The very artistic ancient-style sentences are as follows:
1. The flowers have faded, and I recall that yesterday’s red leaves fell on the street. The wind is also clear, the frost is fierce, I hold the moon alone with deep sorrow, and the tears melt into powder like snow.
2. The bustling and glitzy life is fleeting.
3. An actor enters painting and spends his whole life. Beauty, white hair, green silk. Play him and her to the fullest, who knows what's in your heart?
4. Destiny gathers and dissipates like water, carrying the world on its back, just for a word, waiting for the next meeting.
5. The autumn wind passes through the dust, between the clouds and the water, silent and silent, staying in the world of mortals, waiting for an agreement.
6. The dust-free water sill of the bamboo dock is affectionate, and the lovesickness is far away from the city. The autumn clouds linger and the frost flies late, leaving the withered lotus to listen to the sound of rain.
7. The delicate fingers light up Huaxiao’s cloud dream.
8. He wears black gauze on his head and holds an ivory letter in his hand. There is a lot of noise in the palace, and flowers are hidden in private. The house is filled with silver and silver, and thousands of families are squeezed out.
9. The thatched cottage is home, and the bright moon enters the fence. Make tea in the clear spring and gossip about mulberry trees and hemp. Picking reed flowers by the stream, happy spring buds under the willows.
10. Piles of green spring grass, butterflies and orioles flying on the bridge. The sunset is still early, and the lying cow is playing the flute. The old man fishes in the stream, and the fish eavesdrop on pastoral songs.
Expansion:
1. The scenery remains the same, but the people are different. Strolling through the ancient streets, every smile and every smile is full of your flavor. The sun dapples the time, and your appearance comes to mind, but it is still in such a hurry.
2. Strolling through Nanxun Old Street, you will find the river not far from your feet. Since it is a water town, there must be wind. The slightest breeze blows across the water, causing crow's feet to appear in the river, which is very interesting.
3. Strolling through Xitang, the wind and rain corridors of the ancient water town streets built in the Ming and Qing Dynasties are like elegant pictures. One melodious melody after another, it follows the long river of the ancient town, winding and twisting, simple and concise. The ancient houses in the corridor exude a warm atmosphere, the shops are lined up in rows, and the smoky weeping willows beside the water alley are swaying in the wind.
4. Walking in the streets of the ancient city, bathed in the warm sunshine. When you walk on the streets and feel the hustle and bustle of the crowd, you feel like you have returned to the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Beautiful poems and prose can be heard everywhere in the streets and alleys, and the shouts of shop owners are endless. I lament the prosperity of modern times, but I didn’t know that ancient times were also so prosperous and powerful.
5. Following the rhythm of dusk and facing the ancient wind, I strolled through the ancient lanes of Jiangnan in the cool autumn. Along the flat bluestone road, my heart was far away from the hustle and bustle of the world. Be impetuous, let the years flow quietly on the skin, and let the poetry dance lightly in the heart.
6. Along the alley, along Stone Street, beside Ziyang Bridge, there is an ancient road that stretches to the sky. Stars in the morning, moon in the night, in front of Xu Guofang, thousands of miles of dust brings wealth.
7. Beyond the bustling city, you can see the antique scenery, tourists, stars are falling, the sun is warm and the years are quiet. Green bricks and green tiles, old stone streets, the sun is tilted westward every inch, making it lazy and blurry.
8. As soon as you entered the town, you smelled a Jiangnan flavor. Crossing the Wolong Bridge, strolling along Beizha Street and the river pier, a few women beat their clothes with mallets. On the shore, wisps of white smoke from the coal stove were rising. In the distance, the winding green mountains are vaguely visible, and a slanting sun shines down from the top of the mountains, giving the impression of a house deep in a secluded alley.
9. Stone slabs are laid along the street, and water streams flow through the lanes. The new music in the ancient building makes the night peaceful, and the shadows on the temples are fragrant and the spring scenery is fragrant. There is no drunkenness during the good wine and banquet, and the flowers leave a name on both sides of the bank. The sound of drums brings sighs of glory, bitterness, sourness and sweetness.