Antique signature (aesthetic and short signature of antique personality)

One, three thousand is prosperous, and a hundred years later, it's just a handful of yellow sand. Only you are my world.

Second, the moon under the sea is the moon in the sky, and the person in front of you is a sweetheart. Always be a spectator, but people are people in the play.

Third, if there is an afterlife, I would like to rely on your sword, retire when I am old and have a cup of tea at leisure. If there is an afterlife, I would like to get drunk with you, write love letters, make wine and laugh, and write a piece of paper.

Fourth, there are flowers in spring, moons in autumn, cool breeze in summer and snow in winter. If you don't mind your own business, this is a good time on earth.

If I have waist-length hair, ten miles long red makeup, a feather crown and a summer dress, I only want to hold your hand and love you.

Six, if I am in your heart, rival in love three thousand, so what. What if you lose the whole world by my side?

Seven, I only ask, hold one hand, never give up; I only want to win a person's heart and never give up.

Eight, a season of flowers, strange fragrance, a season of sadness, pillow injury.

If you give me a Hosta, I will keep your hair long. Wash away the lead, and the sun has gone out since then.

Ten, don't be surprised, look at the flowers before the court; I have no intention of staying or staying, looking at the clouds in the sky.

Eleven, accompany me for the rest of my life, let you talk to Sang Ma; When I succeed, I promise you to spend a month; When I become famous in China, I promise you to sing and ride horses. When my string breaks, I will make you blue and white.

Twelve, autumn goes to spring, who pity the wind and lotus in Quyuan, and the flowers are white, but there are gaps.

Thirteen, I want to know all the good people in the world, read all the good books in the world and see all the good scenery in the world.

14. There is no need to mention the past. Life is full of storms. I only hope that the wind will stop in autumn water, and I will stop in you.

Fifteen, the sky is not old, it is difficult to get rid of it. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.

Sixteen, once upon a time, before the flowers and under the moon. Today next year, the ends of the earth.

Seventeen, even if there are many flowers in this world, it is not enough to make you look back and smile.

At the age of eighteen, the most beautiful thing is the first meeting, and the most important thing is yesterday. The most beautiful thing is the world of mortals, and the most difficult thing is teenagers.

I wish you warm snow in winter, lotus flowers in summer, green tea in spring and cloth in autumn. The four seasons are the road ahead, and life is the rivers and lakes.

Twenty, the breeze is with me. At dawn, I would like to drink warm wine and new tea with you and watch the running water.

Twenty-one, a thought of prosperity, a thought of gloom, a thought of happiness, everywhere prosperity everywhere brocade. I miss you inch by inch when I think about it.

Twenty-two, passing clouds and flowing water, how much sorrow is there today? In the command room, people are all wrong, and human feelings are hard to break.

Twenty-three, if you have no intention, I will have a rest. Yesterday, I drank thousands of glasses of wine on weekdays and recited poems for the first time in the Spring and Autumn Period.

Twenty-four, the past feelings have become wine, and I will not worry about getting drunk.

Twenty-five, the breeze is wet, and the tea smoke blows. Relive the old dream, the old friend has gone.

Twenty-six, you are a hidden disease that I can't see a doctor all my life. It started with love at first sight and finally turned my back.

Twenty-seven, flowing water, delicate hands, green hair dancing, fluttering clothes. The so-called heart-to-heart commitment.

Twenty-eight, who did his whole life for the world, Yu Di broke and blew away the peach blossom tree, who only smiled for him all his life, but had to be prosperous, but prosperous as fireworks.

Twenty-nine, time to the left, face to the right, and in an instant, prosperity is exhausted. A tree is full of flowers, and it is the end of the world at a glance.

Thirty, listen to the string and break three thousand infatuations. Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips.