1. Parting with love, meeting with resentment, and returning to the west are nothing like this. It's nothing but empty flowers and illusion.
2. In the reincarnation when you turned around and missed me, I was beyond redemption.
3. Bai Zihua, I have never regretted anything I have done in this life. But if I could do it again, I would never fall in love with you again.
4. Bai Zihua, I curse you in the name of God: in this life, eternal life, immortality, immortality, invulnerability and immortality.
5. "For the fish and geese in this world, you'd better smile less."
6. Bai Zi's paintings, on the road to Huangquan, in the Wangchuan River, beside Sansheng Stone, at the head of Naihe Bridge , Have I seen you?
7. A white dress comes into my eyes. The white is not as bright as snow, but soft, kind and comfortable, as if it has been mashed and dyed by the moonlight of the autumn night. The boy's face gradually became clearer, with a slight yellowish tint in the white. His brows were as clear as Jingchuan's clear waves, and his figure was as handsome as a orchid or jade tree. He just sat quietly, and I already felt as if I could see: the bright moon rising from the Tianshan Mountains, and the spring breeze passing through Mobei.
8. In the beginning, it was the apricot blossoms that blew all over the head in spring, who was young and romantic? 9. If your life only lasts for a moment, even if you stay together for a moment in this life, it will be a lifetime... ...Sad ancient love poems
1. The exquisite dice and the red beans make me miss you deeply.
The glazed comb strokes the green silk, and the painting touches the heart and is not crazy.
2. The young man was listening to Yuge upstairs, the tent was dimly lit by red candles. A young man in his prime listens to the rain in a boat. The river is wide and the clouds are low. The wild geese cry out in the west wind.
Now I am listening to the rain at the foot of the monk’s hut, and there are already stars on my temples. Joys and sorrows are always ruthless. Before the first term, every drop of blood till dawn.
3. Time is like a two-year-old flower, passing by the river, thousands of flowers bloom, looking back in shock, how can I love you.
4. I will crush my body to pieces, and I will keep you safe forever
5. During a spring outing, apricot blossoms will blow all over your head. Who's young on the road? Quite romantic. I plan to marry you and live in peace for the rest of my life. Even if you are ruthlessly abandoned, you cannot be ashamed.
6. The moon collects frost and the night sky is picturesque
The skin is reflected better than the snow and the breeze blows white and carries it forward
Who can relieve the worries of the old head
>Lament that we can no longer sing songs when traveling far away
Who beats the fou and sings loudly, the water is rustling
I have traveled thousands of miles for you
See all the colorful features of fallen heroes Haggard
But you just don’t see me
But you just don’t see me
Left here alone
Who sings and dances with mesmerizing eyes?
The dance steps are startling, the thoughts are flying, the clothes are gone and the prosperity is gone
Thousands of rivers and mountains are full of snow
You just don’t see me
The moon is gathering frost and the night is as dark as ink Painting
The lining is plain, the hands are slender, the wind blows, and the belt of the rolled clothes is fluttering
The long sound of the flute and the bright moon do not shine in my heart
I only hope that you will read it carefully and not be negative
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He Nianjun stopped walking and looked back
And He Nianjun stretched out his hand to hold the hanger
7. Zhang Qiling - Lend me three thousand pens and ink to paint his indifferent features
Give me a glass of sake to commemorate his innocence
Wu Xie - Promise me to grow old for ten years in exchange for his return the next day
Walking in the snow to find Messi Lake, Hangsu is waiting hard for his return
8. Two thousand years of obsession, but it would never be the same again.
If we are not destined to meet each other in the end, why should we let you and I meet each other in this life and see each other for ten thousand years?
In the foggy dream, whose shadow passed through, whose lovesickness was annihilated, and whose present and past lives were buried?
9. You said, the green face was covered with tea, and the lake was shimmering; later, during the Spring Festival Gala in the Painting Hall, the mountains were covered with mist;
You said, the white sails were dotted, and the former dynasty emerged; later , Gusu Hanshan, passenger ship in the middle of the night;
You said, when we met in the morning, how could the flowing water be ashamed; later, the fingers returned, and I fell asleep several times;
You said, the frost cage It's slightly cold, thinking about the warmth of Fengqian's ice and snow; later, when the drizzle blows on my face, I think about Meng Guang raising his eyebrows to raise a case
10. The blue sky falls on the yellow spring, life and death follow each other
This is the only thing left in the chaotic world of mortals. A song of troubled times, the prosperity has faded and is waiting for you to reconcile
Look, the spring breeze has passed, and the peach blossoms have also fallen.
I am still singing this intermittent song.
11. Spring is light, red is resentful. Cover the double rings, and draw pictures among the flowers in the light rain. The silent tears burst into tears. In the dim light, the fragrance is sold and the dream returns.
Leaning on the painting screen and thinking about the past are all wrong. They are just words of lovesickness. I remember that at that time, there were weeping willow silks, flower branches, and butterflies all over the courtyard.
