Classical ancient mood phrases in aesthetics

1, drunk and forgotten, why bother; Pity the quiet night, the shadows are bleak. We have known each other for thousands of years and love each other in this life; If you can't move, you will have a lot of worries, and tears will flow first. On a young night, string your warm words together and fold them into Tang and Song Dynasties, laying a good foundation for tonight's writing. A kind of love can only be sent in a dream, and I, like a butterfly in a dream, dance in the slender moonlight, waiting for the dawn.

2. Buddha said: Looking back 500 times in the past life, only for passing by in this life. Once in my life, there were many incense in my last life. Holding hands is fate, looking back is fate; Life is predestined, and love is predestined; If there is an afterlife, the afterlife is also fate. Life is made up of countless predestinations; Let you knot and untie. Cherish the fate, follow the fate, and you can see the origin and end with the Buddha's heart.

That year, Na Yue, that time has passed quietly. That love, that love, that acacia, has been tactfully for thousands of years. The mountain, the water and the sound of the piano gradually became clear. Rivers, banks and banks have been devastated. My figure standing on the shore is still tall and straight. Piano sounds euphemistic. Who is that, playing a stunning song and burying me in the world of mortals!

4, meet in love, this life is destined to begin. Attachment is like water Looking back, the years are still quiet. That tranquility is a flower's smile to another flower, and I just miss it in time. Just for your deep look back, one song after another. Whether the years will grow old. With you in the world of mortals, my soul will always be tied in your dream and accompany you for thousands of years …

The world of mortals is duckweed drifting in the stream, entangled with people who love dust. The Iraqis refused to retreat to Tsing Yi for a long time, just waiting for the late arrival. Resentment, only for that person in that mountain and that water; Love, just for your beautiful smile. I wonder where you live. Willow branches on the moon, who do you meet after dusk? This drunken dream attracts a drunken beauty, treats wine as a song and laughs at the whole country; If you want to come, Iraqis will dance for you …

6. Flowers on the other side, flowers on the other side, grow in spring, stand in summer, bloom in autumn, wither in winter, and never see flowers and leaves. The flowers and leaves on the other side protect each other, stay together, know each other, love each other and never meet each other. Flowers on the other side, flowers and leaves are mutually causal, love each other, wrong, reborn, born together, doomed to life and death.

7. Shengshi, how to exchange a glass of wine for me! Let bygones be bygones. If you don't laugh, don't get drunk once. Memories are boundless and poppies smell sweet. Snow enters the window, and there is no moon and no sorrow tonight. Who picked up the snowflake! Who is crazy about beauty! Somebody drink a pot of moonlight! Who is three feet drunk and worried! Tears dissolve the snow, just like the fleeting time has lost its youth. Raise a glass and get drunk, drink all the snow, and be at a loss for another year ... only sigh that Iraqis have gone, and the rest of my life is endless.

8, the long Huai looks broken, and the wind and rain turn into tears. A little sadness turns into running water. Swallows fly together, close at hand. This life is full of dreams, and spring is always charming. I have nothing to say to the sky, and I hope to get drunk.

9. The wind is like water and the eyes are like the bright moon. Lonely scenery, fresh in my memory. Looking back suddenly, the moon shadow is playing with love and looking at what's on her mind now. Talking and laughing, a little calm, it is difficult to hide a broken heart.

10, drunk listening to the piano, laughing at poetry, leaving a sigh for the rest of my life. The past life is faint, the afterlife is crisp, and the world of mortals loves tears. Wandering in the countryside several times, I thought of Yu Yan and went back to the past. Who doesn't want to, the moment is eternal, and the memory leaves traces? Who wants to say goodbye to Iraqis forever? I cherish the past round of frost removal, fragile vows, forgetting Sichuan without waves. My heart is broken, but I have no choice. My love has passed away for thousands of years, vaguely turning around, with the old world of mortals.

1 1, as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade, but the enemy is fleeting; If the heart is like a rock, it can't beat the clouds. There are too few people in this world who care about each other, and too many people in the Jianghu forget each other. Some people who have loved deeply regard the morning and evening as everlasting, and regard a moment as a lifelong love. So I agreed, so I hope to hold your hand and grow old with my son.

