Question 1: 100-word excerpt of an ancient essay 1. One flower, one world, one thought, one destiny. The reincarnation of this life follows you in the world of mortals. The distance between you and the end of the world separates a lovesickness between this shore and the other shore. , I dare not imagine the love when holding hands, I am afraid that if I think about it, the love will be lingering and tired and cannot be stopped. I dare not think about the sadness when parting, I am just afraid that if I think about it, the pain will spread thousands of miles and make people heartbroken, just like this, silently missing each other across the river. , Don’t forget, the falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers!
2. In that life, you were a butterfly and I was a fallen flower. The heart of the flower was broken, and the butterfly wings reached the end of the world. In that life, you were a clear spring and I was the crescent moon. Their shapes and shadows were incompatible with each other, wasting our time. In that life, You are the pipa, I am the strings, singing songs in troubled times, and loving the world. How can the blood-stained painting of the country be compared to the cinnabar between your brows? It's just a prosperity that spreads all over the world. As long as you smile like a flower, I am willing to abandon the painting of the country and return to the fields to control the armor. The emperor's hegemony is lost in the smile. You are drunk.
3. The past is like smoke, and what falls behind is always the deepest longing. The distance between you and me is like the bright moon and the clear spring. We can only look at each other but cannot rely on each other in despair. "Love" "What do you mean by the word "? No matter how I start writing, it is wrong. A broken string has become a tragedy. Your face has become a blue and white pattern that I cannot draw. It has messed up the regrets of my three lives. Your fleeting years, walking through the deepest part of the brocade and flowers, were not for me. But it messed up my life. You bowed your head and wrote about my life's sadness!
4. With a flower hoe, who did Daiyu bury with tears? In a small building, who is Xiangjun sitting alone for? I asked the Emperor in the Palace of Eternal Life, "The fragrant soul on Ma Zai Slope has disappeared!" A word of respect, who should I give it to? Farewell to whom? Who was hurt? Who suffers? Who was lost again? It turns out that everyone is just someone's past. It turns out that if we miss each other, it will become a thing of the past. When we meet again, we are no longer old friends. If life is just like the first meeting, I just want to remember the beauty of the first time we met. From now on, we will not be sad or sad. .
5. Who will accompany me to watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, unfazed by honor and disgrace, smiling at the clouds rolling in and relaxing, whether I want to stay or leave? Who will dance with the flying snow and sing with me in a reincarnation? The world of mortals is like water. Who can see through the wind, flowers, snow and moon? Who will meet with whom in this world of mortals? The world of mortals that cannot be avoided in this life, the fate that cannot be forgotten, what I want is not your beauty that will captivate the country, but what I want is your word that you will never captivate the country or the city, and that you will devote your whole life to one person!
6. If the world of mortals can be seen through, I just want to filter out all the dust. There is no need for the shengxiao to wrap around my shoulders and pave the way for me; if the world of mortals can be seen through, I would like to be an idle flower. Bloom, let the four seasons change, let the flowers bloom and fall; if the mortal world can be seen through, I just want to drink a bowl of Meng Po soup to forget the past, from now on, a person's mortal world will last forever; a person's city is as solid as gold, and a person's love will be reflected in the mirror, from now on. No longer stained with dust, there will be no heart or sorrow from now on.
7. Over the years, many encounters and acquaintances will eventually become beautiful memories, and many vows will eventually settle. No matter where we meet in life, Or meet by chance in words, how many cherish each other and we will join hands forever? How many fates will remain beautiful? How many stories will last forever? I once read this sentence: All encounters in the world are for the final parting. Flowers bloom, fall, chance encounters, separation, everything is destined!
8. The mortal world has been intoxicated with dreams for thousands of years, and the lonely life has been accompanied by songs. For you, I have been intoxicated with eternal reincarnation, and pale in this billowing world of mortals, the brief but eternal love, and the poetic charm of thousands of years. In the midst of picking up flowers and smiling, I am intoxicated by your charming smile. Once upon a time, the sea turned into a few dreams and sorrows. In the moment of epiphyllum, thousands of years of time flowed through someone's fingertips inadvertently, and the fragrance of the moment was locked in the melancholy thoughts. It is I met you by mistake, or I took the wrong intersection.
Question 2: How to write ancient-style articles and how to write poetry. The image of ancient-style articles is actually the same as that of poetry before. It uses common things to set off the atmosphere to achieve the purpose of shaping the image.
