Aren’t the sentences with a touch of ancient style in each stroke particularly beautiful? The following are the ancient inspirational sentences I compiled for you, I hope they can help you!
Selection of ancient inspirational sentences:
1. The night is like thick inkstone, so deep that it cannot be dissolved?
2. People are quiet, and the moon is dim outside the curtain.
3. It’s getting thicker and thicker, and it’s hard to stop singing and dancing in the sleeves of clouds.
4. Who is singing a song of joy and sorrow at night? Who is dreaming, enjoying the power of one life and all over the world? Who is in the city watching the fireworks for a lifetime?
5. Late at night, the snow is heavy, and I hear the sound of breaking bamboo.
6. The night is as cold as water on the Tianjie, lying down and looking at Altair and Vega.
7. The autumn light of silver candles paints the screen coldly, and the small light fan flutters at the flowing fireflies.
8. No one can see you twice, I have no dreams all night, and it is slightly cold in late autumn. I stay in the bamboo forest scattered by the moonlight, alone and lonely, but you can't see it.
9. The north wind blows snow at the beginning of the fourth watch, Jiarui Tianjiao and the end of the year.
10. The south wind blows at night, and the wheat is covered with yellow.
11. Magpies are frightened when the bright moon leaves the branches, and cicadas sing in the breeze in the middle of the night.
12. There is no dust in the river and sky, and there is a solitary moon in the bright sky.
13. The farewell night at the Red Mansion is melancholy, and the incense lamp is half rolled up in the tassel tent. When the waning moon went out, the beauty and her tears left her.
14. The orchids are falling, and the dark red bananas are on the screen.
15. Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, who can not forget the love of hometown.
16. The pine nuts are falling on the empty mountain, and the lonely people should not be sleeping.
17. Flowers are not flowers, and fog is not fog. Come at midnight and leave at dawn.
18. The sound of Qiang Guan makes the dusk clouds feel extremely sad.
19. The sword is restored in the Spring and Autumn Period, listening to the rain at night, and the words are forgotten at the bottom of the sleeves.
20. In the sparse shadows of apricot blossoms, I play the flute until dawn.
21. The night sky is like a navy blue curtain, dotted with twinkling stars, which makes people deeply intoxicated.
22. It’s quiet at the beginning of the night, and people have fallen asleep. In the silence and peace, the snow-white angel slowly fell from the night sky.
23. The moonlight is like silver, shining everywhere, and the bamboo bamboo on the mountain turns black under the moonlight. The sound of insects in the grass around me was as thick as falling rain.
24. The fog dissipated, and the silver moonlight covered the vast beach like a proud and dazzling widow's mourning dress.
25. The bright moon is in the sky, the stars are shining, and the beautiful sky and sea make people forget to leave.
26. The sound of the bell came leisurely, accompanied by the hazy night and the cool night wind. I could think about anything and ignore everything. I took a gentle breath and seemed to have a faint feeling. The fragrance of flowers is distant, light and refreshing.
27. The field, against the backdrop of the moonlight, seemed to be covered with a silver gauze, and the feeling became a little more intense.
28. Walking alone in the cool and colorful night, shaking off the sadness and fatigue, feeling relaxed and comfortable.
29. The river is now deeper and deeper, and no movement can be seen on the huge river surface. There was fog on the river, and the thin mist enveloped and suppressed the deathly silent river. The originally silent river was covered with fog and became very mysterious and scary.
30. When the earth gradually becomes quiet, the tuberose sticks its head out from the high wall, exuding an alluring fragrance. The tree brother next to her was also so intoxicated that he was swaying the crown of the tree on his head.
31. The crimson blue sky is like a splash of ink, spreading over the entire sky, obscure and depressing.
32. The dusk fell quietly like a big gray net, covering the entire earth.
33. The moon is setting, the sky is full of frost, Jiang Feng’s fishing fire is facing melancholy
34. The night is getting darker, and there are more and more “bright lights” in the sky.
35. 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.
36. The stars look like they are not last night, for whom the wind and dew set the midnight sun.
37. The frost flowers gradually cluster into the glazed moon, recalling the past, and the years are melancholy.
The second selection of ancient inspirational sentences:
1. The quotations decorate the sky, pick out the jade, and condense the pingting alone. The sun comes first, and the face is happy and the heart is happy! Ruixiang In the middle, the body disappeared and the shadow remained, and the spirit suddenly returned, but the dust and dirt were simply left behind. The pretty phoenix is ??wanton, I seek it in this life, I will keep it in this life, I miss you in the book!
2. The scenery here is unique, but I have never looked back. The love on the willow bank and the flowers is full and the moon is bright, and the wind is broken and the rain is broken. The wind and moon of Xiaoqiao always seem to be unable to withstand the wear and tear of time. Looking back with a smile and tears, time is always waiting behind the forgetfulness, and happiness always looks back.