12. The exquisite dice contains red beans, lovesick red beans, lovesickness to the bone, do you know?
13. In the vast world, you are only devoted to the tender moment under the umbrella. The color of the lake is thousands of hectares, the water waves are cold, the time is cold for hundreds of generations, but under an umbrella, an eighty-four-bone oil paper umbrella with a purple bamboo handle, people are gathering with each other, and under the umbrella there is the fragrance of the world. Xin, a thousand years of practice is a blank without memory, but a moment under the umbrella is enough to be passed down for thousands of years.
14. The delicate mud is charming and decadent in the third month of summer. The youngest new leaves don't even bother to wither, so why should we say goodbye to each other?
Among the round pebbles, the fire of rebirth is lingering. Time is only an inch, and prosperity continues. Under the dripping grass eaves, who bumped into the old lantern in front of the window and polished it, a hasty reunion
At the end of Qingping, the wind and dew were whirling, and I thought that this moment coincided with cause and effect. Is it the blooming and falling of spring and autumn, or the twinkling of the night, which one is more worthy? Make the same mistake again and again
The dormant ones sway with the broken stems, and soar into the sky in one flower and one world. The body is about to cool down, there are still a few nights of Huayan, and the longing has not stopped
Beside the clear and shallow pond, the urge to rebirth breaks the ground. The sky and the earth are exquisite, and flying insects are buried. In the far away river and Han, there is phosphorus fire falling to the ground like a comet. I hope that we can embrace each other in life and death.
At the end of Qingping, the wind and dew are even more whirling. I thought that at this moment, cause and effect coincided. It is the blooming and falling of spring and autumn, or the twinkling of the early night, whoever is willing to make a mistake can make a mistake
At the end of midsummer, the night is still scorching hot. Another clutch, starting to feel sad. The bottom of the fan dodges, or the rain breaks it. Everywhere is worth it, reluctant to leave
15. The gentleness of the lowered head is just like the shyness of a water lotus that cannot withstand the cool breeze
16. Drink a few mouthfuls of magnolia dew in the morning, and at night Eat a handful of autumn chrysanthemum leaves. As long as your heart is beautiful and firm, you will not feel happy or miserable even if you have a sallow complexion and thin skin. I took the wooden roots and tied them with Angelica dahuricae, then strung together the pistils and stamens, and then wrapped the fungus hanging on the cymbidium and twisted it into a long rope. I will pursue the ancient sages and never obey the world.
17. Who used the fleeting time to mess up the floating life, and also used the floating life to mess up the world of mortals. If you can find happiness and stability in this life, who would want to be homeless?
18. If my heart is a lotus, with a branch of light in the middle, even if it is just that cut of light, I want it to proudly hold out its glory.
19. If there is no predestined relationship, among the six realms, among the three thousand great thousand worlds, and millions of bodhicitta sentient beings, why do I only see you with a smile on my face?
If there is a fate, after the lanterns are turned on, three feet of snow will turn white overnight, and I will be speechless, but there will be only ashes and no rekindling
20. How many pens and inks can you give me? Can we write down all the wasted years in the story? Tracing of the red dust scroll.
How many sharp swords can you give me to cut off all the misunderstandings and sorrows in the world? Greed is just like first meeting.
How many Yaoqins can you give me so that when I read you, the strings will not break and the sound will cease? Singing white snow and spring in the air.
How much fat and rouge can you give me before you can admire my face under the moon? Chatting over cups and cups in the pavilion.
How much time can you give me to forget the cinnabar between my eyebrows? Your soft singing.
