What s the saddest piece of old text you ve ever seen?

The author of "The Book with My Wife" is Lin Juemin, and when I wrote this book, I was still a person in the world; When you read it, I have become a ghost in the underworld. The love is sincere, the words are bloody, and there is unsolvable true love everywhere, which makes people's liver and intestines break and shake people's souls.

Enter my lovesick door, know that I am lovesick, long-term lovesickness, long-term memory, and short-term lovesickness are infinite. In Li Bai's poem "Three Five Seven Words", he secretly cherishes the sigh that fallen leaves can gather and disperse, jackdaws can fly, and when will life meet.

Time is fleeting, and it's easy to forget. My favorite is Gui Youguang's "Xiang Zhi Xuan Zhi", there is a loquat tree in the garden, and my wife planted it in the year of her death, and now it is like a pavilion.

Last year, in this door today, the peach blossoms on the faces of the people were red. I don't know where to go? The peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. Cui Hu's "Title Capital City Nanzhuang" is a human being, and naturally there is a special sadness, how can it be embarrassing.

My wife's favorite ancient text, I don't know what to do, and I go deeper. In a sentence in Tang Xianzu's "Inscription on the Peony Pavilion", love is unconsciously stimulated, and it is getting deeper and deeper, which is the truest portrayal of the two of us.

Xu Zaisi's "Toad Palace Song: Spring Love" will not be lovesick in his life, but will be lovesick, and he will be lovesick. Admire the author's straightforwardness and admire the author's courage.

There is no research on ancient texts, and the saddest thing should be Zhang Dai's "Watching the Snow in the Lake Pavilion", not to mention the male idiot, but to eat the same person! Talking to himself, puzzled, like hearing his voice, like seeing his person.

There is a sentence in Yan Shu's "Yuchun Building": Ruthless is not as affectionate and bitter, and an inch is still tens of millions of wisps. Like his persistence, although the ends of the world are very far away, there is still an end no matter what.

The whole world is turbid, I am alone, everyone is drunk, and I am sober.

The most important thing is that the world can't stay, and Zhu Yan is a rhetorical tree!

Yi Yingqing is like a meeting: I will say goodbye to you with this book today! When I wrote this book, I was one man in the world; When you read it, I have become a ghost in the underworld.

I wrote this book, tears and pen and ink together, I can't write it, but want to put down the pen. I am afraid that you will not notice my intentions, and that I will endure you and die, and that I will not know that you do not want me to die, so I will endure and be sad for you. "Letter to the Wife".

The classic sentimental ancient sentences are as follows:

1. Acacia at night is more leaky, sad and bright, and I want to think about my brocade and cold. ——Wei Zhuang, "Huanxi Sha, Night Lovesickness is More Leaky".

2. The peaches and plums in the city are sad about the wind and rain, and the spring is in the brook and the cauliflower. - Xin Qiji, "Partridge Heaven, Mo Shang Rousang Breaks Tender Shoots".

3. It is meaningless to hate the east wind, and it is even more dark and dusk. - Zhang Si, "Momei".

4. Life also has a life, can An be able to sigh and sit down? Drink wine to forgiveness, raise a glass to cut off the song road. ——Bao Zhao, "Difficult to Travel: Part IV".

5. Seeing each other again in the depths of Qu Lang, even tears and trembling. - Nalan Xingde, "Poppy Beauty: Seeing Again in the Depths of Qu Lang".

6. It is not as dusty as the night platform, deserted, and a sad place. - Nalan Xingde's "Golden Wisp Song: The Dead Woman's Death Day".

7. A flower flies but spring, and the wind is sad. - Du Fu's "Two Songs of Qujiang".

8. Draw the knife and cut off the water, and the water will flow more, and raise a glass to eliminate sorrow. ——Li Bai, "Xuanzhou Xie Junlou Farewell School Shuyun".

9, Hanlin Fengyue 3,000 songs, send Wu Ji to hold back tears. ——Liu's "Partridge Sky Snow Shines on the Mountain City Jade Finger Cold".

10. Immediately meet the cold food, and the sorrow belongs to the twilight spring. ——Song Zhiwen, "Cold Food on the Way: Huangmei Linjiang Post Sends Cui Rong".

11, the cheap concubine kept the empty room, and she didn't dare to forget it, and she didn't feel tears staining her clothes. - Cao Pi's "Yan Ge Xing".

12. Loneliness hears ape sorrow, and the line sees the clouds. ——Li Bai, "Looking for Gaofeng Shimen Mountain, Zhongyuan Danqiu".

13, send a message to Dongyang Gu Wine Market, fight to get drunk, and now he is happy to tears. ——Zhu Fu "Fisherman's Pride, Xiaoyu Slender Wind".

14, I went to the place where I looked back at the broken intestines, and the tears were stolen. - Nalan Xingde, "Mountain Flowers, Wind Floocculents Drifting Remnants Have Turned Ping".

15. Even if you are ruthlessly abandoned, you can't be ashamed. ——Wei Zhuang, "Sidi Township, Spring Tour".

1.The old way, hold my hands, and pour the world gently. 2.When you come, you are confused, you are confused, you walk in the world for a while, who was me before I was born, who am I after I was born, it is better not to come and not to go, and there is no joy or sorrow.

