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Ancient-style lovesickness sentences and beautiful short sentences

Beautiful short sentences in ancient style

1. Thousands of mountains are green and thousands of waters are clear, it is difficult to express the love of this life. Injuries are yours, happiness is yours, and your actions are yours.

2. How can I still see your face when the wind and sand fill my already wet eyes?

3. The winner always carves out the story, the loser sighs in silence, who is the hero of the whole life? I can understand that they were once so lonely

4. Smiling passionately at my old dream for you, I don’t care about the tears in my eyes

5. The person guarding the beautiful woman is haggard, just waiting for the return of her beloved. Lovesickness and tears spread wantonly.

6. Yuzhu once wrote about a trip to Phoenix, where no one was seen and the water flowed empty.

7. The missed years bloomed with beautiful crape myrtle flowers in the northern desert, but they were barren in the spring and summer of reincarnation.

8. The temperament is as beautiful as an orchid, and the talent is as great as that of an immortal. It is rare for people to be born solitary. You say that eating meat is fishy and smelly, and you are disgusted by the beauty of the world. But you don't know that people who are too high will be jealous, and people who have lived in a clean world will be disgusted by it. It's a pity that the old people in the ancient Qingdeng Palace have failed to live up to the red and pink vermilion tower. In the end, it was still dusty and dirty, against my wishes. Just like the flawless jade is trapped in the mud; why, the prince and grandson lament that they have no chance

9. Who can laugh at the misery of ten years and sing for thousands of miles

10. You are like a dusty road , I am like muddy cement, rising and sinking with different potentials, when will we meet and be harmonious?

11. After we said goodbye, I had several misty dreams, holding hands as if they were nothing, and tears splashing on the flowers.

12. I am like an autumn leaf, carrying how much the fleeting flowers are dreaming of.

13. The purple curtains point and weep, and it is difficult to forget each other when we are apart. The sword tomb is wounded every time, just asking for peace of mind.

14. Dreaming over the Peach Leaf Crossing, the light lingered for a while

15. I sent you a song, no matter where the people are gathered at the end of the song.

16. A pot of wine among the flowers. A pot of wine among the flowers. Drinking alone without a blind date. This life is like a shadow under the moon, drinking alone and relying on nothing.

Seventeen. Where is the Qin Xin Sword Soul now? The sky is still blue at the beginning of the night.

Eighteen. I always wonder if my memory lives in the long street. That end, and my growth rings died at this end of the long street.

Nineteen. I will put on my red makeup and put away my luggage to cover up my brilliance.

Twenty. In my past life, I looked back frequently, waved goodbye and the handkerchief floated into a cloud, feeling more and more lovesickness. Li Chou.

21. If it were me who spoke first, would my life still flow smoothly?

Twenty-two, about a sea of ??words to send beauty, a touch of fishing fire to send warmth, even if you walk alone in the mud

Twenty-three, the slanted flute, the flower and the horizontal flute, the clear sleeves are full of peaches

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Twenty-four, who accepts whose calamity becomes whose obsession.

Twenty-five, the beauty of the moonlight, the spirit of the music, everything is just an illusion, fleeting. ----Ancient Sentences

26. When you think of a certain surprise during your journey, the woman who turned around and left is actually already old. Only the memory stays like fog, and the passing time is that of the woman who has gone far away.

Twenty-seven. A season of flowers blooming and fragrance on the streets, a season of sadness and sorrow on the pillow.

Twenty-eight. Hiding the traces of tears with one’s back, there is a wound on the back. In the plug of the white butterfly, there is also a long-lasting love, many tears of beauty, singing alone and haggard.

Twenty-nine, the sky is not old, love is hard to die. The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it.