12, a Millennium reincarnation, whose eyes are fascinated by the world of mortals? Whose yesterday did you get in this luxurious world? A tunnel through time and space, a wave of wandering past lives. Inadvertently lost in the journey, I once again returned to Jiangnan in my dream. On that day, peach blossoms were flying and green silk was blowing willows. Qian smiled and looked at half makeup. Caressing a song, whose heart has been intoxicated by the lyre for thousands of years? Confused, I was shocked by that glance, fell into that glance, and sank for a thousand years.

13, we are all passers-by in the world of mortals, I am fascinated by you? Who broke my heart for me? The vast sea of people, who am I staying for? Who is waiting for me? How long can the scenery of the hidden moon be treasured? The world of mortals smiles, how many people have never found their true love all their lives, and how many people have lost themselves in the search ... tears at the flowers in the sunset, making the love of life become a withered corner of their eyes.

14, if I am just a passer-by in your vast sea of people, can I not be obsessed? If I'm just an ornament to you, can you keep me from getting drunk? If I am just the starting point of your half-life displacement, can you not let me leave? If I'm just your dispensable fireworks, can I not break them? Can't see the end of the story, misty rain ancient city, who is waiting for me? Flowers bloom silently and fall all over the ground. Hurt who? Who broke your heart?

15, how many mortals pass by, how many clouds pass by, you say goodbye, and the world will be scattered. Butterfly water sleeve dance breeze, Wen Yusheng smoke piano geometry; In the dream, the dream of selling incense to Iraqis is still the same, and abortion is still the same; Yuanyang drunk beside Qinhuai River, osmanthus flying in the palace. Drunk eyes, tears make people look good. My heart is still missing, my love is stranded and my life is scattered, but I can't leave that summer, and I will always leave my thoughts in that fleeting time.

16, the face of a lifetime, the scenery that passed by-in the red dust, we passed by, in the end, who is whose scenery ... I only know that when distance is no longer distance, we will meet, form water, condense into ice, or turn into dust ... I hope you are my most beautiful scenery, and I am the person you have been waiting for.

17, leaning on the balcony alone, crying, loving Iraq alone on Tanabata. Don't ask your husband to grow old together, but ask for eternity. Words are easy to hurt; Wine gets drunk easily. Sese tears, sweet smile. It's just that the flowers fall on Qixi night and turn into a play. In an instant, I forgot the season. Empty memories disturbed the silence. The smile is gone, and Qian Qian is absolutely lonely. Missing China for many years is like a dream. Like running water, it's gone forever. Don't leave crying, don't complain about the last sadness.

18, who watches for whom becomes an eternal monument, who condenses into tears for whom for thousands of years. Who guards the Sangtian Sea for whom, who guards the night until the day. Who boils moss into white hair for whom, who consumes youth into flowers for whom. Who made who laugh, who made who cry, who held whose hand, who married who? It doesn't matter who is who, whether you know the answer or not, don't try to be yourself!

19, the yellow sky falls, and it is split in two from now on. Is this life to accompany, or cherish the afterlife. Tianya Road, the soul returns to its hometown. Tonight, there is no snow, no sunshine, no sorrow and no joy. The two sides look at each other, and the wind is light and the clouds are light. One night, the spring rain dawned, the willow outside the stack, the wormwood on the stranger, and the flute in the wild. In the past, the world was far away, the catkins were light and soft, and the water was flying. Since I poured the wine on Jiang Tian, I washed the gift. It turned out to be a smile.

20. Who lingers beside the building and who waits beside 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.

2 1, autumn wind is clear, autumn moon is bright. When the fallen leaves are scattered, the habitat in western Western jackdaw is full of surprises. It's embarrassing to meet each other on blind dates; When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick and bitter. Looking back, I am lovesick and infinite. If I had known this, I wouldn't have known him.

22. Who did you thank for the bonus? The leaves are green. Who is it? Who is cold in the moon? The wind dispersed. Who is it? Flowers bloom in one season and wither in another. Trees spit green and the ground turns yellow. A hook of Leng Yue is full of lovesickness! After all, it is a reincarnation of past lives, and I can only accept my fate if I don't want to. I really don't care, I just can't do it. So, I forgot when I walked along the way, and I turned back frequently all the way, unwilling, unwilling, and unbearable …

23. When the prosperity is exhausted and the time is broken, I see a sadness before the fallen flowers. All vows are not as good as fate, and the ending of prosperity and transformation is incomplete. Who sees the world for whom? Who is looking for who to go home, and who is making flowers for whom and scattering them in the rain? I muttered in my mind, afraid to forget. Make one last wish before reincarnation. Has anyone exchanged a minute's waiting for my life's expectation?

24, the heart is like the sea, love is like a flower, who has been wrongly blamed for infatuation? Who is to blame for the tears of beautiful women? Who is it, singing in the ear; who is it? Pledge of eternal love Surging, my heart seems to have returned to that year. You and I are holding hands, leaning against each other and strolling on this faint ancient road. Now, the years have passed, dreams are like fog and electricity, and there is no regret in my life. Love is everywhere, and beauty is in an instant.

25. In this life, you are my confidante who has forgotten for thousands of years. You are me, dyed red and dispelled all my sad thoughts. Origin and fate, passing by, who dumped my city, whose heart I lost, from then on, I forgot the end of the world and never had the face to face it again. With you, missing a season is the season of falling flowers. Dressed in red, the skirt is fluttering, and the smooth sleeves are thrown out, as if throwing out a thousand years of the past.

26, the lone star is broken, the dream is broken, and the clothes are cold. Yan in the mirror, looking through the curtains under the thin moon, is full of sadness in expectation. I always want to avoid those memories about you, return to the final peace, and make my heart calm and calm. However, at the moment of turning your head, you forgot the tenderness of the Millennium and planted an unforgettable injury for me in this life; If you are drunk, you will be drunk and have endless worries in this life. Inside and outside the volume, every word is engraved in my heart, but only one song sings the same story and fades into my heart.

27, the moon is still silent, and the years have turned several times in the world. It's hard not to talk when you look at the world of mortals and misty rain river! I don't know how to correct my mistakes, just like a frozen picture. Feelings are long, and those pains and feelings again and again are just an empty dream in retrospect.

28. I can't bear to be a prosperous Lord, nor can I bear to listen to his songs. Painful lovesickness has ignited another kind of loneliness, which has frustrated the love of generations and will eventually stop at the picture of parting. The beautiful parting long shadow opened our distance. This shore, you are on the other side of the river, and I can only say hello to you through the fog. You insisted on stepping on my heart and leaving.

29, bitter wind and cold water, lotus peony fragrance, morning drink nectar, kiss xiu weak willow, xiaoxiang dusk rain, just like hanging curtains, lust for red lips, Li Xiao bent over his desk, flower shadow wall, bamboo forest evening breeze, a piece of paper, singing and dancing jade, soaking half a cup of tea fragrance, watching the world drift away, sighing and dew, complaining about blue color. Drunk tonight, time has passed; Memories of the past, simple notes. The pupa becomes a butterfly, and the butterfly breaks into a flower, but the flower flies with the wind. Sing a few whispers and get drunk and ask what year it is today.

30, nectar and dew, waiting for autumn, hurting the sad soul, picking flowers at dusk, sighing and breaking the temple. Standing alone under the moon, we were inseparable. A blue lamp looks at flowers, a lonely crescent moon bends, the ground is chaotic, it blooms instantly, and it is lost in the throbbing mood. Years are buried under the rain of phoenix trees, madly in love with your 3,000 hair.

3 1, Los Angeles is silent, the pen is ruined, the dance is devoted to dust, the quicksand is flying, the rain in Qinhuai is melancholy, the ink is warm in Ike, and the Qin Dynasty is bright, moving over the female wall, Cangyang Jiacuo, shaking music. When the window blows late, the waning moon sets, stepping on the shadow shakes the whole city, dreaming brilliantly, falling to the ground, touching the pain you left behind, and unconsciously wetting the tears in the corner of your eyes.