How many red candles can you give me so that I can love you so much that I can no longer care about you in this life? You are a stranger in the world. Poignant and beautiful love poems from ancient times
1. I wish to have the person I love and stay together forever. "Baitou Yin" by Zhuo Wenjun
2. The exquisite dice and the red beans make people miss each other deeply. Wen Tingyun's "Two Poems of Nan Ge Zi"
3. Who do you want to say that lovesickness is like? A lover doesn't know. Yan Jidao's "Sauve Acacia, Long Acacia"
4. Huanjun Mingzhu sheds tears, wishing they had met before they were married. Zhang Ji's "The Song of a Chaste Woman to Master Li Sikong in Dongping"
5. Taking a look back at Huacong lazily, I am half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king. Yuan Zhen's "Five Poems on Li Si"
6. I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. Li Zhiyi "I live at the head of the Yangtze River"
7. I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and you will definitely live up to your love. Li Zhiyi "I live at the head of the Yangtze River"
8. Hating you is not like the moon in the river, north and south, east and west, north and south, east and west, we can only follow each other without separation. Lu Benzhong's "I hate you when picking mulberry seeds, but I hate you as much as the moon in the river"
9. I hope you will pick more of them, as this is the most lovesick thing. Wang Wei's "Lovesickness"
10. The poor bones by the Wuding River are like those in a spring boudoir's dream! Chen Tao's "Two of Four Journey to the West"
11. Beauty is like a flower Across the clouds! There is the long sky of Qingming above, and the waves of Lu River below. Li Bai's "Long Acacia No. 1"
12. I miss you day by day without seeing you, and drink the water of the Yangtze River every day. "I Live at the Head of the Yangtze River" by Li Zhiyi
13. When the ends of the earth are limited, there is only endless place for lovesickness. Yan Shu's "Jade House Spring Hate"
14. After putting on makeup, I asked my husband in a low voice, and the eyebrows were dark and light. Zhu Qingyu's "Recent Examination of Zhang Ji's Water Department"
15. I heard that you had two opinions, so I came to decide. "Baitou Yin" by Zhuo Wenjun
16. Suddenly seeing the willow color on the street, I regret teaching my husband to find a title. Wang Changling's "Girlfriends"
17. A famous flower enchants the whole country and makes the king smile. Li Bai's "Qing Ping Diao No. 3"
18. Lovers complain about the distant night, but they start to miss each other at night. Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan"
19. Since the king came out, who has seen the precious mirror? I miss you like a long river, and I often hear the sound of whimpering. Xin Hongzhi's "Since the King's Coming"
20. Life is about coming back, and death is about longing for love. Su Wu's "Leaving a Farewell Wife"
21. I hold wine for you to greet the setting sun, and leave the evening light among the flowers. Song Qi's "Spring Scene in the Jade Tower"
22. If we miss each other but do not love each other, who will spring for us? Nalan Xingde's "Painting Spring, a Lifelong Life of Two People"
23. It is useless to think of lovesickness, but it is just pure madness to feel melancholy. Li Shangyin's "Untitled and Heavy Curtain in the Mochou Hall"
24. The humble concubine stays alone in the empty room. She is worried and misses you, but dare not forget her. Unconsciously, her clothes are stained with tears. Cao Pi's "Yan Ge Xing"
25. The red candle is on the back, the embroidered curtain is hanging down, and the dream is long and you don't know it. Wen Tingyun's "Geng Liuzi's Willow Silk Grows"
26. Recalling your heart is like the water of the West River, flowing eastward day and night without rest. Yu Xuanji's "Jianling Worry and Hope for Children"
27. When flowers fall and flowers bloom, they always rely on the emperor of the East. Yan Rui's "The Fortune Teller Doesn't Love the Wind and Dust"
28. May I be the southwest wind and live long in your arms. "The Moon on a High Building" by Cao Zhi
29. Love is without words, so don’t waste your tears on the flower paper. Yan Jidao "Partridges are drunk in the sky, taking pictures of spring clothes and cherishing the old fragrance"
30. After we say goodbye, I don’t know whether you are far or near.
Ouyang Xiu's "I don't know whether you are far or near after the spring farewell in Yulou"
31. I am afraid of lovesickness, but I already miss lovesickness. When it is my turn to miss lovesickness, I have no words to express, and there is only a hint of love between my eyebrows. Yu Yan's "Acacia Broken Flower Branches"
32. The young woman in the boudoir knows no worries, and goes up to the green building with makeup on the spring day. Wang Changling's "Brother's Resentment"
33. Tonight in Yanzhou, I can only watch it alone in my boudoir. Du Fu's "Moonlight Night"
34. Love is as deep as the sea, and old things are as far away as the sky. Le Wan's "Bu Shuzi's Reply to Shi"
35. I miss my hometown so much, why should I leave it to another place? Cao Pi's "The Journey of the Song"
36. Lonely in the deep boudoir, I feel an inch of sadness in my heart. Thousand wisps. Li Qingzhao's "Thoughts on the Boudoir with Red Lips"
37. It is difficult for a slave to come out, so teach him to be merciful. Li Yu's "The Bodhisattva's wild flowers, the bright moon and the dark mist"
38. I have never had time to miss lovesickness, and I will curse you all the time. Shu Prostitute "The Magpie Bridge Immortal Speaks of the Alliance and the Oath"
39. The moonlight enters the high building, and I miss the two places. Qiu Jin's "The Bodhisattva Sends a Female Companion"
40. The mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke is cold, the water is cold, and I miss the maple leaves. Li Yu's "A Mountain of Longing for Love"
41. When you return home in your arms, your concubine is heartbroken. Li Bai's "Spring Thoughts"
