1. Beautiful verses about Chinese style
Beautiful verses about Chinese style 1. Chinese style sentences should be beautiful, not poems or Song lyrics.
Dedicated Passing through the blue and green, carrying a cluster of lonely flowers.
Who remembers whose flowers on the road? Goodbye, we are already strangers.
The flowers are blooming and the tea is everywhere, and the place is prosperous. Love is overwhelming, and the beauty of the whole life is scattered.
The snow is falling one by one, the wind is blowing curtain by curtain, and the cinnabar is soft and slow, wandering about the past, smiling and recalling the past.
Fold a bunch of moonlight into a mirror, carve a delicate expression for yourself, and count the flowers blooming and falling.
Red hands, yellow vine wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. The east wind is evil, happiness is thin, a cup of melancholy leaves me alone for a few years. wrong! wrong! wrong!
Illusion _______________________________°
The sun is withering, the wind and dust are ruined, and the red silk silk gauze and water are worn as a pendant.
Empty comfort is hard to make mistakes.
Thousands of miles away, there is nothing to do.
Tired, tired, tired.
Xiaoxiang sheds tears, the green wax breaks into pieces, and once sacrificed, it will not return.
The ruins of the scenery are in vain.
After years of ups and downs, the setting sun smiles.
Ambiguous, ignorant, ignorant.
Looking down at the scenery is charming and intoxicating,
The broken mirror shows the broken eyes.
I only say that I have made mistakes over the years,
Smile and spread my eyes,
Donglimei,
Ren Xiang talks in vain tear.
The universe is turning into auspicious shadows,
The past life has caused the sins in this life.
The shadows of the lanterns and walls are dimly scented,
I don’t see you,
Cangzhou old man,
The slow water comes and goes from the bay.
2. Who has more beautiful sentences with a Chinese style?
The scholar’s ??thoughts are in the bamboo fence you personally planted next to the vine climbing courtyard. The love in this life has been covered by the embroidered shoes. I stepped heavily on the moss on the corner of the wall to record it all. Three hundred years ago, I used my elegant cursive calligraphy to express your tranquility and beauty. The hairpin swinging on your head, I wish I could prick your slender body line. I don’t need to shake my pen. I can also fully express it, but your cheeks can only be outlined with white lines. The way I wrote with broken pens blurs your smile, but the day lilies beside it didn't respond. And the smooth and smooth lines of your clothes are as pure as cursive script on the paper. However, I always use a vermilion wet pen to express my feelings. I use the iron line drawing technique that I am not good at to interweave your tranquility like spring silkworms spinning silk during the color application. You are by the river bank, playing the harp on the other side, but I use the method of blowing the flute to express my feelings. Convey the love in my heart faintly. I am spreading out the picture outside the painting with thick ink in the west wing. You play the piano and Ruan's sound makes me put down my pen. You go together to pick up the plum branches to play. My thoughts are hidden in the fine brushwork. Under the small bridge over the flowing water in the south of the Yangtze River, the light fragrance of the silk scarf in my hand spread leisurely, so I was intoxicated under your skirt, and then I had the dream pen on the paper today. Finally, I used the free and easy brushwork to describe the past of our previous life and this life with a cold artistic conception. The handwriting on the paper clearly recorded that it was an Internet poem from a long time ago. It evoked my Chinese style feeling, and I have some of it myself.
3. Find a few sentences with a unique Chinese flavor
The sun sets in the west, and the sky is filled with sunset, which reflects the golden color of the sea. The microwave is swaying, and the vastness is covered with golden light for thousands of miles.
The warm evening breeze blew through the poplar trees on the cliff, picking up white catkins all over the sky, floating everywhere, and landed on his nose and face. The warm and tingling feeling suddenly reminded him of many things from his childhood.
This was the place where he saw the sea for the first time. Unexpectedly, time flew by and fate played tricks on people, and today he came to the Nanji Mountain of the East China Sea again. This was the main peak of Nanji Mountain. The stream on the mountaintop beside him gurgled through the peach trees and merged into a torrent, cascading down from Longya Rock to form an astonishing 10,000-foot waterfall.
