60 ancient rhyme and style quotes, classic beautiful heartache good
1, the quiet water is deep, Cangsheng tread song; three lives of yin and yin and yin and yang, a day of sadness and happiness.
2, there are a hundred winks and a thousand reds in the world, only you are my love.
3, life can be happy, death is not regrettable.
4, the ancient love silk, kneaded red love.
5, the river is lonely, the two sides of the ink green, everywhere standing is your figure.
6, worrying about the faraway charm, is a distant untouchable sadness, such as micro clouds lonely moon, can only look at the distance of the end of the world.
7, the lights of the stars, the sound of people, the song does not exhaust the chaos of the beacon.
The dark clouds cover the moon, the trace of people, can not say as lonely.
8, all kinds of stories, but the love hurt; easy water people go, the moon as frost.
9, with my three life fireworks, in exchange for your world of confusion.
10, I am young, Shaohua pour negative.
11, the long street long, fireworks flourish, you pick the lamp back to see,
12, the short pavilion short, the red dust run over, I put the Xiao again sigh.
13, the end is who makes the string broken, flowers fall on the shoulders, trance disorientation
14, how many red faces pining, how many lovesickness shattered, only to leave the blood stained with ink and cry messy graveyard.
15, the vast expanse of a sword all save broken, where the prosperity of the song fall. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
16, any of his things clear and turbid, for you to smile between the wheel of Gan fall.
17, to send you a song, do not ask the end of the song people gathered and dispersed.
18, who will be burned scattered smoke, scattered the vertical and horizontal ties.
19, listen to the string break, break that three thousand obsessions. The fall flower annihilation, annihilation of a wind ripples. If the flower is poor, it will fall on the fingertips of whoever it is.
20, the mountains have wood, wood has branches, the heart is pleased with the gentleman, you do not know. liuxue86.com
21, forget who forgets the first, the country is the old country. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
22: In the past, there were high buildings with songs and strings, and there were sleeves of the dance of the city and the country.
23. When the flowers and waves are all gone, I will be alone with you.
24, a spring to red face old, flowers fall people die two do not know.
25, your sunset, my face, who's a third of the year.
26, you are the tip of the pen, who is thinking about the youth, in the absolute city of the deserted way to turn into a song.
27, who the corners of the eyes of the vermillion tears of the mole to fulfill your prosperity of the world, you jingo iron horse Jiangshan gifted who a stone broken sky of empty joy.
28, the next love song, the word to you to fill in, to see who you are still high above the king.
29, the window bloomed in the dazzling array, is the Fusheng and past the years of vivid glory.
30, the love song about the wind and moon, but has nothing to do with you and me.
31, the theater into the picture, a lifetime of the end of the world.
32, such as flowers and beautiful people can not beat the water flow.
33, the passing scenery, there is no one for you to collect.
34, is the fate of the sad, or the pain of reincarnation.
35, rolling in whose years and whose end of the world.
36, that a flourishing years, we guarded the loneliness hurt face to face.
37, who puts who's bright in the eyes, who puts who's sad to empathize.
38, just step by step, the road no return, frosty face.
39, tongue stranded wonderful vine, is to want to dance for you to a song of the last pouring country.
40, the night is cool, the lights are dark, the ambiguity is dispersed, the song is turning.
41, complicated experience in the corner of the eye engraved deep lines, I turned around and carved a flower.
42, those who staged a prosperous refused to curtain the years in the blooming of a heavenly flower.
43, in the next life I will come back to pawn, in the next life I will come back to take a blood oath with you.
44, the right side of happiness, barren people.
45, missed years in the desert in the northern bloom colorful purple violet flowers, but barren cycle of spring and summer.
46, the sadness of the departed, the sadness of parting. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
47, the quiet water is deep, Cangsheng tread song; three lives of yin and yin and round and round, a day of sadness and happiness.
48, the lights of the stars, the sound of people, the song is not all the chaos beacon.
49, dark clouds cover the moon, the trace of people, can not say as lonely.