But theory is actually empty talk. The most important thing in writing ancient style articles is actually accumulation and foundation. If the accumulation and foundation are not enough, you will not be able to write well just relying on others to teach you. So if you want to write ancient style articles, you should read more poetry and classical literature, memorize more, and memorize more. Ancient style does not exclude rote memorization. The more you memorize, the images and things with the flavor of ancient style will naturally come to you. It will get into your mind when you want to use it, and slowly you will have your own creation instead of copying everything. However, accumulation is a long process, so it is impossible to write ancient styles overnight. As for the article, there are no shortcuts to follow.
Image also comes from accumulation... Otherwise, even if you roughly know what the situation is, it will be difficult for you to write it in that ancient style of sentences~
Because I am a writer. It's ancient, so let's give a small example, such as describing a scene: looking up at the moonlit sky, the floating clouds are clear, and the mountains are stretching far and far away, and they are all covered in gray and blue clouds. In the curtain, every mark was dyed by the moonlight into a sharp, yet silent and thick color like an ancient sword. Not far away, there is a cold pool in Lingling. The glimmer of light is passing by. It is the Wan Laisheng Mountain. A star is in the water. Suddenly there is a strong mountain wind, the trees are rustling, and the occasional crow is smoothed by the soft rustle. , bringing out some ethereal echoes, as if coming from the vast nine heavens of the divine universe.
For example, writing about people:
The young man in blue and yellow is holding a paper umbrella, his bones are jagged. The rain was a bit misty. Looking from a distance, the whole person, the milky white walls, the gray-black roofs, and the hazy sky were blurred together, leaving only a faint cyan color hazy.
When he walked into the teahouse, for a moment, the teahouse was silent.
After walking in the rain for a long time, there is a little moisture on the whole person. Even the moisture can be seen in the slightly curly hair, the slightly curved eyebrows, and the clear eyes. Lingling showed a bit of arrogance.
When writing about a person, you should pay attention to the integration between him and the entire environment.
In short, when writing about ancient style, accumulation is very important.
Ancient style material reference:
1 Finally, the mist and rain from the south of the Yangtze River covered the world. After letting the flowers fade, it was just a scene, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever. -
2 A thousand years of fame will bury you in one lifetime. The exquisite country is ridiculous but has no king's destiny.
-3 The Phoenix Tour on the Phoenix Platform broke the promise and left, waiting all night. From then on, thousands of miles away, south and north of the Yangtze River, wept. -
4 Lament the tears of beauties, the death of heroes, and how much suffering there is in this world. Mountains and rivers are eternally silent, how can we be happy?
-5 Fenghua is a finger of quicksand, and old age is a period of time. -
The rain on the 6th night turned the sky and water blue. Some people can achieve great success without gestures.
-7 You must remember that the red sandalwood is not extinguished, and I have not left either.
-8 Who sighs in the years.
-9 The boundless sky of Han Dynasty holds the prosperity and sadness, and between the curved eyebrows, destiny is destined to become the past.
-10 The first makeup of the world of mortals, the mountains and rivers have no boundaries. The first face crushes the nightmare and has an unparalleled fate.
-11 The style of Jiangnan, the sky and water become blue, and the wishes of the heavenly religion are contrary to the body.
-12 Mountains and rivers are handed over, and I smile for you.
-13 I will have no regrets even in such a bumpy life. -
14The passing years covered the past, and the white horse passed by, hastily creating a trace of sadness.
-15The flowers covered by time bloom, and everything passes by and becomes blank.
-16 Even though all my splendor has faded, I will still be on the other side to protect you.
-17 Those prosperity and sadness will eventually become a thing of the past, please don’t be disappointed, ordinary is for the most beautiful soul-stirring.
-18 Your journey will never see my old age again. -
19 Long songs should be cried, for those promises that cannot be fulfilled, for the deepest love in life, finally dispersed into smoke.
-20 Walk in the sky with you and see the flowers all over the ground.
-21 I am young and my time is wasted.
-22 You have to remember that in that month, the weeping willows and purple roads in the east of Luo City.
-23 The vast land can be destroyed with one sword, where will the bustling music and songs fall.
-24 I send you a song, regardless of whether people gather or disperse at the end of the song.
-25 Who burns the smoke and scatters the vertical and horizontal ties; listens to the broken strings and breaks the three thousand obsessions.
-26 The breeze is moist and the tea smoke is blowing lightly. Reliving old dreams, old friends have passed away.
-27 The maple forest is dyed with fire, 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 in the water, but the jade chime can only be heard... >>
Question 3: How to write an article with an ancient style without deducting 20 points. It depends on the subject of the composition you want to write. Well, if you want to write something special, it depends on your language organization ability. What grade are you in? When writing an essay, you must not leave the main point and stick to the theme. You can think of a sentence or a word that appears in every article. This is called Clues, use clues to connect the whole text, and add text modifications. If you are writing a daily composition, you can be more straightforward and natural. If the atmosphere of the composition is more serious, you can be more graceful. It still depends on your subject matter!
Question 4: Looking for a beautiful ancient style article. If satisfied, reward will be offered. Inscription: The smoke and bamboo are in the dreamy clouds and the moon is shining, and the snow is blooming beside the small garden pavilion. The thin shadow is about to break due to the cold ice, and the lingering fragrance fills the sleeves endlessly.
I am used to smiling in front of others, as bright as the sunshine in March. Time flies by like a flash, from the ignorance of the first acquaintance to the final forgetfulness. How many people still remember the place where they first met? The river of time slowly erases all traces, leaving only scattered words...
The scene is as before, but the love is dead. Mei Xue relies on each other and talks about the past with regret. The jade tube sobbed, feeling more and more pitiful and longing for lovesickness. Lonely dreams never come to an end, hand in hand to enjoy the flowers like a dimple.
Painting the earth as a prison, looking forward to the legendary forever. The poignancy of Butterfly Lovers interprets the obsession of love in this world. The tears gathering in the corners of the eyes are the ultimate poison that breaks the heart.
In the middle of the night, the ice wheel is missing, and we have danced our youth away for several times. Tears flying, accompanied by infatuated hope. I once hoped that the flowers would bloom undefeated and the fate would last forever. However, when the flowers bloom, they will fall, and when the relationship is over, people will disperse, and how much affection will follow the clouds.
Zi Mo is infatuated with the mortal world, and his tenderness is like the wind and smoke. The pen is thin and the heart is broken between the lines. The north wind blows the harp, and my thoughts linger.
How many dreams are floating around in this world of mortals?
At that moment, I raised the wind horse not to pray for blessings, but to wait for your arrival... In the blink of an eye, it is another cold winter. When can we meet again? The person who lives in my heart is hidden deep in my memory. , whether you are the master of my life or a stranger who has turned around, those memories are engraved in my heart...
In that life, traveling around mountains, rivers, and pagodas was not for the purpose of cultivating the next life, but only for the sake of the journey. When I met you, at that moment, I ascended to immortality, not for immortality, but just to keep you safe and happy. Cangyang Gyatso's murmur sounded in his ears over and over again. Scenes of heartbreak reappear repeatedly in this melancholy melody. I spread out a piece of plain paper with tears in it and wrote down my eternal love for you.
Whether you see me or not, I am right there, neither sad nor happy... I am filled with lovesickness and spend the Spring and Autumn Period with a little melancholy. The wind blows the fragrance of flowers and their shadows are like a dream, and I feel quite lonely in it. The dream that has never been forgotten blooms in this cold winter with the love of past and present lives.
The snowflakes are falling one after another, and the pure lovesickness is falling all over the place. Like flying flowers, it is also sad, brightening my endless longing in this life. That ray of emotion cannot be shaken off, nor can it be cut away. On the other side of the ice and snow, your face seems to be right in front of me. But it’s the other side that I can never reach.
The rolling world of mortals is walking in sorrow and joy. The sea smiles, washing away all the lead in the prosperity, and not smelling the dark fragrance of dusk snow floating in thousands of mountains.
In a moment of choking, I realized that love is an incurable terminal disease. When I dreamed back at midnight, I realized that everything was just a dream. In the end, one dream suddenly turned out to be a cold dream...
Buddha said: Why bother to shed tears when you know that gathering and separation are just a snap of the finger? Knowing that everything in this mortal world is just clouds and smoke, why should we be obsessed with dreaming? Why should we expect to spend the fleeting years with you hand in hand when we know that everything is like a mirror and a mirror?
