Some ancient Chinese sentences have beautiful artistic conception. The following is what I compiled for your reading.

1. When we meet, don't forget that wind and rain used to be like a glorious palace. Looking back, the footprints of the journey I walked step by step, tears fell, I felt sad, maybe time was too ruthless. As for me, I can't bear to cry when I think about it. I often look back at the thin ferry and see no hope for the future. In this way, I often give a cold and lonely sigh in the thousands of miles of smoke.

2. Flowers bloom and fall, clouds roll and clouds flow smoothly, and time flows through my fingers in a hurry in the 22nd autumn of my life. Half a life, suddenly looking back, alone. Some people say that a lifeless life is a ruin. Then I am a withered grass on the ruins. After falling, it was blown away by the wind without a trace. Soon, spring will come back, and it is no longer my season. There will be no spring in my life.

3. Who once promised me that I could spend time with my hair clips? Now I count the red ones by myself. Who promised me a handful of lotus seeds, but now I cook acacia. Who promised me to go home tomorrow, but now I have a stiff neck, Meng Han. The person who promised me to get married in red is now me in white. The person who promised me to grow old together has now become a person from first frost. After three or four years of dreaming, Wang Sun refused to return, and the girl always hid right and wrong. Is the change the same?

4. Residual wind and drizzle, lovesick tears, disappointed unrequited love. The wind, blowing heartbroken, I do not know when to rest. Do you remember that the bridge is flowing, the dream of falling flowers and falling snow is still there, the dream of waking up is still there, and it is heartbreaking. When I miss you, when I cry, when I am depressed, when I wander. The corner wintersweet is bitter and cold, and the cold wind is heartbreaking! I looked up at the dim light and suddenly looked back at the empty place. I only caught a glimpse of you, but I caught a glimpse of a dull and far-reaching attitude towards life. I will never be dominated by everything. I am alone in the turbid waves, and I only want to die holding the bright moon. By the river, there is a weed and a white clover.

5. A river of autumn water stops everything, and the world of mortals dreams of night. I'm tired of thousands of things, so let me find them. Want to look back and smile, full of water. To express his melancholy, he wrote a book. It is hard to accept, and the piano appeals like running water. Don't worry about the past, it's hard to stay. Go ahead, it's harder to accept. Lonely boudoir hates longer; Dreams revolve around the soul in vain. There is no gathering in this life.

6. Jimo fireworks, the player's ruthless love-hate dilemma; Cherry blossoms fall in England and sink into the western hills at dusk. Suddenly looking back, the song ended, who still plays with silks and satins? With a sigh, tears poured down my face. Regret at the scene, micro-work to be done. Who will stop to accompany it? Can't wait. Can't see, can't meet, wait, can't see, can not love, don't miss, tireless, never tired. With tears in my eyes, I didn't sleep, and a faded cool smoke passed.

7. A rustling, human joys and sorrows; With a touch of vicissitudes, the sleeves are full of fragrance, and the secular feelings disappear without a trace. Dancing through your fingers, falling into a prosperous life and playing romantic sadness. A bright moon, carrying a wisp of breeze, passes through the Millennium dust. Lonely fingers slip through the sadness of the soul, and how much affection is left. How many laughs and tears fly, suddenly looking back, a melancholy dream. I have devoted my life to tenderness and poetry, but I have already lost you in the melancholy review.

8. Drink the wine of the west wind, the wind and the moon are heartbroken, and the flowers are dancing in the world. Feather is like a fairy in a dream, like soft eyes splashing the infatuation and sadness of human teenagers. That trace is elegant and elegant, and the old eyebrows are charming; With wine and flowers, the years are sighing. I dreamed that I was a fairy at night, and I woke up with tears. This dazzling prosperity ended with the fleeting time after the lead flower was washed away.

