A collection of ancient aesthetic and emotional sentences
Ancient poetry is a poetry genre. Judging from the number of words in poems, there are so-called four-character poems, five-character poems and seven-character poems. Four words are one sentence with four characters, five words are one sentence with five words, and seven words are one sentence with seven words. After the Tang Dynasty, it was called modern poetry, so it was usually divided into two categories: five-character and seven-character poetry. Five-character ancient poems are referred to as Wugu; seven-character ancient poems are referred to as Qigu, and those using both three, five, and seven characters are generally considered Qigu. Below is a collection of ancient and beautiful emotional sentences, please refer to them!
A collection of ancient aesthetic and emotional sentences
Aesthetic sentences: The golden palace of the Jade Palace, the colorful clothes, and the silk and bamboo Qingping prefers to break the willow. Holding the wat to deal with it, and serving the yellow silk, who can count the prosperity? Long scrolls are lined up, small boats are made, and the history is just passing by. How can we summarize the luxurious and prosperous time? The words are exhausted, but the ink is not enough. Three thousand talismans are still too crude.
Beautiful Sentences Looking back a hundred years, there is no end to the story, and there is sadness and separation; there is no end to the complaint, and I am alone. Looking at the flowing water of the past, thousands of lovesickness are scattered in the wind, and let me pick up the flowers and smile, drifting away, step by step... That's it, that's it, look down on life, don't waste the old time, take my soul and shadow on the road, and use walking To learn to forget. Drunk and drunk for half a lifetime, I have shed tears in the sea, and forget to look back at this life.
Beautiful sentences However, I know that the ambiguity of light and shadow is just a lie told by loneliness. It's about indulgence and entanglement, but it has nothing to do with love or romance. Just like two meteors colliding inadvertently, they emit a dazzling light at the moment of collision, and then return to their own trajectories. In this way, even self-deception has become a secret kept secret in the silent winter.
Beautiful Sentences Who is whispering lightly among the flowers, telling melancholy? And who is printing the fragrance of books on the flying petals? Looking back at the past, flying flowers are like rain, mottled memories, and the sound of tears in my dreams gradually becomes quieter. Time is gradually getting old in the wasted years, but I still stay in my dream, sad and sleeping alone. The beautiful blooms of this season are just waiting for you to pass by, and my piety is just passing by.
Beautiful Sentences In this passing season, who is chanting for thousands of years under the moonlight? Who is reincarnating your sentimentality? The delicate soul floats alone in the cold moonlight, but it is reluctant to forget. Flowers fall in a season, and in the deep autumn night, we are destined to pass by each other in the reincarnation of flowers blooming and falling, and then be forgotten, so that we are strangers to each other, and we are separated in the world. The waning moon reflected the coldness in the room and messed up my endless vicissitudes of life.
Beautiful sentences are borrowed from a pool of clear water, containing a pond of lotus leaves; carrying a wisp of clear breeze, caressing a patch of eyebrows; the ink on a piece of paper is gleaming, and the inscription on a poem has a quiet rhyme; enjoy a cup The clear tea is faint, thinking about a period of dust and smoke curling up. Wandering in the worldly streets, singing the low notes deep in the soul, no matter how flashy it is, it is just a flower blooming and fading.
Beautiful Sentences Mountains and water accompany each other, clouds and rain fall in love. Some encounters are destined not to last forever. In the silhouette of time, some people and some things bring warmth to my heart from time to time. I am used to looking back at those unexpected glances and the warmth of knowing and cherishing each other. Even if they become the scenery on the other side, I have no regrets that this attachment once shined brightly in my life.
Beautiful sentences Time flies by. The old things in this city will be missed forever. On an autumn night, the moon is as cold as frost. Recite a piece of pure poetry, drink a glass of old wine, invite the wind, and drink lightly. The joy that lingered in the fleeting years has quietly gone away without saying goodbye. My heart is still where it is, withered. Waiting for you, just because you owe me a mark from my previous life. Falling flowers along the way, gently walking through the coolness of autumn.
Beautiful Sentences It’s just that year after year, the pear blossoms have faded in spring, and catkins are flying all over the city. I wonder if the melancholy place leaning against the east fence can have another Qingming Festival. With a sigh, the tong trees fell all over the ground in shock. The panic and thoughts everywhere still disturbed the flowing sound of your piano. You held on to a trembling wrong note, and then played the mountain and flowing water in a dazzling way.
