The world is bustling for profit, and the world is bustling for profit. What old sayings are so beautiful? The following is the ancient beauty training recommended by Xiaobian for everyone, hoping to help everyone.
Motto of ancient aesthetics
First, the heart is micro-moving, but it is far away, things are not right, people are not right, things are not right, and the past cannot be chased.
Second, the dream is far away and the moon shadow is colder. It's colder than the moon, and the pillow is foggy. In the depths of loneliness, I am as tender as water. That year, I leaned gently in your soft warmth, listening to the whispers of the mountains and admiring the moon. On that day, I held your warm hand tightly, singing the peace of the wind and the joy of dreams. That night, I silently looked at your eyes as clear as autumn water, feeling the beauty and fragrance of love. But it's hard to sleep tonight, and it's hard to do old dreams without new dreams.
Third, from love to worry, from love to fear, if you leave your lover, you will not worry or be afraid.
Fourth, I made an oath that I will never be reincarnated, and I will spend my whole life just for your gentleness.
5. Candlelight laughs at the changes of the world, turns into a light and water, and annihilates the sad sound of heartbroken. Who hates the sky, God makes people far away.
Six, strip, countless fireworks, you look back with a lamp,
7. In the autumn of Gander's second year, Zhao Hui, the queen of the Southern Tang Dynasty, died of illness. Li Yu, the queen of the Southern Tang Dynasty, was heartbroken and raised his staff to think of people. He often sits in the upper house and cries, reciting poems and holding it, and his words are poor and sad, crying his eyes out.
Eight, people have no good and evil, and good and evil exist in their hearts.
9. If I am white-haired and my face is late, will you still hold my hand and be gentle? When we met, I didn't reply, sighing that the years were like water. Flowers bloom on both sides and live in the illusion of Buddha. I want to travel around the world, but I have no landing; Look at all kinds of red and purple, turning into dust.
Ten, spring goes to spring, beauty is old, flowers fall and people die.
I hold my hair high for you, and you take me riding around the world.
Twelve, a plain dress is far away, forgetting books. The strings are intermittent, the old songs are dead, and the peach face is pale. As the years go by, Xiaolou is now full of money and will set foot on the landscape to return home.
Thirteen, life will not be acacia, only acacia, and then acacia.
14. Fate came and went, but it was just a dream, and it woke up without a trace.
Fifteen, drinking alone, a can of drunken dreams is no match for lingering thoughts. Loneliness and self-appreciation, sadness everywhere, the night is still young, dark melancholy. In the past, it was Yuen Long Garden, and the words were silent, so I couldn't throw them away. Peach blossoms in full bloom are scars.
Sixteen, I exchange the love of the third world for the encounter of your life. By the Sansheng Stone Bank, flowers bloom on the other bank, the fire shines long and lonely, and my thoughts float in Leng Yue. Just like encountering a rain, it is inextricably linked. How deep is the rain and the courtyard? When the red flies over the swing, only the faint fragrance surges in my heart.
Eighteen, the troubles and injuries left to people. Whispering, thinking deeply. Fade away, sing empty sorrow. Continue to prosper, and where.
Nineteen, the sky is not old, it is difficult to get rid of it. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.
Twenty, the piano turns, the night leaves the soul, the flowers fall on the ground, reminisce, and wear a thin shirt.
Twenty-one, this life, I follow the ancient legend, in the tunnel of time, floating withered petals for you. In the brief lingering of this life, string the most beautiful memories into melodious melodies, just to commemorate the most beautiful meeting when flowers bloom. And I'm just a forgotten dream.
I always hide in the depths of dreams and seasons, listening to flowers and singing nightmares at night, singing prosperity and singing away all my memories.
Twenty-three, a plain dress is far away, forgetting books. The strings are intermittent, the old songs are dead, and the peach face is pale. As the years go by, the small building is full of money today, and it will set foot on the landscape and return to the landscape.
Aesthetically ancient aphorisms
1, always born in a casual year. Look back at the other side. Even if it is found that the situation is longer.