9. Like water flies, it's another year in a blink of an eye. Looking up at the cold and silent waning moon and sighing, those clear words and beautiful sentences can often evoke colorful dreams and gently write you into a faint and fragrant chapter. On the pipa string, you said you missed each other. In silence, who is more tactful and lonely than who? A pot of muddy wine, drunk all over the world, flowers are lonely, and customs are more lonely. Life comes and goes for different reasons, so desolate? The most beautiful thing is indifference.

10. There are dreams in the world of mortals, the years are blurred, the idle words are melancholy, and the youth is instantly broken, just for the sadness, which imprisons the feelings of the clothes; Beauty flicks her fingers, scatters fragrance, tears like blood, and is infatuated with fleeting time; Rouge is stained with ash, flowers are buried in the soul, and swords are broken proudly; Love has a Qian Qian knot, and it will become a paper crane. Who should I send my ideas to? Hate has a faint sorrow, which turns into green light, and whose bodhi is clear.

1 1. The broken bridge is pitiful, the old dream hates the sky, and a person is desolate. Who can ask, there are always thousands of people in Qian Qian in the wilderness, lonely and proud of the world. Who can hide? Lonely and cold, there is no bird habitat, jathyapple is full of resentment, like a flower, affectionate and heartless; Yesterday, a curtain of dreams, broken string dust, was light and fragrant, delicate and delicate, like a year of flowers blooming, comparable to a piece of flying flowers on the vast expanse, making the fragrance fade at dusk, and the next day, when it rained, tears flowed and my heart was empty.

12. among thousands of people, it bloomed in that golden year, and you and I first met; On that sunny and flowing day, you and I knew each other; When Xia Feng looked at the stars tenderly side by side, you and I fell in love. I never thought about it, but on that rainy day, we parted. I don't know whether this is a good opportunity or a wrong meeting. If you know the ending, why at the beginning, if there is at the beginning, why separate.

13. I have been dying in the desert for years. Time is a sacrifice. Red makeup is tired of the harp, harp music, and Ji Jiao is tired of dancing. In the long world of mortals, a shallow song describes the thinness, coldness and loneliness of half a life, as clear as water. Lonely glass, desolate city complex heart. The trace of passing away is deeply imprinted on the bone. Smoke flies, dancing with a touch of graceful shyness for half a life, and the flower sacrifice is beautiful. Encountered love robbery, gently unforgettable. Those broken times are used to pay homage to fleeting time, okay?

14. What is love? Love is incomplete hatred and pain; Can't live without being reluctant to throw; It is gnashing your teeth and hurting your internal organs; One day, I suddenly found that I never gave up and had no regrets. Love is helpless. So, what is helplessness? Beautiful night, helpless day. Must be full of emotion, must be merciful. Even if I hate it to the extreme, I can't help it. It's for helplessness. Love is a wet sword. Raise your sword and March forward. Never hesitate!

15. The world is infinite and time is limited, so why rush? Life is dull, short and long, but it is hard to gain and lose. Look at the golden valley in autumn wind, Wujiang River in jathyapple, the cold Epang Palace, the shortage of bronze finches, the blooming flowers and the rich grass head cream. The authorities know everything and forget everything, boasting about the dragon building and the phoenix pavilion, saying that the name is frozen. Come to a quiet place at leisure and be crazy about poetry and wine. It's not too late to sing a song, which is full of vast lakes and seas. Meet the scenery at every time, pick up the green and find the fragrance. Make an appointment with some close friends, go to the wild stream, or play chess, or walk; Or say something good, or talk about the rise and fall of modern times; Look at the bright flowers and listen to the birds singing.

16. The lights are dim, the shadows are dim, the rain is dancing, and the dreams are dancing. Who looks back at the west wind in the small building and stares at the dim lights on the other side? Who's waiting for who? Whether I have nothing to ask for now, whether my numb body and mind are used to waiting, the lilacs on my shoulders are melancholy, I long to wear them in the sky blue, and I am also worried about the world without tears. Blue sky, yellow flowers, autumn wind rustling, flying north and south, Iraqis facing the window, never seeing the green, fat, red and thin of the past; The boat is silent, and the autumn wind and flowing water tune. Who looks at the water by the railing, the withered lotus has become thin, desolate and empty. Anyone who gets drunk at night is always worried when it rains.

17. Long eyes and lingering concerns. Make out, sooner or later. There is a harp, full of ears. It worried me, so I had to take Yuanyang heron with me. Long eyes, lingering concern. It's hard to talk when you think backwards. Lan Guiqi Fang, turtle-aged crane life. Express my feelings and spend a long time with you.

18. A piece of paper is pale, a piece of paper is sentimental, a piece of paper is falling, a piece of paper is dreamy, a piece of paper is cold, a piece of autumn water, and a piece of paper is sad. Next time, it will be a dream, and the autumn moon will be in the sky; Who is wearing red makeup, desolate as a dream, often in autumn water and in dreams? A cavity full of music, piano for half a month, looking alone, rustling, cold wind stinging, dull pain, singing about wine, tears scattered in yellow, ink, fluttering moonlight melody, butterfly language leisurely, bearing a touch of meaning.

19. dancing in a shallow cup, the breeze is drunk, Xiaoyun's waning moon falls into the blue sky. Furry eyes are blurred, with a little red in green. Last night, the golden bottle was full of wine, and the scholar was laughing and laughing. At dawn, he was hung over, holding the piano and playing the flute, lying across the lake, regardless of the cold wind; When I woke up this morning, I was vaguely beautiful dancing, dressed in red, dancing quietly, taking off, stepping on clouds and laughing in the lotus, which was like a dream.

20. Beauty is short-lived, but dust cannot be broken. The dancing moonlight is intoxicating, and the misty mist caresses your heart. Tomorrow's peach blossoms will grow in dreams. Lying laughing at the spring breeze, full of self-love. The lonely shadow leans against the window and looks at the cold. It is difficult for Iraqis to comb their old wounds alone. Only Leng Yue will be cool in the future. Who and I, * * * pity Iraqis in the dust? The world of mortals is deep and exhausted. The broken night is long and desolate, and the joys and sorrows are old. Put pen to paper, white paper drunk tears.

2 1. Life is too short, so why hate it? Make things in the cup. The view of beauty is not enough, just like roaming and painting a wall. Wealth is hard to last, fame is useless, and snow melts in hot weather. See through, why fight for heroes? A hundred flowers fall, and they will still struggle for hair next year. It is hard to say goodbye to an old friend, and the firefly in the dream goes out. Since falling into the world of mortals, the vicissitudes of life have gone through and turned into frost. Regardless of honor or disgrace, a pure heart is like a bright moon.

22. Cordyceps sinensis, acacia wine, a dream in the late Qing Dynasty; Look at the present, drunk last night, but watch the beauty smile. A few affectionate, all troubled, all empty and melancholy; Worried about rising, laughing in the pool, drinking on the moon. Sigh tonight, meet after a long separation, the world is hard to break; For nine days, the clouds were moving and cold and empty. Flying sand and walking stones, dew condensation, birds singing in the morning; Loose and energetic, feeling like the world, laughing and provoking the world of mortals.

23. Waterfront, misty rain, floating dust, lingering edge, a curtain of sorrow, blue economy is not familiar with customs. Breaking songs to the sky, the sound of flutes is drunk and cranes sing, the eyebrows are blooming in spring, the red makeup is beautiful, and the bones are clear. The world dare not compliment. Passing the sand and laughing, wine dipped in ink, overlooking the sea, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and the scenery is bleak. Looking straight at the winding path, the dust is flying, and the strategy suddenly rises.

24. pen and ink are red with tears, and the vicissitudes of life are tired. I came to * * *, and I set foot on this land again and again. My meaning is different, my dream is different, my old face is different, just because the reward time is different. Brush your clothes and roll up your sleeves. It's especially cold when you touch water, and the water is different. Looking at the railing, I was drunk in a misty rain, and the lotus pond was full of water rhyme, splashing a lonely lotus shadow, and my thoughts were slow and gentle. Leave the wine with the wind and stay in Jiangnan. Dust and smoke enveloped, and in the quiet autumn, half a piece of acacia was sprinkled.

25. The autumn wind is bleak, the silent moon is like a hook, and the prosperity is scattered on the branches. Wild geese fly south, the vegetation is thin, and the beautiful scenery is gone. The waning moon in Xiao Feng, alone in the West Building, makes me feel a little sad. The full moon is short, and the thousand reds have faded and cooled for several years. While singing, caress the wind, splash ink and wave sleeves, and carry clear words with songs. The body is clear and bright, the pulse is soft, and acacia is like wine.

Ancient Chinese sentences with beautiful artistic conception 1. Simple and calm, strolling through the chapters of memory, leafing through the fragments of fleeting time, the words bloom in the nib, wonderful and warm. Listening to the wind at dusk, waiting for the moon in the sunset, carrying a ray of prosperity like a dream, holding a ray of acacia to sleep. Indigo misty rain, ink color Jiangnan, idle look at the bright moon white, but the clouds are fleeting. The cicada is silent on the stranger, watching the prosperity fall, in the wind, the original intention is light. Fade away from madness, fade away from madness, and years have scratched a shallow wound on my forehead.

2. Drunk Zen tea, not to mention autumn heart, faint bright moon, secluded window, overflowing; Plain face, clear shadow and loneliness. The moonlight is dim, the prosperity is exhausted, and the blue dome is wrapped around one song, breaking the ancient world into nothingness. On the other side, who plays the flute to send rhyme and perform the eternal swan song? A little sparse, a little sad, mottled into the deepest heart marks of memory. Cloudy, the past is like the wind, Lantian is warm, and the sea is full of moons. Mist locks sorrow, floating light makes thin shadows.

3. Gently open the porch, listen to the sound of rain, and the stamens are as wet as idiots; Oblique silk weaving, thinking thousands of miles away, dreaming thousands of miles back to pray. Looking up and ringing in the fields, when * * * this west wing sleeps. Cut the west window show together, lazy; Pear mirror shy face, heart according to the lover. The night is deep and the stars are hazy, and the new moon and Qixi love to return to their hometown; Affection is strong, love is attached, and flowers are smiling. Don't forget me, this life, even if there are difficulties, is always the same; No regrets, love, Eden Qin Xiao and Selku.

4. Listen to the water flow, sing with strings and harps, print and dye the water town in the south of the Yangtze River with flowers, the piano is full of emotion, and the sound pressure is broken. The residual color reflects the water, the white skirt is graceful, the steps are light, the waterside pavilion is rippling, the timbre is long, the fingers are rubbing, the dusty Buddha crosses the south of the Yangtze River, the butterfly is drunk in my heart, the strings are snapping, the hair is messy, and the eyes are flowing, for three thousand years. The Buddha sleeve is wrapped in clothes, the piano sound is light, and the peach blossom feather fan is graceful and carefree. Sit on the pavilion and admire the color of rouge.

5. The willow flute in the pavilion is like autumn water. The flowers withered and disappeared like the wind. Quietly leaning against the railing, the moon shines faintly, and the bleak past sings the hedge. In the dead of night, the wind shakes the candle and the shadow is red. The moonlight on the west wing of a window is bright, and you can't escape the loneliness and lock the clear autumn. The cool breeze drips like water, rippling slightly, swaying my heart shallowly, and I quietly listen to the whisper of a fallen flower.

6. Along the way, the scenery along the way, the flowers bloom and fall, the world is cold and warm, the tenderness is silent, and the wind blows away the gathering and parting! A grain of sand can be seen at the bottom of the sea. A waiter who has been drunk for thousands of years can see all over the world with a drop of water. Both sadness and joy melt into rain and tears. A person and a disabled person can see clearly. After thousands of years, how can they forget?

7. Who is wandering around the buildings and who is waiting by the ancient road? Looking back on the Millennium, one hundred years of loneliness. Lonely who accompany, lonely who * * *. Past life's brush shoulder, this life's meeting. Love flies in the wind and loves to play in the rain. Once wishful thinking, once infatuated, woke up with the wind. At this moment: love is silent, love is silent. Tears moistened my eyes and filled my heart.

8. Looking back on past lives, this life has become attached, and the world of mortals is rolling, who can follow! The so-called Iraqis, water side, hard to rely on, tears flow thousands of times! A person leaning against the window, the bright moon in the sky, looking around, a person sad! Love is hard to cut, lovesickness is hard to break, I think about it day and night, and I look forward to it every night! Magpie in the branches, with sadness, hopeless heart, tears spilled on the skirt! Time flies, how can it be wasted? Beauty is easy to get old, but how to flow? If you are interdependent, don't leave!

9. The breeze remains the same, and the piano sounds like Xiao Suyun. Learn to chant words with ink, and dance with pen and ink. The origin of ups and downs, gathering and dispersion. Today, there are thousands of chapters and tens of thousands of words, which are sad and hurt. Every word is as cold as ice. Just because the fate of dust is like a dream, the mirror is full of flowers, leaving only a few pages on today's plain notes, indifferent to flowers. Perhaps, a thousand years later, in a dusty wind, there is only one woman singing clearly in the wind.

10. Strolling at night, scattering mottled and broken shadows. The wind passed through the window, with a hint of coolness, and brushed a strand of long hair. A little mist and dew fluttered away. Moon cycle, like a dream, lightly stepping on Leng Yan for half a month, leading a totally clean life, walking lightly with his hands on his back, and sitting in front of the mirror tired of dressing. Plain and warm, thin and indifferent, cutting a monologue that is constantly confusing. Golden times, let me be warm and beautiful.

1 1. Recite the poem of the bright moon, sing gentle and graceful chapters, sing the lyrics of the breeze in a low voice, build a magnificent and prosperous life, shine on the ancient Buddha with blue lights, and play a graceful farewell. It's raining and misty. Luan Feng left, leaving Ming Sheng alone. Peach blossoms are ruined when they are drunk. Running water, bleak monologue, a yellow flower broken by rain, lovesickness all my life. I've been wandering around for half my life and I've been sad all my life. I don't think Qian Fan is over. I went to Qiu Lai in spring, and all the leaves and flowers fell.

Pointing to the falling flowers, the rain is turning into butterflies, and the lingering dream of wind and smoke, I know the pain under a roll of Sanskrit. Brocade is boundless, fragrant flowers are diffuse, and it is gorgeous for generations. Jin Ge condensed the moment of youth, romantic, fragrant and lingering sleeves, and pipa flicked solo.

13. Autumn is divided into three points, one is falling flowers, and the other is red dust. It is a vain dream to ponder over it carefully. Lonely lamp shadow, Leng Yue is like frost. When I dream about it, my tears will flow lightly, like watery eyes, my lips will light up and a melody will intoxicate me. Spring has gone, autumn will be over, how sad the wind and rain are, geese return to the south, people do not return, and rain falls in the depths of falling flowers. Looking back, it seems that the road is bleak, the night rain is dim and the light will be very low. Just a few ethereal dreams outside the dream, and how much sorrow.

14. Pink, green, tender and dark blue is freehand, splashing with autumn yellow. Just like the lotus is smiling, but it's beautiful. Falling in the clouds on the cloud platform, the core is exposed to less dust. Let a hundred flowers blossom, let a hundred flowers blossom, and it is hard to mourn after the bleak frost. The curtain can't roll up the butterfly in the west wind, and the rain is buried in the snow such as Dongshan. I didn't see enchanting flying, but I saw charm and beauty. About Hua Meng's hazy writing, the answer is only left to the world to guess.

15. Prosperity is exhausted, and lead flowers are far away; Ritual is like a dream, and the moon is sunny; Sorrow and sorrow, sorrow and separation; A paper confession, why cry. At the end of the curtain, how much chill dyed the full moon red, covered with desolation, and broke the silence of the night.

A beautiful old saying 1. Walking by the river, watching the bleak clouds under the moon pour out the sorrow of the world, the smoke cage is full of sand in Leng Yue, and the boats near Qinhuai have gone away, making a faint shadow under the moon and dreaming of the New Year. Sitting alone at the door of the attic, watching the dust and hoofbeat on the road, there was a different scene when I came.

2. Once upon a time, I wanted to watch flowers bloom and fall with you, but because of the sadness of reality, I only added a broken dream. How many flowers in the mirror, the moon in the water, trapped in the world of mortals and misty rain, which finally dissipated is the dream or reality? Holding a pen and ink, carrying a piece of paper, solidifying your gentle smile in my heart, who buried you in the end!

3. On the pear blossoms like the spring rain, the pear blossoms dripped among the buildings, and the rain was woven into plain silk. Looking for the rhyme of Momo in the Tang Dynasty, looking for the charm in Zhuo Yi's graceful Song Ci, shallow sadness came to the rain of poetry alone, with classical melancholy. The golden harp has fifty strings, one string and one column sighing for the New Year, and a sense of loneliness of Li Shangyin is folded up, falling into the buildings bit by bit and tied into a word order. There is only one unforgettable concern in the world, and that is unforgettable.

4. The dream in the first case is still strong, which also means that Huadu is drunk. The sun is calm and the shadow is idle. Tan ban Qing ge, pear flower is plain snow. In the thick spring, in the middle of the Mekong River, I have a cloud flower, beautiful and fragrant, if the white lotus flower blooms; You, with a rhyme of both rigidity and softness, are gentle and elegant, like flowing water. On the moonlit night by the river, the painting boat listens to the rain and sleeps, and there is a beautiful reunion. When the moon enters the song fan, the flowers bear the drums. Embroidered pavilions hide spring, and idle windows lock the day. Green plum cooks wine, and the words are the same as before. Deep in the water clouds, misty rain blooms.

There are countless passers-by in life, coming and going, passing by, but nothing can be left. Moment by moment, like a phoenix blowing a baby, like water overflowing an ant nest, it is doomed to die in an instant. Among 3,000 passers-by, there will always be a soul mate who knows each other in this life and meets each other in the next life. I would like to exchange countless flashy moments for an immortal eternity and continue to write an immortal chapter.

6. Looking back at Naihe Bridge for the last time, I turned the last trace of nostalgia for the world of mortals into two lines of clear tears on my pale cheeks. Tears entered Meng Po Tang and stayed in Sansheng Stone and past lives. Many samsaras came to my eyes, frozen for thousands of years, lonely for thousands of years, and everything was silent at that moment. How can we leave in previous lives, meet in this life, and meet again in the afterlife? If you were a dream, you would be a thousand times!

7. This sad misty rain has wet the poetry and painting before the Tang Dynasty and at the end of the Song Dynasty, and how many times have you been infatuated with the world? If life is just like the first sight, why is the autumn wind sad to draw a fan? It's not charming at all It's just that I was a little obsessed. When I was in the water, I met the flower season, but I couldn't resist the years. The lingering of that season carved a pale fleeting time. As the Millennium passed, I missed the letter period. Who is waiting for infatuation?

8. Looking through the autumn waters for thousands of years, have you ever known? I've been clinging to you for thousands of years? Have I ever been your world leader, smelling the faint fragrance, accompanying your dream fragrance and your gentle heart? Trade your heart for mine, and we will know each other and remember each other. With warm spring, * * * degrees of water and clouds. Now, at the two ends of the world, who dreams for life, asking flowers and flowers without words, asking rain and asking rain? Who are you crying for?

9. Spring water is born and spring forest is in full bloom. The spring breeze is ten miles, not as good as you.

10. Those who have taken clothes in late spring, five or six people and six or seven boys, bathed in interpretation, danced in the wind and returned singing.

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