Beautiful Sentences I think, if Bo Liang has a color, it must be the azure color in Chinese paintings. The cool tone is the green color of the green cloth shirts worn by men in the old days. Under the flames of war, they have experienced After being displaced and experiencing separation from relatives and friends, the blue shirt has been dyed with a layer of sadness and a thin layer of cool color.
Beautiful Sentences Time will never stop because of any one of us, because no one is someone else’s good time and beauty, and no one is someone else’s end. The days are still going on, and the mileage of life will never end. After reincarnation again and again, we will find that Father Time is still looking at us with his young eyes, with concern, relief, and even a little worry in his eyes.
Beautiful Sentences I want to knock some wind flowers and pick up some snow moons, but I find that what I knock out are still bits and pieces of a peaceful life. Maybe words are just a momentary thought, just an outlet. In the blink of an eye, the golden years pass by in a hurry, and the youth is blooming in an instant. If there is flavor in the world, it will be joyful; if there is no flavor, it will be dull. Since you don’t want too much halo, then hide yourself, pick up your luggage, carry the worldly world, your beautiful years, and move forward proudly.
Beautiful sentences Fill the wine glass full of sadness and drink up the pain of longing. Time has given us a changing shape, but what cannot be changed is the waning moon that is difficult to round.
In the blink of an eye, the dim lights of candles appear in front of the window: who is looking through the wounds in the calendar, who is thinking about the long relief of the heart, and who is still whispering affectionately about the leisurely "rolling bead curtain" Injury... wave after wave of melancholy, permeating the vast atmosphere with nowhere to die...
Beautiful sentences There are many things that I can get if I don't want them. Many people can be kept if I don't keep them. You are like the sunshine between your fingers, warm and beautiful, but you can never catch it. I walked in the desert of love and lost my way; I could only forget the scenery along the way. No more struggling, no more entanglement. Time is like water, always speechless.
The beautiful sentences point to the world of mortals. The reincarnation of this life has become a sorrow. The smoke and dust on the body are gently flicked away. Who has poured out my thoughts from the end of the world. Those prosperity and sadness have become the past, leaving me alone to search for them. Gently look for traces of the past. A west wind blows and disturbs my thoughts. In this life, who allows me to live in half a city of smoke and sand; a tree blooms and hurts my eyes. In this life, who protects me from withering. No one understands the language of flowers, and no one can be entangled with flowers.
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Aesthetic sentences In a leisurely place in the rain, I I also passed through sleepless nights. It’s just that a weak heart cannot understand the joys and sorrows outside the screen. Even though I am not willing to rewrite it, I have chosen my own path. I should have no regrets about my original intention, and I should be worthy of the future - late autumn is not too late for no reason, the rain is half sparse for no reason, it is so deep, I feel the ripples step by step, everything Brilliant and light.
Beautiful sentences: A relationship dries up with the years, and a curtain of thoughts fades away with the falling flowers. Who understands the flower language? Who pays tribute to the falling flowers? Reminiscing about the past, turning around and looking back, you and I were stained by the world of mortals. Nowadays, without separation, you and I have ended our lifelong love affair and become involved in the sky. As time goes by, so many memories will eventually turn into ashes;
Beautiful Sentences If life were just like the first time we met, why would the autumn wind draw a fan sadly? It is easy to change people's hearts, but they say that people's hearts are easy to change. The words of Lishan are gone till midnight, and the rain and bells at night end without complaint. How lucky is the brocade clothes, the wings and branches are connected to each other as I wish that day. Love does not have to last forever, the fragrance floats just right, ruthlessness does not necessarily mean determination, I just want you to remember: each other's smiles when we first met.
Beautiful sentences: A love in the mortal world, a fate of a thousand years, a few strands of lovesickness across the river, how many old dreams have been hidden in the building? On the water side, I wish to wear the fragrance of lotus, ride on an orchid boat, paddle across the bright moon of the Qin Dynasty, pass through the charm of the Tang Dynasty and Song Dynasty, and find you by the vast misty West Lake! I just want to wear a ding dong for you and tap it every night I miss you; I just want to smile beautifully for you and wipe away the dust of your life!