50, the sky is not old, love is hard to stop. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
51, like this star is not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night.
52, the dream of the jungle, a hundred flowers, people come and go, prosperous.
53, the butterfly is very beautiful, but ultimately fly through the sea.
54, finally for that a Jiangnan rain and smoke covered the world, Ronghua Xie, but after a, mountains and rivers forever silent.
55, the wind is a finger sand, old is a period of years.
56, mountains and rivers arch, for the gentleman a smile.
57, through the flow of years dreaming back to the curved water to see the fireworks bloom out of the full moon.
58, the fog dispersed, the dream woke up, I finally saw the real, that is, the silence of a thousand sails.
59, the two ends of the birth, we stand each other into the shore.
60, the fate of the gathering and dispersal of the fate of the water, the back of the ten thousand feet of dust, just for a sentence, waiting for the next meeting. How would you like, your affectionate gaze disperses the cold moonlight, blooming a glazed clear sky, tearing the night apart, dyeing a boundless blossom. Cutting clouds for the sleeve, I am in the slender strand like butterflies flying, you, holding a tube of jade flute, pouring out three thousand love, a high-pitched and a low voice.
Second, the lights and stars, the sound of people, the song does not exhaust the chaos of the beacon.
Third, once the spring is gone, the old face, the flowers fall, the people die two do not know.
Fourth, a year old year, a day without a day, an autumn and an autumn, a generation of a generation of a gathering and a parting, a joy and a sadness, a couch and a lie, a lifetime of a dream to find a partner to know, he will be a moment we will be a moment of that general acquaintance, blowing a moment to sing a moment.
Fifth, be tough on yourself, force yourself to work hard, and then in five years you will thank yourself for today's hard work and hate yourself for today's laziness and low self-esteem.
Sixth, you smiled, I waved a hand, a lonely road will show to both ends.
Seventh, the other side of the flower bloom, reincarnation of a hundred years. The white horse passed by, ravaged the former red face. The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you, I was so happy to see you, I was so happy to see you. To be that moment, the sea is but a wisp of smoke.
Eight, lonely star broken, broken dreams, cold clothes. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you'll be able to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. I always want to avoid those memories about you, return to the ultimate calm, so that the heart is calm and relaxed. However, the moment you turn your head, you forget the tenderness of the millennium, for me to plant a bone-deep wound in this life; thousands of drunkenness, can not be drunk this life of ten thousand volumes of sadness. Volume in the volume, words carved heart, only a song sings an unchanging story, fade into the heart.
Nine, all kinds of today, like water without trace. The first thing I want to do is to get rid of all the things that I've done in the past, and then I'm going to go back and do it again.
Tenth, when you can not make a decision, let the time to help you decide. If you still can not decide, do it again. I'd rather make a mistake and not have any regrets.
XI, the light stars, the sound of people, the song does not exhaust the chaos of the beacon.
twelve, always in the unintentional years of life. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. The first time I saw this, I realized that it was a long time coming.
13, a flower a world, a leaf a pursuit. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
Fourteen, the vast expanse of the world a sword all save broken, where the prosperity of the song fall.
xv>You can't change yesterday, but if you worry too much about tomorrow, you will ruin today.
XVI, such as flowers and beautiful people, like water flow, back to the past, back to the beginning can not.
XVII, the flow of years, according to the wind and passed, palm of the memory, written full of warmth you give. A greeting, through the thousands of mountains, warm fingertips cool; a touch of nostalgia, over the cycle of seasons, warm heart. A journey of wind and rain, accompanied by a journey of landscape, not for the prosperity of the world, only for the warmth of time. I use thousands of tenderness, in the season of a thousand turns, for you to paint a colorful picture, with the spring sunshine, take the summer rain as a poem, enjoy the quiet beauty of autumn, pick up the winter snow for the warmth of the inner abundance, placed in the plain days, with the gentle text, keep a window of the quiet beauty of the years, in the flow of time to allow a happy, in the light of a smile, and you look at.
