Beautiful ancient style and desolate sentences

The yellow spring and the blue sky have gone, and from now on it is divided into two places. It’s a companionship in this life, or a cherishment in the next life. On the road to the end of the world, the soul returns to its hometown. There is no snow or clear sky tonight, no sadness or joy, and the wind blows softly when we look at each other. The spring rain continued all night, the willows outside the inn, the grass on the grass, and the flute played by wild ferrymen. In the past, the world is far away today. The catkins are soft and soft, and the flowing water is full of flying flowers. Since I poured the fine wine over the river and the sky, after washing my face, I found it worthy of a smile. The following are beautiful ancient and desolate sentences that I have compiled and shared for you. Welcome to read and refer to them. Beautiful ancient and desolate sentences

01. The appearance of the whole life, the passing scenery - in the world of mortals, we pass each other, in the end, whose scenery is whose... I only know that when distance is no longer distance When the time comes, we will definitely meet and form water, ice, or dust... I hope you are my most beautiful scenery, and I am your long-awaited homecoming.

02. Longing is the directionless wind that blows away the traces of time. The messy dance steps go through the long four seasons, and become poetry in the warm days. Even if we can't rely on each other closely, we still look forward to the opportunity to get closer to each other. The footsteps that are getting farther and farther, the emotions that are like wounds every inch, in the gap between the tiredness of the heart and the heart, measure a kind of sadness called distance.

03. A bridge is named Naihe; a river is named Wangchuan. By the Sansheng Stone, the beautiful woman is still there. I wish to accompany you for three thousand times of drunken laughter without complaining about separation; recall that the beauty is like jade, and the sword is like a rainbow, shattering the void; regret, every word is sad after flying, and the love is hard to contemplate. The flowers and water in the environment are at your fingertips. He drank Meng Po soup with a smile. She doesn’t shed tears of beauty! The mist and rain are both invincible, and the sky and the earth are equally sad. If there is an afterlife and I fall in love with you, who knows this love!

04. How can a prosperous and prosperous age be worth a cup of wine! The old dream is better than a drunken laugh. The memories are vast and fragrant. Snow comes in the window, there is no moon and no sorrow tonight. Who picked up the snowflakes at the snap of a finger! Who is obsessed with beauty instantly! Who drinks a pot of moonlight! Who is drunk and melancholy? Tears melt into the snow, just like the fleeting years lose youth. I raise a glass and get drunk alone, after drinking the snow, I feel one year old again at a loss... I just sigh that my beloved is gone, and the rest of my life is confused.

05. Flowers on the other shore, flowers bloom on the other shore, who is the beauty from another life, and who is the deep-rooted love in all life? "If I hadn't met you, where would I be? If I hadn't met you, how would I have lived? Will there still be lovesickness that wine can't pour out, and will there still be loneliness that can't be burned away? Will there still be loneliness? Did I meet you by mistake, or did I go to the wrong intersection?

06. The clouds are light and the wind is light, the dark stars are waning, and the moon is waning, soothing my heartache, pale paper, sharp pen tip? , to explain my life of wandering. Walking in song, smiling again and again, one cloud, one wind, one star, one month, one piece of paper, one stroke, one person, one world. Facing the prosperous world, when I wake up from the dream, only sadness remains. After no words for a long time, who will accompany whom in this life, and who will relieve whose sorrow?

07. Whose hair has been messed up by the lonely Gu Chen, whose fleeting years have been promised by the river of three lives. But who on the bridge drank the Meng Po soup and carved this longing, forgetfulness and sadness! The red thread tied wrongly in Yue Lao's hand has gone by for thousands of years, allowing me to miss you endlessly; the butterfly flower has fallen, and I promise you a lifetime. Tenderness; the full moon is missing, the oath is sad, but the flowers bloom in that life and fall in this life.