Question 5: Beautiful ancient prose cut a window of time and send a message to tomorrow
In the time when the fingertips are fragrant, listen to the passing of time, lay out the paper of memory, and convey some deep feelings in the soul. Things are dyed into colors and pasted into paintings. Touch the past, cut out the window of time, dust off the dust along the way, look at the journey, and let you lightly understand the quiet agarwood of the colorful years.
——Article/Red World Smile
The night is slightly cold, the mood is dim, and another year has passed in the blink of an eye. Standing by the window and railing, there are festive fireworks that brighten my thoughts, the scent of tea lingers, and my heart is filled with graceful thoughts.
It seems that I am used to being in such silence, looking deeply for myself. The paper on which the memory is laid is dyed with color and pasted into a painting from something deep in the soul. Regardless of whether it is good or bad, it is the trace of one's own soul after all.
Perhaps, the world is noisy, and many past events have finally become clouds and smoke. I shed tears in the wind and listen quietly to the vicissitudes of life. Whether it is bitter or joyful, every little bit will turn into a smile in the passing of the white horse. .
There must be something in the flow of time, let us cry, laugh, pursue, explore, stand on the other side of our thoughts, banish the years, write lightly and quietly, and see those who pass by in a trance Dreams and obsessions, laughter and tears, are frozen in the windows of the soul one by one. Some beautiful love and sorrow are slowly releasing the quiet agarwood of the years in the gaps.
Slowly I realized: life is a journey, everyone is on the way, and everyone is passing through the scenery along the way without knowing it. There are many times when life is like water, where rocks pass by, and rough waves; there are many times when life is like a dream, where looking back, the dream passes by beautifully. With a handful of years, those silent pasts will be transformed into the still water and deep flow in the world of mortals, and the winding warmth and coldness of life.
Traveling through the secular world, whispering about the passing years, looking for dreams, always holding a long pole of memory. In the time when the fragrance is on your fingertips, listen quietly to the past, "Lie under the pine tree at night, look at the smoke on the river", some romance is far away in the comfort; "The bright moonlight in front of the window is suspected to be frost on the ground", some longings are there Ning Xin is gentle and soft; "The night rain makes autumn, and it hits my heart, teaching him to cherish and protect the romance." Some lingering feelings linger in the sadness.
Slowly I realized that when people are on a journey, they miss many things that break their hearts; they encounter many things that they will never forget. Some infatuation may lead to fatigue; some searching, letting it go with the wind, may be the most true. Some people are haunted by dreams, but they are suitable to be kept in the heart; some things may not be easy to let go of gently; some things pass by, very lightly, very lightly, but very painful...
Looking up at happiness in Wanyue's words, polishing the trivial days into a series of beautiful smiles, holding on to youth and singing on the waves, putting worries in the wind and letting it take away quietly, and putting happiness in the clouds , let it melt quietly and expand infinitely, isn't it an unparalleled happiness? The heart is like a simple piece of paper, guarding a pool of tranquility, carrying a scroll of pure light, the scenery I have read, and the road I have walked, all turned into "going or staying without intention, wandering with the clouds rolling in the sky" in a startling glance.
Slowly I realized that in life, there are always many hurdles that need to be crossed; in the years, there are always many regrets that need to be made up for; in life, there are always many confusions that need to be understood. Life to us is just a drop in the ocean, but it carries too many emotions out of necessity, gathering and separation, laughter in pain, and shouting and searching. Because no one knows the final answer, so our only choice must be: laugh at the wind , smiling at the rain.
Take a look at the passing years, cut out the window of time, dust off the dust along the way, and look at the journey ahead. On the way forward, don’t talk about pain, don’t ask about the vicissitudes of life, take a piece of freedom and move forward. No matter when and where, remember: give warmth to those around you; no matter ups and downs, remember: give yourself a smile, understand lightly, and fly quietly.
Cut out a window of time and send a message to tomorrow
Question 6: Looking for beautiful articles in the aesthetic and ancient style. I can't sleep at night, and the past is in a trance, as if it were a lifetime ago, and the curtain ends quietly. The love is hard to break, I ask the flowers with tearful eyes without saying a word, I look alone in the empty boudoir, no one sighs when the flowers are gone. The lonely pillow invites the resentment of loneliness, who is calling me frequently from the other shore, making me unable to sleep.
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In the vicissitudes of life, the soul has nowhere to go, leaving people in tears, never forgetting the sadness. The smoke rising from the kitchen stirred up unspeakable thoughts. Infatuation is like this, ruthlessness is like this, who can pity me?
