The beautiful sentences in ancient romance novels are like wanting only one person all your life, but not dreaming, awake and floating. ..

1 blood-stained painting, how can it rival your brow, a little cinnabar, covering the world, but it is still prosperous.

After the strong wind swept across heaven and earth, Hua Rong died, and the king came to earth, climbed the Nine Towers and watched the meteor all night.

Back to that moment, the years were silent and scary, and the dead vines grew branches. The original time has been lightly brushed. In my dream, you are standing upstairs, standing under the moon, brushing the snowflakes off your clothes and watching side by side. The world is vast.

After listening to the wake-up call, she is still waiting in the story. The storyteller fanned her head and said, "Who lowered his eyes and wet his sleeves with tears?" .

5 Your hand leads you through the street corner, running all the way, the noise of drama and fire, who cooks the wine, who laughs and gets drunk all his life, and thousands of cups are hard to sell.

I look forward to the eternal moonlight hidden in my heart and the desolation that will never look back in my arms. You stand here, remember that you were born as a dragon, and remember that my name is Yanhuang.

How long did it take you to become a western star? How long did it take you to die in the hourglass of eternal life? You stared at my face in the afterlife by the Sandu River, and I planted the memory of Luo Rang's past life.

They knelt in front of the snow-capped mountains, whispered a bunch of wishes, followed the crowd through several streets, sat on the roadside sipping butter tea and fantasized about Maggie Amy's face.

People around us are faint smiles and sighs, and snow suddenly appears under the sunshine and rain.

10 The lens in his hand is very stable. During the Millennium, it is understandable that the Millennium dream was broken. I wonder whose face will be reshaped in a thousand years. At this time, history jumped out of the book, shouting, restoring the dream of a lifetime, dreaming of an iron horse and a fierce battle.

1 1 Look at the desert in the sunset. How many old trees are crying faintly, the wind is like snow at the broken place, killing people in all directions in the twilight, it is difficult to calculate people's fate, burning out karma, being chic or unable to answer, robbing too many ashes, and the bright moon is in the sky, which is still vaguely eye-catching in the initial dream. This half-life is self-contained.

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13 a record of the past, whose door is closed, whose fireworks are in full bloom, a hasty curtain call in the air, forgetting, recording, a yellowed book, stopping and passing by happiness.

/kloc-The color is thin in October/April. Who is pounding the cold clothes, looking at the horizon and thinking about hometown? The snow has not been full all night, and the north wind is urgent.

Thousands of miles away, heart to heart.

15 read the remnants, lonely eyes, the old days on paper can be compared with love. When it is gentle, the flowers are like flowers, the spring breeze is like a teenager, when the snow is dark, the old dreams are far away, and the mountains and rivers dance tonight. If two people embrace each other in life, if it is only the first time, why does the autumn wind draw a sad fan?

It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.

Lishan dialect stops at midnight, and tears never complain.

More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before.

Meng Jiangnan

Who does Xiao Li hate? The snow suddenly turned over the fragrant pavilion, and the breeze blew the bottle of plum, and the heart turned to dust.

Bodhisattva is beautiful

A few rustling leaves are windy and rainy, and it is more bitter to be separated from others. Counting the autumn, the toad puts out the early strings.

Night cold shock, tears falling snuff. Sorrow is everywhere, and the jade piano is light dust.

Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy

Chun Qing only noticed that the pear blossoms were thin and scattered in pieces. What is the sunset near dusk? There is still no soul in the world.

Yinyin doesn't dream of the words at that time, but is close to each other. Be a dreamer for Iraq and call for truth in the dark.

Yun Song's orders about temples.

The pillow is fragrant, and the flower diameter leaks. Make an appointment to meet and whisper after dusk. The season is thin and cold, the wine is sick, the pear blossom shovel, and the east wind is thin all night.