08. We are all passers-by in this world, who is heartbroken for you? In the vast sea of ??people, who do I stay for? How long can I cherish the scenery of the mirror and the moon? How many people fail to find their true love throughout their lives, and how many people lose themselves in the search. Tears against the broken flowers in the setting sun, let the love of a lifetime turn into the corner of the old eyes

09. The world of mortals is the duckweed drifting in the river, entangling the person who loves it, and the lover refuses to leave Qingyi for a long time. , Just waiting for you who comes late. Resentment, just for that mountain, that water, that person; Love, just for your smile. I don’t know where you are, who are you meeting on the willow branch in the moon? After dusk? This drunken life and dreams will make you drunk with beauty, turning the wine into a song, and charming the whole country with your smile; if you are willing to come, I am willing to dance for you to a beautiful song...

10. When you are drunk, you know the wine is strong, but when you wake up, you will know it. Mengkong, it turns out that it’s painful to see the flowers wither. Who buried the promise of a lifetime in front of your grave? Whose love is painted in the world of mortals? In the end, you can only keep that unchanging face. It's a thousand years to watch. The sky is full of cherry blossoms, but the sadness can't hide the mottled beauty. Who has turned into the flower of the other side for whom?

11. The flowers are withering, and the water is cold, and the people have dispersed. The sleepless autumn night is full of dreams, and the autumn feelings are far away. In the lingering music, my thoughts spread across the vast night sky, and the midnight shadow is in The long wait gradually turns yellow. A person lingers under the cold moonlight, which outlines my many sorrows. Last night's love, my true love, my youthful past, my beauty's lament, it's hard to break, and I want to. Reason, even more chaotic!

12. You are the tenderness of my past life, the fragrance beside my pillow, spreading a fragrance in the moonlight, and warming my lifelong attachment. , thoughts fill my eyebrows. Under the bright moon, I am still the same woman in my dream, with long hair and colorful clothes, dancing and making shadows. And thousands of miles away, are you stroking the sword and chanting, your white clothes are better than the snow, and your smile is pure.

13. Mo Ge Festival, lovesickness without crying, don’t be sad, just sadness, a ray of heartache, searching for half a life, not seeing each other so close, not forgetting in the end of the world, how to think about it.

Drinking is also sad, but it is sadness. The most affection is strong, but it is like parting and not meeting again. I am in ecstasy and miss you. The face is thin with frost, the figure of the beauty is hazy, I can't hold it. The gentle hand of the past is still there, it is unfinished. , but the ending has come to an end. After three thousand years of glory, the two lives have never crossed paths, only the dusty roads are messed up...

14. There are dreams in the world of mortals, the years are blurred, and it is embarrassing to write idle poems and worry about poems. Chanting cuts off the youthful moment, only increasing the sadness, imprisoning the sorrow stained on the clothes; the beauty is old, the fragrance is scattered, and the years are fleeting; the rouge is stained with ashes, burying the soul of the flower, the sword is folded and the blade is broken, and the passion is broken; the love is there Thousands of knots turned into paper cranes, sending whose thoughts? I hate that there is a faint sorrow, which turns into a green lamp, and whose Bodhi is fully realized.

15. Once the spring goes, the beauty will grow old, and the flowers will fall and people will die. The still water flows deep, and the Sheng plays songs; the clouds and sunshine in the three lives are full of joys and sorrows. The lights are shining, the voices are dim, and the songs are endless, beacons of war in troubled times. Like beautiful flowers, time flies like a fleeting time. We can go back to the past, but we cannot go back to the beginning. Dark clouds cover the moon, there are no traces of people around, it’s indescribable how lonely it is!

16. Entering the world of mortals, just because of the temperament born of mist and rain, speaking of the world of mortals, just because of loving all the emptiness of mist and rain, sighing in the world of mortals, just because of seeing the desolation of mist and rain. Love the world of mortals, but love that the world of mortals is as misty and misty as rain; look forward to the world of mortals, but cannot hope that the world of mortals is as cold as mist and rain; hate the world of mortals, but cannot hate that the world of mortals is chaotic as mist and rain; hate the world of mortals, but cannot help but the world of mortals as misty and rainy. . . . In the mist and rain of the mortal world, there are little tears from people leaving.