32, pen flowers, shallow scars, plain ink, with makeup, tears in the eyes, laughing cold and residual, lightly drunk, comforting vicissitudes of life, rocking the boat, boating on the lake, a wisp of light smoke, fishing alone in the cold river to avoid snow, layers of ripples, gradually dispersed, light pen, still for you, fill the gap.

33, bitter wind and cold water, the whole city of hibiscus, peony fragrance, morning dew drunk, willow leaves pale, Xiaoxiang dusk rainy, just like hanging curtains, lust for lips and teeth, Li Xiao sat at the table, making a flower screen, bamboo forest evening breeze, sent a piece of paper, singing and dancing like jade, soaked in half a cup of tea fragrance, watching life-long displacement, sighing Yu He residual dew, complaining about blue face stained with wind and frost. Drunk tonight, time has passed; Memories of the past, simple notes. The pupa becomes a butterfly, and the butterfly breaks into a flower, but the flower flies with the wind. Sing a few whispers and get drunk and ask what year it is today.

34, nectar and dew, waiting for autumn, hurting the sad soul, picking flowers at dusk, sighing and breaking the temple. Standing alone under the moon, we were inseparable. A blue lamp looks at flowers, a lonely crescent moon bends, the ground is chaotic, it blooms instantly, and it is lost in the throbbing mood. Years are buried under the rain of phoenix trees, madly in love with your 3,000 hair.

35. The immortal elegance under the Green Monument is a splendid lonely time. The dead butterfly in the petals, with broken wings, danced when young. Whose blood and tears are buried underground, whose story is changing in troubled times. A thousand years of tears, eternal love, endless, but a person's world. The empty city is shrouded in smoke and dust, and under the ruins, the lonely soul is free to learn the next peerless myth.

36, point crimson lips, want to say rest, whisper huazhang, leave a person with a flat pen, get drunk, but the flowers can be picked, a few lights, lazy night, lingering past lives, wind and frost pressing plum, rubbing the blue window, shaking the folding fan, steaming the blue and white headrest, a roll of curtains, worrying about the years.

37, the human language, Suzhou City, sad que heartbroken, red embroidery adds fragrance, beans Kounian, subtle, sad and lonely, light disappears at any time, this is a dream fairy tale of two people, but now it has become a joke of one person.

38. Xuan paper is dyed with ink, Hanlin narrates words, holds brocade, dreams, expresses a piece of acacia ink, and calligraphy is lingering. The Yuan Song of Han Fu, a farewell song, was stained with Tang Shining's lyrics. During the Jin Dynasty, he wrote a gorgeous farewell song, resting in pain, sleeping in that life, hurting his soul sadly and becoming miserable. Pointing at the fallen flowers, the rain is turning into butterflies, wind and smoke, and dreams. I know a volume of Sanskrit.

39. I've run out of bullets, and I'm both sad and happy. Stars are hidden in the moon, and I was born in chaos. The candle is full of tears, the reflection is drunk, and the rosewood smells, including whose song is lost. Night devours mountains, who is reminiscing about memories? Rose is cold and weak, playing absolute beauty, with a swaying face, and the solo is over. Cold dreams come into being, mountains are picturesque and lofty sentiments are empty. I will write a piece of ink for you and write down the love on earth. Yuanyang playing in the water, Tsinghua ups and downs, leaning on the bar and thinking deeply, hating the morning light.

40. Flowers are still flowing with the water, and a spring dream is different from the dawn of the night. I once wrote a book for the residual butterfly, and I was stunned by the light rain for a long time. The stylus became sad, tears fell with the words, and the crescent moon fell in memory of those childhood friends.

On daquan classic old saying.

But now, there are spring floods and floating peaches everywhere. Which way should we go to find the hidden source? Poems on Water in Peach Blossom Garden

The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. The Book of Songs Jiaxu

The water is blue, and thousands of feet bottoms out. Wu Jun and Zhu's Books

The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles. Li Bai bid farewell to his friends at Jingmen Ferry.

The water in Chuzhou is crystal clear, as if it were empty, as straight as the distant sea. Li Bai's "Don't pine branches in Jiangxia"

I heard that Dongting Lake is magnificent before, but today's wish has finally reached Yueyang Tower. Du Fu is Wu in my east and Chu in my south.

Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail. One of Wang Wan's berths at the foot of Beibao Mountain.

White feathers, floating in green water; The red soles of the feet stir the clear water. Luo's Ode to Goose

I became a traveling companion and went home with the birds at dusk. Wang Wei's "Binding Home to Songshan Mountain"

I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water. Li Chi Ngai's "Arithmetic Operator"

The water in the rough waves is clear, you can hold my tassel. The song of the water of the surging waves in the Warring States period.

Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog. Li Bai dreams of climbing Tianmu Mountain.

Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love. Li Bai's gift to Wang Lun.

But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords, sadness will come back, although we drown them with wine. Architecture "

How the water of the Yellow River flows out of heaven and into the ocean, which is gone forever. Li Bai's "Drinking"

In the autumn night, the south lake is clear of water and smoke. How can you ride the sky? Li Bai's accompanying family uncle punishments department.

Oh, ask this river flowing eastward, whether it can go further than the love of friends! . Li Bai's Jinling Hotel

I don't know what I'm thinking. Water and wind are empty. Wen's dream of Jiangnan never hated.

In front of Mount Cisse, egrets fly freely, plump mandarin fish swim happily on the river, and peaches floating on the water are so bright and full. Zhang's fishing song.

In spring, the wild peach blossoms on the mountain are bright red, and the Shuhe River beats the cliff on the edge of the cliff. Liu Yuxi's Zhi Zhu Ci

The willow-green river is wide and flat, and I heard the song of the river. Liu Yuxi's Zhi Zhu Ci

When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. Bai Juyi's memory of Jiangnan

From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake. Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang

The silence of spring is because I don't want a long stream of water, and the shadow reflected on the water is like sunny days and breezes. Yang Wanli's small pool

Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring. Su Shi's Spring River in Hui Chong

The water in front of the door can still flow west, so don't sing yellow chicken with white hair. Su Shi huanxisha

But now, there are spring floods and floating peaches everywhere. Which way should we go to find the hidden source? . Wang Wei's Tao Yuanhang

Castle peak is vaguely green water thousands of miles away, and the vegetation in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered in autumn. Du Mu's Letter to Yangzhou Hanchuo

On March 3rd, Spring Festival, the weather was fresh, and many beautiful people gathered in Qujiang, Chang 'an. Du Fu's "Two Ways"

Looking at the endless clouds in the north, Dajiangdong went to the water. Wang Yuanliang Chaozhou Song No.6

The fallen petal intentionally follows the flowing water, and the flowing water has no beloved fallen petal. Interpretation of Bai Wei's The Legend of Continued Lights

Rivers are thousands of miles away, and there are clouds in Wan Li. Ryan is receiving "Jiataipu Deng Lu"

Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. A Piece of Plum by Li Qingzhao

How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward. The Mermaid by Li Yu

Antique, aesthetic love, talking about mood phrases

1. You are my tenderness, my youth beside my pillow, and a fragrance wafts in the moonlight, which warms my lifelong attachment. A flood of autumn water flows in my eyes, and my thoughts are full of urgency. Under the bright moon, I am still a dreamy woman, with long hair fluttering, dancing and taking pictures as a souvenir. And thousands of miles away, do you caress the sword and recite, white clothes are better than snow, and your smile is clear.

2. You are a bead before the Buddha. When the dust settles, your love memory will be as bleak as the wind and frost. I am willing to fall in love with you in my last life, perhaps just to exchange my meeting with you in this life. I can't dream because of your lotus nut, I just want to get the flowers in this life and the thousands of years of waiting for you and me in my last life!

2. To be together, it is hard to look at each other, which is heartbreaking; Love is fleeting, but hate is long and the lights are dim. Traveling in Qian Shan, wading through thousands of waters, missing tears on the road; Spring flowers bloom, autumn leaves fall, and fragrance remains after prosperity; The wine is strong, the heart is drunk, and the shirt is lightly sleeved; Thinking of autumn water, thinking of Iraqis, close at hand, close to Yuanyang; The love of past lives, the debt of this life, the dream of reincarnation of the world of mortals.

