1. Beautiful ancient sentences, preferably original ones
1 Dark clouds cover the moon, and there are no traces of people. It is indescribable to be so lonely.
2 The lights are shining, the voices are dim, and the songs are endless.
3 How do you know that red threads go across thousands of paths and end up in different places
Walking in the snow to look for plum blossoms before resting and looking back to the end of the sky
4 It seems that these stars are not last night, for Who stands in the middle of the night?
5 Once the spring goes, the beauty will grow old, and the flowers will fall and people will die.
6 I miss you so much, there is no place in the world to arrange it.
7 I know that my love will always be there, and I look forward to the sound of the river at the head of the river.
8 Overlapping tear stains and brocade characters, the only thing in life is love that is hard to die.
9 Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, unforgettable, lonely tomb thousands of miles away, no place to talk about desolation.
10 Year after year, one day after another, one autumn after another, one generation gathers and one parting, one happy and one sad, one couch and one bed, one lifetime and one dream. Find a group of acquaintances, let them know each other for a while, play for a while and sing for a while
11 The seven sufferings of Buddhism: birth, old age, illness, death, not getting what you want, separation from love, reunion of resentment and hatred .
12 Juechen Road, the bustling dance banquet of the past is gone, the emotions and sorrows are wiped out, and the appearance is haggard.
13 Amethyst has disappeared for a hundred years, and Xihe once appeared in the drunken shadow of the Phoenix
14 The red leaves of xuanhua are almost lonely, no one picks them, and the fluff is stained by the wild flower stamens hidden in the wind
15 The clouds wipe the pine trees, and the morning bell makes the heart peaceful. If the heart can be calm, it will be clear of the smoke of the world. .
16 The setting sun sings the rosy clouds, the wind blows the maple leaves into chaos, and the colorless sky is revealed through the mist.
--------Hope to adopt 2. Seek original ancient poems
Hidden
Confused
Feeling a little cold
Looking from thousands of miles away
A young man in childhood
Leaves falling all over the sky
Knocking on the window on a rainy night and wearing wind-sleeved clothes
I still don’t see my old friend and I want to return home
Where is my beloved so far away
Tens of thousands of bright lights are shining brightly
The old city wall is mottled by the passage of time
Looking out at the stars in the night sky from the building
Frogs singing, birds making noise in the frost
Still remembering the lakes and ponds in the south of the Yangtze River
The fragrance of lotus in the water
Refreshing breeze
No waves
Leaning against the window
Sad
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Unforgettable
Love is still young
Three thousand sorrows
Raising a glass and leaning on the corridor
Sighing on the desolation of the cold night
Recalling the fragrance of tea once promised to ***
Dreaming with the floating lantern in clear tears
No madness can be seen when the flowers are burned out
The sword is like a phantom, who is the son of a stranger?