3. Today, after many reincarnations, the spirit of Haoran’s army is still there, and his heroic spirit is hovering. There are no young people, and the border is stained with blood and sweat. Sleeping on the lonely moon, dreaming about your loved ones, braving the wind and frost, defending your homeland.
4. Destiny comes and goes, only the shadow is blurred. Looking for the tranquility of the landscape, the gentleness of the grace outside the curtain, and falling in love at first sight, I want to open my long-sealed heart and sing different songs with you, and hold my hand with you for the rest of my life. ***Go to a sunny day on earth.
5. If you pour a glass of sake from the words at your fingertips, you can fill it with tears of separation; if you sing softly between the pages of the book, you can drink away the eternal sorrow. Once, I wanted to imitate the sentimental Li Qingzhao, and in her graceful and graceful poems from the Song Dynasty, I wrote an eternal line about a servant being thinner than a yellow flower; once, I wanted to fully appreciate Liu Qi's various charms, and accompany him to lift a bottle of wine. In the moon, I talked about drinking and talking about sorrow, and wrote an immortal poem about "the clothes are getting wider and wider, but I don't regret it, and I am haggard because of Yi"; once, I wanted to express my feelings for Li Yu, the late master of the Southern Tang Dynasty, but his motherland couldn't bear to look back in the bright moon. In his sad words, he talked on the floor to relieve his hangover and share his worries. How much sorrow can you have? A river of spring water flows eastward, and it cannot be exhausted, so much sorrow!
6. Carrying a wisp of breeze, stepping on the ancient rhyme of poetry, singing and chanting, with hands in sleeves For thousands of years, I have stood in the mist and rain of Loulan, walked through the green mountains and green waters, and glanced at the historical corridor of five thousand years: in a trance, I walked past the bright moon of the Qin Dynasty, the geese passed the city gate of the Han Dynasty, and passed through the legacy of the Wei and Jin Dynasties. A coop of mist and rain is left for life, melting into the dust of the world, and the thoughts that cross the vast distances appear and disappear. The lingering past events are accompanied by the moonlight, and the desire to be together is freely splashed with ink. Barrier from the dusty world, holding the water of the Milky Way, finely grinding a piece of paper inkstone incense. Fill in a lot of lovesickness words, lie on the other side of the thousand-year love thread, try to write the regret into the graceful old chapter. Hold the cup and the cup, sip the clear face in the dusk, the golden breeze and the dew of the night, sip your thoughts and swallow your tears and joy in the dawn wind and the waning moon.
7. The woman dancing with sleeves with words, playing the piano without hesitation, for thousands of years, plucked the time with her ten fingers, embroidered as desired, and knotted in the same heart, picking up a pool of broken shadows, walking through the forgotten feelings The water, climbing the ladder of light clouds, ripples in the vast sea of ??words in the ink-incense ancient scrolls. Following the literati from the remote ancient times, following the staggering steps of the previous generations, they were taking off the Tang and Song Dynasty costumes one by one. Where they stared, they were dancing drunkenly with tears, and the clothes were in the wind. Who was holding their arms under their fingertips? Young man at home? Looking back, a fragrant sleeve has added new weight! Every Tang poem is a collection of silhouettes of a lifetime, and every Song poem is filled with ripples of a lifetime?
8. Time flies like the past , clear dew hangs low. There is always a calm state of mind, the colorful purples are always spring, and for the little running-in of the past and the future, if you and I promise each other in this life, never leave, quiet and vivid feelings, I hope that in the youth that I have passed, you are The fragrance of ink on my plain paper is the most beautiful embellishment in the rhyme.
9. Who is dancing lightly in the Tang and Song Dynasties for thousands of years? Who is dancing with rouge and tears in the eyes? Who is telling sadness in the wind, flowers, snow and moon? I don’t know who is disturbed by a light fragrance. In the memory of the previous dynasty, spring dreams and autumn clouds are reenacting the joys and sorrows of the human world. I wander in the misty rain that is like painting and poetry in the Tang Dynasty, and I am alone and dreaming of being drunk in the pavilion of the Rouge Painting Hall in the Song Dynasty. Beyond the mist and rain, beyond the Loulan, beyond the green mountains, beyond the green water, who is gently pressing the sandalwood board, slightly opening the red lips, and filling the round jade beads with flying songs? Who is curling up, with deep feelings that have lasted for thousands of years? ?
10. Who is it that draws the pen from the style of the Tang Dynasty and the Song Dynasty, and describes the journey from Jinling to Qinhuai to dawn? Who is it that gracefully leaves the world in the night rain of the Autumn Pond in Bashan? Who is the poignant beauty in the later generations? Under the moonlight, he wrote down three thousand words to express his poetic sentiment? Who is waiting for the frost forest to be stained, the moon to set and the crow to cry, hiding deep memories? The hazy mist and rain mottled the poetic sentiment, burning a furnace of thoughts, When the warmth is three feet deep and the cold is deep, who is it that follows the traces of floating clouds and waves, searching for them all over the sea, drifting for eternity, and then continues to write treasures?
