86 essential excerpts of beautiful ancient sentences
Have you ever remembered the way you came? Like a jade tree facing the wind. As we travel further and further away, there are no more books. How can we find the bright pearl in the sea in our dreams? Huxiao looks at the cup of wine, why stay together forever. The flowers have dispersed and the dawn wind has left, and a pastoral song floats among the water and clouds. The following are 86 beautiful ancient sentences that I searched and compiled. Welcome to read and collect them.
1. Lightly open the pavilion, listen to the rain, the stamens are moist and the heart is intoxicated; weave diagonal silk, the thoughts are far away, and the dreams come back thousands of times to pray for blessings. Looking up, I can see the surrounding fields. When will I sleep in the west chamber? The west window shows the beauty, the clouds on the temples are slanted and the flowers are lazy; the pear mirror has a shy face, and the heart is loved by the lover. The night is deep, the stars are dim, the new moon is on the way home for love on Chinese Valentine's Day; the love is deep, the love is attached, the flowers are blooming and smiling happily. Don't forget me, we are destined to be together in this life, even if there are all difficulties; no regrets, love is embraced, Eden's harp, flute and psalm music.
2. On the yellowed paper, there is the handwriting of Jun in his prime.
3. I spent all my energy to meet you in my lifetime. It was only on this day that I discovered that I had breathed air.
4. Mr. Mo is rustling with the wind and rain, and the hanging luan dances and the phoenix turns over the green ribbon.
5. A romantic situation is arranged for you, but it is no match for a casual encounter.
6. Junge Yang rebels, and my concubine persuades Xinfeng to drink wine. What's the most important thing about people is the crow of the white door willow. The crows hide in the poplar flowers, and you stay in your concubine's house when you are drunk. There is agarwood fire in the Boshan furnace, and the two smokes rise up to the purple clouds.
7. When all the floating flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you. Once the spring goes, the beauty will grow old, and the flowers will fall and people will die.
8. A drop of autumn dew is for your elegance and sweetness; a red leaf is for dancing alone for your persistence; a trace of autumn wind is for your beauty; a clear tear is for your beauty. Your sadness makes me feel distressed; a ray of lovesickness is sent from afar for your earthly connection; a daisy is stationed in my heart for your elegance.
9. One petal of a flower, half a moon. Gather together in time, part in life. A cup of song, a cup of music. The yen is short of one month.
10. Above the world of mortals, among the streets, flowers of time bloom peacefully. When thoughts are like the wind, whose smile is indifferent to the fireworks? Whose low eyebrow brings life to the fleeting years?
11. The month of mourning, the month of mourning, the ghosts sigh and startle magpies. The sky knocks on the earth and it is difficult to move forward, and the emotions are chaotic. Chaos, love chaos, the sound of breaking the sky is far away.
12. The lights in the waiting room are dim and the rain brings coolness, and the people in the small building are still and the moon invades their beds. Love is annoyed by ruthlessness, and tonight is as long as last night. The house is warm and the jade stove is fragrant. The wind belongs to a wealthy man. There is no limit to the acacia tree in the garden. The plum blossoms wait for the begonias after hard work.
13. The night is slightly cool and the piano is flying. The bright moon shines through the book window, and the faint notes turn into sadness. The person in the painting is admired by an eternal piece of music, and three thousand love threads linger around the cold. Stop and disperse, it's just an illusion.
14. The fine wine and jade dew are waiting for the prime minister to fall, and his soul is sad. He picks up the flowers in the morning and the evening, and sighs at the ruins of his temples. Standing alone under the moon, the shadows and shadows hang together. Holding a green lantern to watch the mourning of flowers, a solo song is played by the cold crescent moon, and everything is in disarray. The moment of youth is lost and buried under the rain of parasol trees. The throbbing Mood for Love is infatuated with your three thousand green silk hair.
