A collection of 46 short and beautiful ancient sentences in 2021
I would rather that we had never known each other, and I hope that we would always forget each other in the world. The following are 46 beautiful ancient sentences that I carefully compiled. Welcome to refer to them.
1. The dream has faded with the wind, and the flowers have faded, and I feel light now that I have no worries. Thousands of drunken cups are filled with empty cries of blood, and withered pens are sealed away without memory of you. Looking back on the vicissitudes of life thousands of miles away, I shed tears after thinking about it. Come and return to Huangquan Road. If you don’t drink Meng Po, you will forget this life. Come back.
2. If my hair is gray and my appearance is old, will you still hold my hands and be gentle and tender?
3. Snow: Many things in ancient and modern times are all made fun of. Wind: You shed tears for a beautiful girl, and get drunk on talking and laughing with a beautiful girl. Rain: A beauty makes you smile, and you are drunk by a beauty.
4. The beauty is far away, the lovesickness is painful, and the feelings are difficult to deal with. Years of love have passed through for hundreds of years, and I can't bear to miss you until I stop.
5. One petal of a flower, half a month. Gather together in time, part in life. A cup of song, a cup of music. The yen is short of one month.
6. The sorrow of the road is half the fragrance of the remaining flowers. The people from the Changmen Qing palace do not call, which is better than the passing of a river. , love and hate are not over yet. Silk fantasy, a wisp of heartbroken sorrow, singing and singing to the moon without disturbing the plow, swaying with tranquility and regretting when we say goodbye, not feeling lonely, recalling dreams and never returning them, this is also the Zen of this life. Fat does not hide the beauty at dusk, it is sad but it is exposed, the two are deeply affectionate and cannot stay together, longing for each other, looking at the flowers at dusk indifferently.
7. The lotus is beautiful, but the heart is broken. In the blue sky, the song is hard to sing, who can love me? The lights dimmed, and among the thousands of people, the beauty danced alone. Jiang Fuqin is covered with rain, and the shadow of the graceful sail is going nowhere. The tide rises and falls, smiling faces cover with tears. There are fallen flowers, and there are people who are buried; the leaves are longing for each other, and there is nowhere to hide the longing. The flying orioles never return, and the beauty of the pond is all false. Hate is boundless, without thinking, love is already boundless.
8. The pond is green and the wind is warm. I remember the first time Yuzhen met. The first song rhymes with the sound of the Cong, and the waist red swirls wildly into the dance. Next to the fragrant steps under Goulan, I don’t know how late the sun is when I’m drunk. When I was a flower appreciator, I didn’t check half of them now.
9. The night is entangled and scatters mottled broken shadows. Through the window, there was a slight coolness, which messed up a strand of long hair. Little bits of mist and dew are floating and scattered. The next reincarnation is like a dream, stepping lightly on the coldness of the half-moon, guarding the purity of the whole life, walking lightly with both hands behind my back, sitting alone in front of the mirror and dressing tiredly. Warm, thin and cool, cut and carve a monologue on paper. In these years, promise me a warm and charming face.
10. The fragrance of time, gently cut a curtain of red dust and mist, and the beauty of water, listen to the flowers bloom and fade. On the shore of the light water, lightly spread a piece of red paper, one stroke of ink rises, one stroke falls, naturally and casually, telling a period of tranquility, pure rhyme, elegance and Zen, freedom and calmness, watching the ebb and flow of the tide, listening to the sound of the wind and the falling of the rain, and murmuring In whispers, the world's fleeting changes become clear and shallow.
11. If you want to send me your clothes, you will not return them; if you do not send me your clothes, you will feel cold. Whether I send it or not, it will be very difficult for me to be alive.
12. The curtains of the painting building are rolled up by the new sunshine, covering the silver screen, and the dawn is light and cold. The fragrance of powder brings sorrow every day. After decades of walking on the lake, I can reach extreme heights and touch Pingting. The sky in China feels like it's drifting away, embracing spring, who wakes up to it? The sky is vast and the clouds are idle, and there is nowhere to find the sound of Xiao. There are few things to do in the years when I buy wine and flowers, but I feel completely different from my old mood. Lu Zugao. Chengzi
13. The aftertaste of distant incense drifts closer, and you can’t smell the burning oaths. Wait until your wishes turn into ashes before praying again. There are too few dead rocks and rotten rocks, and the end of the world is too early. The time always gets longer and longer. Thinking, I can't tell the difference between the dream and the past. I wish I had turned my back on the light. To stay by your side, I just want to be crazy for the rest of my life.
14. I understand you as deeply as I understand myself.
15. If Yu Shengjun wants to avoid detours and fall in love with the wrong people, I can only accompany you here.
16. Listen to the sound of the word Du and advise people to go back.
17. It is a blessing to let Ma Nanshan go, but who would not be willing to give up the sword palace? Now that I am a guest in Fengling, my dreams of a light boat burst into tears.
18. Peonies dye copper bottles, several pots are weathered by wind and frost, and rouge stains the lips, advising anyone not to wait in the next life.
19. I recall the first time we met in front of Donglin Temple. Looking back today, the peach blossoms are broken in the vast world of mortals. It is hard to find them. Where can we stay together and where can we get together.
