Seven fell in love, and the incense was given to you. The following are 65 ancient aesthetic sentences I collected for you, hoping to help you.

1, Acacia is as deep as the sea, and the past is as far away as the sky. Qian Qian didn't do anything, which made people even sadder. If you want to see it for no reason, it's hard to fight. If there is no fate in the last life, we will meet again and bless the next life.

Leaves fall like the spray of a waterfall, while I watch the long river roll forward.

3, buttonwood, three nights of rain, can not leave love is bitter. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light.

I have been to Jiangnan, but I don't think Jiangnan is a strange place. It seems that whenever the drizzle sneaks into the night, the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River will come one after another. At this time, the original tired pace will forget the distance of this rainy lane in this poetic ancient town. Stop-and-go, more is the lingering of misty rain and the cozy bathing of ancient rhyme.

5. Lanling is secluded and lonely. I miss you occasionally, which is the glory of the past.

6, ask the world, who will be affectionate for whom, who will be with whom, too many scattered, too many blurred, the reincarnation of the world, deep or shallow, still infatuated after a thousand years. Flowers fall on the strings, caressing a parting song for you. If you don't go or leave, lovesickness will only increase.

7, rain, good luck, good luck around you; After the rain, I am in a good mood, everything goes well, and I am smiling; Rain makes happiness, wealth and happiness. Rain and solar terms, may you be healthy, happy and safe!

8. I dreamed of falling flowers last night, and I didn't return in poor spring. Spring water flows away, and the pond falls on the moon and the west inclines.

9, bamboo umbrella Tsing Yi canopy, white walls with gray tiles and red light, misty breeze passers-by, morning light rippling, dreamers are now red dust.

10, pavilions by the water, lingering fate of misty rain and floating dust, a curtain of sorrow, unfamiliar customs of blue economy. The sky were to fall, the flute was drunk and the crane was singing, the eyebrows were blooming in spring, the red makeup was beautiful, the bones were clear and the common things were not kitsch. The quicksand passes by, the wine is soaked in ink, the feelings are misty, the sea clouds are rolling and the scenery is bleak. Chen Ling looked straight at the winding path, dancing, and suddenly jumped up and felt very comfortable.

1 1, the past is like a dream. Looking back, the past turns into the morning breeze. Worried about separation, listen, that song hurts. In an instant, looking back, I covered my eyes with blue silk. The hurried face drifts with the tide, who languishes before the flowers and under the moon, who is sad for the two lines of clear tears. The moon is like a song, the moonlight is beautiful, the world of mortals is far away, and it can't be broken. Your tenderness is like water. Know, who knows, who is sad.

12. If the heartbeat is wrong, what is it? If infatuation can't blossom and bear fruit, what is love for? Hehe, forget your promise, hold back your tears and look at each other. The biting cold wind swept by and inadvertently touched the flickering candlelight. Among chestnuts, I don't know who put out the loneliness that slipped quietly in the fog. God, say goodbye. Why cut off contact from now on? It turns out that caring for each other is not suitable for everyone. Come on, alone, clean.

13, a down coat, dyed a tree, two sleeves of moonlight, telling the peerless elegance.

14, if it is only in vain to stop the flow of water, may my oath of praying in front of the Buddha come true; If the lights are dim and just idle, I hope my previous life's practice will be exchanged for your oath; If eternity is just a cloud in the past, may the bodhi tree I sit quietly live; If we just meet in a hurry, may I disappear into this world and never appear again. If you don't miss each other, you'd better not fall in love. If you don't fall in love, you'd better not meet.

15, pen and ink red dust tears, vicissitudes of life are tired, back and forth, over and over again, once again set foot on this land, with different meanings, different dreams, and an old look, just because the return time is different. Clothes roll up their sleeves, and they are particularly cold when they touch water. The water is different. Looking at the bar from afar, I was drunk in a misty rain, and the lotus pond was full of water rhyme, splashing lonely shadows, and my thoughts were slow and gentle. Wine in the breeze, in Jiangnan. Smoke shrouded, in the quiet autumn, sprinkle half a piece of acacia.

16, the singing is loud downstairs, and the sound of water breaks the spring breeze. Clouds and smoke trees, according to Jiangnan Road. Water and sand, dreaming of Xun Mei. Countless, begging for flowers without words, the moon goes with people.

17, when the male and female servants change themselves beyond recognition, you will know that you miss the male and female servants of the past.

18, Jun is safe and sound in a world without concubines, and concubines pretend to be strong in a world without concubines.

19, the cold came to the small building, and the snow didn't come. JD.COM Liao Xu, Jiangnan Moon Eye. The red frequency is late, and the light green is condensed. The fire is haggard, and the east wind does not know how to worry.

20, leisurely leaning on the Hu bed, there are thousands of peaks outside the building. Who will sit with you? The moon is blowing on me. By the way, we need to sing together. Guess what? from adding one. The moon is evenly distributed. Stone.

2 1, in quicksand, the world of mortals laughs. The bird flew southeast to Wan Li, and Lan Xin Fang Yun fell asleep.

22. You look into her eyes and courtiers stare at your back.

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

If you know your former courtiers, you will forgive your present courtiers.