Because the mountain was too high, the waterfall fell halfway up the mountain, and was blown away by the sea wind into pieces, scattered to the west and east. By the Longtan at the foot of the mountain, there is no waterfall anymore, only the drizzle in the sky can be felt.
★★Wan, hairpin, copper mirror, copper basin. ★★Four words that are very classical and very feminine♀When I see these four words, it always seems like there is a woman wearing a gauze as thin as cicada wings sitting in front of me, with willow-leaf eyebrows and loving eyes, looking at a copper mirror, looking at the window Her temples.
A handful of blue hair, like water flowing from head to ground. A strand of hair covered her beautiful black mercury eyes.
She shook her head and tossed her hair to one side because she was looking for something to tie her hair with. What is it? Is it silk from Jiangnan? Is it a handkerchief given by your lover? Is it a piece of silk that you spun yourself? After hundreds of thousands of years, she has no voice. I can't ask her gently.
Moreover, I can’t bear to disturb her, so I will let her watch quietly. However, she still tied up her hair.
A carved dressing table and a bronze mirror with a light patina on the edges. How many young women have looked at it and made poses? How many proud women have ever had their makeup done in front of it? The women who "were once called good talents' clothes, whose make-up was always jealous of Qiu Niang", whose "tinheads were smashed by a silver grate, and whose blood-red skirts were stained by wine"? There have been so many resentful women who chanted, "Stop the yellow orioles, don't let them cry on the branches."
The cries frighten my concubine's dream, and she will not go to Liaoxi." "Spring is as old, people are empty and thin, and tears are red The woman who "You live at the head of the Yangtze River, and I live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every year and drink the water of the Yangtze River together" once cried in front of it every night and turned gray in her youth? Maybe her man was captured by Qin Shihuang's men to build the Great Wall, maybe her man was conscripted by Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty to fight against the Huns, maybe her man was conscripted by Tang Minghuang's people to fight against Tubo; maybe she was originally a noble lady. Perhaps she is a palace girl, or she is eagerly waiting for her lover to take the high school entrance examination so that he can marry her, or perhaps she is waiting for an official or even a king to come to her. Then, when she is tied up, what is reflected in the bronze mirror should still be full of belly. of resentment and melancholy.
So, what kind of woman is she? Is she a woman from that dynasty? How did she sadly get rid of her sparse withered hair like autumn grass when she was "aging and losing her beauty" and "being neglected in front of the door"? The copper mirror should be round in shape so that it can print the melon-seed-shaped face of a beautiful woman. Sometimes, maybe she still has to hold her various dance skirts.
Perhaps I still want to hold it, as if I was that ruthless lover, or my husband who was guarding the border without seeing anyone alive or dead. How many grievances and love words were heard by this dead bronze mirror.
After listening to it more, will it also understand human nature, like the passionate seed in the Grand View Garden, come to shed tears with these poor women? Or, after tying it up, she would use a hairpin to tie up her hair. From this word, I know that the first thing she used was a green bamboo strip as a hairpin, so she has the elegance, elegance, and purity of bamboo, and her hair always has a hint of the fragrance of bamboo.
I imagined that she must have become cuter and more romantic because of the smell of bamboo. Could it be that because of the fragrance of bamboo, she aroused the man's unbearable passion, so the man gasped and loosened her hair that she had worked hard for a long time to tie up, and she had to start all over again. Busy.
On a very classic shelf, there is a very classic copper basin, with a faint patina on the edge, which makes people want to guess how many beauties' hands have touched it and slenderly caressed it in the basin. Wash your bare hands. The beauty's face was far away in the clear water basin.
Perhaps, when she was pouring water, she was thinking of a man, and the man or her sister called her, or it might be her mother, so she was startled and the copper basin dropped to the ground. As a result, there were several large and small bumps on the copper basin. Although they had been repaired, they were still visible.
★★ Bold and graceful ★★ Bold and graceful, one is very Han Dynasty, very Tang Dynasty, and the other is very Song Dynasty. Bold, a very masculine and masculine word.
He is a very manly man, strong and sturdy, with a strong back and a strong waist. I have seen it in Wen Tianxiang's poems, and I have read it in Yue Fei's lyrics.