42. I know that my heart is like the sun and the moon, and my husband's oath is the same as life and death. Zhang Ji's "The Chant of a Chaste Woman to Master Li Sikong in Dongping"
43. Meeting and getting drunk is the prerequisite, and the wind and rain are gone, drifting away. Su Shi's "Magpie Bridge Immortal Farewell to Chen Lingju on Chinese Valentine's Day"
44. It is useless to miss each other and regret that we met in the first place. Zhu Yizun's "Reminiscences of the Time of Youth and Flying Flowers"
45. It spins up and down and spins into the sky, white hair is cherished by many lovers. Sikong Tu "Jiuquanzi Buys Apricot Blossoms"
46. I asked you why it is so easy to say goodbye, and how many moons can be seen in a year. Nalan Xingde's "The Bodhisattva asked you why it was so easy to say goodbye"
47. You are as clear as dust on the road, and I am as muddy as cement. Cao Zhi's "The Moon Ascends a High Building"
48. When I am exhausted for the king, there are hundreds of flowers. Wen Tingyun's "Nangezi Japanese Japanese fell down and combed his bun"
49. The twelfth floor is full of makeup, and the Wangxian Tower is looking at the king. Xue Feng's "Gong Ci"
50. Sitting idle and grieving for the king, he also grieves for himself. How many years will it take? Yuan Zhen's "Three Poems on Sorrow and Feelings"
51. There are no bees and butterflies admiring the fragrance, and the red clothes are taken off to make the heart feel painful. He Zhu's "Bitter Heart Willows Return to the Pond"
52. The temples are pitifully green, just because they miss the old age. Yan Jidao's "The Dream of Shengchazi Guanshan"
53. When the courtyard gate is closed during the quiet flower time, beauties stand side by side in the Qiongxuan. Zhu Qingyu's "Gong Ci" Collection of Excerpts of Sad Ancient Style Love Poems_Ancient Style Sentences
Complete Collection of Excerpts of Sad Ancient Style Love Poems_Ancient Style Sentences_
1. Ancient style mottled bamboo branches, mottled bamboo branches, dotted with tears. Lovesickness. The guest wants to hear Yao Se's complaint, it's late at night in Xiaoxiang when the moon is bright. Yu Xi's "Xiaoxiang Song"
2. Does the ancient style give rise to Cha Zi? Ouyang Xiu last year, on the Lantern Festival night, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day. On the top of the willow tree, people meet after dusk. On the first night of the new year, the moon and lights are still there. Seeing people from last year, my spring shirt sleeves are wet with tears.
3. The ancient rhyme is desolate and the tears of Qingqiu fall. The mat is slightly cool, making me feel sleepless. I get up in the middle of the night when I'm about to wake up from wine. The moon is as bright as the sky and water. There is a cry of coldness in the sky. The tree is golden and the wind is blowing, and the door is quietly closed. Cherish the old joy and join hands, thinking about it turns into haggard overnight. "Butterflies in Love with Flowers" by Feng Yansi
4. Ancient rhyme and beautiful prose Time is like water, coming quietly, leaving no trace of its tentacles, and it has gradually faded away. Like the morning dew, there are many bitter days, and the decades are endlessly sad. Looking at the peach blossoms in the cool, they are swaying in profusion, with a faint fragrance floating around, and lingering sadness. They are dancing all over the sky in the gentle spring breeze. It is very difficult to retain their beauty. When autumn comes back, the stars are changing, and I am often speechless and heartbroken, and my thoughts are hurt, and who can bear the haggard appearance. Spring is budding and thoughts are flying. Let's meet hand in hand and travel through the peach blossoms, and we will be together for thousands of years.
5. When you look back at the beautiful ancient style, it has been years; when you turn around, it is the end of the world; when you are separated, you will never be destined for life.
We don't know each other well enough, or the years are too ruthless. Looking at the spring dawn, the flowers gently bid farewell to the branches. In this world, how much can we wait for, and how much is worth waiting for.
6. The ancient winds keep me awake at night, and the cock crows at dawn. The moon in the hometown is silhouetted against the lotus fields. The head is as muddy as a dream, and worries are like smoke. The heart is never flattering, and walks before the tide.
7. Ancient rhyme The most pitiful person for hard work is the moon in the sky. The past is like a ring, and the past and past are like a jue. It's like the moon is bright and clear at the end, and the ice and snow are warm to you. That fate is easy to break, but the swallow remains, softly stepping on the curtain hook. After the autumn graves, the sorrow has not stopped, and the spring bushes recognize the two-dwelling butterflies. [Qing Dynasty] Nalan Xingde's "Die Lian Hua works hard and pities the moon in the sky most"
8. Beautiful ancient quotations Life in the world is like a white horse crossing the knee, just suddenly. My concubine lives forever, but she can remember everything you say.
9. The ancient customs will never go away, and a short trip will become a long trip. The year is homecoming, and the rain and tears fall on the lonely boat.
10. Beautiful ancient style 1. Encounter by fate. We are reunited by fate, and we hope to remember each other across the world. If you don’t look back, why not forget. But there is no chance, so why take an oath? If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night? The long song should cry, for those promises that cannot be fulfilled, for the deepest love in life, finally dispersed into clouds.
11. Ancient customs and customs want to exchange intoxication for desolation, so clear songs should not break your heart.
12. Listen to the wind, sway the branches, look at the moon, and caress the clear shadows. Thin thoughts cannot hold up your deep past. A faint smile can't relieve the sadness of watching me. The covenant we promised cannot penetrate these heavy years.