17. Thinking about this life, the wind and smoke pass by, holding the world of mortals in hand, day and night, condensing the words into love. We are dependent on each other, like a flower, you are the warmth that I keep alone, you are not negative, and the prosperous lips are lingering. That day, the sky was dark and gloomy, just like my mood. I stepped on the broken sentiments, closed my eyes, and couldn't remember your complete smile. The thousand-year world of mortals, at this moment, a lingering sadness appeared, and my world began to snow.

18. Listening to the piano while drunk, smiling and chanting poems, leaving a mark of sorrow for half a lifetime. The past is fleeting, the next life is green and crisp, and the world of mortals sheds tears of love. I wandered around looking at my hometown several times, thinking about my beautiful face, and my dreams were just like before. Who doesn't want to leave traces of memory in an instant? Who is willing to say goodbye to my beloved, cherishing the past reincarnation, clear frost and noisy Khotan, fragile oaths, forgetting the ripples of the river, and the sweetness of the heart, but the ruins, the love has passed for thousands of years, vaguely revolving, the old fate of the mortal world.

19. In this life, you are me, the confidante who has been forgotten for thousands of years. You are me, stained with the world of mortals, and scattered with sad thoughts. Destinations arise and perish, we pass each other by, who fell in love with my city, whose heart I betrayed, from then on, that face was forgotten to the end of the world, and we never looked at each other. If I miss a season with you, it will be the time when the flowers fall. Dressed in red, her skirts fluttering, and her tender sleeves fluttering out, it's as if she's throwing out thousands of years of the past.

20. Look, who is sitting under the Bodhi tree, counting the fallen flowers that reincarnate season after season. The soft murmurs, rustling sighs, and gurgling lovesickness charm Rouge's coquettish youth. Listen, who is playing a sad string sound in the three thousand mortal world. Who is it, intoxicated in the mist and red dust, writing the wind, flowers, snow and moon in the world with the fragrance of ink? A Tang poem, a Song poem, a flute music, ripples of the nostalgia of the past and present life.

21. On that day, you were the end of the world and I was the corner of the sea. They looked at each other and felt hopeless that they could not depend on each other. In that life, you were the bright moon and I was the clear spring. Their shapes and shadows were incompatible with each other and could not be intertwined. Wrong; in that life, you were by the Qingshui River and I was by the Naihe Bridge; you called deeply and I felt deep affection. Three lives with beautiful hair, a lifetime of care, we are not a fairy tale after all, and you are just a comic that I have missed in my whole life.

22. The good wind is like water, and the bright eyes are like the moon. A lonely scene is still sweet to recall. Suddenly, when I look back, I see the shadow of the moon and the ripples in the water, wondering what is going on in my mind now. While talking and laughing, a little calmness can hardly conceal a broken heart.

23. Traveling through the world of mortals, it’s hard to understand the meaning of lovesickness in the music of the zither. I lower my eyebrows and whisper, but it’s hard to let go of lovesickness. I shed tears in the world of mortals. There are thousands of flowers and trees on the other side. I can see through the autumn water, but I can’t see the ferry boat. In the world left behind, that faint sigh hurt the soft mind. I will post my sad thoughts in the eternal poems, and use the reincarnation of thousands of years to sing and sing for you. Let that wisp of longing fill your heart and make you dream for thousands of years...

24. A wisp of green smoke curls up, a green leaf touches the water, and catkins flutter. Life is as floating as a dream, as quiet as still water, and does not care about feelings and sorrows. I only wish you well. The wind and frost in the past life, and the resentment in this life. Regardless of rain or snow, I just want to be ordinary and drunk, to make up for the half-life wandering, and say goodbye to the lifelong resentment. The scars all over my body are peeling off, waiting for the phoenix's nirvana. I wish I could be desolate and send you a piece of paper. I wish I could be tangled in clothes in this life.

25. In the twilight of the waning moon, I dance alone in the evening wind; the red dust on the street is shattered by the wind; my fingertips are dyed with sorrow, and the red ink pen is painted. The beauty is like a dream, the flowers are broken, and the glory of the whole life is gloomy. Life is like a dream, the fireworks are easy to get cold, the dreams are easy to fall, and the passion dances at any time. The floating life is not drunk, and the love of the whole life is cut off. By the weak water of Sansheng, staring into the distance, on the edge of reincarnation. Asking with a smile who is the ferryman, talking drunkenly about how long the fate will last again, sighing about the love in this world.