15. The breeze is refreshing, the willow posture is still there, and a light cloud fills the sky. The lotus leaves ripple across the lake, and the boat is fluttering, and a harmonious tune wraps around the fingers. The makeup-free face in the mirror is turned up to the sky, and a slight smile disappears without a trace. I gazed longingly and thought, feeling refreshed by the refreshing autumn air. The inscription on the sound, a handful of bitterness is temporarily buried, looking for the sound and relying on the song, a curtain of melancholy is rolled up. Loulan pours out tenderness, neither slowness nor impatience, elegance and Qingqiu, and do not let sadness and sadness lock the Qingqiu.
16. The dusk rain is blowing wet, and the tired willows are worried about the lotus and the wind is rushing. The bones can't help autumn, and they always feel sad. How do you say you are in the mood? It's not the time to complain. The drum has been updated three times, and the dream must come true.
17. Who plays the desolate music of Yuefu? The wind is also rustling, the rain is also rustling, and the lights are exhausted for another night. I don't know what is lingering in my arms. It's boring when I wake up, and I'm bored when I'm drunk. I never went to Xieqiao in my dream.
18. Hiding in a certain place, missing someone who stands on the way in and out, a person who worries me.
19. Purple buds with white pistils grow towards the top of the mountain. Watching family members pick it, it’s common to touch it.
20. If there is no fate, why do we get together? It is said that there is fate, but what happens when fate is gone? The origin and cessation of origin, the origin is you.
21. Working in the fields during the day and harvesting hemp at night, all the children in the village are responsible for their own affairs. Sun Weijie worked for farming and weaving, and he also learned to grow melons near Sangyin.
22. There is a rustle, rain and wind, and the colors are empty. The wind, flowers, water and moon are flowing, and the swallows are in the west and east. It's hard to endure the cold night, and it's even more miserable when the sun shines on the sky in the evening. The rain is falling, the rain is flying, and the autumn colors are at the right time of the sycamore trees. After thinking hard and dreaming, the style is gone, who is in charge of the style? In lonely time and space, it is difficult for the west wind to come from the East China Sea. Thoughts are not as good as drizzle, which moistens the feelings when meeting a beautiful person. Heavy, looking with tears, passing through Jihong.
23. Entering the world of mortals, just because of the temperament born of mist and rain, speaking of the world of mortals, just because of loving all the emptiness of mist and rain, sighing in the world of mortals, just because of seeing the desolation of mist and rain. The world of mortals, but cannot love it. The world of mortals is as misty as mist and rain. I look forward to the world of mortals, but cannot hope that the world of mortals is as cold as mist and rain. I hate the world of mortals, but cannot hate it. The world of mortals is chaotic as mist and rain. I hate the world of mortals, but cannot help it. The world of mortals is fluttering like mist and rain~~the world of mortals is mist and rain, A little bit of tears.
24. Where do people go in the eternal night? Absolute sound. The pavilion is covered, the eyebrows are furrowed, and the moon is about to sink. Can't bear to find each other? Resent the lonely quilt. My heart is yours, and I know and remember each other deeply.
25. The emblem is written by a masterful hand, with water-rimmed eyes and crimson lips.
It was when I took a peek at Song Yu in the past that I saw the east neighbor, only half of her body was exposed at the top of the wall. Things have gone sour, who will remember the beauty of the past? There is something hateful about Tao, it is ruthless, no matter how ruthless it is, it is also moving.
26. I believe that one day your hand will hold my hand.
27. When vulnerability becomes a wall, what can I do to resist it?
28. Love songs belong to concubines, but they are sung to you.
29. The day does not understand the darkness of night, just like a king does not understand the sorrow of his subjects and concubines.
30. Neurotic concubines often think that the king also likes his concubines.
31. The king thinks of his concubine. When he looks back, he sees the autumn shadow of the river and the first flight of wild geese.
32. How dare I fall down? There is no one behind me.
33. The three thousand feet of Peach Blossom Pond is not as good as Wang Lun’s love for sending off his ministers and concubines.