25. Perhaps this is life. In life, there are sour, sweet, bitter and spicy flavors, which sometimes make courtiers feel very tired.

26, the cold night is bleak, the snow is also floating, and the heart is slightly cold. Look at the lights. Where do ghosts live? The years are still there. It has been riddled with holes and penetrated the joys and sorrows of the world. My heart has been pitied and my face has been damaged. It is difficult to interpret the feelings of this world with ten fingers. People go home, and the shadow is gone. Where can I sacrifice a trace of sadness? The world of mortals is helpless and affectionate. How many tears can you see? I want to travel through the clouds, but my heart is full of memories of eight years! The wind and rain are eroding the face, and no one wants to go back to that year.

27. When it rains, I walk in the rain and walk on the path between flowers. Misty rain, delicate, moist and exquisite reveals a somewhat naughty charm, which makes people fondle it. This kind of rain is easily reminiscent of the blue and white porcelain depicted by the embryo, which is pure and light. Ran Ran sandalwood through the window, splash ink rendering impression, in the rain, curling up. The beauty handed down from generation to generation still lingers at the bottom of Sulan vase, which is a lifetime memory. ...

28, falling flowers are intentional, and the water is ruthless. As time goes by, the calendar can't turn the page of heartache; I put down my dignity and personality just because I can't put you down; Close your eyes, I miss you most; Open your eyes, I want to see you most; Is it unforgettable to be so stubborn? Love was so painful that I cried, so I chose to give up. Do you know my helplessness?

29. You have covered me for half my life. What's the harm if I dedicate my life to you?

30, pen and ink painting incense, obsessed with madness, reading the skylight under the moon, expressing the length of acacia.

3 1, pear blossoms are cool, and I am crazy for half my life.

32, life is like sending a hundred years, talking and laughing, drinking a thousand cups. Looking back at the empty city, leaning on the bar to send Hong Fei.

33, Qian Shan Wanshui, who is lingering with * * *?

34, the finishing touch, a little thunder; If you don't make the finishing touch, the miracle will stay forever.

35. Wipe the flowers of a lifetime and compose a song.

36. I refused to accept the misty rain and went upstairs after sweeping. Bow your head and secretly line the golden fir tree, and look up for the red hydrangea.

37. The shore whispers two sleeves of wind, and the covered bridge holds the water. Qingping horses fan their tails, and green cranes comb their feathers.

38. But how many people have dreams when they know that previous lives were carved on stones?

39. I wonder if linglong dice Anhoudou has ever invested in Acacia?

40. The past is like the sunset, and the peach blossoms are buried under the peach trees.

4 1, if I am not responsible for supporting the elderly and managing the family, how can I deserve my beauty?

42. If you win, you will lose, but you will have a rest. If you are sad, you will have a long time. If you are drunk today, you will worry about tomorrow.

43. The word Shanshan geese goes back and forth, and the tea leaves for no reason. Who owes a drop of cinnabar tears?

44. Even if there are peach blossoms, it is enough to take one to your heart.

45. I was drunk. Seeing you drinking tea on the harp, I dreamed of lovesickness all my life, and my eyes lit up.

46. The cloud that floats across the sky all day may be like a wanderer and never come back.

47. Fate plays tricks on people skillfully, and it will take years to be wrong for a lifetime.

48. Buddha said: the world of mortals is ten feet, but it is trapped by all beings. Although the human heart is small, it allows me to be merciful.

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

50, a glass of wine to release soldiers, the picture shows wearing daggers.

5 1, a pillow of fragrant flowers and a lock of moss, curled up lazily, devouring the cool taste alone, it is difficult to hide the bleak spirit and soul. I talk to myself every night in my dream, whose palm touches whose heart, who plays the flute for me at night, and whose reflection freezes into two lines of ice on my beautiful face. Clear tears fell and drowned the cold heart.

Secret love is a kind of self-destruction and a kind of sacrifice.

Capitalists will never be soft on squeezing others' surplus value.

54. I am not me. It's not me in Suzhou that you turned and walked away.

55. The cold weather has also cooled the old days and the vicissitudes of the world; Love to cry, it's hard to give up, my heart is empty, and I can't let go if I want to.

56, a few autumn things, the wind is cool. A curtain of autumn water made Zhu Yan thin. As bright as the moon, where is my old friend now?

57. How many people understand the joys and sorrows after parting, the loneliness of flowers and plants, and the loneliness of waiting in my heart when I quietly think back again?

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

59, reunion drunk is the leading edge, wind and rain set, floating over there.

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

6 1, the wind blows into the curtains just to make the clothes taste.

Walking in the sky, there are flowers everywhere.

63. Red tears slipped down and filled with spring breeze.

Leisure is "casual" and "casual". I don't worry about an idea, and I don't get into any anxiety. I'm relieved to think about it. Real leisure is the casualness, freedom and no distractions of body, mind and soul, and it is done only for liking, not for doing.

65, drunk canoe, letter flow leads to the depths of flowers. The fate of dust is wrong, there is no desire for smoke and water in flowers, and the sunset is thousands of miles away. Countless mountains, red as rain, don't remember the way.

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