26. The wind is quiet, the water is cold, the hibiscus is all over the city, the peonies are fragrant, the morning sun is drinking dew, the willows are fluttering in the sleeves, the Xiaoxiang evening rain is like a hanging curtain, greedy for the red lips, Li Xiao is at the desk, the flowers are on the shadow wall, the evening breeze in the bamboo forest , sending each other off with a piece of paper, singing and dancing about the jade, soaking in the fragrance of half a cup of tea, seeing a life of wandering, sighing at the rain and lotus collecting dew, and complaining that the green face is stained by wind and frost, the cinnabar is dotted with fat, and the dark eyes convey love, whose order is it? In the prosperous and prosperous age, whose pen and ink were used to divine the hexagram for whom? Drunk tonight, the fleeting years have changed; recalling the past, light ink and plain paper. The cocoon of love turns into a butterfly. The butterfly breaks into pieces for the flowers, but the flowers fly with the wind.

Singing a few words in a low voice, I asked drunkenly what year it is today?

27. Leaning alone on the balcony with tears streaming down my face, I talk about love alone on Chinese Valentine's Day. I don’t ask whether you will grow old, but I hope there will be no separation for the rest of my life. Words are easy to hurt; wine is easy to get drunk. Astringent tears, sweet smile. It's just that the flowers fall on the Chinese Valentine's Day night and fold into a play. It hurts for a moment and is forgotten for a season. Empty memories disturb the silence. The smile is gone, and I feel lonely. Thinking about Hua Nian, it suddenly seems like a dream. Just like running water, it never returns. Don’t cry goodbye, don’t complain about final sorrow.

28. If I am just a passer-by in your vast sea of ??people, can you not let me be obsessed with you? If, I am just the decoration of your flowery years, can you not let me be intoxicated? If I am just the starting point of your half-life wandering, can you not let me leave? If I am just a dispensable firework for you, can you not let me be broken? I can’t see the ending of the story. Who is waiting for me in the ancient city of Misty Rain? The flowers fall silently and fall all over the ground. Do you know whose feelings you have hurt? Whose heart was broken?

29. The moon is silent and people are still the same, and the years have gone through several reincarnations in the world. I can't stop talking, looking at the vast world of mortals and the misty rivers! I don’t understand how to correct and implement the constant entanglement between each other, like a frozen scene. The long feelings, the pain again and again, the touching again and again, looking back, it is just a dream.

30. The autumn wind is clear and the autumn moon is bright. The fallen leaves gathered and dispersed, and the jackdaws roosted again. We know the day when we meet each other, but it is hard to be in love at this time and night. When you enter the door of my lovesickness, you know that my lovesickness is painful. Long lovesickness makes you remember each other, but short lovesickness lasts forever. I had known that it would be such a troubling thing, why would I not have known each other in the beginning.

31. The mist and rain in the world of mortals are filled with tears of separation. The endless thoughts are as numerous as the mist and rain, and the endless sighs of love are as mixed as the world of mortals. Dancing on a moonlit night, I can't hide my sadness, my love is so deep, how can I leave it to others? With light green makeup, her body was like a paper sign, and her heart was as thin as a cicada's wings. The moment she regained consciousness, there was only a faint pain and a touch of emotion. Who should have had the fate in this life? Who is destined to renew this life and the past life with whom? If you seek this life, where can you seek the next life?

32. The long love of that life composed a song of long lovesickness. How desolate it became, how much green hair covered it, how much smoke and rain it turned into, and how much worldly love it blew away! It's sad, but in this life, I can only be your passer-by. I make you remember by chance, and then forget it. In this way, the plot of our life is repeated. In the end, when we disperse, all that is left is the one who was The past blown away by the wind, and the past that cannot be forgotten...