3. To be together, it is hard to look at each other, which is heartbreaking; Love is fleeting, but hate is long and the lights are dim. Traveling in Qian Shan, wading through thousands of waters, missing tears on the road; Spring flowers bloom, autumn leaves fall, and fragrance remains after prosperity; Looking at the sky, sighing the bright moon, lonely and melancholy; The wine is strong, the heart is drunk, and the shirt is lightly sleeved; Thinking of autumn water, thinking of Iraqis, close at hand, close to Yuanyang; The love of past lives, the debt of this life, the dream of reincarnation of the world of mortals.

4. The world of mortals has been drunk for thousands of years, accompanied by a lonely song. For you, I am drunk for eternity, and I am pale for the fleeting and eternal love in this rolling world of mortals. Thousands of years of poetry and painting, smiling and drinking your charming wine and wine. Once the sea turned into several dreams and sorrows, and their fingertips inadvertently crossed the Millennium, locking the fragrance at this moment in a melancholy heart.

5. Life is a kind of fate. From beginning to end, from scratch, from scratch, although doomed to disappear, but after all the noise, I have been here, loved, hurt, I smiled innocently, so I have no regrets. Time flies, youth is gone, how much melancholy, how much melancholy, because of continuous cutting, it is still broken. This situation is like a dream, moving around, just to pursue this fate.

6. When you are drunk, you know the dream is empty. It turns out that it is also a kind of pain to watch the residual flowers wither. Who buried the promise of a lifetime in front of your grave? Whose love of life and death is painted in the world of mortals? In the end, I can only keep the same face for a thousand years. Looking at the cherry blossoms all over the sky, I feel sad, but I can't hide the mottled time. Burned-out elegance, for whom to turn into a flower on the other side? Whoever caresses my hair owes me the price of my life.

7 A bridge is called helplessness; A river, called Forgetting River. On the banks of Sansheng Stone, Iraqis are still there. I am willing to accompany you to laugh three thousand times and leave without regrets; Remembering beauty as jade, sword as rainbow, breaking vanity; Unfortunately, Hong Fei has tried his best to worry about every word, and it is hard to think about it. Between the flowers and the moon. He smiled and drank Meng Po soup. She doesn't cry for beauty! And the rain is invincible, and the world is worried. If there is an afterlife, it will be a beautiful city. Who knows this love?

8. Believe in love at first sight, and believe that someone will wait for you quietly at the corner of the years. Just keep your eyes open and look carefully.

9. Every story: warm, sad, romantic, touching, maybe true, or hypocritical, or even ugly. No matter what kind of story it is, it just makes everyone understand love more truly. Maybe we all believe in love, but it doesn't mean that all people's love is as pure as pure water.

10. There is a kind of singleness, that is, waiting for someone, waiting for the right person. It's not that I don't want to say goodbye to being single, and I don't want to stay single. I just choose a person to live quietly for that love, that love, that person who has always been in my heart.

1 1. We often threaten the people who love us the most in the most naive way. For example, if you are upset, don't reply to text messages or phone calls, you are blacked out, you threaten that you don't need the other person anymore, and watching him look for you like a madman gives you unprecedented satisfaction and revenge, right? But this feeling will soon disappear, and then you may lose this person. When he stops looking for you, you will suddenly realize that the only person who wants to be bullied by you is gone.

12. People are moving forward, but love is going backwards. It used to take at least two weeks to write a letter to your lover and another two weeks to reply. These four weeks have been great. But now, lovers can send text messages and make phone calls at any time, and love is exhausted within three days. Love needs imagination. The mood of love preparation is more interesting than love itself.

13. If love has not come to an end, please remember: comfort is very important, more understanding, more greetings and more care. Everyone has a past. To relive that year is not to miss the past blindly, but to learn how to face new people and things in nostalgia. There are thousands of happy things. Unfortunately, there is always only one thing, that is, what should be cherished is not cherished; Only those who have missed know regret.

14. Love is lost before you know how to cherish it. If one day, I become more indifferent, please remember that when I needed company, you only said busy; If one day, I become arrogant, please remember that you never take me to heart; If one day, I no longer care about you, please remember that you have never heard my heart; If one day, I stop smiling at you, please remember that you never asked me if I was happy.