XVIII, forget who first forgot, the country is the old country. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
nineteen, can not forget the memories, continue to live, miss, as a passer-by.
Twenty, through the years dream back to the water to see the fireworks bloom out of the full moon.
XXI, I want to know with the gentleman, long life without absolute decline. The mountain without a mausoleum, the river for the exhaustion, winter thunder vibration, summer rain and snow, heaven and earth together, and dare to be with you
Twenty-two, loneliness is the spirit of the field of the most elegant, when the pursuit of the cause of the steadfastness of the depths of the heart overflowed in the drill, the self-love will be like a flower blossomed in the fragrance of the human nature of the beauty of the interpretation of the. With all the innate impatience is fuzzy and forgotten into abandonment, reappearance of the fragrance of the heart flowers, they will be fine taste, fine lonely wind flow!
Twenty-three, the sky is not old, love is hard to stop. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Twenty-four, the most understanding of your people, will always be around to guard you, so that you do not have a trace of aggression; really love you people, perhaps not say a lot of love your words, but will do a lot of love you things.
Twenty-five, and smart people to communicate, and reliable people in love, and positive people **** things, and humor with the people. If life can be so, is the greatest happiness.
Twenty-six, both do not look back, why not forget. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a conversation with a man who had been in the middle of a conversation with a woman.
Twenty-seven, forget who first forgot, the country is the old country. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and the second time I saw it was when I was a teenager.
The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley.
Twenty-nine, there is a kind of stoicism is actually a hidden power, there is a kind of silence is actually a shocking confession.
Thirty, if I change my mouth first, whether the days are still the same fine water.
Thirty-one, I'm not me you turn around and walk away in Suzhou is not me.
Thirty-two, Fanghua wasted time, is ultimately stained fingers years, looking at the memory of the long way, too many strange intersection of language, can not tell the most complete expression, every time in the text walk in the word line, hiding a drop of time tears, in the face of the age of Kansai old, and constantly repeating the story of the encounter and parting. Encounter is a kind of reunion, parting is a touch of broken. Standing between the time and years, gazing at the world clouds and smoke, tearful eyes lingering, unhesitatingly looking for the lost track of the years.
Thirty-three, send the gentleman a song, do not ask the end of the song people gathered and dispersed.
1. Three Hunan sad sideburns meet the autumn color, ten thousand miles back to the heart of the moon. The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you, and I'm so happy to see you.
3. I am not lonely at all, because my world is lively enough with me alone.
4. Ask what is love in this world, and you will be taught to live and die together.
5. Missed years in the northern desert bloom colorful purple violet flowers, but barren round of spring and summer.
6. There is a road in the mountain of books, and there is no cliff in the sea of learning, but there is no cliff in the sea of learning, and there is no cliff in the sea of learning.
7. At dawn, I look at the sky and the clouds at night, and I think of you when I walk, and I think of you when I sit.
8. If heaven is too crowded, then we will go to hell together.
9. Once the ocean is hard to be water, except the witch mountain is not cloud.
10. Contemplating the tears of the heroes, the world is full of pain. The world is full of pain and suffering, and the mountains and rivers are forever silent.
11. The two swallows flew in, did they meet each other on the street? The first time I saw this is when I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
13. For whom to sing a song of separation, to whom to say love, to whom to write the end of the world.
14. The first makeup of the red dust, mountains and rivers without boundaries. The initial face, crushing the nightmare impermanence, destiny.
15. Whose fingers, flow is your light delicate face?
16. no one in the house, the autumn moon is bright, the night frost wants to fall gas first clear. The first thing I want to do is to get out of the house and get out of the house.