33. If a beauty has a dream, then a gentleman can interpret it; if a gentleman has words, then a beauty can listen; when all prosperity is gone, it must come to an end. They all become mist and rain, with the flowers fading and the moon bending. I am as lonely as smoke, and you, sitting alone like a lotus, the evening breeze quietly penetrates through the window lattice, leaving a pain of ice and clear bones, wrapped in a plain and light worry, when will you be able to read those passionate eyes.

34. In the depths of the mortal world, whoever is passing by, accidentally tramples the fragrance of flowers all over the ground, staining your feathers; in the reincarnation of the world, who stands by the water, looking back inadvertently, scattered in the wind. The sweet smile in her words makes your eyes drunk. How many times have the nights been deep and shallow, and how many times have flown in and out? For whom did you smile lightly, and for whom did you draw eyebrows and makeup? Who is leaning on the sword at the end of the world after the world of mortals has dispersed, and who is gazing quietly by the water...

35. There are many flowers on the other side, blooming for a thousand years and falling for a thousand years. The flowers and leaves do not meet each other, love Not because of cause and effect, fate is destined to life and death, glitz and vicissitudes, after all, there are too many injuries. The noise and silence cannot escape the 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!

36. A melodious piece of music conveys the joys and sorrows of the world. A touch of vicissitudes of life fills the sleeves, leaving no trace of worldly sentiments. Dance a lifetime of prosperity between your fingers, and play a romantic and melancholy song. Carry a bright moon and a wisp of breeze through the dust and smoke of thousands of years. The delicate fingers of loneliness slide over the sadness of the soul, showing how much affection remains. How many smiles and tears flowed, and suddenly I looked back, and in a dream, I spent all my life's tenderness and poetry, but when I looked back in confusion, I had already lost you.

37. A mountain can’t separate two people from missing each other, and a world can’t separate them from each other without words. I will miss you for three lifetimes, drink that bowl of Mengpo soup alone, and bury myself in the mountain. Between your bones, listen quietly to the trickling water, and the gentle breeze dancing with the falling flowers! Listen to the wind sing, it can't finish my lifelong thoughts, and the long flowing water can't finish my lifetime love.

38. Whose tears fall in memories in the years, and whose sadness falls in the past in time. The past is like smoke, and I don’t know whose lovesickness has drifted away; the memories like dreams, I don’t know who has drifted away and whose waiting has drifted away. He is also persistent, no matter how much pain he has suffered. Flowers bloom in one lifetime, and they are glitzy in half a lifetime. Time flies, and how many people follow the flow of time. If you turned into the wind, if I turned into the rain, two drops of tears hanging in the air, as thin as cicada wings!

39. How many passers-by in the world of mortals, how many clouds and smoke of the past, dispersed at the end of the world with the word of farewell. Colorful butterflies dance on the sleeves of water in the breeze, and warm jade produces smoke and harp geometry; in dreams, incense is sold out and beautiful people dream, and at dawn the moon rises and they are still human; by the Qinhuai River, mandarin ducks are drunk, and osmanthus flowers fly in the palace in the sky. Drunken eyes, tears stained the beautiful face. The word "heart" is still missing, love is stranded, and life is separated, but I can never leave it behind, and I will always leave my thoughts in those fleeting years.

40. In the dream, whose jade flute is sentimental and whose singing is melodious? The clear sound is like the sound of nature in the world, and the echo flows through the flowing water, across the mountains, and falls in the wind hundreds of times.

Silks of tenderness are like flowers falling all over the sky, petals flying over the beauty, falling on the pillow, and transforming into thousands of pieces in dreams. When I hear the place where I forget my love, I drink three-thirds of the running water and seven-quarters of the spring scenery, and the wine is very sweet.

41. The beautiful woman is wearing red makeup under the moonlight, but I don’t know who hurt her. The birds are still in pairs, singing busy to each other. I couldn't help but burst into tears. The beautiful woman sings alone in the moonlight, and only the lonely shadow lingers. Lying under the willow leaf skirt. People say that if two people love each other forever. Naihe and your wife have a dream together. The man in the play is heartbroken, and he is thinking secretly in his dream. Ask yourself who is spinning the mandarin duck in your hand. Looking back at the lonely shadow under the moon, the sky is becoming blurry, and the falling flowers are surrounding me. Let you admire Yi Hongzhuang alone.

