Ancient style, aestheticism, sadness and cruelty to the heart sentence
I met late and fell in love too slowly, so I was in a dilemma. Butterflies are beautiful. After all, butterflies can't fly across the sea. This is an ancient, beautiful, sad and sad sentence I prepared. Come and have a look.
1. Enter the world of mortals, just because of the temperament of living from misty rain, talking about the world of mortals, just because I love the ethereal spirit of misty rain and sigh at the world of mortals, just because I have seen the sadness of misty rain all over. Love the world of mortals, but can't love the world of mortals as misty rain. I look forward to the world of mortals, but I can't look forward to the world of mortals as cold as misty rain. I hate the world of mortals as chaotic as misty rain, but I can't bear the world of mortals flying like misty rain ... misty rain, red dust, little tears.
2. If I am just a passer-by in your vast sea of people, can you stop me from being obsessed? If I'm just an ornament to you, can you not let me get drunk? If I am only the starting point of your half-life displacement, can you not let me leave? If I'm just your dispensable fireworks, can I not be broken? Can't see the end of the story, misty rain ancient city, who is waiting for me? The flowers are silent and fall all over the ground. Who does it hurt? Whose heart is broken
3. Under whose piano music, the rustling sky and the endless sadness have softened into a Qian Qian knot? The moon is setting and the crow is falling. Whose wind and frost has been sung for thousands of years? When a smile provoked infatuation, it was destined to go through thousands of years in the world of mortals. Tonight, I was drunk in the past life without any reason. Deep in the lotus root, on the bank of willows, the misty rain terrace is still a vast sea.
4. Life is a fate. From the beginning to the end, from nothing to nothing, from nothing to nothing, it is doomed to vanish, but after all the noise, I have smiled innocently, so I have no regrets. Time flies, the youth is exhausted, how much melancholy, how much disconsolate, just because of constant cutting, the reason is still broken. This situation is like a dream, moving and moving, just to pursue this fate.
5, prosperous times, how to make a cup of wine against me! Let bygones be bygones, if you don't laugh and get drunk once. Recalling the vastness, XX is fragrant. Snow enters the window, and there is no moon or sorrow tonight. Who picks up the snowflake! Who is crazy about beauty! Somebody drink a pot of moonlight! Who's three feet drunk and melancholy! Tears dissolve the snow, just as the fleeting time loses youth. Raise a glass to get drunk, drink the snow, and be at a loss for another year ... Only sigh that Iraqis have gone, and the rest of my life is boundless.
6. Who is wandering around the buildings and who is waiting by the ancient road? Looking back for a thousand years, a hundred years of loneliness. Lonely who with, lonely who * * *. Past life's brush shoulder, this life's meeting. Love flies in the wind, and love plays in the rain. Once wishful thinking, once crazy in love, wake up with the wind. At this moment: love is speechless, and love is silent. Tears wet my eyes and filled my heart.
7. Whose face will be remembered all his life, as beautiful as a flower and as fleeting as water! But life is just like the first time. In my previous life, I burned incense, but I passed you by, and I missed my passionate lingering for a lifetime. Looking for you from now on, sleepless! In this world, you are obsessed with it, and your face reappears, but it is not what it was then. In a trance, who took the floating life and messed up the time?
8. Who watches for whom becomes an eternal monument, and who condenses into a thousand-year-old tear for whom. Who keeps the sea in mulberry fields for whom, and who waits the night until the day for whom. Who boils the moss into white hair for whom, who consumes the youth into a flower for whom. Who made who laugh, who made who cry, who held who's hand, who married who? It doesn't matter who is who, whether you know the answer or not, don't try to be who you are!
9, the beauty is far away, the lovesickness is bitter, and it is difficult to pay for it. Ten years of love and a hundred years of crossing, I can't bear to care if I don't cut my lovesickness!
1. A clever pen is hard to write, but a sad paper, and a pale oath, after all, can't resist the forgetting of years.
11, 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.
12. It turns out that the vows of eternal love have been said all over again, and it seems that they have all been paid off!
13. It seems that this star was not last night, for whom the wind and dew stood in the middle of the night.
14. Elegance refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time.
15. If you can't shed enough acacia blood and tears and throw red beans, you can't finish blooming spring flowers and flowers all over the building.
16, an inch of acacia, an inch of ash, who takes the fleeting time, chaotic floating life.
17. Who finally made the string break, and the flowers fell on the shoulders, and they were in a trance.
18. Send you a song, don't ask the people to get together at the end of the song.
19. Looking at the cherry blossoms all over the sky, sadness is flowing, but it can't hide the mottled fleeting time.
2. Lights and stars, voices and songs are endless.
21. If you are not intentional, I will rest. The past is like yesterday, and I will drink a thousand cups of wine on weekdays and recite poems for the first time in the Spring and Autumn Period.