3.Exquisite dice An red beans, into the bone lovesickness does not know.

4.Autumn comes and goes, who pities the wind and lotus in the courtyard, Shaohua is white-headed, but there is a floating life.

5.People will meet two people in their life, one is amazing and the other is gentle.

6.A dream of life, white clouds and dogs, wrong and wrong, right and right, grievances and grievances, in the end, the sun and the moon are silent, the water has no trace, and the abandoners are just a little obsession.

7.If you give me a hosta, I will give you long hair. Wash away the lead, and from then on, the end of the day.

8.Fenghua is a finger of quicksand, and old age is a period of time.

9.The phoenix tour on the phoenix platform, went to the appointment, waited all night, and from then on, the south of the Yangtze River and the north of the river, thousands of miles of mourning.

10.The sky is vast, holding the prosperity and sadness, bending the eyebrows, fate is destined to become the past.

The belt gradually widens and does not regret it, for.

Come to Iran to get the source of emaciation;

The flowers float and the water flows freely. One lovesickness, two sorrows. There is no way to eliminate this. Only then did he frown, but he was on his heart.

The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, haggard and damaged, who can pick them now?

The sycamore is more drizzle, and at dusk, bit by bit. This time, what a sad word!

The wind lives in the dust and the fragrant flowers are exhausted, and I am tired of combing my hair day and night. Things are people, and everything is restless, and tears flow first.

The sycamore falls, and it is still autumn and lonely.

Xingqiao magpie driving, I have only seen it after many years, I want to leave love, don't hate it.

Holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, they were speechless and choked. Thinking of going, thousands of miles of smoke waves, twilight is heavy and the sky is wide.

It's been a long time. It should be a good day and a good time. Even though there are thousands of styles, who to talk to.

The soul lingers in the dream and clears the lotus shadow, and the lovesickness is empty!

There is no chance in the floating world, and it is difficult to grow old.

The city cried goodbye, and both lost their voices.

Complaining about injustice, hating and love have no chance.

Beautiful and sad.

1. The pen is full of flowers, shallow marks and dark, the book is plain and ink, with paper makeup, the eyes are tearful, the smile is cold, the light is drunk, the vicissitudes of life, the boat is shaken, the boat is on the lake, a cloud of smoke, fishing alone in the cold river and snow, layers of ripples, gradually dispersed, the weak pen, still for you, fill in the broken sentence fragments, broken armor, still for you to fight for the world, rusty halberd, in the bloody rain and bloody wind, collapse who can not live a fairy tale.

2. Dark clouds cover the moon, people are gone, and I can't say how lonely I am.

3. Drunk knowing that the wine is strong, waking up and knowing the dream is empty, it turns out that it is also a pain to see the remnants of the flowers withering. Who buried the promise of your life at your grave? Hongchen painting scroll, whose love of life and death is painted?

In the end, you can only keep the same face, and one guard is a thousand years. Looking at the cherry blossoms in the sky, the sadness flows, but it can't hide the mottled years. Burned out of grace, for whom has it turned into a flower on the other side?

Whoever caresses a trace of my hair, who owes me the price of my life.

4. Life is like tea, meditate on it. Right and wrong are innocent, and the reason is the previous life. Recognize clearly, let go is smart. I can't see through, and there is no trace of a dream. No rain flowers still fall, no wind floc flying. We should contemplate the Dharma realm, and everything is created by the mind.

5, leaning alone on the platform and crying, Tanabata monologue love Yi. Don't ask you to go to Baitou, but ask for a lifetime without separation. words, fragile and fragile; Alcohol, easily drunk.

Astringent tears, sweet smiles. It's just that the flowers fall on the night of Tanabata and fold into a play. Floating for a moment, forgetting for a season.

There are empty memories that disrupt the silence. The smile is gone, and there are thousands of loneliness. Sihua Nian, suddenly like a dream.

It's like flowing water, never to return. Don't cry parting, don't complain about the end.

6. When loneliness is dyed with a sad background, how can you endure silence at night, your fault, my fault, darken the bright moon, the autumn wind is a little sad, how not to make people cry. However, a flick on the bridge, who can't be shaken is the fate of the sin, and even if I have the strings of lovesickness, after several twists and turns of reincarnation, the story is sighing, there has been chaos outside the city, and at this time, you are gently holding whose arm.

Classic inspirational. 1. Where there is a will, there is a way. —Book of the Later Han Dynasty. The Biography of Geng Yi

2. If the young man does not work hard, the boss will be sad. - Han Yue Fu. Long Song Xing".

3. What is the ambition of the bird? - Historical Records. Chen Shi Family".

4. Self-cultivation, family, governance, and peace in the world. - University

5. Eager to learn is close to knowledge, practice is close to benevolence, and shame is close to bravery. - The Mean

Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable. - Song. Su Shi Jiangchengzi Yimao remembered a dream on the twentieth day and night of the first month.

The beauty in red and the friend in white are singing and drinking together. The world says that I love Chang'an, but in fact, I only love Chang'an. - Same as "I am also good at singing and drinking".