Cover the silver screen and hang down your sleeves. Where the flute is played, the pulse is slightly funny. Heartbroken moon and cardamom, the moon seems to be at that time, and people seem to be at that time.

Blue wet mourning

There are too many sad things recently. Who can I tell about the long night? Everything is subject to fate. In early spring, the green shadows are dancing outside the window, the geese are returning, and the orioles are singing and dancing, and tears are streaming down their faces. I enjoyed the beautiful scenery with you in the past, but now I have lost it and failed to live up to my past affection. Suddenly a gust of wind blew and the breeze shook. I thought it was your soul, but I can only wait for the end of love.

Qinyuanchun

Three days before Ding Si's Double Ninth Festival, the woman who died in the dream was dressed in plain clothes, holding her hand and sobbing. Many words have been forgotten. However, there is a parting cloud: "I hope to hate the sky and the moon, but I will still pay a New Year call to Yuen Long every year." I don't know why I got this because I didn't write a poem. After I felt it, I felt that I was born in an instant, which was too unlucky to forget when I was in the trough. Remember to embroider the couch when you are free, and blow and rain; Carve a hole, bend a corner and lean against the sunset. Dreams are hard to stay, poems can't be long, and you win deeper tears. The body is still there, but my spirit is soaring. I am not allowed to see it anymore.

Find the blue sky again. Short hair is expected to have frost in the morning. It is heaven and earth, and the dust is unbreakable; Spring flowers and autumn leaves still hurt. If you plan ahead, you will be surprised and lose all the fragrance of Xun Yu yesterday. Really helpless, the sound of money is adjacent to the flute, and the ileum records.

In mid-July, the fourth night is stormy, and tomorrow is the birthday of the dead woman.

Dust filled the curtains and floated around, which really made the darkness miserable. A few times, I secretly wiped my shirt tears and suddenly saw Cui Qiao next to the rhinoceros.

Only hate becomes boring. Fifth, it is still in the morning. The withered poplar leaves are difficult to finish, and the cold rain and wind hit the bridge.

Nan Xiangzi wrote an inscription for his dead wife.

Tears are silent, only regret to get rid of fickle feelings, and rely on the painter to keep knowledge. Yingying. You can't draw it if you are sad.

Don't be too specific Wake up early in the middle of the night. Qing wakes up early and dreams more. Call the rain bell at night.

Reflections on the anniversary of a woman's death in Golden Melody

When was this hatred? Lost step, cold rain rest, buried flowers. I had a long dream for three years. I think I woke up. Material also has feelings, and the world is tasteless. Not as cold as the dust on the night platform, buried among thousands of people. Meet the person you want to see. In thousands of years, in the endless wilderness of time, there is neither a step earlier nor a step later. When we meet, we can only say "Oh, are you there?"

Maybe every man has had two such women, at least two. Married a red rose, over time, the red one turned into a touch of mosquito blood on the wall, and the white one was still "moonlight in front of the window"; Married a white rose, the white is the glutinous rice on the clothes, and the red is the Zhu Shazhi in my heart.

I want you to know that no matter when and where, there is always someone waiting for you in this world. Anyway, you know, there is always such a person.

Love is not complicated, just three words come and go, not "I love you, I hate you", "Forget it, how are you? I'm sorry

Disappointment is sometimes a kind of happiness, because we have expectations, so we will be disappointed. Because there is love, there will be expectations, so even disappointment is a kind of happiness, although this happiness is a bit painful.

If I don't love you, I won't miss you, I won't be jealous of the opposite sex around you, I won't lose confidence and fighting spirit, and I won't suffer. If only I couldn't love you.

We can never go back!

If emotions and years can be gently torn apart and thrown into the sea, then I would like to be silent at the bottom of the sea from now on. I like what you said, but I don't understand. I want to see my silence, but I don't understand. For people who can't speak, clothes are a language, and they carry pocket plays with them.

There is always time and opportunity to do things; There is always an excuse for not doing anything.

