Use beautiful ancient sentences to describe a person who is willing to give his life for another person

No matter how much I do in the world, I can’t compare to a little cinnabar between your brows.

The vast land can be destroyed with one sword, where will the bustling music and songs fall. Leaning against the clouds, thousands of pots hide my loneliness, even if others laugh at me in vain.

I stood alone at the edge of the clouds and water, looking at you, the one I couldn’t ask for, and frostbitten Ubala flowers bloomed in my palms. I have sung such a song all my life, waiting for you to come and join me quietly after all the luster has faded.

When hundreds of thousands of nights are over, who will turn into a blue lamp for me? Who will lean against the door and watch thousands of years of fireworks alone. There are only a few stars falling at night. Who holds the light for me? Who leans against the door and waits alone for a thousand years of loneliness.

Once the spring goes, the beauties grow old, the flowers fall and the people die.

Still water flows deep, and the sound of music plays music; in three lives, the clouds and sunshine wax and wane, and the joys and sorrows of one day come together.

The lights are shining, the voices are dim, and the songs are endless.

Like a beautiful family, the years pass by like a fleeting time. We can’t go back to the past, but we can’t go back to the beginning.

Dark clouds cover the moon, and there are no traces of people. It is indescribable to be so lonely.

This time I left you, it was wind, rain, and night; you smiled, I waved my hand, and a lonely road spread to both ends.

As time goes by, love never ends. The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it.

It seems that these stars are not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand at midnight.

Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking or forgetting, thousands of miles away in a lonely tomb, with no place to express desolation.

Butterflies are beautiful, but after all, butterflies cannot fly across the sea.

Finally, the mist and rain from the south of the Yangtze River covered the world. After letting Hua give up, it was only a moment, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.

Fenghua is a finger of quicksand, and old age is a period of time.

1. Use me to give you three lives of fireworks in exchange for your lifetime of confusion.

2. I am young, and my time is wasted.

3. The street is long and the fireworks are numerous. You turn on the light to look back.

The short pavilion is short and the world is shattered. I sigh again.

4. Who made the string break in the end, the flowers fell on the shoulders, and the flowers fell on the shoulders, and they were in a trance

5. How many beauties were haggard, how many lovesickness was broken, and only the blood was stained with ink and fragrant, and the tombs were littered with tears.

6. The vast land can be destroyed with one sword, where will the bustling music and songs fall. Leaning against the clouds, thousands of pots hide my loneliness, even if others laugh at me in vain.

7. Let him be pure and turbid in everything, and he will fall into reincarnation just because of your smile.

8. I send you a song, no matter where you are at the end of the song.

9. Who burns the smoke and disperses the vertical and horizontal ties.

10. Listen to the broken string and cut off the three thousand obsessions. The falling flowers are obliterated, and the wind is obliterated. If the flower is pity, it falls on whose fingertips.

11. There are trees in the mountains, but the trees have branches. My heart is full of joy, but you don’t know it.

12. Whoever forgets each other will forget first. The overthrown country is the homeland. Ling Ling refused to play, and the shadows were startling.

13. In the past, there were high-rise buildings where people could sing in the morning and sing in the evening, and there were dancing sleeves that would captivate the city and the country.

14. When all the floating flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you.

15. Once the spring goes, the beauty will grow old, and the flowers will fall and people will die.

16. The still water flows deep, and the Sheng plays songs; the clouds and sunshine in the three lives are full of joys and sorrows.

17. The lights are shining, the voices are dim, and the songs are endless.

18. Like a beautiful family, the years pass by like a fleeting time. You can’t go back to the past, but you can’t go back to the beginning.

19. Dark clouds cover the moon, and there are no traces of people. It’s indescribable to be so lonely.

20. This time I left you, it was wind, rain, and night;

You smiled, I waved my hand, and a lonely road spread to both ends. .

21. As time goes by, love never ends. The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it.

22. It seems that these stars are not like last night, for whom the wind and dew set the midnight sun.

23. Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking and unforgettable. A lonely tomb thousands of miles away, with no place to express desolation.

24. Butterflies are beautiful, but after all, butterflies cannot fly across the sea.

25. Finally, the mist and rain from the south of the Yangtze River covered the world. After letting Hua give up, it was only a moment, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.

26. Fenghua is like quicksand, and old age is like a period of time.

27. Mountains and rivers are handed over, and I smile for you.

28. A few moments of lamentation and a few lifetimes of joys and sorrows make me laugh at my fate.

29. After passing through the years, I dream back to watching the fireworks blooming by the Qushui River and the full moon.

30. The fog cleared and I woke up from the dream. I finally saw the reality, which is the silence after thousands of sails have passed.

31. At both ends of life, we stand on the shore of each other.

32. Destiny gathers and dissipates like water, carrying the world on its back, just for a word, waiting for the next meeting.

33. Look at the sky, the earth, the sun and the moon, they are silent and silent; the green mountains and long rivers stretch for generations;

Just like in my heart, you have never left or changed.

34. So be it, the mountains and rivers will never meet again.

35. If you don’t look back, why not forget. Since there is no fate, why make an oath?

Everything today is like water without a trace. Tomorrow and evening, you are no longer a stranger.

36. The heart is slightly moved, but the love is far away. Things are not the same, people are not the same, everything is different, and the past cannot be pursued.