13. The ancient rhyme of Qing Ping Le - can’t keep people in - Yan Jidao can’t keep people in. Go to Xie Lanzhou.棣Bitao Spring Water Road. The place where the oriole crows at dawn. The head is green with poplars and willows. The branches and leaves are separated from each other. I will stop sending brocade books, and there will be no proof of the clouds and rain in the painting building.
14. In the ancient style, there is a tall building in the northwest, and the top is even with the floating clouds. There are sparse windows and three levels of pavilion. There is string singing, how sad is the sound! Who can sing this song, none other than Qiliang’s wife. The business goes with the wind, and the middle tune is lingering. Sighing again and again, generosity is more than sad. Cherishing the pain of the singer, but sad to know the sound of the rare. As two swans, they soar high. The fifth of the nineteen poems "There is a tall building in the northwest"
15. The ancient wind is still and the water is deep, and the Cang Sheng is singing; like smoke and splendor, fleeting; the ancient streets and lanes are like meeting each other, like strangers; one day Separation, half a lifetime of thoughts, life and death are wrong.
16. Beautiful ancient wind, the night dew is sticky and cold, the clouds make shadows, the candles shine on the curtains and the moon is half-curved. There is no relative, and I feel sad and leave the shore. Everything seems to have become yesterday, and when I look back, my dreams are in chaos. Wherever you pass, the water meanders into the mist, and the falling flowers wet your brows. Think about it, and your heart will become stronger. If you meet him for the first time, you will know that he is absolutely beautiful. The complexion is snowy, the towel is feather-like, and the ink is fragrant and fragrant. At the water's edge, hand in hand. Ten thousand points, lingering appointments, who will replace Wen Pingsheng?
17. The ancient style wanders around the world and makes endless thoughts. We met, but in a hurry. The beauty's hands are red with tears. Ask Dongfeng Yu how he is? Spring is here, who is it with? Sui Di is full of water in March.
18. Ancient customs - Talking about nine-minute drunkenness, the Qiujiang River is sad and haggard, and it is difficult to follow the lingering water thousands of times. Poetry and wine synchronize, follow the Qiunan meeting, and get drunk with you.
19. The beautiful ancient wind curtain is rolling, the wind is light and cold, and the small characters of "Mandarin Duck" write half of spring. After drinking, I feel lovesickness. How many scenes are there in the month? It’s hard to think about. Read, read. Don't complain, the grass is far away, and the words in your heart can also say goodbye to the old year. If you say goodbye lightly, you will not be returned. It's been a long time, and I haven't slept for a few times. Love, love.
20. Beautiful ancient quotations: The heart is slightly moved, but the love is far away, things are not the same, people are not the same, everything is different, the past cannot be pursued.
21. The beautiful ancient-style brushwork is full of flowers, the light marks are dark, the calligraphy is plain ink, and the makeup is on the paper. The eyes are filled with tears, and the smile is cold and residual. I drink lightly and get drunk, comforting the vicissitudes of life, rocking the boat, boating on the lake, A cloud of green smoke catches the snow alone in the cold river. The ripples gradually disperse. The weak pen is still filling in the broken sentences and chapters for you. The broken armor is still fighting for you to dominate the world. The rusty halberd is still there for you. In the bloody storm, the fairy tale of who is the most powerful person will be destroyed.
22. In ancient times, flowers bloom into poems and flowers fall into words.
How many times the flowers bloomed and fell, who gave them lifelong attachment? Who is it that has burned up a lifetime of infatuation in the ups and downs of reincarnation?
23. The ancient-style bun hurts the lazy spring, so it is better to comb it. The evening breeze is in the courtyard. The plum blossoms are falling in the early days, and the light clouds are coming and going. The ancient rhyme tells the heartfelt feelings - the willows in the east wind are green - Yan Shu's willows in the east wind are green. Light rain begins to clear. He sleeps in the fragrant pavilion, and there are singing orioles in the chaos. The leaves are thin and the waist is light. Make up. Spring is fragrant, March is like the wind, and it connects people.
25. In ancient times, there is a lotus-picking girl by the river, smiling and talking to people across the lotus. The bottom of the water is bright under new makeup, and the fragrance is lifted up in the air. Whose house do you want to visit Yelang? There are three, three, five and five poplar trees reflecting the trees. Liu hissed into the falling flowers, and his heart was broken when he saw this hesitation. Bai's "Lotus Picking Song"
26. There is a lot of spring sadness in the ancient courtyard. The clouds are broken, and I remember the places I visited when I was drunk. Now the lonely grass road is green every year after the Qingming rain. Shadows double as curtains and the sun sets. The cold fragrance is warm, but no one cares about the deep hatred. The east wind blows the catkins, and then follows the swallows to the west. Mori's "Die Lian Hua?" "West Lake Feels Old"
27. The ancient rhyme and beautiful prose have lasted for many years, but they have not been stained by the sorrow of the desert and the sorrow of the desert. The year is a sacrifice. The red makeup is tired in the music, and the beauty is lingering in the colorful dance. In the long world of mortals, a soft chant depicts half a life of desolation and loneliness, with pure sorrow like water. Lonely colored glass, deserted city and bustling heart. The traces of death are deeply imprinted in my bones. As the years pass by, the flower festival is beautiful. The accidental love disaster is lightly engraved in my heart. How about using some broken time to commemorate the passing years?
