Excerpts from Aestheticism and Antique Sentences

Excerpts from 86 necessary aesthetic archaic sentences

Do you remember the way you came? Like a jade tree facing the wind. There are no books when wandering, why not look for the pearls of the sea in your dreams? The lake laughs at a glass of bow wine, so why stay together for a long time. China is gone forever, and water is an idyllic home. The following are 86 beautiful ancient Chinese sentences that I searched and sorted out. Welcome to read the collection.

1, gently open the porch, listen to the sound of rain, the stamens are as wet as a fool; 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.

2. The yellowed paper has your youthful handwriting.

3. I spent my whole life meeting you. It was not until this day that I found that I breathed air.

4. Mo Jun is whistling in the wind and rain, and the phoenix is turning green.

5, it is a romantic game for you, but the enemy is not an opponent who meets by chance.

6. Yang defected and I advised Xinfeng Liquor. What is the most important thing? Five-body and hundred-door willow Wu Biaoyin, you stayed at my house drunk. In Boshan furnace, agarwood is on fire, and double smoke makes Lingxia purple.

7. I will be alone with you when the flowers bloom and the waves fall. Spring goes and spring comes, beauty is old, flowers fall and people die.

8. A drop of autumn dew is sweet because of your elegance; A red leaf is dancing solo for your persistence; A trace of autumn wind is for your beauty; A drop of clear tears is distressed by your sadness; A wisp of acacia, dust away for you; Because of your elegance, I have a daisy in my heart.

9, a petal flower, half a month. When we get together, don't live forever. A cup of song, a music lamp. Japanese yen, missing in January.

10, above the world of mortals and among the buildings, it blooms safely again and again. When thoughts are like the wind, whose smile is indifferent to fireworks? Whose low eyebrows are vivid and fleeting?

1 1, mourn the moon, mourn the moon, sigh ghosts and surprise magpies. Knocking on the ground is difficult and chaotic. Chaos, emotional confusion, broken horizon sound far away.

12, the lights in the waiting hall are dim, the drizzle is slightly cool, and people in the small building invade the bed in the quiet moonlight. Love is ruthless, and tonight is as long as last night. The room is warm and the jade stove smells good. The wind belongs to a rich man. Gardens are not limited to acacia, but hard plum blossoms and begonia.

13, cool the piano at night. The bright moon passes through the book window, and the faint notes turn into sadness. People enjoy an eternal piece of music in a painting, and three thousand emotions revolve around coolness. People are separated, but it is a fantasy.

14, nectar and dew, waiting for the fall, hurting the sad soul, picking flowers late, sighing and breaking the temple. However, under the moon, we were inseparable. A blue lamp watching flowers, a cold crescent moon dancing solo, full of chaos, blooming instantly, lost in a throbbing mood, madly in love with your 3 thousand hair.

15, the cool wind is still there, but it is lighter than cloud flying. A lotus leaf blows a boat across the lake, and a song and sound are soft around your fingers. The mirror painted the makeup face, and a little smile disappeared without a trace. Looking at the column and thinking about it, it is clear and refreshing. The title of sound, a bitter temporary burial, looking for sound to lean on, a curtain of melancholy rolled up shallowly. With Loulan, pour out your tenderness, slow down, calm down, be more elegant in autumn, and don't let your sorrow lock up the clear autumn.

16, rainy dusk, willow tired and worried about the wind. The bones couldn't help falling, and the meeting was sad. How can you say you are in the mood? Now is not the time to complain. The drums are already midnight, and the dream must come true.

17, who turned the bleak music of Yuefu, the wind was rustling, the rain was rustling, and the snuff was thin all night. Know what bothers you, wake up and get drunk. I have never been to Xie Qiao in my dream.

18. Hiding somewhere, missing someone standing on the road, worrying my servant.

19, purple bud and white pistil, born in Ling. Look at people, and you're exposed.

20. If there is no chance, why stay together? Say there is fate, then what is fate? Because of you.

2 1, out during the day, numb at night, and the children in the village are in charge. Sun did not solve the problem of farming and weaving, but also learned to grow melons in the shade of mulberry trees.

