed Ink Sleeves" and "Mo Yi's Prose Collection"

40. Looking back, the irresistible time is gone forever. At that time, a myriad of thoughts, uncontrollable sadness spread wantonly. -Mo Yi's "Dyed Ink Sleeves" and "Mo Yi's Prose Collection"

4 1, the lights are on, the breeze is cool and the lake is a little fluorescent. My concubine is beside you, gazing affectionately, like a pair of inky shadows. This life is not wasted, you have a lover and you are afraid of vicissitudes. -Mo Yi's "Dyed Ink Sleeves" and "Mo Yi's Prose Collection"

42. At that time, I was full of love words and drunk for a season. Now, under the moon, silver gray dyes green hair, but people travel all over the world. -Mo Yi's sleeves are stained with ink.

43. I would like to spend the rest of my life traveling with you, blowing through my fingers with the breeze. Take away the prosperous greed of the world of mortals and purify the harbor where the soul lives. I would like to accompany you through the rest of my life, with my temples stained with snow and my face withered. Look down on the secular chaos in the world and join hands with the dead to forget the Sichuan. In my lifetime, I would like to accompany you around the rivers and mountains and watch the sunset infinitely. Holding hands without words, I am willing to look at you intently, but that is the most beautiful time. In my lifetime, I would like to accompany you around the rivers and mountains without regrets. -Mo Yi's sleeves are stained with ink. "I would like to accompany you all over the rivers in my lifetime."

44. I would like to accompany you to travel all over the rivers and mountains, sleep with the sun and the moon, listen to the paradise of returning to nature, and recite the homesickness of ancient and modern poems. Read hundreds of elegant articles with yellow ink in the book and savor their historical rhetoric. Between the lines, there are thousands of years of changes, singing a turbulent, feeling that the mountains and rivers are changing, and the reincarnation is in vain. Listening to the melodious sound of the tune, imagining its smart jumping picture. When the sleeves are dancing, lift your clothes, play a piece of red dust, sing that love, and have your company. -Mo Yi's sleeves are stained with ink. "I would like to accompany you all over the rivers in my lifetime."

45. The green slate bears the glory of the years. Who painted the horizon under that city? Light ink puts pen to paper, long singing and dancing sleeves. Thousands of years have passed, but I am waiting for this ancient rhyme to flow under my feet, perform golden horses and walk through picturesque mountains and rivers. I would like to spend the rest of my life traveling with you all over the rivers and mountains, leaning against the sunset, feeling the picture drawn by nature and walking through the mountains and rivers precipitated by years. Stroll in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River surrounded by flowing stone bridges and indulge in its soft poetry. The rain fell on the ancient bluestone board, holding an oil-paper umbrella, smelling the ancient rhyme and melting into the brow. Take a look at the lonely smoke in the desert after vicissitudes of life, and remember its unchanging for thousands of years. The cold wind brings up the endless sunset on the river, spreads an ancient rice paper, depicts the solidified picture and engraves it into my heart. -Mo Yi's sleeves are stained with ink. "I would like to accompany you all over the rivers in my lifetime."

46. When the dust settles, find a quiet place to smell the flowers, wash away the lead and dance, leaving a lasting impression. -Mo Yi's sleeves are dyed with ink. "One place and one poem are fragrant."

47. Turn around, take a trip to the paradise between the dust, leaving silent sadness, inked sleeves, and ancient poems take away the sadness of the years. -Mo Yi's sleeves are dyed with ink. "One place and one poem are fragrant."

48. The time is fixed in early spring, but the ending is so cruel. From green to fragrant, from fragrant to gorgeous, from gorgeous to decaying into mud. It's just time, the hickey left behind, and finally it belongs to roots and dust. There is no more identity to watch the sunset and the morning with you. It turns out that the annual rings of trees are the reincarnation of leaves again and again. Nick is gone. -Wilderness "Poetry in One Place (Group 4)"

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