17. Spring silkworms to death, wax torch into ashes, tears began to dry. Li Shangyin's "Untitled" (无题? It is difficult to part when meeting each other"
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18. The only place where you don't get tired of looking at each other is Jingting Mountain. Li Bai's "Sitting Alone in Jingting Mountain"
19. The small lotus has only shown its sharp tip, and there are dragonflies standing on its head. Yang Wanli's "Small Pond"
20. The water of Yuan Shui passes through the waves and connects with Wugang, so I don't feel the sadness of separation when I send you off. Wang Changling's "Sending Chai away"
21. The warblers on the branches and their tears are heard. The partridge in the sky? The partridges on the branches and the tears are heard
22. The rain is wet in the dusk, and the swing is wet. Li Qingzhao's "Raccoon Creek Sand" (浣溪沙). The day of cold food in the light of spring light"
23. The river and mountains are beautiful in the late sun, and the flowers and grasses are fragrant in the spring breeze. Du Fu's "Two Absolutes"
24. The sun sinks into the pavilion at the beginning of the brook clouds, and the mountain rain wants to fill the building. Xu Hun, "The East Tower of Xianyang City"
25. No one wears the flowers, no one advises the wine, and no one cares about the drunkenness. Huang Gongshao, "The Case of the Green Jade? The Yearly Social Day Stopping the Needle and Thread"
26. The black hair does not know that it is early to study diligently, and the white head regrets that it is late to study. Yan Zhenqing's "Poem on Exhortation to Learning"
27. The river is blue, the birds are white, and the mountains are green, and the flowers are on fire. Dufu's "Two Absolutes"
28. The bright moon was there at that time, and it once shone on the colorful clouds. The moon was bright at that time, and it once shone on the colorful clouds returning. After the Dream, the Buildings and Platforms are Highly Locked"
29. The sea sun is still alive at night, and the river spring has entered the old year. Wang Wan's "Under the Second Beigu Mountain"
30. Wang Wei, "Remembering the Brothers of Shandong on the Ninth Day of the Ninth Month"
31. The sorrows of the autumn graves are not yet over, and the butterflies are recognized in the spring. Nalan Seide's "Butterfly Lovers" (蝶恋花?)
31. The moon in the sky is the most pitiful"
32. The world is infinite, but the painting of a piece of sadness is not possible. Gao Toad's "The Evening of Jinling"
33. I am saddened by the thought of being alone. Ruan Ji (阮籍), one of the eighty-two poems in the Song of Songs
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34. Birds fly away from a thousand mountains, and people disappear along ten thousand paths. Liu Zongyuan's "River Snow"
35. A branch of red apricots out of the wall, the wall outside the pedestrians are alone sad. Wu Rong's Seeing Apricot Blossoms on the Way
36. Don't listen to the sound of the leaves beating through the forest, there is no harm in chanting and walking slowly. Su Shi (苏轼)《定风波？ March 7"
37. Birds fly away from thousands of mountains, and people's traces are extinguished along ten thousand paths. Liu Zongyuan's "River Snow"
38. The soil flower was once stained with Xiang'e's tears, and the tears of lead are hard to be dispelled. Nalan Seide's Cai Sang Zi? The earth flower once dyed Xiang'e's hair"
39. The crown is full of the capital, but the man of the world is only emaciated. Du Fu's "Two Dreams of Li Bai" (梦李白二首). The Gangland is so beautiful that it attracts countless heroes to bend their backs. Mao Zedong, "Qinyuanchun? Snow"
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1. Once the sea is hard to water, in addition to the witch mountain is not a cloud. Yuan Zhen's "Five Songs of Separate Thoughts" (离思五首?其四).
2. The human world is full of happiness. Su Shi's "Raccoon Sand" (浣溪沙?)
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3. A thousand warblers cry in green and red, and the wind of wine flags blows in the water villages and mountains. Du Mu's "Spring in the South of the River"
4. Meng Haoran's "Returning to the South Mountain at the End of the Year"
5. This year's flower is the most hasty, and it seems to be hateful to meet each other, and I am sad and pining. Zhou Bangyan's "Flower Offense? The Little Stone Plum Blossom"
6. again to the broken hearted look back, tears steal zero. The wind and flotsam have been transformed into ping pong"
7. The peaks of the mountains are different from each other, and the heights of the mountains are different from each other. Su Shi's Title to the Western Forest Wall
8. The orchid buds under the mountain are short of dipping into the stream, and the sandy road between the pines is clean and free of mud, and the Zigui cries in the dashing evening rain. Su Shi's "Raccoon Sand? The Temple of the Clear Spring in the Herb Water"
9! The road is difficult to travel! I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to make it. The long wind will break the waves sometimes, hanging straight from the cloud sails to help the sea. Li Bai's "It is difficult to walk on the road" (行路難).