22, rustling cable, in the wind and rain, the color of the line is empty. After an affair, Lao Yan ran around. It's hard to stay cold at night, but it's worse. It is empty at night. Rain, rain dancing, autumn is phoenix tree. Who will be in charge of the customs when you are struggling to find a dream and dying of style? Lonely time and space, it is difficult for the East China Sea to come to the west wind. Thinking is not as good as drizzle, seeing Iraqis, moistening things silently. Heavy, tearful eyes, through Ji Hong.

23, into the world of mortals, just because of the temperament of the misty rain, talking about the world of mortals, just because of the ethereal love of misty rain, sighing the world of mortals, just because of the sadness of misty rain. The world of mortals, however, can't love the world of mortals like misty rain, but expect the world of mortals to be as cold as misty rain, hate the world of mortals like misty rain, but can't resist the world of mortals like misty rain, leaving people with tears.

24. Where are you going to throw people at night? Unique voice. Pavilion covered, eyebrows gathered, the moon will sink. Reluctant to find each other? Resentment is lonely. My heart, for your heart, began to know each other and remember each other.

25, the wonderful hand writes the emblem, and the eye of the water points the lips. I saw Song Yu in the past. Song Yu is adjacent to the east, and only half of the wall is exposed. What happened was sour and bitter. Who can remember when Tristan raised his eyebrows? Tao is a bit hateful, heartless and heartless.

26. I believe that one day your hand will hold your servant's hand.

27. When fragility becomes a wall, what do male and female servants take to resist it?

28. Love songs belong to male and female servants, but they are for you.

29. You don't understand the darkness of night during the day, just as you don't understand the sorrow of courtiers.

30. Nervous courtiers often think that you also like courtiers.

3 1, Junyu, looking back, the shadow geese fly first.

32. How dare male and female servants fall? There is no one behind them.

33, Peach Blossom Pond Water Three thousands of feet, not as good as Wang Lun to send courtiers.

34, courtiers hate others to take finger courtiers. I wonder if the male and female servants are yours.

35, and want to find Peng Zezai, Tao Ran * * * drunk chrysanthemum cup.

36, I don't know when, I also became sad, you became my happiness, you became my concern.

37. No matter how gorgeous the banquet is, it will come to an end. No matter how sad the time is, the wind will fade and the clouds will fade.

38. The resentful woman who loves me separately has stepped into the brocade account. How much is the fate of life? If you ask the sky, it is also hazy.

39. How much you missed, and how much you missed.

40. Butterflies are beautiful, but they can't fly over the sea after all.

4 1, quiet inside, walking silently in the song of shallow time. A person, a confidant, a fate; A pot, a string, drink slowly, and laugh at the wind every month.

42. Peach blossoms are flowing at the edge of the city, and the spring breeze outside the curtain is Du Ruoxiang.

43. Shake it for a lifetime, and your fate will be clear.

44. Above the sky, Wan Li.

45. In spring, tea leaves are still white, and waxed plum buds are all red.

46, into a thousand broken, half oblique wind.

47. Xiang Zhuang dances the sword, which means Chang Peigong.

48. Quality is better than literature, and literature is better than history. Gentle, then a gentleman.

I won this award, but I can't accept this trophy. It is too heavy for me. I paid for my health, my love, and the future of the person I love most, so I held it in my hand.

50. After a thousand years, if you and I meet in Forget Sichuan, I only hope that you don't drink that Meng Po soup and don't cross that Naihe Bridge.

5 1, left without even saying goodbye.

52. See the morning after the rain and shout for the sky.

Someone has been looking for you, but the road is too dark and far, so you have to wait. Night snow in nine countries

54. One day you will lie in the ward, and you won't remember who I am until you die.

55. May he engrave the pages and never forget them; I will keep it in mind and follow it forever.

56, misty, I can't see you clearly. Holding hands in a daze, there are thousands of words, but there is nothing to say. I am ashamed to take a look, and I have decided that you are the one who has been waiting.

57, Ming Che feelings, step by step. When I have time to smell a song, I will enjoy a quiet time. I will look at the leisurely clouds in the deep blue sky, think about the vows of eternal love before and after the flowers, outline the euphemistic and refreshing melody of the piano, and watch the season when the brocade is in full bloom. Can my attachment blossom with the new spring?

