Worrying about the charm of Qingyuan is a distant sadness, such as Wei Yun's lonely moon, which can only be seen from a distance.
There are countless fireworks in the long street. You look back with the lights, the pavilions are short, the world of mortals is rolling, and I sigh again.
In a trance, time is stagnant and the years are quiet. Just like ten years ago.
In a trance, wandering. I think of the flood in Fengtian, the rainy season and the slightly cold early autumn.
Send a song to you, don't invite people to get together at the end of the song.
The river is lonely, the banks are dark green, and you are everywhere.
Still water, singing; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy.
Drink a glass, drink snow, and be at a loss for another year.
Is there anyone to help you collect the passing scenery?
Beauty, like flowers as soon as possible, is no match for water.
Lights and stars, sounds and songs are endless.
That love song is about romance, but it has nothing to do with you and me.
The fog cleared and I woke up. I finally saw the truth. This is the silence that Qian Fan spent.
Looking at the cherry blossoms all over the sky, sadness is flowing, but it can't hide the mottled time.
The long summer has passed. In early autumn, Shan Ye quietly set foot.
Once the world is completely silent, I don't know whether I am sad or hurt.
Who scattered the smoke, who scattered the vertical and horizontal ties.
As the years passed, Jia Rong was dyed red with blood. Who can rule for you?
Peach blossom is lonely, because it grows for those who are moved by love; Bloom for the injured.
Listen to the string and break three thousand infatuations. Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips.
Ancient short sentences of aesthetic sadness
First, the wind and cloud of 8,000 Li are startled, and the light is lit to see that the green frost is not hidden.
Second, I began to miss the bleak years that I once held in my hand and the brilliant rivers and lakes. And those who have loved and hated.
Third, the still water flows deeply and the songs are sung; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy.
Fourth, you never looked back at me, but I always smiled at you.
He is infatuated by nature, and there is no place for lovesickness in the world.
6. The DPRK resolved the green tide in Weiyuan Mountain.
Seven, the fate of dust has always been like water, it is rare to cry, why bother to do your best? Don't be sentimental, love to hurt yourself.
Eight, don't look back, why not forget. Since there is no chance, there is no need to call names. -Old sentences
Nine, elegance refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time.
Ten years, ten years of life and death are two boundless, incredible, unforgettable, thousands of miles away, nowhere to be sad.
Eleven, dust shattered in an instant, such as bamboo leaves first brewed.
Twelve, there are hundreds of beauties and thousands of reds in the world, but you are my favorite.
Thirteen, the window is full of beautiful things.
Fourteen, clinging to the old, imprisoning time and space, and suddenly reaching the end of time.
Fifteen, there are so many loneliness, how many people are suffering?
Sixteen, the sea of clouds is clear, the mountains and rivers are full of shadows, and the fragrant snow blows cold in Guangxi.
Seventeen, endure a thousand dollars to pay a smile? After all, lovesickness is better than meeting.
Eighteen, don't change your hair with flowers. Even this bright flame of love will only have ashes? .
Nineteen, the dialogue recorded wine, the plum fell into sorrow, and the ten-mile pavilion was full of water.
Twenty, Tianshan snow, Yuyu Qionglou, I don't regret this situation, and I am tireless in this life.
Twenty-one, Bodhi has no trees, and the mirror is not Taiwan. There was nothing. Where did the dust come from?
Twenty-two, if there is a day, it will be a thousand years. Such as green water, lingering. At the end of the mountain, the earth will last forever.
Twenty-three, spring goes to spring, beauty is old, flowers fall and people die.
Twenty-four, waving sleeves and playing the piano, the seven strings are exquisite, the reeds are in the boat, and the rain is hazy.
Ancient aesthetic short sentences
Autumn water is long, and the sun is like blood. Looking back on the past, sadness and joy, laughing unparalleled, whispering dreams, light pity on the pillow, picturesque and like a dream. Your grace crossed my eyes, turned into a curtain dream, sprinkled on the soft moonlight night, gently evoking countless concerns; In the past, all kinds of feelings were soft, but they still fell on the eyebrows, tender and lingering, and fragrant; Gentle and full of poetry, released with the night, but left shallow tears on the face.
