Step on flowers in time, cherish youth and spring.
Unless the loess bones, I will make you happy for a hundred years.
Leave home with the same heart, and you will die of sorrow.
A little cinnabar, two ropas, three or five geese, flowers bloom in all seasons. Six strings of green, hanging seven stars, eight or nine points of acacia. Ten years of laziness, exchange my pipa for fireworks, for your whole life.
Elegance is always quicksand, and old age is a period of time.
The fate of dust has always been like water, no need to cry. Why do you do your best? Don't be sentimental and don't get hurt.
At both ends of life, we stand on each other's shore.
Spring goes and spring comes, beauty is old, flowers bloom and fall.
How many beauties have been worn out and how many lovesickness pieces have been broken, leaving only blood, ink and tears.
I can only think of so much for the time being, not classical Chinese. Originally, I wanted to write ancient novels, and I read a lot. I hope it will help you.