The beautiful sentences are simply flicked by fingers, the frost is pure and white, a curtain of dreams is on the railing, the wind kisses the window lattice, rustling, it is your deep eyes looking into the distance, which contains gentle and soft feelings, spreading all over the world So soft and as light as orchid, it goes around the ends of my hair and twists it gently, without makeup and pure beauty. Just for you, my eyebrows are decorated with crescent moon, and my hairpin is tied up with clouds. The world of mortals ends in a dream, the years are fleeting, the fleeting light changes, the dust is misty, the love is true, the intention is earnest, I only promise this life to you, the purple smoke is drunk, the willows are pink, the cloud sleeves are fluttering, and the mist shadows are elegant and light, in You are blooming in the sea of ??clouds, picking your most beloved heart petals from my pink pistil.
Beautiful sentences are connected with each other, the breeze is blowing, lying in the soft valley, the moon is lingering, dancing lightly on the gauze curtain, but whose hazy shadow is elegant, caressing the vine branches and leaves, Shockingly shattering all the worldly connections, the thoughts, the faintness, the romance, the hem of the lotus skirt, the swaying, sweet wind, touched the long-cherished wish of sparse shadows swaying through the stars, causing three thousand people to be obsessed with each other, and endless love...
Beautiful sentences are lazy to recount the past, the dim moon is still there, the wind is gently shaking the leaves, the early autumn is rustling, the stranger lovesickness expresses sorrow, who can comfort me, my mind is thin, the night is still young, who can't sleep, The bright moon sheds tears quietly, no one is with me, thinking may have broken, the black hair turns into snow late, I see the flowers without thanking them when I see them, don’t forget to do anything when I am so obsessed, I can’t find it in a thousand cities, the road is reincarnation, I forget the river but don’t forget the love, I cry to myself , but we miss each other, never forget each other, the Taoist heart is ruined, in the end we will never become unfeeling, we will never let go...
Beautiful sentences of Nanshan Farewell Song, deep love, bead curtains blowing in autumn, brocade water lilies, September dust, rouge Tears red. I have lost weight in appearance, but gained weight in poetry. A guzheng song sings in the early spring moon. The ground is filled with the fragrance of poetry, ladles filled with flower-like nectar. If there are three thousand pieces of water, I only drink from one ladle. Holding the Song lyrics lightly, the jade inkstone shines brightly, and the snow shadow is lonely. , Peach blossom face, cold heart, addicted to agarwood, Qin Qing is drunk. The chanting sounds are faint, the purple smoke is curling, and the dancing under the moon is intoxicating with the breeze...
Beautiful sentences The bright moon shines on the deep courtyard, and the people in the quiet path have not yet returned. I play old songs casually, and the flowers also contain sadness. The past is vivid, spring goes and spring comes back again. Thinking about it in the distance, the bright moon is still speechless, its fingers are full of energy, and I can't finish the nostalgia in my heart. The sky is silent, Chanjuan is alone, the light is soft, the lovesickness is flowing, the melancholy lingers in the heart, and the tears fall down, and the ice-crystal teardrops cool the heart. The flowers are cold in the silent night, the birds are chirping, and the soft breeze ruffles the petals of the heart.
Beautiful sentences: I have few thoughts, but I am speechless when asking about flowers. Who sends the breeze to the bright moon, and watches the flowers in the capital sing in the sky. When I met you, the plum blossoms were first crushed and cleared of dust, and the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River was becoming green. A piece of pure white and delicate snowflakes, like flying flowers, smoke and moon, gently knocks at each other's heart door. In the deep alley for thousands of years, the wind returns to the bamboo whispers, and the startling glimpse of the shadow under the pink twenty-four-bone umbrella is like an old friend returning. From now on, my heart is full of love, and in September, my love is full of love.
Beautiful Sentences Full moon flowers bloom in the wind, a cold moonlight, yellow leaves flying one after another, drunken life and death, red cinnabar tears, condensing rain on the moon, dust blowing in the wind, heart silk green flowers, cold flowers autumn millet, Without three inches of sight, I go up to the west building alone, the stars are whispering softly, the star lights are diffuse, it is difficult to warm the face, it is difficult to have a single shadow, a chapter of frost and snow, a poem about beauty, peach blossom wine, pear blossom dew, love for three lives, songs, fate Destroyed, no matter what. Thousands of songs playing the piano, thousands of rivers and mountains, the shadows of Pingting flowers...