Forget when you are drunk, why bother; Pity the quiet night, the shadows are bleak. We have known each other for thousands of years and love each other in this life; If you can't move, you will have a lot of worries, and tears will flow first. On a young night, string your warm words together and fold them into Tang and Song Dynasties, laying a good foundation for tonight's writing. A kind of love can only be sent in a dream, and I, like a butterfly in a dream, dance in the slender moonlight, waiting for the dawn.
Dust flies, people go to the empty building, and the flowers in the dream fall for who? Looking forward to it, how much infatuation. Knead yourself into reincarnation, remembering, in the dream of meeting; Parting, among the tearful flowers; Heartbroken, at the pale fingertips; Fade, in an eternal dream. In the nightingale's sad sigh, let the delicate tenderness suffocate and become speechless in the night's poems. Let a cavity be full of lovesickness, floating in the wind; Any warm drizzle kisses the coolness on the lips; The cold moonlight reflected in the eyes, fragrant.
Night white gauze cream, dreams are lingering for thousands of times. In the cold fog and smoke, the flowers fall and wither. Full of acacia, flying with sad love words. Meeting, parting, suddenly like a dream. Like wind, like frost, like a dream. A tear fell on the rock, leaving a scar. Perhaps, parting is just a long journey in this life, and the gentleness of Sansheng Shishan is my concern in this life, with no regrets.
In this life, I follow the ancient legend and sprinkle withered petals for you in the tunnel of time. 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, just forgotten in an eternal dream.
If I can, I can accompany you for a thousand years. I just want to care about you and smile. If you like, I am willing to accompany you forever, I just want to accompany you forever. Your face is like a lotus in my heart. The sunset sprinkles ink and whispers softly, and several fireworks fly all over the sky in an instant. Are you still sitting in a long pavilion, with sandy jade fingers, wrapped in the warmth of the breeze, drawing the horizon and starting from the Mekong River?
How many people have been hurt by love, how many people's hearts have been hurt, how many memories have been destroyed, how many feelings have been hurt, how many memories have been lost, and how many memories have been lost. Even if a moth puts out the fire, it still doesn't hesitate. They only look at love and hurt themselves, but they can't end their lives. They shed a lot of spoony tears, drank a glass of turbid wine and tasted how much ordinary love! If you are my lotus, let me keep a long-term affection for you in my life.
A rustling, human joys and sorrows. With a touch of vicissitudes, the sleeves are full of fragrance, and the secular feelings disappear without a trace. Dancing through your fingers, falling into a busy life, playing a romantic and sad song. A bright moon, carrying a wisp of breeze, passes through the Millennium dust. Lonely fingers slip through the sadness of the soul, and how much affection is left. How many smiles and tears are flying in the sky, suddenly looking back, a daze dream, dedicated to tenderness and poetry all my life, but I have already lost you in the melancholy review.
If life is just like the first time, you don't have to draw a fan in the autumn wind. It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change. Lishan language is clear at midnight, and the rain bell doesn't complain at night. More importantly, if you are lucky enough, you will be more willing than before. Love doesn't have to die, the fragrance is just right, and ruthlessness is not necessarily a refusal. I just want you to remember: love at first sight.
Looking back on past lives, this life has become attached, and the world of mortals is rolling, who can follow! The so-called Iraqis, water side, hard to rely on, tears flow thousands of times! Leaning against the window, the bright moon is in the sky, looking around, a person is sad! Love is hard to cut, lovesickness is hard to break, I think about it day and night, and I look forward to it every night! Magpie in the branches, with sadness, hopeless heart, tears spilled on the skirt! Time flies, how can it be wasted? Beauty is easy to get old, but how to flow? If you are interdependent, don't leave!
Don't laugh when the flowers bloom, and don't cry when the flowers fall. People come and go, just saying goodbye.
The wind is cool, the night is cool, and the moonlight is bleak;
Upset, upset, messy light and shadow.
In the year of still water, the pale voice sings. Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy. I, I would like to become a butterfly, Doby flower, to accompany you; Second, I want to change the wind, lingering rain curtain, and go hand in hand with you; I am willing to change my soul and wait for your return by the bridge. I am in love with you, and I am willing to be on the verge of reincarnation with you.
Beautiful scenery, tears, whoever lost his life, I will write down the exaggeration of your half-life.
Fate is like water, just for one word, the next meeting.
Ancient short sentences
1. The vast land is broken with a sword, where is the prosperity? Leaning against the clouds hides loneliness, even if others laugh at me.