15. People who love each other should not declare war easily, because the damage caused by the cold war is unexpected. As long as you like her, there is nothing you can't accept; As long as you like her, you like everything about her. What she needs is not that you are really cold and silent. What she said is not true. She just wants you to spoil and love her, even if she doesn't apologize. If you really leave, your eyes will be hazy with tears, and she will have tears in her eyes.

Aestheticism ancient style phrase

First, I fell in love with my life, who I met, a curtain of willow dreams, an empty covered bridge, who Hongyan gave me a brocade book, an empty cup of loneliness, a pillow in rainy days, a sleeve of acacia in the north wind, a desolate, amorous feelings, a case of sadness and frost and cold. ......

Second, who is it, sitting in the misty clouds, counting the fallen flowers in the courtyard? Purple lips muttered sadly and sobbed. Who picked up the dresses left over from the Tang and Song Dynasties and picked up the strings with his fingers? Exquisite Luo clothes, such as weeping and complaining, are fragrant. Who is willing to travel through the ages, wander to the other side of you, give you a beautiful romance, and shed thousands of tender brocade ink for you? Who worships and pities you every night when the flute is melancholy?

Third, who melted my half-life frost with my heart? Who, touch my face, soothe my half-life sadness. A heart sound washes away the dust in the world. A wisp of flower soul, intoxicated in aesthetic sadness. An encounter, all the mountains and rivers. One thought is persistent, and love is divided into life and death. Ming Che, the spring water, is blue and has poured a lot of heart into it. Finger red dust, after a thousand generations, turned into sorrow. I hope to win a heart and never leave each other. Listen to the flowers bloom and fall, waiting for you for a thousand years. Suddenly looking back, the other shore bloomed and the fragrance filled Xue Hai.

Fourth, a thousand years of waiting, a thousand years of fate, a thousand years of tears, a thousand years of drunkenness. The dust of the Millennium is always fascinating, the songs of the ages are always lingering in people's hearts, the Sanskrit is quiet, and the smog at dusk is clear. I think, no amount of disturbance is just a smile of the world of mortals, and no amount of fog can lock my heart. A thousand words condense an eyebrow, you know, tenderness is a thousand hectares of heart, you know, you are warm and depressed, you are gentle and gentle, you smile with tears, you are beautiful, a thousand years, a lifetime, it is incomparable warmth, natural warmth. Warm words can solve loneliness, and the years are quiet. You forge for Jinhua, add luster to me, you are gorgeous and beautiful, and you are tender for spring, and you can write your feelings in a thousand words, which is not as soft as clear words. In a blink of an eye, a hundred years have passed, and the scenery is really beautiful. The mountains and rivers are covered with willow curtains, and the eternal tenderness is dotted with blue waves, and the world of mortals meets the love of the whole city. The world has been together for thousands of years. Love life!

Fifth, write words with beautiful rhymes and poems, and songs and dances are full of joy and beauty. I wish you a long poem, singing and dancing for the New Year. You are a human being, and * * * Mu Chunguang will accompany you all your life. The world is short, but the feelings remain the same, and the world is empty. Only you cherish the weight and have plenty of time. The most important thing is that the world knows your will, and the most important thing is to give thousands of chapters affection, calligraphy and aromatherapy, poetry and Miaomiao, rhyme and heart, books and feelings. Eternal elegance is far away, the flowing waves can last for a long time, and the night is not over, but we met a thousand years ago, and the whole city met, which laid the foundation for the encounter in this life. If so, how can you fall in love at first sight, how can you persist, how can you be afraid of old age, and how can you go through thousands of rivers and valleys? A screen of blue language sends acacia, a word long.

6. Flowers bloom on the other side, and the long yellow road is dyed red. In front of Naihe Bridge, that bowl of forgetful Meng Po soup, can you not hide my face deep, next to Sansheng Stone? I look forward to the afterlife and continue to linger. At that time, I was in the place where peach blossoms were in full bloom, waiting for your return.