Breaking the strings, looking back at parting turned into pure gray hatred. My memory looks for traces of old people, but I don’t know where they are. The belly is full of tenderness, the grass is barren, and thoughts are swirling around. Opening my heart, I am as confused as a dream, the falling red is fluttering, who will marry Chanjuan with me? Passers-by can't hold back, and the past has disappeared. There is a sentimental feeling at the end of the pen, a sense of self-resentment, and the weeping willows dancing in the wind. My heart is in confusion, I am intoxicated with flowers, and the red clouds describe my dreams for thousands of years.
After not saying anything for a long time, a spring breeze brought typhoid fever all over the ground, making my fingertips tremble slightly. The night is long, my heart is filled with sorrow, my eyes are drooped, and my scars are wet in the rain. A little bit of sadness, confused mood, passing smoke, flying dust, intermittent murmurs, unable to look back, light and strong lovesickness, deep thoughts on the eyebrows. The fingers are clasped together, and the sadness is falling together.
The dream vaguely followed each other, but when I woke up, I realized that it was an illusion. Flowers bloom for a season and are brilliant for a lifetime, but they are hidden deep in the heart. Only I know whether it is true or false to say that I am not attached to you. All the flying flowers shed tears, I have long regretted the sorrow of separation, and now I am repeating the same mistakes. There is a different flavor, a passionate guest and a lover. The drizzle is sad, the cuckoo's hoofs are lifeless, but I listen to the lonely wail.
In the dream, whispers are whispered, the flowers wither and bloom, each is at peace, meeting each other without knowing each other, paying homage to the beauty that has passed away. After falling into the desolate world, the deep eyes after returning to the dream looked at each other from a distance, drunk and hazy. My heart is broken, the romantic love and ethereal beauty cannot find the original smile.
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The tragic song is floating, like complaining or crying, and the flowers in the mirror are destined to be passers-by after all.
It is difficult to say goodbye, endless thoughts, and lingering sorrow. The forced smile, the sad silence, the vast sea, pouring out one's own thoughts. You walked away, and the memory in your dream burned into my heart.
The beautiful shadows are blurred, the bright moon is in the sky, morning and evening, every stroke and every word is always about love, hatred, emotion and sorrow. Offering incense, burying smiles, holding tears, wandering in reverie, listening to the sound of rain, and writing mournful words. Dreams are as beautiful as butterflies dancing, luxurious curtains, lonely, tired leaves are sad, and the cold moon is shining. Meteors slide by, make a wish. On the shore, the flowers are silent.
The gauze covers the haggard heart, and the graceful body only dances for the past. Looking at *** breaks the tranquility. The eyebrows are like ice, and fatigue is coming.
The cold is blowing in the corner, spring is glimpsed in the sky, the heart of the waves is rippling, and the cold smoke and decaying grass of the past are written in sad words. I am still in love, brooding on it till now, feeling sad and lonely. The joys and sorrows of separation are soaked in the cool breeze. I forget that the passerby will never return. I sit alone and wait on my lonely pillow. I hesitate to speak the words I want to say. He called a thousand times, but no one was seen. He lowered his eyebrows and held his hair at the temples, thinking endlessly in his heart. In the distance, there are like two or three sounds of a piano, and the flowers are dying. The melody is sentimental, the people are heartless, and there is no sadness as poetry. Before the song ends, people have dispersed, and they are silent at the end of the world.
As dusk passes and morning comes, dawn dreams of butterflies and flying swallows. Outside the long pavilion, there is an empty scene and empty emotions, and many sad words have not stopped. A touch of the setting sun is accompanied by the word "suffering". The wind and rain have come before, but now it has calmed down. Indifference burns my heart, it is stained with dust, and my eyes feel like it was yesterday.
As time goes by, when I look in the mirror, my beauty has changed. No one asks, no one pities, no one remembers...
Question 7: Please excerpt an ancient poem of 300-400 words. When the two swallows fly sideways, passing by the golden willow by the pool, the peach blossoms' wings have already Gradually it becomes fuller, like scarlet flags that are constantly fluttering. Brother, this season is not a destiny, but you are riding a green horse, drifting away. It is still the season of bright peach blossoms. The weather turned from warm to cold, so I wore the robe of the day. The goose-yellow pleats and water-red tassels, combined with the bright red of peach blossoms, clearly reveal the wounds of the season. The rising and falling streams kept telling stories about the past, and I gazed quietly at the clear water. In that peach blossom near the water, they are like dancing young men, Pan Lang? Xiao Lang? Xiao Lang? Pan Lang? They spin, or fly, or even come out of the dust. Willows brush against people's faces, and peach blossoms are scorching. In the Three Realms, all the flowers and trees quietly welcome the cycle of seasons. Peach blossoms are like faces and willows are like eyebrows. Brother, at this moment, are you standing in a corner behind the flowing water of peach blossoms, twisting pink pistils in your hands, wearing plain clothes like snow? You lower your head and look at the elves, watching them dance in the palm of your hand, watching them stained with the prosperity and separation of the world...
2. Looking back alone, at the lonely palace wall, the bright moon still shines on the west wing . That night, I seemed to see your face. When the string of silk and bamboo whirled low on the water, I saw your face in the ripples. My husband is dressed in white and his armor is white, and his breath is like a blue orchid. I saw the young man holding a sword and riding a horse on the bank of Luopu where the snow was falling.
The banks of the river are filled with plum trees in full bloom. The white plums are better than the snow, and the red plums are like fire. Between the pink and clear, there are thousands of miles of rivers and mountains of the same color as the sky and the water. I hear the clatter of horse hooves. Is that an elegant man riding a donkey looking for plum blossoms, or a tourist riding a horse through the snow? Let your deep and shallow steps fall on the shore of Luopu. Occasionally, some people turn the slight drunkenness in their hearts into a mysterious smile at the corners of their lips. The bright December moon shines obliquely on the west chamber, and its slender jade fingers slide over the harp. The deep and shallow footprints, the red and fierce plum snow, on this night when the flying dragons have been defeated, and on the Xiao Qiang where the sound of the strings is flowing, parting and gathering are mixed, sadness and joy are intertwined. The belt is getting wider, for whom is the eyebrow drawn? Standing alone in a tall building, who knows if your heart is broken? My sense of smell is no longer sensitive, and I can’t distinguish any undulating snow marks that still retain the sound of your warm footsteps; my figure has become thin, and I can no longer withstand the years of fragrance of the piano and plum blossoms... 3 .When the autumn wind suddenly blows, the golden chrysanthemums sway down and send you to Nanpu. The mountain road is winding and there is no end in sight. How painful it is. When Xinma returns, his five strings are few and far between. Those miserable and heartbreaking sounds, are they the sudden lull in the evening rain in the courtyard at dusk? Singing all the way, is it the trickling stream from the ancient mountain temple? Is it the long sound of the trumpet of the "bell", or the lingering sound of the "circling beam"? Those graceful five tones are sometimes lingering and low, like weeping and complaining; sometimes they are like resentment and admiration, and red tears are like rain. My husband, the moment you turn around, my fingers have become stiff, my steps have begun to falter, those tones have become indistinguishable, and those scales have long been messy, peach and scarlet... Listening to the wind by the water, the wind brings melancholy. , Climbing the mountain and looking to the extreme, Lang was no longer there. The white clothes drifted further and further away in the setting sun amid the fragrant grass, and were finally blocked by pavilions and pavilions. The candlelight that wakes me up in the middle of the night sways the sleepless loneliness, the pale ancient road outside Luoyang City banishes the moonlight, the falling maple leaves outside the stream dye the story yellow, my face is as old as moss. The night is too long, and the past has condensed into frost. The dream is in the distance, with the clear water of Dapeng Bay rippling. Under the vermilion screen windows and the lonely palace wall, I curled up my thoughts into a lotus, and the fragrance of flowers flowed into the distance with the moonlight. There is no thin scholar leaning across the bamboo path and chrysanthemum fence, no moonlight shining on the lake Xiao Lang in white. I leaned against the railing, the red candle burnt out, and my fingertips felt pale and cold. Tonight, even if I have a hundred thousand wonderful sounds and a hundred thousand styles, I can't find any beautiful notes flowing at this moment. I think these three paragraphs are great, I hope you like them.
Question 8: Some beautiful sentences about ancient customs and charms should be used as the beginning of the article. If there are three thousand pieces of water, only take one ladle to drink. There are thousands of beautiful roses, but only one can be picked to pity you!
All living beings are surrounded by flowers and countless changes. After many vicissitudes of life, how many people worry about their old friends? The moon is waxing and waning, the moon is full, and how many lifetimes have passed, who can sigh at the moon? When the flowers bloom and fade, how many people bury the flowers and cry? The neon lights are flashing, paper money is scattered, and a few people are wandering around the street corner! In this world of mortals, where is my heart that remains the same?