34. I hate it when others point fingers at me. Don’t you know that I am your concubine?
35. If you want to get close to Peng Zezai, you will be drunk in the chrysanthemum cup.
36. I don’t know when, I also became sad, you became my happiness, you became my concern.
37. No matter how gorgeous the banquet is, it will come to an end. No matter how sad the time is, it will eventually become calm.
38. The resentful girl decides who loves me, and Xinyi steps into the brocade tent. How much do you know about fate in life? If you ask the sky, it will be hazy.
39. There are so many lovesicknesses in so many things, and so many things are filled with lovesickness.
40. Butterflies are beautiful, but they cannot fly across the sea.
41. The heart is as clear as water, and the footsteps are walking silently along the shallow song of time. One person, one confidant, one fate; one pot, one string, drinking slowly, smiling and chasing the wind and the moon.
42. Peach blossoms pass by the flowing water beside the city, and the spring breeze outside the curtain is fragrant.
43. The rest of my life is shaken, but my destiny is clear.
44. The blue sky, sun and moon are above your head, and you can travel thousands of miles across the country.
45. When spring comes, the tea leaves are still white, and the plum blossoms are all red.
46. The boat was broken into pieces a thousand times, and half of it was tilted to the wind.
47. When Xiang Zhuang draws his sword and dances, his intention is always with Pei Gong.
48. When quality is better than literature, the country will be wild; when literature is better than quality, history will be achieved. Be polite, then be a gentleman.
49. I won this award, but I cannot accept this trophy. For me, it was too heavy. I paid for my health, my love, and the future of the person I loved most to hold it in my hands.
50. After a thousand years, if you and I meet in the Wangchuan River, I only hope that you will not drink the Mengpo soup or cross the Naihe Bridge.
51. Walking away without even saying goodbye.
52. After the rain, the sky is clear and the sun is shining, and I want to soar into the sky with a cry.
53. There is someone who has been looking for you, but the road is too dark and too far, so you have to wait. "Snow in the Nine Kingdoms at Night"
54. One day you will lie in the ward without remembering who I am until you die
55. May he use the engraved pages of the book to last forever. Forget; I will remember it in my heart and follow it forever.
56. I am so confused that I can’t see you clearly. Holding hands and staring in a daze, there are thousands of words to say, but there are no words to speak. With a shameful glance, I have already determined that you are the one who has been waiting for you.
57. Clear feelings grow lotus at every step. Come and listen to a piece of freedom when you are free, enjoy the tranquility of the passing years, look at the deep blue sky and the leisurely clouds, think about the vows made before the flowers and under the moon, and outline the gentle and refreshing music of the piano, guarding the golden years. When the flowers are blooming, can my attachment bloom like a hundred flowers again with the new spring?
58. Don’t be in love with the glitz of the world, don’t write about the chaos of the world, don’t lament the desolation of the world, don’t arouse feelings and sorrow, just watch the flowers bloom, wait for the flowers to fall, know the warmth and coldness, and be as clean as the beginning.
59. Life can be full of joy, and death without regrets.
60. It is better to take pity on the person in front of you if you don’t promise your love.
61. Emotional matters cannot be understood without experience.
62. Who can truly put love into poetry? Why are the beauty of reality and the beauty of fantasy so far apart!
63. When I think of it, I fall in love with it, and I just want to remember it with tenderness; with a rhyme of ink, a plain pen, and tracing, I just want to soften it with a touch of emotion.
64. Hold your son’s hand and stay with him, this is your promise.
65. What kind of lotus blooms in this paradise surrounded by fairy mist? The atmosphere is bold and unrestrained yet restrained, the world is calm in your heart, the clouds have dispersed, the flowers are passing by quietly and calmly, the plain clothes are lightly stroked to show the bright wrist, the heart is listening to Zen, the clear water and sky have been collected in your eyes, everything is The traces of style are revealed between the fingers.
66. Fragrant chrysanthemums bloom in the forest, and green pines crown the rocks. With this pure and beautiful appearance, Zhuo is the best under Shuang.
