200 points Beautiful classic sentences with ancient style

Propaganda propaganda under propaganda propaganda.

1, your wedding dress burned the end of the world like fire, and since then the remnant sun has burned my heart like cinnabar; You have a picturesque red makeup and a wedding dress, and since then you have been in love with green silk to white hair; You are smiling like a flower and drunk the world, and since then Hongchen has sent me poems and good stories; Your heart is like snow and you put on a robe, and Bodhi has bloomed into a mirror flower full of loneliness since then; Your red lips are red like blood, and you are obsessed with forgetting Shaohua from now on; Your eyebrows are like water splashing ink on ancient paintings, and from then on, you will keep a city in the world; Your white hair is as dark as snow and prosperous, and you have forgotten about each other in the rivers and lakes and turned around the world; You look back like a dream and beautiful fireworks, and since then the flowers have been empty for a moment.

2. One flower and one world, one tree and one floating life, one grass and one paradise, one leaf one as come, one sand and one bliss, one side and one pure land, one smile and one dust, one thought and one quiet.

3. Is there an oath: the mountains are edgeless, the heaven and the earth are together, and they dare to be with the king. Is there a place of love:

Red beans in the south, the original gentleman picks. Is there a place of sorrow: only the frown, but the tip of the heart.

Is there an agreement: hair is the same as green, temples are the same as snow; Born and slept together, died in the same cave. Is there anyone who is there?

Holding the hand of the son, growing old with the son; The prosperity is gone, and you sleep with your son.

4. Is there a relationship: heaven and earth, blue and yellow springs. Is there a kind of love: life and death, vicissitudes. Is there a home: peaceful and harmonious, happy and long-lasting.

Is there a relationship: heaven and earth, blue and yellow springs.

Is there a kind of love: life and death, vicissitudes.

Is there a home: peaceful and harmonious, happy and long-lasting.

Is there an oath: the mountains are edgeless, the heaven and the earth are together, but dare to be with the king.

Is there a place of acacia: red beans in the south, the original gentleman picks.

Is there a place of sorrow: only the frown, but the tip of the heart.

Is there an agreement: hair is the same as green, temples are the same as snow; Born and slept together, died in the same cave.

Is there a person who holds the hand of the son and grows old with the son; The prosperity is gone, and the son sleeps with the son - the prosperity of the troubled times in the world

If I am a flower, you are a butterfly, you come to have fun, I laugh sweetly, if I am a leaf, you are a breeze, you come to dance, I see you dance.

If I would allow you a splendid life, would you be willing to join hands with me to make the world our home? If I am willing to allow you to be picturesque, will you be willing to wander the world with me?

Have you ever heard a song, it is called friendship, it helps us to go up the knife mountain and down the sea of fire, and go to the soup and the fire; You may think "it" is stupid, but it just sticks to one belief: to complete this so-called score.

If life is a book, then time is a pen that writes life;

If life is a blank sheet of paper, then time is a handful of paint, depicting life;

If life is a long river, then time is the surging waves, driving life;

If life is a tree, then time is a green leaf, enriching life;

If life is a door, then time is a key that opens life;

If life is a cup of coffee, then time is a bag of condiments, seasoning life;

If life is a play, then time is the nameless protagonist, interpreting life;

If life is a painting, then time is a palette, rendering life;

If life is a fast horse, then time is a green space, bearing life;

If life is a green space, then time is a spring rain, nourishing life.

Is there a relationship: heaven and earth, blue and yellow springs.

Is there a kind of love: life and death, vicissitudes.

Is there a home: peaceful and harmonious, happy and long-lasting.

Is there an oath: the mountains are edgeless, the heaven and the earth are together, but dare to have a place of lovesickness with you: the southern country of red beans, the original king picks.

Is there a place of sorrow: only the frown, but the tip of the heart.

Is there an agreement: hair is the same as green, temples are the same as snow; Is there a person who lives and sleeps together, and dies in the same cave: holding the hand of the son, growing old with the son; The prosperity is gone, and the son sleeps with the son - the prosperity of the troubled times in the world

One flower, one heaven, one grass, one world, one tree, one Bodhi, one soil, one pure land, one smile, one dust, one thought, one pure !!

Your wedding dress burned the end of the world like fire, and since then the remnant sun has burned my heart like cinnabar;

You have a picturesque red makeup and a wedding dress, and since then you have been in love with green silk to white hair;

You are smiling like a flower and drunk the world, and since then Hongchen has sent me poems and good stories;

Your heart is like snow and you put on a robe, and Bodhi has bloomed into a mirror flower full of loneliness since then;

Your red lips are red like blood, and you are obsessed with forgetting Shaohua from now on;

Your eyebrows are like water splashing ink on ancient paintings, and from then on, you will keep a city in the world;

Your white hair is as dark as snow and prosperous, and you have forgotten about each other in the rivers and lakes and turned around the world;

You look back like a dream and beautiful fireworks, and since then the flowers have been empty for a moment.