I forgot your face, but I can't forget it anyway. I only remember the scene where the flame burned your mutilated body. The bamboo flowers behind you are like snow, and your white shirt is flying like snow, like snow, like snow. Now, you are as cold as snow, eating away at my body temperature. I was trapped in prison for many years. I walked out for you, but on the day I walked out, I fell into another prison. I'll kill that man in a way that looks like your eyes. Now, these hands have learned the sword for you, but they want to uproot you.
There is a unique beauty in this world, which only exists between the eyes. Two people chase their eyes with their eyes, draw a ray of light, hook it for a while, turn it into an undercurrent, and impulse it into a struggle to see through and be seen through.
A sword, mourning for killing, a person, building a tomb for longevity. Ice fog, a stone pavilion, is full of blanks, and it is rare to write an elegy of crossing the sword with one's life.
This sword will cool life and death, and it will be sad and beautiful after drinking blood. I left it behind, held it tightly in my heart, stayed in a snowy March, and grazed my sword with blood, forgetting today.
2. Who has rhyming sentences similar to ancient customs? Write a graceful book, green leaves sing in the moonlight.
Just pity the beauty a few times, and midnight tea adds fragrance.
Ink and ink dizzy paper umbrella, apricot rain dyed Jiangnan
One person and one shadow, empty wine, not drunk.
Half awake and half asleep, I shed tears and asked who was watching who.
There are three thousand smiles, and flowers are dust-free and return to the world of mortals.
The West Lake tells stories when the bridge is broken, and Guitang on the east side tells stories about time.
The flowers on the other side are not born, and the jade carving in Lantian is not completed.
The half-oblique sunset reflects people, and a broken willow expresses no hate.
A dream world of mortals, messed up your heart.
Half a tired purple stranger, intoxicated with human feelings.
In the past, a love that consumed everything slowly returned.
At present, the world of mortals is a stranger, waiting for your return.
Here we go again, its moments of beauty, but which day.
After many years, this is a kind of enjoyment.
Autumn resents the autumn leaves in Qiu Si, and the painting screen can't hide the cool moonlight.
Spring hates spring and misses spring. How can solitary willows be in pairs?
The shadows are far away, and the smoke is gone.
Who knows when the wind will blow and when the water will fall in the dream?
At the beginning of the lamp, smile at the wine and watch the rain, snow, wind and frost for generations.
The night is cool, inviting the bright moon to dream back to the Millennium Pavilion.
Plain clothes is slim, but he also hides his face. This is my destiny.
In spring in the river, when did the moon and the pool meet?
3. What are the chivalrous rhyming sentences in ancient times? 1. Listen to the wind and watch the rain, and laugh at the misty rain. Drink and sing, get drunk and say let it be mine.
2. The old man who dreams in the south and dreams in the north enjoys a game alone, running around and dreaming of Zhuang all his life.
3. Be chivalrous in making friends, and be simple in life.
4. A gentleman's promise, light life and death, need not be chivalrous.
I have an old friend who went with a sword and refused to come back after cutting off the spring breeze. Only by injecting chivalry into the sky base and sending away drunk.
6. Dance the sword and step on the bright moon, drink and sing wildly. A chivalrous and upright man, a thousand miles away.
7. Long swords and dragons dance, and loose wine is precious. Ride the dust, be chivalrous alone.
8. Since ancient times, many rivers and lakes have been loyal and heroic, all of which are a pot of good wine and a good dream.
9. A carefree world with one rider. A pot of muddy wine, a song of love, a lifetime of madness. Heroes walk the world with swords, and their lofty sentiments are stained with blood.
10. Chivalrous people, for the country and the people; Little people are friends and neighbors.
4. What beautiful ancient poems or rhyming poems can be used for grouping? I'd rather be a lonely ghost under the bamboo than love a blade of grass.
Holding hands with you, there is no doubt about feelings. The lamp tree is shining in the cloud city, and the moon is like frost under the milky way.
I was invited to enjoy the porch. The weather is sunny and the water is cold. Let the half-mask send the lotus moment, the picture above, and enter the painting cloud.
Dongfeng sent a letter, and the phoenix flew for nine days, and the four seas sought to burn. Eyes full of dark flowers, a smile poured down the country. The south wind in summer is everywhere, deep red and light blue. Autumn is crisp, quiet and rainy. It snows in winter, and it is known that you wake up in a cold dream and feel sad for several years.
It's been a long time. Let's indulge in wine and ask what it was like in our last life. Once I mistakenly entered the Guanghan Palace and was reunited with my own flesh and blood. I was very happy! The sound of the phoenix flute is like smelling the moon and rushing to the water.