67. I saw his smile. I also saw him reaching out to me and patting the snowflakes off my shoulders. I saw us walking side by side. The snow was falling heavily, and under the red umbrella, I told stories that I had dreamed about one after another. I saw us and walked towards the front. walked towards each other. Come from the past. Walking towards the next life again.
68. Anyone who offends me will die.
Take advantage of their unpreparedness and kill them unawares, leaving no trace of armor behind.
69. Who is wandering by the street, who is waiting by the ancient road.
70. The rain falls in the prosperous place, the flowering period gradually disappears, the clouds and smoke pass by in an instant, the red color flies by, the faint fragrance seems to remain, the swing is floating in the sky, the thin water cuts a solitary figure, leans against the old tree, and the memory is lost In the night wind. When the wind blows and the rain rushes, I worry about things for no reason, and my sorrow sinks in the deep loneliness, dancing gracefully and alone, accompanied by shadows, and the voice of the Yaoqin is known to everyone. I hang my wrist lightly, dip a few points in ink, and slowly spread out the deep meaning. The fragrance of ink overflows, the deep meaning is hidden, and you only know it half-understood, but who knows it all?
71. The wind blows and the water wrinkles, and the waves are moist. The ripples were speechless, rippling, and gradually spreading. The flowers bloom quietly, shyly and slowly. A slight melancholy is accumulated with feelings, a little sorrow, a little confusion, a little hesitation, a little hesitation. The clear tears of the red candle are flowing down, the cold west wind on the sandbank is thinning away, and as the smoke waves are flowing, a pear tree is flying all over the sky like snow, and a curtain of mist and rain is like a thousand years of melancholy.
72. Several chapters, the story ends in a wind and smoke; the brocade strings carve out two lingering paragraphs. When you look back, you will only see your three lives flowing to the Qinhuai River.
73. If I spend my life writing about waiting, are you willing to follow me to the end of the world in reincarnation?
74. The end of this life is just a drunken moment. When I look back and my dreams are shattered, I realize that the glass is fragile.
75. The white figure, the night is as clear as water, lend me a moment of time to see you clearly. The flowers bloom behind you and turn into snow, but they never wither in the moonlight.
76. Time flies like this, and human life is like mustard. Prosperity changes, and people suffer. The war was in turmoil, and wives and children were scattered. The man was in panic all day long, fearing that he would face each other with a sword on the battlefield. Lao Yan flew south, turned around to say goodbye, and unconsciously shed two lines of tears. The beloved man's back gradually faded away, and he was speechless. The shouting of the sea of ??people all cut off the end of the old road.
77. Just remembering you makes me miss you.
78. I am willing to pour down the Yangtze River to dance with you. If I smile, I could pour down thousands of countries and cities.
79. Watch the spring flowers bloom and fall, the golden wind blows the summer moon away, and the winter snows are coming for another year. She compared it to a person who was thinner than a yellow flower.
80. Look at the sun and moon in the sky, they are silent and silent; the green mountains and long rivers stretch from generation to generation.
81. In this life, you are fighting in the sea of ??love under the raindrops, and the corners of your eyes are wet with tears and the veil is thin, but I look back and smile, swinging my sword to kill, dumping the worldly prosperity and dust, I just sigh, this life is broken. White hair.
82. The twenty-four strings are clear, sighing that time flies so fast. The heart is poisoned, and the love penetrates the marrow and bones. Days and evenings pass by and are forgotten for years. Love ends and love is hard to return.
83. The wild flowers are so intoxicating that the head is full of wild flowers, and the thatched cottage is full of joy and forgets poverty.
84. In order to wait for an uncertain future, I gave up all ambiguity. In the end, you let go of my hand and gave me a sharp cut on the wound.
85. Water cuts eyes and fog cuts clothes, and a beautiful song of spring shines at the feast.
86. The past is like a tomb, as shallow as plain material.