42. I can’t bear to be the master of prosperity, but I can’t bear to listen to the music of prosperity. The painful lovesickness ignited another kind of loneliness. The love that has been bumpy for several lifetimes will finally stop in the sorrow of parting. The beautiful long shadow of parting has widened the distance between us. On this bank, you are on the opposite side of the river, and I can only stand across from you. Mist says hello to you, you step on my heart with determined steps, and then leave.

43. The yellow spring has gone and the blue sky has fallen, and it will be divided into two places from now on. It’s a companionship in this life, or a cherishment in the next life. On the road to the end of the world, the soul returns to its hometown. There is no snow or clear sky tonight, no sadness or joy, and the wind blows softly when we look at each other. The spring rain continued all night, the willows outside the inn, the grass on the grass, and the flute played by wild ferrymen. In the past, the world is far away today. The catkins are soft and soft, and the flowing water is full of flying flowers. Since I poured the fine wine over the river and the sky, after washing my face, I found it worthy of a smile.

44. When the prosperity comes to an end and time is shattered, I see a place of sadness in front of the defeated flowers. All the vows of eternal love are not as good as the fateful night, and the prosperity ends with incompleteness. Who is watching over the horizon for whom? Who for whom has lost sight of the way back, and for whom the brocade blossoms into flowers and scatters into rain? I chanted softly in my heart and dare not forget it. I make my last wish before reincarnation. Is there anyone who can wait for one minute in exchange for my lifetime expectations?

45. It is best not to meet each other, so as not to fall in love. It's better not to know each other, so you don't miss each other. It's better not to accompany each other, so that you don't owe each other. It's better not to cherish each other, then you can forget about each other. It's better not to fall in love, so you can never abandon each other. It is best not to make mistakes, so that there will be no negative consequences. It is best not to depend on each other, so you can not depend on each other. It is better not to meet each other, then we can not get together. Life is shocking every step, love is heartbreaking every step.

46. Flowers bloom on the other side. They grow in spring, stand up leaves in summer, bloom in autumn, and retreat in winter. The flowers and leaves will never be seen again. The flowers and leaves of the flower on the other side protect each other, stay with each other, know each other, miss each other, love each other, and never see each other. The flowers and leaves of the flower on the other side cause and effect each other. They are in love with each other. They are in love with each other. They are reincarnated. They are destined to live and die.

47. That year, that month, that time, have passed quietly. That feeling, that love, that lovesickness, have lasted for thousands of years. The mountains, the water, and the sound of the piano have gradually become clearer. The river, the bank, and both sides are devastated. The figure standing on my shore is still upright. The sound of the piano is gentle. Who was it, playing a perfect piece of music that buried me in the world of mortals!

48. If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan sadly? It is easy to change people's hearts, but they say that people's hearts are easy to change. The words of Lishan are gone till midnight, and the rain and bells at night end without complaint. How lucky is the brocade clothes, the wings and branches are connected to each other as I wish that day. Love does not have to last forever, the fragrance floats just right, ruthlessness does not necessarily mean determination, I just want you to remember: each other's smiles when we first met.

49. In the mist of the world, who disturbed the old dream of youth; when the dust has settled, who expressed the feelings of parting. Dance in a red dress with sleeves fluttering, and play a sad red building. Listen, the sound of the flute in the distance is long, but the love is so sad. Look, the water is flowing nearby, but it is a pity that the suffering is like a dream. Who has seen through the world of mortals, who has made the words shallow, and who can extinguish the fireworks in this world?

50. Life is a fate, from the beginning to the end, from nothing to something, from something to nothing. Although it is destined to disappear, but there are numerous noises, coming, loving and pain. After that, he smiled innocently, so he had no regrets. As time goes by, youth is exhausted, and there is a lot of melancholy and confusion, just because the cutting is continuous and the reason is still broken. This feeling and scene are all like a dream, my heart and mind are moving, just to pursue this incomprehensible fate.