Can't send a cavity blood, from disorderly dance to crazy dance. Clouds grow with geese, and winds help green willows near Ruiyang.
Peach blossom waves in Weihe River in May, this feeling is hometown. I am willing to increase the amount of seawater and dare to teach mortals to go against the sky.
Just to evoke the past. Play with childhood friends, play with horses, and have a general angle around the well bed.
Sharp lotus fragrance, everywhere Lingge Yang. It's time for tea, the dust has passed. How much do you know? When the flowers bloom, you will be lonely. After this flower, it is autumn, falling red all over the ground, sad tears.
Only the loss of nothing can condense into the madness of the world of mortals, and only the pain without bones can condense into the lingering melancholy between the eyebrows. The night is still early, and the moon stars are rare.
The scenery is not over, the clouds are light and the wind is light. Above, he looks for the green void, below, the yellow spring, I want to be with you. You have to fight with the sky, the earth, and all together. Even if you die, I will enjoy it.
Hold her in your arms and shelter her from the wind and rain. Solemnly say the promise: "I will accompany you."
My arms are getting tighter and tighter, and there is only a faint expectation in my heart: I can wait for your promise. Now, please let me be close to you, please let me accompany you.
Dreams are empty and unreal, like banana hearts. Feeling true and false, but like water and moon shadow, ask the world, where is the hero? The sea of blood wept, all on the battlefield.
Just like when the east wind shines blue, the water sinks and the clouds fall, and the west wind falls a leaf. It is an independent tall building. The reed flowers are slightly inclined, and the sheep turn over.
A pool of residual load, fluttering in the wind. Alas, youth cannot stay.
But drinking a cup of turbid wine and sending it away to Qingyun, I feel miserable in my heart. Human nature is chilling, horrible, half swallowed and half blown with the wind.
It can be seen that under the cicada leaves, the sound is exhausted, the life is exhausted, and the soil turns to spring. In the west wind last year, I said that spring was coming.
Reed flowers smile in autumn, and west Western jackdaw carries red clouds. My heart is full of music and my heart is full of sadness.
I want to draw sad and sad memories, and it is difficult to arrange the scene. Tears are like a river, wiping thousands of lines.
Qian Shan Purple Jade Cloud Temple hangs, and the river swallows fish through the ages. Don't reinvent songs without them, because Chu Qing has a moonless starry night.
There is a faint yellow fence on the moon, and the breeze smiles and sends Yu Xiang near. Ten years of cold summer, ten years of autumn, ten years of trace and ten years of heart.
In the snow, it is late spring in Zhan Yan, but in the dust, it lasts as long as it is clear. Night is like water, the waning moon in Crookedstar.
The wind is like a dream, soothing and attracting feelings. The flower shadow enters the curtain and smiles at the empty color.
Close to the mountain, look at feelings. Spring worries are not in the eyebrows, talk about classics and praise.
Bright as a mirror, clear as water, dusk becomes dusk, and the moon melts. Zhang Chang's pen was lightly wiped, just like when he was young.
The bright lights are flowing, so I am embarrassed to peek at Li Ying sitting by the window. Leng Yue was silent and lamented the shock and sadness of the battlefield.
Xuankai lost his mind and never forgot it all his life. The ice wheel reflected blue, and the darkness flew to Joan.
Pointing to the Moon Rabbit, he asked, "It's a long night, and I have no sleep in January. Who should I take care of? " Sit in the shade of a tree and show your beauty. Ask heaven: How many families are wandering in a foreign land? How many couples are in the same boat? How many brothers and sisters are there around the bamboo bed? How many parents are in Gaotang? The jade leaks and knocks on the moon, and the centrifuge is faint. After listening for nine years, the only way to meet each other is to play the piano in my dream.
Laugh by the door, make a living and make love. Cup floating green ants, if the taste is sobering, is the fragrant mash vulgar? There is no shadow in the moon, and dreams are affectionate, like waves and stars.
But drink three cups and * * *! Flowing clouds lead flowers into dreams, and floating rain awakens Du Yu's soul. Light smoke and powder cage, green field, smile and ask which spring is in the border town? The moonlight opens the night fog, and the wind shadow breaks the pool star.
The fragrance fills the pavilion, the flowers are full of shade, and the breeze weaves the painting screen. Origin and extinction, everything goes with the wind; Don't stop when you meet.