28. The ancient charm of spring breeze is still there, follow the willow trees deliberately. The moths are about to turn yellow, and the weather is clear and bright. In the past year, the purple road has a green gate, and tonight the rain brings soul to the clouds. A lifetime of languor is only worth a few evenings. "Qing Ping Le" by Zhao Lingji
29. On an ancient summer trip, poplars and catkins adorn your head. Less frivolous, arbitrary and shameless. She has a more beautiful face and is dressed in a jade-like dress. Yan Chou. Zhuang "Miss the Emperor's Country?" Summer Tour"
30. Thirty-three years of ancient rhyme, who survives today? Just count the king and the Yangtze River. However, the cypress trees are blue and dry, and they are suffering from frost and dryness. In the ancient county of Daosizhou, there are pine windows on Yunxi River and Zhuwu. South Bank, if you don't want to send your son, would you rather cross my country? It's raining, the rain has passed, the wind is dancing in the forest, and the smoke is covering the clouds. I hold this invitation to you and drink from the empty vat. Mr. Shi is old and in real dreams, he is relatively useless. The sound stopped, and before the pedestrians got up, the boats and drums met. Su Shi's "The Fragrance of the Courtyard"
31. The beautiful ancient saying once said that there is no need to worry about lovesickness. Why can't we stay together even if we are apart from each other? Thousands of years of expectation will eventually turn into ashes. Don't think about it, it is just a flashy dream.
32. Beautiful and ancient, I am just a passerby in your vast sea of ??people, can you not let me be obsessed with you? If, I am just the decoration of your flowery years, can you not let me be intoxicated? If I am just the starting point of your half-life wandering, can you not let me leave? If I am just a dispensable firework for you, can you not let me be broken? In the misty ancient city, who is waiting for me? The flowers fall silently and fall all over the ground. Do you know whose feelings you have hurt? Whose heart was broken?
33. The beautiful ancient sayings are dyed in the fire maple forest, the beautiful pot sings to the moon, and the long song leans against the building. Year after year, in front of the flowers and under the moon, there is a statue of fragrant wine. The red lotus falls, and the only sound is the jade chime, but the feeling remains the same.
34. In the ancient style, there are cypresses on the green mausoleum and stones in the Leilei stream. Born between heaven and earth, suddenly like a traveler from afar. Drinking and entertainment, talk about thick and thin. Cars and horses, playing games with Wan and Luo. Why is it so gloomy? The crown and belt are tied to each other. In the alleys of Quluo, there are many mansions of princes. The palaces face each other from a distance, and the two palaces are more than a hundred feet apart. The banquet entertains the mind, why is Qi Qi forced? Nineteen ancient poems, Part Three of "Cypresses on the Green Tomb"
35. In ancient times, people worked in the fields during the day and worked on hemp crops at night, and the children in the village were each responsible for their own affairs. Sun Weijie worked for farming and weaving, and he also learned to grow melons near Sangyin.
36. Ancient style - Talking about being drunk at eight o'clock, lifting the bead curtain to watch the moist moon, who is playing the pipa to play the rosy cheeks, the cool breeze blows the cold, the cold moon is ghostly, leaning against the window the remaining makeup fades.
37. The ancient rhymes and beautiful articles are empty. Looking back, the time is not the same. I have loved you for a thousand years since I first met you. We are separated by two places and no one can take pity on us. Who should bear the fate of whom? Who is the fate of whom? Spending time in youth, turning your eyes and crying in your sleeves, is not a scene in the world. If there is an afterlife, I would like to be a man, meet, fall in love, and stay together forever; if there is an afterlife, I would like to be a man, hold his son's hand and grow old together with him, and get drunk in Pipa's Jiuqu Alley.
38. The ancient style is fixed in the end of the world, and the beauty of things lingers.
Plum blossoms are the most detestable. They grow like last year's flowers. Business hidden.
39. The ancient style and ink have faded, and the book is hopeless. Leaning against the railing and talking to you, my smile was as gentle as jade, but later on I became sneered by my inner demons and my heart is cold.
40. An ancient dream. In the middle of the night, I was suddenly startled by the dream. I sat down and sighed, but it was difficult to calm down. I don’t know who caused the bright moon to rise, but I put my lovesickness into the lightness of wine.
41. Beautiful ancient style dressing table with heavy drizzle outside the window, red dress, charming posture. When Yan Yixiao leaves you, I feel so sad and sad! Dreams of flowers in the mirror, water and moon are lingering, the moon is flawless, and the shadows are whirling. The shadows of the moving flowers are drunk with nectar, and the moonlight becomes blurred even after several months! Who knew that an actor could be unkind and betray his lover? The night is deep, and there are a few lines of tears!