20. July is light and the wind is miserable. An ancient pipa song sours the nostalgia of this life. Longing comes at night, and fills the night sky. Silky sounds leave imprints, colliding with the trembling in my heart. Tears overflow my eyes, flowing down freely, like a string of music, weeping and complaining.
21. A gentleman is like an orchid whose tea is not full yet, and old acquaintances and thoughts have already warmed up.
22. The wind and snow dim your hair, and the bright lights wrinkle your eyebrows.
23. At dusk under the bright moon, the road of youth is no longer everywhere.
24. If you give me a hosta, I will tie your hair long. Wash away all the lead, and from now on, the sun will fade away. Not surprised by favor or disgrace, I watch the flowers blooming and falling in front of the court; I have no intention of leaving or leaving, and watch the clouds roll and relax in the sky.
25. "Life has always been a sea of ??suffering. Take it as you deserve, Uncle Han." Hua Rong said on the side. Take it as you deserve, Uncle Han. These words echoed in the dimly lit hall, Hua Rong was smiling, and she was not sad even to death, but the voice finally dropped. In this life, it will never sound again.
26. I am willing to teach you how to use time as a wedding dress, so that I will never leave you in this life.
27. Zhijun is sitting alone under the Qingxuan, and at this time we have the same thoughts.
28. The country is picturesque, and you are also charming.
29. The blooming flowers are blooming, and the worldly connections are over. How much do you know?
30. Hating you is not like Jiang Louyue, north and south, east and west, north and south, east and west, just follow each other without distinction.
31. Silence cannot hide from sadness after all. Butterflies fall in love with the world, move for a season, watch for a season, abandon each other for the shadow, love is not born for love, bright tears fall, fleeting years, residual regret, after all, there is too much pain, flowers, decline, after all, I can't escape the melancholy!
32. After many years, the sorrow has not faded away. The fleeting year is a sacrifice. The red makeup is tired in the music of harp and harp, and the beauty is lingering in the dance of neon clothes. In the long world of mortals, a soft chant describes half a life of desolation and loneliness, and the pure sorrow is like water. Lonely glass, deserted city and bustling heart. The traces of passage are deeply imprinted on my bones. Like smoke in the middle of the year, a graceful and coquettish dance has been cold and proud for half a lifetime, and the flower festival is beautiful. The love disaster of encounter is light and heartfelt. How about using those broken moments to commemorate the passing years?
33. One flower, one world, one leaf, one pursuit. A song and a sigh, a lifetime for one person.
34. The rain hits the pear blossoms, the door is closed, and the aroma of this wine is carefully smelled.
35. In the thousand-year cycle of reincarnation, flowers bloom without leaves, leaves grow without flowers, and flowers and leaves will never see each other.
36. A thin face and two lines of tears are unforgettable without thinking. A stranger in the mortal world, only lovesickness is the most heartbreaking.
37. The cool breeze comes with a faint fragrance of mud, refreshing the spleen. The vicissitudes of Populus euphratica, the graceful yellow dress dances gently with sleeves, the mountains and fields are dense, there are dots of yellow stars hidden in the clusters of vines, purple smoke on the streets, the scent of chrysanthemums is smelled by the long autumn water, the wormwood is getting older, and a solitary boat is crossing the sparkling water bank. The reeds are like catkins, dancing in the cold autumn wind with the sorrow of a season of snow. The sweet fragrance lingers in dreams, intoxicating the tit and solitary eagle. A season of clouds and water intensifies the fragrance of words and poems.
38. The three thousand beauties in the harem are no match for your smiling brows and blood-sworn oaths. The historian wrote and wrote the legend in words.
39. Talk to loneliness, but I just don’t want to believe that you have left.
40. When walking on the road, what we encounter is not just the scenery of the world. In this noisy world, we all need a place that suits us. No matter whether someone loves us or not, we must work hard. Be a lovely person.
41. The voiceless fourteen strings make you angry because of the beauty. The sword is pointed at Qingmei, visible to everyone. However, the compatibility of bones and blood exists and disappears, life and death are separated, and sorrow cannot be forgiven.
42. The wind sends plum blossoms fluttering across the bridge.
43. Red tears are secretly hanging down, and the eyes are full of spring breeze and everything is wrong.
44. The fireworks after blooming are like tears, sliding down like cold rain, covering the ground with dust, like a broken dream, making people instantly The dream disappears.
Think more, put the pieces together, put them together into a complete dream, and give it back to the fireworks that have been shattered into pieces. Think more, so that the beauty of fireworks can last for a long time, long enough to warm the coldness of time, so that the warmth it releases can kiss away the vicissitudes of time.
45. People miss each other, people write their signatures, the night rain in Junshan withers away the guests, the scenery is beautiful, love is admirable, special scenery creates feelings, admiration wastes suspicion, the past costs tears, lanterns are fragile, people are forgotten, the story looks back, Who cuts the past short, writes about life and death, is helpless in human feelings, understands right and wrong, sees love, and forgets one and two. Who does not know you, who cuts off the sea of ????people, sings a song of red sweet potato, and becomes indifferent from now on. This parting is the sea of ????people Helpless, understanding is the scenery, the pain is unforgettable, the story is written wrongly, and the time is ruthlessly stained.
46. Ask Hongyan to send you a greeting forever. Who always sheds tears under the lamp and looks at himself in pity. There are so many pieces of jade in the world, sad and beautiful, but I can't exchange for your letter. ;