Beautiful sentences: Silky green silk, holding a few handfuls of thin water. Who breaks the strings of a song of separation and plays it with sadness. Lonely after dusk. The clear ink and abundant writing remain the same. The title is sealed with wet red hateful ink, and my eyes are full of tears for solution. The soft intestines that turn around are carried by the wind, and I write to express my deep thoughts. Haggard and worn out, a few prosperous and red buttons are shed, and the beautiful woman is gradually losing weight. The new moon shines like a hook on the west tower. I can't sleep on my pillow, and the night is cold and cold. Thousands of dendrobium and thousands of lamps, after longing for each other and missing the opportunity. Infatuated with words, don’t regret being young and wearing a crotch-headed boat in the Old Testament...
Beautiful Sentences I once wanted to ferry to the Peach Blossom Spring alone, and didn’t want to startle a group of gulls and herons, but I was helpless in the final struggle; I once wanted to I hold a glass of plum blossom wine and raise my glass to the moon, but it ends in a banquet of wine and wine. I once wanted to soak in the incense of ink and paper and settle down in a pure land, but I ended up lingering in the hustle and bustle of the world.
Beautiful Sentences: Thoughts are dusty, dreams are dancing with flowers, and the breeze on my mind is filled with colorful butterflies. Red sleeves add fragrance, and clear songs accompany you. I'll be there if you come, and I'll still be there if you don't come. Looking forward to the end of the world, sending love from afar. I wish that flowers and things are blooming, but I feel sad and lonely. The crescent moon is waning, for whom is the heart open? Solitary lamp and thin shadow, who protects love? A sudden change of mind, a glass of sake. The eyes filled with haggardness, and sadness crept into my heart. The Xuan window is dark and the branches are green, and the shadow of the moon is slanting and faintly red.
Beautiful sentences The shadows of flowers are melancholy, the sake invites dreams to drink, the clouds are falling, the Bingyue Bay is refreshing and cool, the ink jade beads are rippled in the water, the sun is gone, the pink tears are raining, the pen and ink are singing along, the beauty is beautiful I strayed into a clear dream of peach blossoms, and finally found it empty. If I wanted to, I would only envy the mandarin ducks but not the immortals. The flowers fell and the rain wiped out the core of the silk, and the wind and snow were faint in the picture. The dew could not be collected and the clear sky was gone. Only the fireworks were left to sing the old dream. A plum blossom blooms in the courtyard, and the birds fall on the branches to listen to the falling rain. The stars are dappled with flowers and moonlight, and the enchanting music of the piano plays alone.
Beautiful Sentences In October in the south of the Yangtze River, the fireworks are gorgeous, so it is a good time to travel and go. There are fragrant cinnamon trees on the waterside and willow trees lying on the stone bridge. It is both sunny and rainy. The white walls and black tiles, the pavilions and old pavilions are a perfect place for wine and poetry. The alleys are narrow, the gardens are secluded and the courtyards are suitable for carving and seal writing. The shadows of oil umbrellas and lamps, dripping from the eaves of the corridor in the breeze, should float or flicker. Purple sand clears the tea, and the sound of boat oars makes it both quiet and moving. With light sleeves and graceful steps, Liniang looks back, it is appropriate to trace and wipe. Wu Nong talks softly, and the more he tunes the Pingtan, the better it is to pour it and taste it. The style of ink and wash, the flowing scroll, is suitable for intoxication and dreaming.
Beautiful Sentences: Guarding this pure and pure soul, trying hard to bloom the fragrant fragrance, just for your breathtaking kiss that came across mountains and rivers. However, I still smell as good as ever, but I still can’t hear your light footsteps. Do you know that the fragrance of this season is released only for you; do you know that the charm of this vein is enchanting only for you; do you know that the waiting for this year is just to die with you.
Beautiful Sentences The dream is near and the world is far away, and the shadow of the moon is still cold. It's a cold moon in the late morning, and I'm pillowing on a river with hazy smoke. In the depths of loneliness, I'm lingering on the tender feelings of the past. That year, I gently leaned into your soft warmth, listened to the murmur of the mountains, and quietly admired the colorful clothes of the moon. That day, I held your warm hand tightly, chanting the tranquility of the wind and singing the joy of dreams. That night, I silently looked at your bright autumn eyes, feeling the beauty of love and the fragrance of love. But it's hard to fall asleep tonight, and it's hard to make new dreams if old dreams don't come true.
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