10. The tide is flat and the shore is wide, the wind is right and a sail is hanging.
2:Toward the spring to go red face old, flowers fall people die two do not know.
3:Every breath in mid-air stranded, that thin like a needle waist will be fantasy expansion.
4: The memory of peers will crack into an amber smile, such as the thousandth kiss goodbye in the wind.
5:Young face, always can not afford a hint of fiddling, listening to the bottom of the empty song, lifting a thousand leaves want to leave the idea.
6:Begin to get up and move the muscles and bones, the activity is to close the eyes of the high altitude walking rope, from this end of life to the unknown somewhere.
7:Growing up, is to look back and carve on the stoicism, to say that the years have chosen to remember the tree.
8:The long sleeves of the rolled-up extended winter outlaw theater towing shed, cuffs water droplets stalled for a long time, before gently pointing down a spring cold.
9:Season whistling past, the palm of the hand to hold up the tomorrow will be wandering.
10:The end is in the distant doomsday, no one can predict the end.
11:For me, if you are not by my side, what is the use of having these thousands of miles of rivers and mountains
12:The parting of the ways and backs, sighing plums return late
13:Even if the fate of the world is difficult to disobey, I will let you be at peace with it.
14: capricious? I offer the world for you to be wild.
15:I step to kill, but died in your eyes.
16:If you go first, I will also accompany you on the road to reincarnation.
17:I would like to accompany you from green shirt to old age.
18:Reborn after nine bends and eighteen turns, seeking the blue.
19:Mirror until you can not open it, only to find that there is a room.
20:Time since then do not belong to, pain transfer into bitter diffusion, lingering years into a bunch of fine and subtle acid.
21:If the morning light leaks from another world, it must be vast and full of reminders.
22:The dream of Luangmiao is amber-colored flow.
23:Imagery is the uninitiated martial artist who is painting in a painting.
24:Splashed from the eighteen-story building, we have long said goodbye to the moonlight at the window.
25:We all upshift God forward, forget how to go backwards.
26:I would like to put a paper kite in the clear sky, the paper kite to the clouds want to rope break
27:Walking in the crowd, we put on a mask to isolate others and isolate themselves.
28:People sitting in pairs immersed in the text, the breeze breathing or with the afternoon sun snoring.
29:Slowly chanting, attachment is a contradiction in terms of growth.
30:Unwarranted inheritance of the wind's bloodline, destined to walk through the dark corners.
31:Shuttle in the aisle between the grid, can not wait to slow swallowing and chewing, occasionally caught by the corner, sunk.
32:Melancholy tears tears sadness, a few lonely a few people field?
33:How many red faces pining, how many lovesickness broken, only to leave blood stained ink crying messy mound.
34:Ultimately, who makes the string break, flowers fall on the shoulders, trance disorientation
35:Qianqian phantom, only see Qianqian ancient moon.
36:Your eyes are like peonies but not like peonies that open demonic.
37:To be floating flowers and waves of stamens are exhausted, accompanied by the king alone.
38:The quiet water is deep, Cangsheng tread song; birth of the yin and yin and yin and yin and yang, toward the sadness and joy.
39:Lights and stars, the sound of people, the song does not exhaust the chaos of the beacon.
40:Like a beautiful flower, like water flowing years, back to the past, back to the beginning.
41:Dark clouds cover the moon, the trace of people, can not say as lonely.
42:The sky is not old, love is hard to stop. The heart is like a double silk net, there are thousands of knots.
43:Soft fingers, pointing open the cloud dream of the flower night.
44:Tearful eyes ask the flower flower does not speak, messy red fly through the swing to go.