Send away laziness, travel with friends, curl up weeping willows, * * * swallows, laugh at red apricots, and walk slowly on the stranger. The horse steps on the flowers and the sunset shines on the night.
Willow smoke is thick and spring is beautiful. Half a wisp of flying clouds dyed Yun Lan, peach blossom is pretty.
Red and green alternate with each other, and the spring mountain is like a smile. The moonlight is like water, the stars shine and the peaks are distinct.
The south wind brings fragrance and sends it clear, and the spring night is harmonious with you. Charming girl laughs at gauze, tattooed swallow is wrong.
The autumn wind cries, and beauty grows old. Youlong, Genkai, is singing, and the waves are wailing.
Your heart hasn't changed, and it's hard for me to know. The stars are dark, the wind is sad and the rouge is light, and the red dragonfly dreams of the lake.
The moon sighed in ecstasy: Look, life is short. Love is just a brush in my heart. Sometimes it just imitates reality, and sometimes it distorts and deceives itself, abstracting beautiful scenery.
When looking for marriage, he will find that there is another world beyond this shore. "Dream lake beauty, dream lake mandarin duck swimming * * *.
Biluoxiu, Biluowei, folded into the clouds and destroyed the sky. Flower on the dragon, mother on the dragon, fairy painting is the best.
Water-side weeds, water-side lang, love at first sight will be a good medium. "Smoke willow Bai Causeway green, Yu Jianqiong Tian ChuTiankuo.
The red wheel sets in the west, and there is a blue snail in the blood jade plate. As drunk as a fiddler, old vulgar monk, I laugh at the world of mortals, and I am crazy about my sleeves. Beside Naihe Bridge, the flowers on the other side are still bloody.
Spring sorrow hasn't woken up yet, and Fang Yin choked. Again and again, she will never be with you again. The catkin pool is light smoke, and the idle night is hazy. The world is still talking about it. At that time, she was still a quiet girl.
Childhood friends, deep feelings against the sky. A few thoughtful, a few sad, suddenly flew over other branches.
I owe you. I owe him. Start over. Ten miles of brilliant red makeup, a dream.
I woke up in tears and fainted for several years. It's been a long time. Let's indulge in wine and ask how we met from afar.
Once I mistakenly entered the Guanghan Palace and was reunited with my own flesh and blood. I was very happy! The sound of the phoenix flute is like smelling the moon and rushing to the water. Can't send a cavity blood, from disorderly dance to crazy dance.
Clouds grow with geese, and winds help green willows near Ruiyang. Peach blossom waves in Weihe River in May, this feeling is hometown.
I am willing to increase the amount of seawater and dare to teach mortals to go against the sky. Just to evoke the past.
Play with childhood friends, play with horses, and have a general angle around the well bed. Sharp lotus fragrance, everywhere Lingge Yang.
The sky is blue and the crescent moon is like a hook. Ren Qifei, reported the spring and autumn.
Blue sky Wan Ren, princes. And depending on the world, who is in charge of romance.
Menghu is carefree and his face is wrinkled by the wind. Luoshan is not old, grow old together.
One is evil and handsome, the other is cold and generous; One is like a manjusri flower, enchanting and shocking, and the other is like a Datura flower, beautiful and pleasant. One is red and the other is white, which is equally amazing, but one is blooming on the other side of Forget Sichuan, a beautiful fairyland in the sky.
Although they were born at two poles, they all reached the same goal by different routes.
5. What are the beautiful ancient sentences of ei rhyme? Qi Fei, you promised me a drizzle, a piece of jade and a butterfly. In the end, it was just a floating flower, but it withered.
You once promised me 1 million to be a thrush, and Luoyang paper is expensive. In the end, I just miss you without regret, sad and beautiful. The string is chaotic and hard to sigh.
The front edge is hard to break and not easy to get tired. You once promised me to indulge in the flute and sing a childhood song, but in the end it was just charming.
You once promised me to play the flute, and I will follow you forever. Finally, it was just raining and wet. Still water, singing; The third world is sunny and round, and once it is sad.
There are many charms in the world, but I only love you. Life can be fun, not bad.
Accumulate ancient love threads and crush the accumulation of deep red acacia. The river is lonely, the banks are dark green, and your figure is standing everywhere, which is so beautiful.
You promised me that the bead curtain would droop lightly, and a glass of aftertaste would make the fireworks fragile and the cinnabar cry in the end. The smoke is getting thicker and thicker, and I am tired of watching the right and wrong of mountains and rivers.
Lenze changed the world. Different people have different opinions, and wise people have different opinions, and they have no regrets.