It should be a shot of strong shochu, which should have been drunk by Li Bai with a toast and invited Mingyue to drink it in exchange for a five-flowered horse and a thousand catties of fur; it should have been invited by Du Fu across the fence in the autumn wind hut A neighbor came to drink it all. It is a pot of heroic fire. It should have been drunk by Li Bai in a wine glass. It should have been hung as a sword by Su Dongpo, Xin Qiji and Lu You. It should have been blown by the garrison at the border, and it should have been blown by the shogunate. The iron plate and copper pipa were played.
It should be the all-powerful general "Swallowing Ten Thousand Miles Like a Tiger" who recited it on his horse in the smoke, and it should be the frontier poet "Feather Fan Lunjin" who wrote it on the city wall. It should have been rustling in the sound of the waves going eastward, and it should have been galloping on the battlefield of gold and iron horses.
Graceful, a very feminine and feminine word. She is a very gentle woman from the Song Dynasty, frail, graceful and graceful.
She is probably a woman of at least the same period as Li Qingzhao, Liu Yong and Jiang Kui. It once flew in the "deep lotus flowers" of "returning to the boat at the end of the day", it once fell bit by bit in the sound of "the parasol trees are more gentle and the drizzle", and it once "held hands and looked at each other" in the "morning wind and waning moon on the willow bank" "Tearful eyes" and "speechless".
★★Qin Se, Yao Qin, Pipa★★ Qin Se, Yao Qin and Pipa, I always think they are words related to love and close friends. Qinse and Yaoqin are the two most romantic words.
Through it, you can see pure women from the ancient Zhou Dynasty, ancient Zheng Kingdom, and Kuching Kingdom, carrying a bamboo basket or a bamboo basket on their back, bending down. Collect mulberry leaves or wild vegetables on the mulberry trees. So, one is.
4. Looking for poems with a beautiful style
After the Rain Author: Xi Murong Life can actually be a poem. If you can let me move forward slowly, quietly look forward to searching for the carry. The gradually deepening twilight passed through the unknown mud and finally shed tears in the dark clouds. For all the encounters that were missed or not missed, life can always become a poem in the end. After the torrential rain, my heart will be cleaner if you are willing to wait. All the floating clouds will eventually merge into rivers. Rain Alley ----- Dai Wangshu holds an oil-paper umbrella and wanders alone in the long, long and lonely rain alley. I hope to meet a girl who is as sad as a lilac. .
She has the same color as lilac, the same fragrance as lilac, and the same sadness as lilac. She complains in the rain, sad and hesitant; she wanders in this lonely rain alley, holding an oil-paper umbrella like me, Walking silently like me, indifferent, desolate, and melancholy. She walked closer and closer silently, and cast a breathless look. She floated past like a dream, as sad and confused as a dream.
Like a branch of lilac floating across the ground in a dream, this girl floated past me; she quietly moved away, far away, and reached the dilapidated fence and walked through the rainy alley. In the sad song of rain, her color disappeared, her fragrance dispersed, and even her breath-like eyes and lilac-like melancholy disappeared.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the long, long and lonely rainy alley, I hope to float past a girl who is as knotted with sorrow and resentment as lilacs.
Shu Ting's gt; If I love you - / I will never imitate the climbing flower in the sky, / Use your high branches to show off myself; / If I love you - / I will never imitate the infatuated bird, / Repeat monotonous songs for the green shade ; / It’s not just like a spring source / It brings cool comfort all year round; / It’s not just like a dangerous peak, / It increases your height, / It sets off your majesty.
/ Even sunlight / Even spring rain / No, these are not enough / I must be a kapok near you, / Standing with you as the image of a tree. / Roots, holding each other in the ground; / Leaves, touching each other in the clouds.