You don't flirt with women, she says you are not a man; If you flirt with her, she will say that you are not a gentleman.

Memories are always melancholy. Pleasant people feel: it's a pity that it's all over, and it's still sad to think of it unpleasantly.

A bosom friend is like a mirror, reflecting the most beautiful part of our nature.

Doing something for others is still a little resentful. It's interesting to be alive, otherwise it's too empty.

Books are the best friends. The only drawback is that it has deepened my myopia, but it is still worth it.

When a person is in love, he can best show the noble quality in his nature. This is also the reason why love novels are always popular-no matter ancient or modern, Chinese or foreign.

People waste because they are unhappy, which is a kind of compensation.

I want you to know that no matter when and where, there is always someone waiting for you in this world. Anyway, you know, there is always such a person.

If memory has a smell, it is the smell of camphor, sweet and safe, like a clear piece of music, sweet and melancholy, like a forgotten sadness. There is no feeling in this world that it is not riddled with holes.

What is short is life, and what is long is suffering.

If you like someone, you will humble yourself to the dust and bloom.

Laugh and the whole world will laugh with you; Cry, you will cry alone.

Master's incomparable self and this decadent and beautiful world, two bodies tied together back to back, you fell on me, I fell on you and sank. 1, exchange my three fireworks for your life in Changshu.

2. I am young and energetic.

3, long street, countless fireworks, you look back as usual, short pavilion is short, the world of mortals is rolling, and I sigh again.

4, who finally broke the string and poured the flower on his shoulder, lost.

5, how many beauties have been lost, how many pieces of acacia have been broken, and only the blood-stained ink is crying.

6, the vast land is broken with a sword, where the bustling songs fall. Lean over and carry a thousand pots to cover up loneliness, even if others laugh at me.

7. Let him know everything and smile at you.

8. Send a song to Jun, and don't invite people to get together at the end of the song.

9. Who scattered the smoke, who scattered the vertical and horizontal ties.

10, listen to the string break, break 3 thousand infatuation. Even with flowers and smoke, the smoke has never been windy. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips.

1 1, there are trees on the mountain and branches on the wood. I don't know whether I like you or not.

12, whoever forgets the other party first, dumping the country is the old country. I refuse to play. Shadows are amazing.

13, when all the flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you.

14, in the spring, the beauty is old, and the flowers fall and everyone dies.

15, still water depth, green bamboo singing; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy.

16, lights and stars, sounds and songs are endless.

17, as beautiful as flowers and jade, as fleeting, I can go back to the past, but I can't go back to the beginning.

18, dark clouds cover the moon, people go to the empty building, and I can't tell how lonely I am.

19, the sky is not old, and love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.

20. It seems that this star was not exposed for whom last night.

2 1, butterflies are beautiful, after all, butterflies are 27, that's it, mountains and rivers will never be.

28. Never look back, why not? Since there is no chance, there is no need to call names. Today, everything is like water. Tomorrow night, you will be a stranger.

29, the heart is micro-moving, but the feelings are far away, things are wrong, people are wrong, things are wrong, and the past cannot be chased.

30, one year old, one day without a day, autumn after autumn, one generation urges the next generation to get together and leave, one is happy and one is sad, one is lying on the couch, one is dreaming all his life, looking for a group of acquaintances. He meets, knows, plays and sings for a while.

3 1, always born in a casual year. Looking back across the bank, even if you find the scenery for a long time.

32. Raise a glass and get drunk, drink all the snow and be at a loss for another year.

33. One flower and one world, one leaf and one pursuit. A song and a sigh, a person's life.

34. Whoever should be robbed by whom will become stubborn.

35. The fate of dust has always been like water, and it is rare to shed tears. Why do you do your best? Don't be sentimental, it hurts.

36. If life is like the first time, it is unusual to just know. Wine meets bosom friends, and poetry is sung to people. Friends in the world, know yourself and know yourself.