58. I don't love worldly glitz, I don't write about the world of mortals, I don't sigh that the world is cold, I don't feel sad, I just look at the flowers and wait for them to fall, and I know it well.

59. Life can be full of joy, and there is no regret in death.

60. Iraqis are not allowed to promise their hearts. It is better to pity the people in front of you.

6 1, emotional things are incomprehensible without experience.

62. Who can really rhyme love into poetry? Why is the beauty of reality so far from the beauty of illusion?

63. If you think of it, you will fall in love, just want gentle memories; Cloud, simple pen, simple description, only willing to warm with faint feelings.

64. Hold your hand and accompany your son, your promise.

65. What kind of lotus flowers are blooming in the earthly world surrounded by fairy fog? The atmosphere is bold and restrained, and the floating world in the heart is not shocking. It is quiet and indifferent to kill time, stroking the wrist in plain clothes, painting the heart and listening to Zen. Some clear water and clouds have been collected in the eyes, and thousands of customs have been released in the fingers.

66, Fang Ju Lin Yao, pine crown rock column. With this beautiful appearance, it is outstanding for first frost.

I saw his smile. I also saw him reach out to me and pat the snowflake off my shoulder. I saw us walking side by side. It snowed heavily, and under the red umbrella, I told the story of one dream after another. I saw us and walked forward. Toward each other. From the past. Go to the afterlife.

68. It annoys me to death. Use it, kill it, and leave no one behind.

69. Who is wandering around the buildings and who is waiting by the ancient road?

70. Where the rain falls, the flowering period is gradually prolonged, the clouds and smoke are fleeting, the red flies, the faint fragrance remains, the swing floats in the air, the thin water cuts out the lonely shadow, the old trees wither, and the foam of memory is not in the night wind. The wind and rain are coming, and I am worried for no reason. My sadness sinks into the abyss of loneliness. I dance alone, and the shadows accompany me. Everyone knows the sound of the lyre. I gently hung my wrist, dipped in ink, and slowly spread out my meaning. The ink is overflowing, and the meaning is shallow and hidden. Who knows?

7 1, the wind rises and the water wrinkles, and the things are moistened silently. Ripples are silent, rippling and gradually spreading. The flowers are heavy and silent, shy, and slowly bloom. Shallow depression is filled with feelings, how much leisure, how much confusion, how much hesitation, how much hesitation. The red candle bursts with tears, the west wind on the cold sandbar fades away, a pear tree drifts with snow, and a curtain of misty rain has been melancholy for thousands of years.

72, several times, the road is full of wind and smoke; Jinse string, carved two lingering. Looking back, only Sansheng went to Qinhuai.

73. If I spend my whole life writing about waiting, would you like to follow me to the end of the world with reincarnation?

74. This life is just a drunkenness. Looking back at the broken dream, I feel the glass is crisp.

75, white figure, the night is as clear as water, lend me a moment to see you really. Flowers bloom into snow behind them, but they don't fade in the moonlight.

76. As time goes by, life is like mustard. Prosperous times change and people die. War, separation. Men are always in a state of fear for fear of swords and shadows on the battlefield. Lao Yan Nanfei turned to leave without feeling two lines of tears. The back of the lover, drifting away, is speechless. The noise of a sea of people broke the end of the old road.

77. I miss you so much only because I remember your memory.

78. I would like to dance on the Yangtze River. If I smile, I will dump thousands of countries and cities.

79. Look at the flowers in spring, the golden wind blows the summer moon, and the winter snow is another year. She is thinner than a yellow flower.

80. Watching the sun and the moon every day is silent; Green mountains and green waters are passed down from generation to generation.

8 1. In this life, you fought under the eaves of rain, your eyes were wet with tears, and the gauze faded. But I looked back and smiled, swept away the worldly prosperity and dust, and only sighed, and my life was ruined.

82, voiceless 24 strings, sighing that time flies. The heart is poisonous, and the feelings enter the bone marrow. Morning and night, after years of forgetting the morning and night, love is hard to hide at the end of the road.

83. Wild flowers are full of drunkenness, and grass knees are happy to forget poverty.

In order to wait for an uncertain future, I gave up all ambiguity. Finally, you let go of my hand and cut my wound.

85, water cut eyes and fog cut clothes, when a song is beautiful.

86. The past is as shallow as a tomb.