Walking through the misty rain alley in silence
The pear blossoms are slightly cool and wearing red makeup
Letting go of the past with a wry smile
The pipa and the flute are melodious
But it is difficult to express the sorrow
Gently shake the fusang
Stop thinking
Confused
Burial
Text/Lanting Mo Mengyue
Panic
Dusk
Night frost
Raise a glass to the river
The sorrow of separation reflects the moonlight
The banana rain is heartbreaking
I once watched the epiphyllum in full bloom
New tea Turning up several rounds of fragrance
The ink bamboo dance veranda
In his good years, a curtain of fragrance was lifted
The music of the piano is desolate and the gentle countryside is missing
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It is difficult to embroider Litang with gold silk brocade
Draw her like a fan through the window
Childhood sweetheart time
Let’s exchange regrets
Where to go in troubled times
Next to the ancient temple
Weiyang
Release
Text/Lanting Su Burial
Quiet
Ancient building
Feng Yaohou
Purple Emperor's piano music
Let's test the softness of the world
Eight Hundred Nights Dreaming of Peking Bandits
Drunk and Roaming in the Gentle Countryside
No woman can be seen in Chang'an with her bald head
Did the poet of the prosperous age break the fireworks
1 The blue and white pen once recorded the sorrow in the south of the Yangtze River
That year, the plum rain on both sides of the Taiwan Strait filled the boats
May I ask when the sake will be available
I hope you will not have worries in this life
< p> Morning cardamom every yearMantra of lovesickness
Unrevealing surprises
Forgetting Chuanxi
Fragrant fragrance
Thin
Text/Lanting Anbeiliang
Night
Weiyang
Beside the clear pond
Who wears red makeup
The beautiful woman dances in colorful clothes
The night breeze in the high-rise palace is cool
The lonely night is long beside the emperor's pillow
The new family members laugh and talk about the past People are leaving for mourning
I have no intention of messing with the world of mortals
The beauty in the sky is so majestic
The bright moon and stars clear the world and cover up the desolate land
< p> The palace lantern is dimly lit, the snow reflects the pepper roomThe red plum hairpin is dyed fragrantly in the hair
The white clothes raise the horns and hide the bow
Who is Xu Anbang
< p> Misfortune arises from Xiao QiangWithout thinking
Luan Gang
Death
Text/Lanting Chu Lingmo 3. Looking for original ancient palace style sentences
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 fall into reincarnation just because of your smile.
I send you a song, no matter where you are at the end of the song. Who burns the smoke away and scatters 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 falls on someone’s fingertips, it’s pity. There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches. My heart is happy for you, but you don’t know it.
Whoever forgets each other will forget first. The overthrown country is the homeland. Ling Ling refused to play, and her shadow was startling.
In the past, there were high-rise buildings where people could sing in the morning and sing in the evening, and there were dancing sleeves that would captivate the city and the country. 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. The still water flows deep, and the Sheng plays songs; the clouds and sunshine in the three lives are full of joys and sorrows.
The lights are shining, the voices are dim, and the songs are endless. Like beautiful flowers, time flies like a fleeting time. We can go back to the past, but we cannot go back to the beginning.
Dark clouds cover the moon, and there are no traces of people. It is indescribable to be so lonely. This time I left you, it was wind, rain, and night; you smiled, I waved my hand, and a lonely road spread to both ends.
As time goes by, love never ends. The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it.
It seems that these stars are not last night, for whom the wind and dew set the midnight sun. Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking or forgetting, thousands of miles away in a solitary grave, with no place to express desolation.
Butterflies are beautiful, but after all, butterflies cannot fly across the sea. Finally, the mist and rain from the south of the Yangtze River covered the world. After letting Hua give up, it was only a moment, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.
Fenghua is a finger of quicksand, and old age is a period of time. Mountains and rivers are handed over, I smile for you, sigh for a while, laugh at the joys and sorrows of my life, my fate is up to me.
Through the passing years, I dream back to watching the fireworks blooming by the Qushui River and the full moon. The fog cleared, I woke up from the dream, and I finally saw the reality, which was the silence after thousands of sails had passed.