/ Every time the wind blows, we greet each other, / But no one / understands our words / You have your copper branches and iron trunks, / Like knives, swords and halberds; / I have My red flower is like a heavy sigh, and like a heroic torch. We share the cold wave, wind, thunder and thunder; Great love, / steadfastness is here / love / not only love your majestic body, / also love the position you insist on, / the land under your feet. If life is just like the first time we met An Ruyi, if life is just like the first time we met holding my son's hand, and we will live together forever, we will dare to be with you, and we will have the same person. Zijin, I have been thinking about you for a long time. How late is it for the car to arrive? Pan Yue’s death is still a waste of words. Heaven has endless people’s wishes, so I sent Nong Jianlang. Hongdou was born in the southern country. When spring came, a few hibiscus flowers bloomed in the past. Now they are broken roots and grass with you. When we met for the first time, we were like old friends returning home to look at the flowers with tears streaming down our faces. The king of Chu said that Xue Tao wrote ten poems on the paper. The most high is the bright sun and the moon. It is easy for a couple to seek priceless treasures, but it is rare for a man with a heart to open his eyes all night long and repay the favor. I have never raised my eyebrows in my life, and I have no intention of loving the good night. I let him see the bright moon under the west building and the stars sinking to the bottom of the sea. When the rain passes by the river source, I look at Sansheng Du Mu and Shili Yangzhou from the other seat. Don't talk about the past. The clothes are getting wider and I don't regret it. I am gone because of Yi. The man is haggard and the flower is falling, the man is independent, the light swifts fly together to the sad place, the high city is beyond sight, the lights are already dusk, the ancient woman's neem song and lyrics are like daffodils waiting for their bloom in a silent posture. A woman in red dress can't imagine anyone who can't be shaken by the sound of the piano and then swaying on the lake. The painted boat is motionless and solidifies many mornings and evenings. Whether it is the dead of night, you still can't fall asleep. Waves of poetry are rippling in your heart. I really like to be sacrificed to an eternal myth by your singing. When all the hustle and bustle begins to fall asleep, singing is my boat in search of dreams. And on a dilapidated bridge, you said that you were silently waiting for someone who would make you haggard and old. You said that of course that person was not me. You said that because I was still a child, I would not understand the feeling of a rose expecting to bear new buds. Then you remained silent forever, while I still lingered by the water, looking across the water at the oasis in the distance, praying that you would meet me in poetry and dreams a thousand years later.
5. Some beautiful sentences about ancient customs and charms, as the beginning of the article
If there are three thousand water, only take one ladle to drink. There are thousands of beautiful roses, but only one can be picked to pity you!
All living beings are surrounded by flowers and endless changes. After many vicissitudes of life, how many people worry about their old friends? The moon is waxing and waning, the moon is full, and how many lifetimes have passed, who can sigh at the moon? When the flowers bloom and fade, how many people bury the flowers and cry? The neon lights are flashing, paper money is scattered, and a few people are wandering around the street corner! In this world of mortals, where is my heart that remains the same?
Sighing the past life, mourning the miss in this life, waiting for the love in the next life, the marriage of three lives, after several reincarnations, who is on the stage of reincarnation, waiting persistently, accompanying me on the other side, but what is accompanying me is the loneliness and loneliness of three lives. sad!
I swear to Tianqi, I will use my three lives of fireworks to exchange your confusion and marriage for a lifetime!
The ups and downs of the years, the thousands of years, the waiting of thousands of years, the ups and downs of three lives, I am like a passer-by appreciating how many sorrows and how many changes in the world. From ancient times to the present, several reincarnations have become history. , experiencing the sorrow and pain of three lives, I can only see but cannot speak. I exchanged the misery of three lives for opportunities in this life, and the love of this life. I exchanged three lives for marriage in this life, and staying together in this life! The years of reincarnation bring many beauties, and the eyes turn into mulberry fields in an instant. The spiritual flowers on the other side are always blooming, burning my lonely soul. However, what is rolling back is my endless longing, and what is weighed down by the three-life stone is my unfinished persistence!
Standing on the river embankment that existed thousands of years ago, the waves hit the rocks.
Thousands of years of thoughts blended into one puddle!
Three generations of love, thousands of years of reincarnation, passing through the Qiong Tower and the vermilion attic several times; the bamboo forest makes shadows, lightly untie the tent, and look back with a hundred reflections of red. Lying drunk on the battlefield, pointing out the country, laughing and talking about the situation, how many years have passed; caressing a farewell, dancing a song of mourning, a bit of sadness, many vicissitudes, the youthful beauty is gone in an instant, so what’s the problem of dancing drunkenly with the remaining snow? Sip the wine of the past life, sing the songs of this life, and express my unfinished lovesickness!