11. The road of life is full of wind and rain. Looking back at the pain that refused to sigh, I walked on the journey of ferrying Dharma, turned around and walked through difficult steps, and once lost myself. I couldn't help but ask myself, is it difficult to be with a confidante in the passing smoke of fate? Is it difficult?
12. With clear feelings, lotus grows at every step. Come and listen to a piece of music at leisure, enjoy the tranquility of the passing years, look at the deep blue sky and the leisurely clouds, think about the oaths made before the flowers and under the moon, and outline the melodious rhythms of the piano that are pleasing to the eye, guarding the golden years. In the season of blooming flowers, can my attachment bloom like a hundred flowers again with the new spring?
13. Thinking about the vastness of the mist for thousands of years, the heroes are full of poems. Like a clank of iron bones, sonorous righteousness, and soaring ambition. They fought fiercely to protect half of the country, recounted the events of the past, and talked about them all.
14. The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year. The stumbling devout prayers, the various signs of gathering and separation in the Buddhist teachings, have been stripped of their meaningless persistence by the years. Therefore, the moving poems under the pen have become irrevocable memories. Those former assumptions and immaturity are all gone. Flowing in the innocence of life.
15. In that life, she was not a guest, but a friend. She transformed into a charming and graceful lady, walking slowly from the lotus breeze of Zhou Dunyi, holding a small boat, carrying I am alone in the misty rain, and I am full of hope, and we are close to each other. She lights up her red lips and closes her flowers to shy away from the moon. There are the brisk songs of women picking lotuses, the charm and warmth in the sound of Qinhuai water and the shadows of lamps, the vague mist of the towers in the mist and rain, the elegance and grace of the sandalwood-board clear songs, the folding of leaves into boats, and the weaving of lotus flowers. Is the ancient charm of the skirt flowing?
16. Beautiful jade shines, and beauty shines in the sky. Butterflies are flying among the flowers, the fragrance of the flowers is on the clothes, the moon reflects the sparkling waves of the pool, the floating shadows are faintly fragrant, pillows are listening to the spring, leaning alone on the west tower, looking out to the horizon, in the sound of broken waves, a curved eyebrow is flowing in the blue waves. Wearing water sleeves, they are fluttering in the wind and dust.
I picked up a piece of Song poetry, filled with a delicate fragrance. In the bustling Jindu with catkins and vast mist, I held the piece of white clothes whirling in the cold spring breeze blowing through the small building. The silk silk was covered with green, and stood gracefully in Zhou Dunyi's lotus pond. , dancing lightly in my poems of the Tang and Song Dynasties?
17. The warm spring breeze gently passes over the hair, making the heart strings ring, and leaning on the railing is a thousand knots of soft intestines; the lush green water, In the midst of the poetry and calligraphy, if there is a small boat, holding a handful of acacia, chanting along the water, how can I not find your figure along the way? Pick the moonlight on the string, and pull out the fragrance of the flowing water. Poetry-like feelings travel through the clouds and water, letting the tenderness bloom into the flowers of ancient legends. At the end of the world, I entered paintings and poems, and wrote about the boundless wind and moon.
18. At this time, there is a mixture of sorrow and joy. The ignorance that smiled at each other in the past has now become a stranger, and now the tacit understanding that we have never seen each other has turned into a hatred of meeting each other. I can't handle it. Understand how fate arranges people, and all the temporary illusions have become like an intoxicating dream, and the curtain of sadness has been opened like clouds and rain.
19. In this world of mortals, I will get to know you. I will fill in a line of clear words to describe the wings that shake my heart and dream of flying. I will pick a beautiful and gorgeous flower to set off your unique elegance. I will send you a wisp of fragrance to dance with your subtlety. Her smile glowed with vitality like new branches and green buds in the endless moonlit spring river.
20. Can’t sing enough? Willow banks, dawn wind and waning moon? I can only add fragrance to the ink pen in the willow color and smoke, hoping to stay in the beautiful and rhyming words on the colorful brocade papers of the Tang and Song dynasties. Pen. I just lowered my brows, but it was in my heart. How deep is the courtyard? We meet after dusk.
Have you ever remembered that pair of paper-cut birds flying side by side under the light of the attic window in the foggy building? Have you ever remembered that on the willow branches in the golden age, there was a piece of covenant fluttering on the red sleeves with the wind as the matchmaker? Looking back on those days, I can only I barely chanted it? I have been leaning against someone for a long time with my pen, trying my hand at tracing flowers, and now I have stopped working on embroidery. I asked with a smile how to write the word "鸳鸯"?