At both ends of life, we stand on the shore of each other. 4. Looking for original ancient poems
Hidden confusion, my heart feels cold, I look at my childhood from thousands of miles away. The leaves are falling all over the sky, and I knock on the window in the rainy night, and my clothes are still in the wind. I still don’t see my old friend, and I want to return home. I’m so far away, where is my beloved, and thousands of bright lights are shining. Ten thousand feet of light, the passage of time, mottled old city walls, leaning on the building, looking at the night sky, the stars, the frogs, the singing birds, the noise, the frost, still recalling the fragrance of lotus in the lakes and ponds in the south of the Yangtze River, the refreshing breeze, no waves, leaning against the window, the article / including the painting of the bones, the sorrow, the unforgettable feelings, the three thousand sorrowful hearts, and the toast Leaning on the corridor and sighing at the desolation of the cold night, I recalled my promise to you, sipping the fragrance of tea and falling into tears, dreaming of floating lanterns. The flowers burned out and the room was gone. The crazy swords were like illusions. Whose son was silent and safe. The pear blossoms were slightly cold in the misty rain alley. Red makeup, bitter smile, let go of the past, pipa and flute, melodious, but it is difficult to express the sorrow of separation, gently shaking the fusang, thinking, lost, and buried. / Orchid Pavilion, Mo Mengyue panics, dusk, frost, night, toast, poem to the river, sorrow reflected in the moonlight, bananas, night rain, heartbroken, once***appreciation The epiphyllum blooms, the new tea turns over several rounds, the fragrant ink bamboo dances hundreds of steps on the verandah. In his good years, he raises a curtain of fragrant music. The melancholy music is missing. The gentle country, gold silk brocade, difficult embroidery, Litang painting, fanning through the window, she looks like a childhood sweetheart. Time and time change. Where to go next to the ancient temple in the troubled times of Li Shang Weiyang published an article/Lanting Su is buried in the ancient building Feng Yao Hou Zi Huang plays the piano and tries the softness of the world Eight hundred nights of dreams Ping Kou Wen Wen drunk in the countryside Traveling in Chang'an Missing the woman's bald head trampling the fireworks to pieces Is this a poet in the prosperous age? The blue and white pen once remembered the sorrow in the south of the Yangtze River. The plum rain on both sides of the strait flooded the boats. I asked when the sake will be available. I wish you will not worry in this life. Year after year, the love of cardamom penetrates into the bones. The curse is startled and does not reveal the fragrance of Sichuan. Beside the clear pool, who is dressed in red makeup and dancing in colorful clothes? The night breeze in the high-rise palace is cool, the emperor is pillowing alone in the night, and the new family is smiling and talking about the old people leaving. I have no intention of causing trouble in the world of mortals. The temples are floating, and the beauty is robbed. The majesty of the sky, the bright moon, and the bright stars. The world is covered by the dim light of the palace. The bright snow reflects in the pepper room, the red plum hairpin hair is dyed fragrant, the white clothes are raised and the bow is hidden. Who is it? 5. I want good ancient poems, any of my own creations are fine, I don’t mind
You said later
You said begonias outside the curtain, mandarin ducks on the brocade screen; later the spring in the courtyard deepened , close to the painting hall.
You said that the sound of the flute was like complaining, and it took a lot of thinking; later, the tea smoke was still green, and there were countless people.
You said that the lovely person is like jade, and you and your son were together; later, when we looked out from the pavilion, the night was slightly cool.
You said that when the clouds stain the sky, who can enjoy the flowers blooming on the road? Later, the willows are dark in the smoke, and the water in the center of the lake moves like no other.
You said that the lights on the other side are where your heart is; later, the fishing boats sang at night, and the mist and rain were wandering.
You said that the water was still and the lotus scented, and the wind was gentle and smooth; then the clouds covered the thin moon, and the dew was as clear as frost.
You talk about chess in the dark window, and then talk about your heart; later, the wind blows through the lonely pine, and the fog covers the hills.
You say that the red sleeves are feigning anger, and the autumn waves are flowing and thinking about Zhang Chang; later, the black eyebrows are long and narrow, and the spring scenery is drifting away from Ruan Lang.
You said that the dark fragrance floats, and the light shines for a moment; later, the jade dies and the beauty falls into pieces, leaving sparse shadows across the window.
You said that in good times and beautiful scenery, you can go there alone; later on, the red dust is purple and the snow is falling.
You said that all the poems were written in the Gaotang Dynasty, and Sansheng was on the stone. Later, the king lived in Ziyou, and his concubine lived in Heyang.
You said that the beauty in the jade tower flies over the moon and flows with the wine glass to welcome guests; later, the layman in the valley lies in the Zen room with his pillow on his piano and listens to the rain.
You talk about high mountains and flowing water, and visitors answer the spring river; later, when you travel to Zhangtai, you will ride on a horse and weep poplar trees.