You, I would give you three lives in exchange for one.
The change in history has finally come. I thank God for giving me this opportunity. I long for your love secretly. After several reincarnations, you are still the same you. You have not changed. You are still the same me. People who give up three lives just for one life of marriage. I'm waiting for you in that ancient temple, just like I was waiting for you back then. Things have changed, but why haven't I seen your arrival for a long time? Why haven't I met you yet?
I cursed the heaven to betray me for a thousand years, the golden halberd and the silver hook reflected the bloody night, repaired my armor, and pointed to the nine heavens, but the heaven betrayed me for three lifetimes.
After squandering endless blood and tears, staining the sky with blood, and destroying the majestic mountains, I am willing to cast down a thousand-year blood curse for the lonely ghosts,
——Use me Three lives of suffering will change your life of confusion...
In the long street pavilion, the fireworks are blooming, I pick up the lamp and look back,
The moon is like a shuttle, the world is rolling, you sigh again after playing the piano
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Listening to the broken string, I only regret that separation is difficult
Three lives of cloudy and sunny days, one day of joy and sorrow
Use my three lives of fireworks to exchange your confusion for the rest of your life
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I will exchange three lives of fireworks for your lifetime of confusion.
The street is long, the fireworks are numerous, you turn on the light to look back,
The short pavilion is short, the world is rolling, I sigh again.
Who made the string break in the end, the flowers fell on the shoulders, and the flowers fell on the shoulders, in a trance
So many beauties are haggard, so many lovesickness are broken, only the blood is left to dye the ink fragrance and cry in the grave.
The vast land can be destroyed with a single sword, where will the bustling music and songs fall. Leaning against the clouds, thousands of pots hide my loneliness, even if others laugh at me in vain.
Let him be pure and turbid in everything, and he will be reincarnated for your smile.
I send you a song, no matter where you are at the end of the song.
Who burns the smoke and disperses the ties of vertical and horizontal.
Listen to the broken string and cut off those three thousand obsessions. The falling flowers are obliterated, and the wind is obliterated. If the flower is pity, it falls on whose fingertips.
The lights are shining, the voices are dim, and the songs are endless.
Like flowers and beautiful families, time flies by. We can’t go back to the past, but we can’t go back to the beginning.
It seems that these stars are not last night, for whom the wind and dew set the midnight sun.
Butterflies are beautiful, but after all, butterflies cannot fly across the sea.
Mountains and rivers surrender to you and smile for you.
When all the floating flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you.
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6. What are the poems that describe the classical and elegant beauty of women
There is a beautiful person, clear and graceful. ——The Book of Songs
The eyebrows are like green feathers, the muscles are like white snow, the waist is like a bunch of plain cloth, and the teeth are like shells. ——Song Yu
Looking at it from a distance, it is as bright as the morning glow of the sun; looking at it from a distance, it is as bright as the green waves of a flower. ——Cao Zhi
As graceful as floating clouds, as graceful as a frightening dragon. The face is like gelatin, and the eyes are like paint. ——Liu Yuyi
The delicate dimples are blooming in the dream, and the flowers are falling from the eyes; the jade is born from the jade on the wrists, and the red gauze is soaked in fragrant sweat. ——Xiao Gang
The hibiscus is not as beautiful as the beauty, and the wind from the water palace brings the fragrance of pearls and green flowers. ——Wang Changling
The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, and the spring breeze blows the threshold and the dew is thick. ——Li Bai
Pingping is more than thirteen years old, and the cardamom branches are in early February. ——Du Mu
Looking at flowers in the front and rear mirrors, the flowers reflect each other. ——Wen Tingyun
The beauty walks out of the jade flower, as graceful as a frightened swallow stepping on a flying dragon. ——Su Shi
People will guess only when their eyes are moved. ——Li Qingzhao
The sunken fish and wild geese make a loud noise, and the shy flowers close the moon and tremble with sadness.
——Tang Xianzu