2, finally covered the world for the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. After Hua Rong thanked him, it was just a scene, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.
This paper is a little old and fuzzy. But every sketch, every trace, seems to record the yearning that spans thousands of years.
4. Just because I feel that you are looking back, it reminds me of your dynasty and dusk.
5, this time I leave you, it is wind, rain, night; You smiled, I waved, and a lonely road spread to both ends.
6, the edge of the edge is like water, with a lot of dust, just for a word, waiting for the next encounter.
7. A kind of forbearance is actually a kind of strength, and a kind of silence is actually a shocking confession.
8, one year old, one day without a day, one autumn after another, one generation urges the next generation to get together and leave, one is happy and one is sad, one is lying on the couch, and the other is looking for a group of acquaintances in life. He will know each other for a while and play and sing for a while.
9. Maybe it's a marriage in a previous life, or maybe it's a fate in the next life. Seeing each other in this life only adds to the fruitless resentment.
10, the heart is moving, but it is far away, things are not right, people are not right, things are not right, and the past cannot be traced.
1 1, whoever forgets the other party first is the old country. I refuse to play. Shadows are amazing.
12, the fog cleared, I woke up, and I finally saw the truth, which was Qian Fan's silence.
13, listen to the string break, break 3 thousand infatuation. Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips.
14, 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.
15, walk with you in the sky and see flowers everywhere.
16, ten years of life and death are two boundless, I don't think about it, I am unforgettable, I am a lonely grave, and I have nowhere to tell.
17, let him know everything and smile at you.
18, people and the sky are empty, why forget each other, why laugh and be surprised.
19. Looking at the sun and the moon that day, there was silence. Green mountains and green waters, stretching from generation to generation; Just like in my heart, you never left, never changed.
20, raise a glass and get drunk, drink snow and be at a loss for another year.
Classic old adage
1. I was going to say the date of return before I respected you, but I didn't say anything about spring.
2. Guan Yu is in Hezhou. Ladies make gentlemen.
Life has its own infatuation, and this hatred has nothing to do with romance.
4. After the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scene. Customs are strange, who to talk to.
I just hope your heart is the same as mine, and don't miss it.
6. The fallen petal is independent, and the swift is Qi Fei.
7. Lights and stars, sounds and songs are endless. Dark clouds cover the moon, people can't see anywhere, and they can't tell how lonely they are.
8. All kinds of stories are heartbreaking; When Xiao Shui goes, the moon is like frost.
9. Change your life with my three fireworks.
10. I am young, and I am young.
1 1. Long strip with countless fireworks. You look back with the light.
12. The pavilion is short and the world of mortals is rolling. I sigh Xiao again.
13. Who finally broke the string, the flower fell on his shoulder, and he was in a trance.
14. How many beauties are listless, how many pieces of acacia are broken, and only blood and tears are left.
15. where is the prosperity of the vast land? Leaning against the clouds hides loneliness, even if others laugh at me.
16. Let him know everything and smile for you.
17. Send a song to Jun. Don't invite people to get together at the end of the song.
18. Who scattered the smoke and scattered the vertical and horizontal?
19. listen to the string and break 3 thousand infatuation. Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips.
20. There are trees and branches on the mountain. I don't know whether I like you or not.
2 1. Whoever forgets the other party forgets first, and dumping the country is the old country. I refuse to play. Shadows are amazing.
22. There used to be tall buildings that sang at night and had dancing sleeves on them.
23. Stay with you until all the flowers and waves are gone.
24. Once a young woman dies in spring, it is difficult to know whether the flowers have fallen or died.
25. Your sunset, my face, whose one-third year.
26. Who are you, the pen-tip teenager who misses you so much, and turns into a song on the desolate road of the city?
27. Who has a scarlet tear mole in the corner of his eye and completed your prosperous life, and who has been given a rock-breaking empty joy by you?
28. Love songs in the next life, leave the words for you to fill in, depending on who you are or the king above.
29. The dazzling display in the window is the life of the years.
That love song is about romantic love, but it has nothing to do with you and me.