You said that it was a prosperous time, with lanterns shining brightly; then the tea came and the walls were covered with moss.
You said that the sky and the earth were dark and yellow, and the wind and moon were beautiful; then the moon set over the river, and the clouds were pale and the sky was long.
You said that when Lan Zhou was young, he remembered Jiao Niang under the moonlight in the west building; later, he forgot about the rivers and lakes, only the shadow of the end of the world walking in autumn.
You said that Jian Jia is green and has light eyebrow makeup. Later, wild geese flew in the sky, and Konoha painted the hall.
You say that the long steps are elegant and graceful, and they lean against the secluded bamboo. Later, I crossed the river in a lonely boat in the cold, misty rain and slightly cool weather.
You talk about the pipa and the harp, which is a dream of Gaotang. Later, the table was empty and the tea was cold, and the remaining dreams were hidden deeply.
You said you would be kind to me, but Bashan’s night rain should be cut off. Later, the heavy door was locked, and I leaned against the lotus and looked at the mandarin ducks with tears in my eyes.
You said that when the moon goes up to the south tower, the shadows of flowers are reflected on the high wall. Later, Jingchu was Xiao Xiao, and the white dew was blue frost.
You said that reading at night makes your red sleeves more fragrant. Later, the flowers bloomed on the other side, and I was wandering in vain.
You said that when wine is cooked in a cold house, snow falls and plum blossoms fall. Later, you were in Canghai and I was in Xiaoxiang.
You said that the beautiful woman is so graceful and graceful that it takes a lot of thought to think about it.
Later, an inch of lovesickness turned into a thousand years of autumn water.
You said that when the sun sets slowly, you can return to your hometown. Later, the West Wind Post Road was tied to Ma Baiyang.
You said the tassels are lingering and the sparse shadows are dim. Later, the peach blossoms remained the same, and the water passed away.
You said that you will grow old together with your son and hide in the wilderness. Later, the clouds grew old and the strangers passed through vicissitudes of life.
You say that the lotuses are blooming side by side, whispering and appreciating them hand in hand. Later, I frowned and looked at the shadow, the cold jade bed with sycamore trees in the autumn courtyard.
You said that there is a faint fragrance floating under the chrysanthemums on the east fence. Later, I drank alone in the bamboo house, and my green clothes were wet with tears.
You said that the sweet-osmanthus flowers have fallen, and the trusty horse is free from the reins. Later, the wind stayed and the flowers disappeared, and the eyebrows were hurt.
You said that wine is placed in the wind, and merchants from the Qing Dynasty are conquered. Later, the paths are covered with moss and the rain beats the begonias.
You said that the scattered soft red will not pay the debt of remembering Qing for three lives. Later, we parted ways at the end of the world, and the thin shadows of sparse branches spread across the pond.
You said that listening to the stream in the valley, looking for fragrance and clearing the hills; later, only a few flowers fell, and the water dried up in Xiaoxiang.
You said that the long river was frosty and cold, and the jianjia was green; where was the beautiful woman afterwards? Sitting alone in Weiyang.
You said that the moon shines on the cold river, and the jade pillars and beams are beautiful; later, the cold mirror has broken hooks, and the couch is cold at midnight.
You talk about your hometown in dreams, and the mandarin ducks swim in the peach blossom water; later, when the snow falls on thousands of mountains, Lao Yi rushes about by himself several times. (Wu Ting)
I personally like this. I wonder if I am satisfied with it? The poems by Tsangyang Gyatso are also very good. 6. What original love poems are there in the ancient style?
There are no original love poems in the ancient style, but there are many love poems written by ancient authors.
1. "Linjiang Immortal: After the Dream, the Tower is Highly Locked" by Yan Jidao, Song Dynasty. After the Dream, the Tower is Highly Locked, and the Curtain is Drooped after Drunk. Last year, spring regret came.
The fallen flower man is independent, and the little swift bird flies together. I remember when Xiao Ping first met her, Luo Yi had a double heart.
The pipa strings speak of lovesickness. The bright moon was there at that time, and it once illuminated the colorful clouds.
2. The author of "Far Altair" is unknown. Far Far Altair is a Chinese woman on the Jiaojiao River. The slender hands are used to make tricks.
The whole day is unfinished, and the tears are as cold as the rain; the river is clear and shallow, but how far away it is! There is a room full of water, and the pulse is speechless. 3. "Bamboo Branch Poems" by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty The willows are green and the Qingjiang River is level, and I hear the singing on the Langjiang River.
The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. There is no sunshine but there is sunshine. 4. "Song of Love" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty. The sun is full of lust, the flowers are full of smoke, and the moon is as bright as a day without sleep.
Zhao Sechu stopped the phoenix pillar, and the Shuqin was about to play the mandarin duck strings. This song is intended to be passed down by no one, and I would like to send it to Yan Ran with the spring breeze. Recalling that you are so far away from me across the blue sky, my eyes used to be full of waves, but now they are like a fountain of tears.
If you don’t believe that I have a broken heart, come back and look in front of a bright mirror. 5. "Happy Meeting" by Li Yu of the Southern Tang Dynasty. Silently, he went up to the west building alone, the moon was like a hook.
The lonely Wutong deep courtyard locks Qingqiu. Continuous cutting and confusion remain, which is the sorrow of separation.
Don’t have the ordinary feeling in your heart. 7. Original ancient poems, the more the better
Sleepless at night, my heart is in confusion.
Count the past events in detail,
They are all gone.
Destinations come together and fate disperses,
It is ultimately illusory.
The sky is twilight, it is difficult to sleep again,
Sit and wait for the dawn to shine through the curtains.
It is unknown today,
Whether the sun will still rise.
Forget last night,
How many love affairs are in embarrassment.
Feeling cool and speechless.
Listen quietly to the birds outside the curtain,
calling each other.
Asking about love, hatred and enmity in the world,
Can it be compared to this place?
Where can I sigh when resentment arises?
Thinking of the prosperous city thousands of miles away,
Is there any feeling of affection?
Since it is a place where love and hate are entangled,
Why should the rain gurgling? 8. Complete Collection of Ancient Style Poems
1. When all the floating flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you. 2. The long street is long and the fireworks are numerous. You pick up the lamp and look back. The short pavilion is short and the world is rolling. I will leave Xiao. Sigh again 3. After passing through the years, I dream back to the Qushui River to watch the fireworks and the full moon. 4. The water depth of humanity is not even half as deep as lovesickness. There is still an end to the sea water, and there is no limit to the longing for love. 5. Only if you don’t miss lovesickness in your life will you miss lovesickness, which will harm lovesickness. 6. The world is always like water, and tears are rarely needed. How can we end our life's love? Don't be sentimental, love will hurt yourself. 7. The white lotus blooms, its pure face shines on the crescent moon, and the three thousand weak waters make it prosperous. 8. Fenghua is like quicksand, and old age is like a period of time. 9. The lights are shining, the voices are dim, and the songs are endless, beacons of war in troubled times. 10. An inch of lovesickness, an inch of ashes, who takes the fleeting time and messes up the life. 11. Weiyang, I have endless thoughts and endless thoughts, leaving nothing but music in the world of mortals. If my heart has no boundaries and my heart has no shore, I would like to be low in the dust and follow you all my life. But what do you want? 12. Time flies to my hometown, bringing back the sighs of many beauties. 13. The nineteen-year-old hates the harmony of the harp and harp in this life. Who can harmonize with him after his years have passed? This hatred is caused by the lack of self-interest. 14. If it weren't for the peach blossoms blooming against the dusk, how would we know that the pear blossoms are white and the snow is clear. 15. Let the spring breeze mess up your mind, and the green grass outside the willow will laugh out loud.