42. We have met each other in the ancient rhyme and beauty style. At that time, the apricot blossoms had sparse shadows and the flowers were in full bloom. Last night, the stars were as bright as your eyes. Today, things have changed and people have changed, and the flowers have fallen away. A dream that passes like a fleeting time, begins silently, and also disappears invisible. The flowers are as beautiful as the plains, the tung leaves are flying, this encounter and separation lasts only a few months, like fireworks blooming, and dying sadly at the ultimate point.
43. The ancient rhyme of the crimson lips - the drunken boat - Qin Guan drunken boat, the flow of information leads to the depths of the flower. The fate is wrong, and there is no plan to live among the flowers. The water is vast and the sun is setting over thousands of miles. Countless, chaotic red like rain, not remembering where they came from.
44. Where does the ancient spring return? Lonely and without a way to travel. Someone knows where spring is going. Take it back and live together. No trace, who knows. Don't ask for oriole. No one can understand the chirping, because the wind flies over the roses. Ting Jian's "Where Will the Qing Ping Le Chun Return"
45. The ancient style is one part willful and the other times calm. Xi Liangyin, a bit of scholarly fragrance. If life is just like the first meeting, why is the autumn wind sad and painted on the fan?
46. Ancient rhymes and beautiful poems accompany thousands of years of dreams and tears, and they will never change in this life. However, the world of mortals is alone with thoughts, and Yue Lao smiles and holds the thread of his hand. Guarding for love, sighing for love, playing the piano and singing loudly to separate. Ask the flowers and butterflies why they fall in love, and their hearts will remain the same after a thousand years of dreams. The flowers on the other side are blooming on the other side, and the birds flying alone are worried about flying alone. How can I do nothing in front of the bridge? I will never be alone if I am with you for the rest of my life.
47. Beautiful ancient style, broken bridge, poor spring, old dreams and sorrowful sky, who can ask for loneliness and desolation, thousands of miles away in the barren tomb, there are always few people, solitary and proud in the world, who can hide together? There are no birds perched on the lonely cold branches, the moon is luxuriant at night, and the beards are resentful. They are like flowers but not flowers, and they are sentimental and ruthless. It reminds me of the past life, a curtain of quiet dreams, the broken strings and the dust of the piano, the fragrance of the bare face is reduced, the delicate hands are difficult to tune, like water In the Chinese years, the flying flowers face the vast sky, the fragrance of the night hangs withers in the evening, the misty rain breaks through the clouds, the tears keep flowing, and the heart feels empty.
48. The ancient rhyme is like a leaf falling - Xue Neng's light leaves are alone and long, and the sky is high and the shadows are flowing. When the wind comes here, no tree will fall before autumn. The color yellow should be close, and the green color of the forest should be dense. Two floating on the water, lonely at the critical moment. It's hard to feel sincere, and the decline will never end. Who is willing to ask for new sorrows if his heart is empty and self-competing?
49. The ancient custom is to win the heart of a person and stay together forever. Remember me for a moment, and I will miss you for half my life.
50. The beautiful ancient style is drunk in the evening and smoked. A river of fishing fire, sent directly to the midnight. I hate lovesickness too early, but my love is impatient, and the mood of spring is overwhelming. Hang down and practice, look clearly, today and tomorrow. Floating, I didn't know that past resentments were hidden around the willow silk ribbons and quietly brushed against the threshold. The moon gives birth to pity and sends dreams to Heng Gao. Where can I pray for the warmth of the quilt? Can I look at it from a distance and comfort Wang Jiao? Drinking wine, the lonely lamp shines alone, and the shadow is hard to disappear.
51. In the ancient style, the gentleman is a fan and the slave is a fan. Teach the application of powder and application of Zhu. However, the ice jade shines crispy. The guest can give a gift to the goddess, and Pingjun will send a letter to Xueer. The soul goes east to find mulberry trees. Shi.
52. Listen to the ancient wind and break the string, break the three thousand obsessions. The flowers are annihilated, and the wind is annihilated. If pity falls on whose fingertips.
53. The ancient rhymes and ancient customs are long-cherished wishes that are dim and difficult to write down. Who hesitates in the mortal world when asking about love? Under the moon, remember your feelings silently. Gently lift up those unforgettable and scarred footprints, step on the tip of the pen, and reveal the vicissitudes of life. We met a few months ago, but now, the beauty and beauty are falling, and the faint fragrance spreads across the streets. The sparse posture is like yesterday, thousands of stacks of plain paper have become inscriptions, but the writing is lonely and lonely. The clamor is getting further and further away, how can there be no persistence, and when will Chunhong and Qianfeng come back to the pavilion again? Waiting, wandering, deep and lonely.
54. The ancient moon is half-curved, dyed with clouds and ink, a touch of lovesickness, light and lingering. Beside the flowers, willow leaves twine, a hint of separation and sadness. Everywhere is the end.
