Aesthetic ancient words

The sword is light, and your eyes are picturesque. Whoever holds the sword is light and safe will do everything for you, but it is not as good as your turn to be handsome.

When the wind blows, you are as green as snow, who will rest and go there for you, but not as pure as your smile;

When the sword rises, you smile at the world, who will break the waves for you, but it is not as short as you promised;

Rain breaks Jiangnan, you smile gently, who holds an umbrella for you and lingers in Tang poetry and Song poetry in Jiangnan, but you are not as sleepless as you are intoxicated;

You are drunk, it is rainy in Jiangnan. Who hid in Jiangnan for you, dyed misty rain with ink, but did not have the poetry of your splashing ink;

You are ashamed to say it, but who paints wet eyes for you is not as gentle as your little smile;

Loose the window to play chess, you can lightly cover the porch window. Who will bear the vicissitudes of life for you and taste the coldness of the world without your heartbreaking sadness?

Mountains and rivers will always admire your legend, but who will generously song for you and taste the joys and sorrows, but it is better to look back on your hardships.

You are famous in the world, and looking back, the Millennium is just a perishable fireworks;

Flower burial and sand painting can't describe falling flowers everywhere. You can paint the bones into sand in one sentence, and then set up the stage. The curtain call of residual China is just a trace of water;

Hou Xian bends before the flowers, but you can't win the moon once, and then the rhyme falls. The method of breaking the Chinese chapter is just a hidden mirror flower;

Flowers fall, pipa falls, you can't play with your heart. If you sink a fish and fall into a wild goose, you can't strike a chord.

The blood of cinnabar, a flower fan, can't cover your life. Then hide, disheartened but forget the world.

Flowers are cool, robes are worn by candles, Galand can't erase your words of life and death, and then you cry, but the seas run dry and the rocks crumble;

Flowers bloom and fall, acacia is close at hand, without saying a word. If you persist, the leaves will never say a word.

The gentleness of gray hair will eventually make you feel sorry for each other for a lifetime. Looking back, Whitehead will not be able to enjoy a lifetime of youth.

The whirlwind queen was drunk and danced for 19 days, subverting mountains and rivers. This life is a stranger. Who wrote a love book?

Let's try to sigh the world all our lives. This life is a lingering dream. Before this month's flowers, who will be obsessed with it for a thousand years;

The beauty of the world is a dream that falls to the ground, swearing with * * *, who sighs that the dream is empty;

Shili Taohua holds a paper peach folding fan, which is as beautiful as flowers and jade. Time is like water, who will take a trip;

It's ridiculous to forget a touch of rouge and red makeup and end the marriage. This fireworks gallery, who said it was left by the previous dynasty;

Rain city meets the Millennium fate, no matter whether it is beautiful or not, whoever puts a piece of fireworks is easy to get cold;

In nine days, Phoenix thought about the early autumn of a chick and made all the promises in this life. Who sighs that time flies in this life?

See a picturesque scene, seven feet of white gauze stained with blood, a touch of cinnabar between the eyebrows, who will leave a childhood friend.

Phoenix shadow world blood sand, who let you phoenix shadow world; Rivers and mountains collapsed. Who wrote it? This song was gathered yesterday.

South of the Yangtze river