Seven, the non-success window leaks the moon to cover the lonely lamp and dance with the shadow. The old scars on my mind will eventually fascinate me. Who will touch the new Zheng? The Qing dynasty is rough and rough, and the elegant pavilion is also quiet and pleasant. The vines are wrapped in green, and the light, wind and moon are gentle and graceful. Shuang Yan, with a low roof, is often admired, sitting alone worrying about the breeze. Yesterday's love is hard to understand today's meaning, and flowers fall and fall. Acacia has been broken, leaving a song. Clouds go with the wind, hard to go, a period of acacia and a period of sorrow. No one can solve the meaning of continuity, only spring breeze. Think lightly and send it to the end of the world, inextricably linked, in the dead of night. Outside the entrance, neon lights are flashing, and silent rain is floating softly. Sir Feng recalled his longing for love. Don't bid farewell to the world of mortals. How many times will we meet again? Swear to remain empty. Clear rain blew through the double umbrella. Finger bombs and getting wet! The wind is clear, the yard is soft and the smoke is heavy. Pipa and harp always lag behind Yuanyang column. Speak in a low voice and go home when you come. Looking forward to the bright eyes, this life is not empty.

Eight, a pool of wrinkled flowers, pour the rouge of Lan Xun's house into the brocade, wash away the lead of the sun, the moon and the stars, drain the eternal cold, and thank the beauty of Sansheng Shishan. Just because I forgot Chuanjiang in my last life, I branded a three-life contract, which made me love you for a thousand years. Watch the world of mortals pass through gorgeous time, watch the blue smoke shake the sadness of life, and watch the desolation of a season falling red and dying. Carve a faint ink mark on the petals with sad fingers, fill in an antique word, and leave a pipa to warm a soft memory. Don't wait for him to come home for the New Year, it will be even deeper. My eyes are full of sadness and humidity, but now I can't find you. Independent of the breeze and drizzle, I am disappointed with the prosperity of the world, but it has nothing to do with me.

Nine, once the promise of eternal love turned into a cloud and disappeared. In the past, the love words on the moonlit night before the flowers had already disappeared. Alas, the truth in the world is hard to find, leaving traces of faint fragrance. Can complain, embroidered brocade is prosperous, and the feelings are deep and thin. Ridiculous, the mountain has no edges, the river is inexhaustible, but it dares to be absolutely; Sad and full of tenderness, who will wipe the tears? Red crisp hands, goblets, a handful of dust, unique love. Flowers wither, water flows by itself, sighing a kind of sorrow and singing a lonely place. A hundred years of boat crossing, a thousand years of pillow sleeping. In this life, if you can't help each other in the same boat, it will be fleeting, such as a flash in the pan and a meteor. Everything is like a flower in the mirror and a moon in the water. It is not that love is not true enough, nor that love is not deep enough, but that you and I are too shallow to practice Zen. Buddha said: Looking back on the past 500 years, I just lived this life. In this life, the Buddha fulfilled my heart, and a glimpse of the stone bridge made a beautiful encounter. Happiness always flies by. I waved a lot in my last life and stopped to be with you a thousand times in my life. How many thousands of years will it take to meet again? How many times do I have to go through reincarnation before I have a chance to get back together with you?

Ten, flowers and plants, flowers and poems on the moon. If people have a full moon every year, they don't have to be drunk to send acacia. Raise a glass and drink before the flowers on the moon, and get drunk before the flowers on the moon. Years of frosty flowers dye moss, flowers fade and I miss you.

Eleven, Jiang Jue Shu and Tian, like spring. Take off the fairy clothes and sit in the clouds. The plum makeup is new and the beauty is still the same. A piece of plain paper is soft around your fingers, and you think slowly, and the tide is full of sorrow. Suddenly, I heard the sound of wild geese in the distance. The sound was sad and seemed to be complaining: the light sleeves added cold and pity, the screen window shadow, the night thoughts in the secluded window, how many feelings, the cold dream, who can solve it? Tears are condensed, and every word is condensed with tears. The heavy rain washed away the depressing heat and humidity. The fog clears, the coolness rises, the drops are still dripping, the lotus lamp falls, and the water stands like a front, and the heart is hard to rest. ...