37. Maybe it’s the marriage in the previous life or the fate in the next life. Meeting each other in this life only adds to a fruitless grudge.

38. Year after year, one day after another, one autumn after another, one generation gathers and one parting, one happy and one sad, one couch and one bed, one lifetime and one dream. I'm looking for a group of acquaintances here, and they will get to know each other, play and sing for a while.

39. They are always born in unexpected years. Looking back to the other side. Even though the scene of discovery is long.

40. There is a kind of forbearance that actually contains a kind of power, and there is a kind of silence that is actually a shocking confession.

41. Just looking back at you makes me miss you.

42. Raise a glass and get drunk alone. After drinking, the snow falls, and you feel one year old in confusion.

43. Turn around, a wisp of cold fragrance is far away, the passing snow is deep, and the smile is shallow. Would you like to save me in the next life?

44. One flower and one world, one leaf and one pursuit. A song and a sigh, a lifetime for one person.

45. The fate of the world is always like water, and tears are rarely needed. How can we spend a lifetime of love? Don't be sentimental, for love will hurt yourself.

47. Whoever accepts someone’s disaster becomes someone’s obsession.

48. If you run wild, I will accompany you with wine in this life.

49. If life were just like the first time we met, it would be ordinary.

50. There is a tiger in my heart, and I smell the rose carefully. After the feast, there were tears.

The moon is pale, the wind is miserable, and an ancient pipa song sours the attachment of this life. Longing comes at night, flowing in the sea of ????the moon, filling the night sky. The imprint left by the sound of the sound collides with the stirring in the heart. Tears overflow the eyes, flowing down freely, like a string of music. Weeping like complaining.

Drinking the moon a thousand feet, feeling lovesickness in the silent night, it is difficult to express a single strand of love. Fragments of the past become a lifetime of sadness to be read carefully. The events are unforgettable, and the long-lasting thoughts are torn into threads. I hate that I can't fall asleep at night, and the longing is sprinkled all over the ground. The thin and cold moon is thin, and the details pop up in my eyes, connecting the strands of love.

Tonight; step on the moonlight and let the past fly, falling on every string of the piano, touching the sound like a complaint. The thoughts in the soft arms filled the night, turning into low calls, lingering and lingering into thin and melancholy, hiding in the corner of the night, falling into the light sadness in the arms, swaying into silence.

The lonely star is broken, the residual dream is broken, and the plain clothes are cold. The face in the mirror looks thin under the moon. Looking forward through the curtain makes me full of sadness. I always want to escape those memories about you, return to the ultimate peace, and let my heart be calm and calm. However, the moment I turned around, you forgot the tenderness of thousands of years and planted a lasting wound for me in this life; even the drunkenness of a thousand cups cannot wipe out the sorrows of this life. Inside and outside the scroll, every word is engraved with heart, only one song tells an unchanging story, which fades into the bottom of my heart.

The autumn water lasts for a long time, and the setting sun looks like blood. Looking back, I can't help but smile with sadness and joy. The dreams in the whispers and the tender pity on the pillow are as picturesque as a dream. Your grace and elegance passed through my eyes, turning into a curtain of dreams, falling on the soft moonlit night, gently arousing countless concerns; all kinds of tender affection in the past still graced the center of my eyebrows, lingering gracefully. Qinqin is slightly fragrant; gentleness becomes a poem full of notes, released to the fullest in the night, but there are slight tears on the face.

How can we stay together when we are drunk and forget each other? It is a pity for the silent night, the sparse shadows and the words are desolate. Thousands of years of predestined acquaintance, this life's emotions are melancholy; unable to bear them, there are many sorrows, and tears flow before I want to speak. In the ageless night, I string together your gentle fragments of words, fold them into Tang and Song Dynasties, and pave the way for tonight's words. A kind of love can only be sent in a distant dream, and I turned into a butterfly in the dream, waiting for the moment of dawn in the slender moonlight, dancing.

The flowers fly away from the world, and the building is empty when people leave. Who is the pain for the flowers falling in the dream? The eyes are full of hope and a bit of obsession. I rub myself into the reincarnation, recalling it in the dream where we once met; parting in the tearful flowers; heartbreak in the paleness of the fingertips; fading in the eternal dream. In the desolate sigh of the nightingale, pieces of delicate tenderness are choked and speechless in the poems of the dark night. Let the gentle love of lovesickness float in the wind; let the warm drizzle kiss the coolness on the red lips; let the cold moonlight reflect in the eyes, lingering fragrance.

In the middle of the night, the white gauze is frosted, and dreams linger for thousands of times. In the cold fog and thick smoke, the curtains of flowers are withered. Full of lovesickness, there are many sad words of love. Gathering together, parting, suddenly a dream. Like wind, like frost, like a dream. A tear falling on the rock gave rise to the scars of the past. Perhaps, parting is just a long journey in this life, but the tenderness of three lives and three lives is my love for you in this life, without regrets or resentment.

In this life, I follow the ancient legend and scatter withered petals for you in the tunnel of time. In the short lingering life of this life, the most beautiful memories are strung into melodious melodies, just to commemorate the most gorgeous reunion when the flowers are in full bloom. And I am just a lingering dream forgotten in eternity.

I want to know you and live forever. The mountains have no mausoleums, the rivers are exhausted, the winter thunders tremble, the summer rains and snows, the heaven and the earth are united, but I dare to be with you

The so-called happiness is gorgeous and empty.