22. The moon is covered with dark clouds, and there is no trace of people. I can't tell you how lonely I am.
23. When people feel sentimental, they turn thin, but now they are really not sentimental.
24, how many beauties are worn out, how many lovesickness pieces are broken, and only the blood-stained ink is left to cry.
25. As beautiful as a flower, it seems that the years have passed, and you can go back to the past, but you can't go back to the beginning.
26. Look at the moon and look after each other, only admiring the mandarin duck but not the fairy.
27. The pavilion is short and the world of mortals is rolling. I sigh Xiao again.
28. The most important thing is to gaze at the infinite meaning, as if we had met in a previous life.
29. Missing has no direction. The wind blows away the traces of the years. Messy dance steps, through the long four seasons, nirvana into poetry in warm days. Even if we can't depend on each other closely, we look forward to the opportunity to get close to each other. The footsteps of drifting away, the feelings of hurting inch by inch, measure a kind of sorrow called distance in the gap between heart and heart fatigue.
3. The touch of purples of the years adorns the spring and autumn of the whole life; The streamer of fireworks shattered the moment of youth. Misty rain and red dust, who disturbed the old dream of youth; The dust settled, who told the feelings of parting. Listen, the flute sounds long in the distance, but it's a pity that it hurts. Look, there is a long stream of water nearby, but it is a pity that it is like a dream. Who will see through the world of mortals, who will be shallow in words, and who can put out this human fireworks?
31. I spent all my youth, but I couldn't get out of the long rainy season. I sang all the way, looked back all the way, remembered it endlessly, and shed tears. I turned my heart into a dewdrop, perched on the broad leaves of my dream, fell asleep, and waited for the morning light of the next life to wake me up gently. Then, in this life, can you allow me to settle down and return my innocent heart to the moon, gentle as jade, and clear eyes, just like the ying ying when I first saw it?
32, the west wind is thick, the cold invades the sleeves, and it is hard to pay for the lonely sail, and it is futile to gaze at it. When the willows in front of the courtyard are folded, who can solve the problem of lovesickness and sorrow, and who can solve the problem that tears accompany the rain and flow with the water? Feelings are hard to accept, people are empty and thin, and it is hard to say that they are worried, and the shade is still the same. Shuangdai wants to open and lock, and also complains about acacia and sorrow, and also complains that this hatred is always difficult to rest. Leaning alone in the building, looking at the blue boat, whoever has residual makeup can solve the deep and remote eyebrows, and everyone is thin. Looking back at the past, how much I miss and worry, I lost a line of geese and a trace of autumn.
33. Seeing each other late and falling in love too slowly put me in a dilemma. Butterflies are beautiful. After all, butterflies can't fly across the sea. Ten years of life and death are two boundless, I don't think about it, I'm unforgettable, I'm lonely in a grave, and there's nowhere to talk about it. If life is like seeing it for the first time, why should we bear the pain of people walking in the cold tea? Get together and leave, be happy and sad, lie on a couch, and live in a dream all your life!
34. The heart is like the sea, and the feelings are like flowers. Have you ever paid someone wrong for your infatuation? Beauty tears, who should blame? Who is it, singing in the ear; Who is it? vows of eternal love. Surging and surging, my heart seems to have returned to that year. You and I held hands and leaned against each other, strolling on this faint ancient road. Now, the years are gone, the dreams are like fog and electricity, and I have no regrets all my life. Love is everywhere and beauty is in an instant.
35, Xuan paper dyed with ink, Hanlin thesaurus, holding the brocade and satin, draped the dream, expressed a piece of acacia ink, and calligraphy lingered. Han Fu Yuan Qu, a farewell song, stained with Tang Shining's ci, lost in Jin years, composed a gorgeous farewell song, reposed in pain, fell asleep in that life, sadly hurting the soul, and became miserable. Pointing to the falling flowers, the rain in become a butterfly, the wind and smoke, and the dream, I know a volume of Sanskrit.
36, misty rain and red dust, little tears, endless worries like misty rain, endless regrets like red dust. Dancing on a moonlit night, it is difficult to hide the sad faces, and the feelings are deep, how can people? Light green makeup, body like a paper sign, heart as thin as cicada's wings, only faint pain and faint touch are left at the moment of regaining. Who is who? What fate should past lives have? Who and who are the fate of this life and past lives? Seek this life, where to seek the afterlife?
37. How many old dreams have you escaped from a world of mortals love, a thousand-year-old relationship and a few strands of lovesickness? 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!
38. A gorgeous encounter ended in silence. Two flowers bloom, and two flowers bloom. We met in the wrong season and grew up in different worlds. You go east, I go west. From then on, I passed by. It was just an accidental encounter, but it was a sad beauty. If life is just like the first time, will you still choose such an encounter? If life is just like the first time, will it be more prosperous like a fleeting time?