Sighing the past life, mourning the miss in this life, waiting for the love in the next life, the marriage of three lives, after several reincarnations, who is on the stage of reincarnation, waiting persistently, accompanying me on the other side, but what is accompanying me is the loneliness and loneliness of three lives. sad!
I swear to Tianqi that I will use my three lives of fireworks to exchange your confusion and marriage for a lifetime!
The ups and downs of the years, the thousands of years, the waiting of thousands of years, the ups and downs of three lives, I am like a passer-by appreciating how many sorrows and how many changes in the world. From ancient times to the present, several reincarnations have become history. , experiencing the sorrow and pain of three lives, I can only see but cannot speak. I exchanged the misery of three lives for opportunities in this life, and the love of this life. I exchanged three lives for marriage in this life, and staying together in this life! The years of reincarnation bring many beauties, and the eyes turn into mulberry fields in an instant. The spiritual flowers on the other side are always blooming, burning my lonely soul. However, what is rolling back is my endless longing, and what is weighed down by the three-life stone is my unfinished persistence!
Standing on the river embankment that was built thousands of years ago, the waves beat against the rocks. Thousands of years of thoughts blended into one puddle!
Three generations of love, thousands of years of reincarnation, passing through Qiong Tower and vermilion attic several times; shadows in the bamboo forest, lightly untiing the tent, looking back with a hundred reflections of red. Lying drunk on the battlefield, pointing out the country, laughing and talking about the situation, how many years have passed; caressing a farewell, dancing a song of mourning, a bit of sadness, many vicissitudes, the youthful beauty is gone in an instant, so what’s the problem of dancing drunkenly with the remaining snow? Sip the wine of the past life, sing the songs of this life, and express my unfinished lovesickness!
You, I would give you three lives in exchange for one.
The change in history has finally come. I thank God for giving me this opportunity. In the dark, I long for your love. After several reincarnations, you are still the same you. You have not changed. You are still the same me. A person who gives up three lives just for one life of marriage. I'm waiting for you in that ancient temple, just like I was waiting for you back then. Things have changed, but why haven't I seen your arrival for a long time? Why haven't I met you yet?
I cursed the heaven to betray me for a thousand years, the golden halberd and silver hook reflected the bloody night, repaired my armor, and pointed to the nine heavens, but the heaven betrayed me for three lifetimes.
After squandering endless blood and tears, staining the sky with blood, and destroying the majestic mountains, I am willing to cast down a thousand-year blood curse for the lonely ghosts,
——Use me Three lives of suffering will change your life of confusion...
In the long street pavilion, the fireworks are blooming, I pick up the lamp and look back,
The moon is like a shuttle, the world is rolling, you sigh again at the piano
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Listening to the broken string, I only regret that separation is difficult
Three lives of cloudy and sunny days, one day of joy and sorrow
Use my three lives of fireworks to exchange your confusion for the rest of your life
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Use me to give you three lives of fireworks in exchange for your lifetime of confusion.
The street is long and the fireworks are numerous. You turn on the light to look back.
The short pavilion is short and the world is shattered. I sigh again.
Who made the string break in the end, the flowers fell on the shoulders, and I was confused
How many beauties are haggard, how many lovesickness are broken, only the blood is stained with ink and the fragrance is left to cry on the grave.
The vast land can be destroyed with a single sword, where will the bustling music and songs fall. Leaning against the clouds, thousands of pots hide my loneliness, even if others laugh at me in vain.
Let him be pure and turbid in everything, and he will be reincarnated for your smile.
I send you a song, no matter where you are at the end of the song.
Who will burn the smoke and disperse the ties of vertical and horizontal ties.
Listen to the broken string and cut off those three thousand obsessions. The falling flowers are obliterated, and the wind is obliterated. If the flower is pity, it falls on whose fingertips.
The lights are shining, the voices are dim, and the songs are endless.
Like flowers and beautiful families, time flies by. We can’t go back to the past, but we can’t go back to the beginning.
It seems that these stars are not last night, for whom the wind and dew set the midnight sun.
Butterflies are beautiful, but after all, butterflies cannot fly across the sea.
Mountains and rivers surrender to you and smile for you.
When all the floating flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you.
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