The window is full of beautiful things, and the lost years are vivid in my mind.
Stay alone with your husband until all the flowers and waves are gone.
4. The pavilions are short and the world of mortals is rolling. I sigh Xiao again.
5. How many beauties are tired, how many lovesickness are broken, leaving only blood and tears.
6. The complicated experience carved deep wrinkles in the corner of my eyes. I turned and carved a flower.
7. Fenghua refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time.
8. You can still drink tea quietly and crush this scene, bustling fireworks.
9. Butterflies are beautiful, but they can't fly over the sea after all.
10. Send a song to Jun. Don't invite people to get together at the end of the song.
1 1. Jiangnan style, Tian Shui Bi Cheng, Tianjiao's wish is contrary to his body.
12. After a fleeting dream, I went back to Qushui to watch the fireworks bloom into a full moon.
13. I will pawn in my next life, and I will come to blood out with you in my next life.
14. Did anyone help you collect the passing scenery?
15. The rivers and lakes in the dream are full of flowers and people come and go.
16. Flowers covered by years are blank.
17. That love song is about romance, but it has nothing to do with you and me.
18. Those prosperous sorrows will eventually become the past. Please don't be disappointed. Ordinary is for the most beautiful.
19. In those years, there was prosperity, and a curtain call was refused, and an old flower blossomed.
In that prosperous era, we were hurt beyond recognition by loneliness.
2 1. Your journey will never see my old age again.
22. Your sunset, my face, whose one-third year.
23. Who are you, the pen-tip teenager who misses you so much, and turns into a song on the desolate road of the city?
24. You should remember that year in Na Yue, weeping willows were in the east of Los Angeles.
25. The breeze is wet and the tea smoke blows. Relive the old dream, the old friend has gone.
26. Fire-stained Maple Forest, song month, Qionghu, the first floor of Long song. Every year, before and after the flowers, a statue of mellow wine. Water falls red-violet, only jade Qing heard it, but the situation is still the same.
27. The past events covered up by years are fleeting and cast a touch of sadness in a hurry.
28. Let him know everything and smile at you.
29. Flowers as beautiful as flowers are no match for fleeting time.
30. There is no regret when it is rough.
3 1. Mountains and rivers meet and smile for you.
32. There are trees and branches on the mountain. I don't know whether I like you or not.
Miao Man, stuck between the tips of his tongue, wanted to dance for you and finally fell in love with this country.
34. At both ends of life, we stand on each other's shores.
35. It seems that this star was not last night. For whom did the wind and dew stand in the dark?
36. Is it the sorrow of fate or the pain of reincarnation?
37. Who owns whose beauty, who feels whose sadness, has a panoramic view.
38. Who scattered the smoke and scattered the vertical and horizontal ties; Listen to the string and break three thousand infatuations.
39. 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?
40. Walking in the sky with you, there are flowers everywhere.
4 1. He smiled and ruined himself in the years.
42. It's hard not to get old. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.
43. listen to the string and break three thousand infatuations. Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips.
44. I am still guarding you on the other side after I die.
45. I am young, and so am I.
46. The moon is covered with dark clouds and there is no trace of people, so I can't tell you how lonely I am.
47. When the fog cleared and I woke up, I finally saw the truth, and that was Qian Fan's silence.
48. There used to be a tall building that sang at night and had dancing sleeves on it.
49. A player enters a painting for life.
50. Love songs in the next life, leave the words for you to fill in, depending on who you are or the king above.
5 1. Whoever forgets the other party forgets first, and dumping the country is the old country. I refuse to play. Shadows are amazing.
52. The night is cold, the lights are dim, the ambiguity disappears, and the song is euphemistic.
53. Once a young woman dies in spring, it's hard to know whether the flower has fallen or the person has died.
Yuzhu once remembered a phoenix tour, where people disappeared and the water flowed in vain.
55. In whose era and in whose world.
56. Crying for Long song, for those promises that can't be fulfilled, for the deepest love in life, will end up as a cloud.
57. The strip is very long and there are many fireworks. You look back with the light.
58. Walking alone, there is no return, and first frost is full.
59. Who made the string break, the flowers fall on the shoulders, and the trance was blurred?
60. Finally, the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River covered the whole world. After the glory of China, it was just a scene, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.