55. The ancient charm of the road is graceful and fragrant. Ewei and the moon, the young girl does not spare the frost. The hands are filled with excess from far away, and the intestines are broken due to injury. Who will be the morning show? Don’t wait for the new year to be fragrant. Li Shangyin "Seeing Plum Blossoms in Fufengjie in Mid-November"
56. The ancient wind night is also bright, the moon is also bright, and the cold light only shines on the tingling. Toads also have feelings. It's peaceful, and my thoughts are peaceful, and I want to send my sorrow to the distant stars. Love can finally be at peace.
57. In the ancient-style upstairs, desires rest at dusk, and the jade staircase stretches across the moon like a hook. The bananas do not show their lilac knots, but they all face the same sorrow in the spring breeze. Li Shangyin's "Gift on behalf of others"
58. In the ancient style, rime and clear frost cover the ground, and the jade palace towers, and their bright and graceful posture reflects the water flow. Do you understand the meaning of Hongyanxiang? The black hair turns white in the snow.
59. The ancient rhyme and beautiful Manchu poems are half broken, and the love is deep in three lives but shallow in one life. From then on, you wield your sword on the battlefield, and you wait and miss me. The window is warm with flowers and wine, and I am alone with my worries. Who is whispering here, meeting the fallen leaves in autumn? The water flows by itself, the remaining flowers rain at night, and the prince returns to miss his beloved. The sword test on the throat, the red paper has not been shed, the red face is empty and thin, and I feel sad after hearing the news about you. The song prompts the moon hook to break, dimming the night sky, the rhyme of the piano arouses love and sadness, and who in the sea of ??flowers stares endlessly?
60. Ancient style - Let’s pour a glass of red wine at midnight and drink it quietly.
61. Gu Yun wants to express his thoughts to Yao Qin. There is little sound and the strings are broken. Who will listen?
62. The Ancient Rhyme of the Crown Prince - Midnight last night - Wei Zhuang clearly dreamed of it on his pillow at midnight last night. For a long time. The old peach blossom face has low willow eyebrows. I feel ashamed but half happy, I want to leave but I still rely on it. I was very sad to find out it was just a dream.
63. The ancient wind and rain wash away the wind and dew of the blue sky, and the twin stars outside the clouds meet for the first time. Coincidentally, the building is empty at night, and the moon is whispering in the corridor. Standing still, standing still, not like last year's mood. Zhang Yuanqian is like a dream order
64. The beautiful ancient saying once said that lovesickness does not lead to sorrow, why can’t we stay together even though we are apart from each other? Years of expectations will eventually turn into ashes, don’t think about it, it’s just a flashy dream. The beautiful ancient style gently twists, and the falling flowers smile. Look, it's misty and rainy. After laying out a curtain of dreams, your dreams will turn into a wisp of light dust, like mist, like dancing, and turn into a cut of autumn water, like smoke, like rain. The softness that fills the heart and the infatuation of thousands of miles flow down the fingertips, deeply and quietly, through the deep gaze of the flowers blooming like fragrance on the other side.
65. The shadows of ancient Chinese parasol trees are broken into pieces under the moon, the wind is chaotic, and the orioles are flying. Be a little more tolerant, it will make people drunk every year. Xiaohun dreams of Chang'an night, no one is seen, only empty tears.
66. The most painful and missed ancient poem: Ruthlessness is not as painful as sentimentality, an inch is like thousands of strands. "Spring in the Jade House".
67. If the ancient heart does not move, the wind will not do anything; if you are not hurt, the years will be fine.
68. Who has lost the beauty of ancient beauty? Whose leaves are withered? Who is the cold moon? Who is dispersed by the wind? Flowers bloom in one season and wither in another. The trees are green and the ground is withered and yellow. Gou Lengyue, eyes full of lovesickness! After all, they are all destined to be reincarnated in the past life, and if you are not willing to accept it, you can only appoint it. Don't worry about it, it's just that you are unable to do what you want. Yes, I forget while walking along the way, and I look back frequently along the way, unwilling, reluctant, and unbearable~~
69. The ancient rhyme of Xijiang Moon--Who's cloud is small in October--Fan Cheng is big who's cloud in October Young, I see beauty twice a year. Ying spent this evening at Blue Bridge. All flowers and branches are good. Meichaotian pale pink, six Reebok monthly sales. The courtyard is full of frost leaves, and the east wind never grows old.
70. The ancient wind is like water, the silver and Han are far away, and there is a magpie bridge to cross the dream. The fragrance is fragrant, the courtyard is small, and the begging moon invites you. Come with a wisp of lotus breeze and a butterfly pick from the embroidery needle. After drinking a glass of wine, a good time is rare, and the eyebrows are thin and graceful even when drunk. Like rain and fireworks, youth is always easy to grow old. Tong shadow, weaving cow night, and lying down to watch the present day. The incense plate is wrapped with green silk, and I bow to the moon and beg for the cleverness of the clouds. I admire you deeply, my heart is hard to tell, I caress the strings to find the place. The east clouds are passing by, and the flute is far away in the west of the river.