39. Once a girl dies in spring, it's hard to know whether the flowers fall or the people die. The still water is deep, and the song is sung; Three lives are sunny and round, and once you are sad and happy. Lights and stars, voices and songs are endless. As beautiful as a flower, like a fleeting time, I can go back to the past, but I can't go back to the beginning. Dark clouds cover the moon, and no one is there. I can't tell you how lonely it is!
4, a wisp of smoke, curling up, green dragonfly water, catkins fluttering. If the floating life is a dream, it is as quiet as water, without asking about feelings and worries. I only wish you a good life, past life and bitterness in this life. No matter rain or snow, I just want to be plain and drunk, to fill my half-life displacement, and to say goodbye to my whole life. Peeling off and covered with scars, waiting for the phoenix to nirvana, wishing to be bleak and send a piece of paper, wishing this life to be with clothes.
41, a melody rustles, joys and sorrows of the world. 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.
42. The face of a lifetime, the scenery passing by-in the world of mortals, we passed by. In the end, who is whose scenery ... I only know that when distance is no longer distance, we will meet, form water, condense into ice, or turn into dust ... I hope you are my most beautiful scenery, and I am your long-awaited homecoming.
43, a bridge, called helpless; A river, called Forgotten River. On the banks of Sansheng Stone, Iraqis are still there. I wish to accompany you to drunk and laugh for 3, games, without complaining about leaving; Recall that beauty is like jade, sword is like a rainbow, and it breaks the void; Cherish, Feihong has done his best to worry about every word, and it is difficult to think about it. Between the flowers and the moon. He, laughing and drinking Meng Po Tang. She doesn't cry for beauty! And the rain, the smoke and the rain are invincible, and the heaven and the earth are equally worried. If there is an afterlife, it will be a beautiful city. Who knows this love?
44. A mountain can't be separated by two lovesickness, and the horizon can't be separated by two wordless words. I miss you with my life, drink that bowl of Mengpo soup alone, bury myself between the mountains and bones, and listen to the trickle of water, and the breeze dances with the falling flowers! Listen to the wind, I can't finish my life's thoughts, and the flowing water can't finish my world's love.
45. Iraqis wear red makeup under the moon. I don't know who she hurt. Birds are still in pairs, and they are busy singing together. But the Iraqis shed two lines of tears. Iraqi solo accompanied by moonlight, only lonely shadow * * * wandering. Lie under the willow skirt. People say that if two feelings look at each other forever. Why have a dream with you? In the play, people are heartbroken and meditate in their dreams. Ask yourself who Yuanyang is spinning for. Looking back at the lonely shadow under the moon, the fallen flowers are around me. You can enjoy Iraqi red makeup alone.
46, if you want to be together, it is difficult to look at each other, and everyone is heartbroken; Love is fleeting, hate is long, and the lights are dim. Traveling to Qian Shan, involving thousands of waters, tears on the road of acacia; Spring flowers bloom, autumn leaves fall, and fragrance remains after prosperity; Looking at the sky, sighing at the bright moon, lonely and melancholy; The wine is strong, the heart is also drunk, and the shirt is lightly sleeved and dancing; Thinking of autumn water, thinking of Iraqis, being close at hand and near Yuanyang; Past love, debt in this life, a dream of reincarnation in the world of mortals.
47. The moon is still silent, and the years have turned several times in the world. It's hard to stop talking, watching the boundless red dust and misty rain river! I don't understand how to correct the mistakes, just like a frozen picture. Feelings are long, and those pains and touches again and again are just an empty dream in retrospect.
48, once, for whom you cried impudently! You are the sand blown into my eyes, blurring my eyes and not seeing the sky clearly. This is a busy end, not the whole city, not the country, but everything I have. What do you want? Be together for life. Or a day of greed. I want it. Just a simple but stable life. Love to death, water under the bridge. The best happiness is the care you give.
49. We once met in the purest age, were happy in the flamboyant youth, separated in the vicissitudes of the years, and looked forward to meeting again when the dust settled, just to confirm your happiness, just to see you again with a smile, and then left indifferently. Since then, passers-by have never returned home. Only a wisp of faint fragrance is left, which is scattered in the changing spring and autumn, and a trace of lingering penetrates the world of mortals ... < P > 5. It has been said that acacia is not sad, so why are the ends of the earth not together? At that time, I was clever, hard to understand the fate, late in regret, hard to return to acacia, and the thousand-year expectation turned to dust. Don't look back, it was always a flashy dream, and the ancient songs were still heartbroken, so there was no sadness. The world of mortals is full of different meanings, but it's hard to understand, and it's unforgettable, and tears seep into your clothes. The most thoughtful thing is that if you are young and frivolous, you will feel hurt and cry … what if you don't know each other? ;