8. I send you a song, regardless of whether people will part when the song ends.
The sky does not grow old, and love is hard to sever. The heart is like a double silk net, with thousands of knots in it.
Lanterns flicker, voices are faint, songs cannot exhaust the war of this turbid world.
25. Finally, for that Jiangnan mist and rain, I conquered the world. After the glory fades, it's just a quiet mountain river.
I wish to be close to you, forever without end. Only when mountains turn into hills, rivers dry up, winter thunders roar, summer rains snow, and heaven and earth merge, would I dare to sever my ties with you.
39. Always in an unremarkable year. Recalling this shore. Even if one discovers that time stretches endlessly.
40. A kind of silent endurance is actually a stored kind of strength; a kind of silence is indeed a surprising confession.
13. In the past, there were tall buildings with music playing day and night, and above them were sleeves dancing beautifully.
Such stars are not from last night, for whom do they stand exposed to wind and frost all night?
1. Use my three lifetimes of fireworks to exchange for your one lifetime of bewilderment.
33. Look at the eternal silence of the heavens and the sun and moon; green mountains and long rivers, generation after generation.
11. The mountain has trees and the trees have branches, my heart loves you but you don't know.
6. With a single sword, I break through the vast land, where does the prosperous music fall? Leaning against the clouds with many pots covering loneliness, even though others mock me.
22. Such stars are not from last night, for whom do they stand exposed to wind and frost all night?
38. Year by year, day by day, autumn after autumn, generation urging generation. Meeting and parting, joy and sorrow, lying on a bed alone, dreaming in life. Seeking a companion acquaintance, he meets me sometimes. Saying goodbye to acquaintances, singing and playing.
Deeper into the night, white gauze condenses frost, dreams revolve thousands of times, in cold fog and thick smoke, fallen flowers hang from curtains. Full of longing thoughts, flying bitter words. Meeting and parting, like a dream. Like wind, like frost, like a dream. Dropping on a rock a tear, giving birth to former wounds. Or, saying goodbye is just a journey in this life, while the gentleness of three lives and three worlds is my obsession in this life, without regret or resentment.
Butterflies are beautiful, but ultimately butterflies cannot fly across the sea.
29. Through the years, dreams return to the curved water side to see fireworks bloom into a full moon.
34. So be it, henceforth no more meetings among the mountains and waters.
2. I am still young, squandering my prime.
Just like in my heart, you've never left, nor changed.
Clear water and long sky, the setting sun like blood. Looking back, laughter and sorrow are laughable, whispers of dreams, soft affection beside the pillow, like a painting, like a dream. Your elegance passes before my eyes, turning into a dreamy curtain, falling lightly onto the moonlit night, slightly stirring countless thoughts. Past tender emotions still linger on my brow, gently circling, fragrantly whispering; tenderness becomes full notes of poetry, freely released in the night, yet tears well up in my eyes.
More beautiful sentences can be found here to appreciate:
44. One flower is one world, one leaf is one pursuit. One song is one sigh, a lifetime for one person.
20. This time I leave you, it's the wind, the rain, the night;
32. Fate brings us together and separates us, carrying the burdens of ten thousand miles of dust, just for a word, expecting the next meeting.
Still waters run deep, sad flutes tread songs; three lives of bright and dark moons, one morning of sourness and sweetness.
Ten years of life and death, two vast emptinesses, without thought, naturally unforgettable, a lonely grave a thousand miles away, nowhere to speak of desolation.
The brilliance is a finger of flowing sand, youth is a period of time.
4. In the end, who made the string break, flowers fell on the shoulder, bewildered and lost.
5. How many beauties fade, how much yearning shatters, only leaving blood-stained ink to cry over chaotic graves.
This time I leave you, it's the wind, the rain, the night; you smiled, I waved, and a lonely road stretched out in two directions.
Finally, for that Jiangnan mist and rain, I conquered the world. After the glory fades, it's just a quiet mountain river.
Moonlight is pale, wind is bleak, a timeless pipa song drifts, making this life's attachment sour. Thoughts come in the night, drop by drop flowing in the moonlit sea, scattering and drifting in the empty night, thread by thread leaving imprints, colliding with inner stirrings, tears overflow both eyes, flowing down arbitrarily, like a stringed instrument crying and complaining.
45. Karmic connections have always been like water, rarely needing tears, why exhausting lifelong affection? Don't be overly sentimental, sentiment hurts oneself.
27. Handing over the empire, for your smile.
10. Listening to the strings break, breaking those three thousand attachments. Falling flowers are buried, burying a morning of ripples. If flowers have mercy, which fingertips do they fall on?
Today's events, like water without a trace. Tomorrow, when will you be a stranger?
23. Ten years of life and death, two vast emptinesses, without thought, naturally unforgettable, a lonely grave a thousand miles away, nowhere to speak of desolation.
Turning around, a whiff of cold fragrance far away, melted snow deep, smiles shallow. Next life, will you ferry me, willing?
12. Forgetting each other, who forgets first, tilting the country story of the country. Lingling refuses to play, graceful shadow surprises the red crane.
26. Brilliance is a finger of flowing sand, aging is a period of time.
One spring gone and the beauty grows old, flowers fall and people die, unaware of each other.
21. The sky does not grow old, and love is hard to sever. The heart is like a double silk net, with thousands of knots in it.
48. If you make a fuss in this life, I'll drink wine with you.
Clouds cover the moon, footprints disappear, unable to express such loneliness.
A collection of beautiful ancient style sentences.
Lonely star broken, fragmented dreams severed, simple clothes cold. Mirror face, moonlight thin, separated by curtains, waiting brought full belly of heartache. Always wanting to escape memories of you, returning to ultimate peace, letting heart be calm and composed. Yet, at the moment of turning, you forgot a thousand years of tenderness, planting deep pain in me; countless drunkenness, all drunk unable to dissipate this life's myriad worries. Volume within volume, word by word etched in heart, only one song telling an unchanging story, fading into the depths of heart.
In this life, I follow ancient legends, in the tunnel of time, sprinkling withered petals for you. In this life's brief entanglement, creating the most beautiful memories strung into melodious tunes, to honor the grandest encounter when flowers were in full bloom. And I, am merely forgotten in the ancient dream.
7. Let him deal with everything clear or turbid, for your smile I willingly fall into cycle.
Long street, abundant fireworks, you look back at the lanterns,
18. Beautiful lovers, flowing years, able to return to the past, unable to return to the beginning.
Short pavilion short, red dust rolls, I sigh again with my flute.
Tonight; stepping on shattered moonlight, letting memories fly, scattering on every string, touching sounds pouring out like complaints. Softly crushing thoughts in arms, spreading in the night, transforming into low calls, winding lingering as thin sorrow, hiding in a corner of the night, falling into full bosom of light sorrow, scattering lonely.
17. Lanterns flicker, voices are faint, songs cannot exhaust the war of this turbulent world.
3. Long street, abundant fireworks, you look back at the lanterns,
28. How many segments of sighs, how many lifetimes of joys and sorrows, laughably my fate is in my own hands, not subject to heaven.
30. Mist scatters, dreams awaken, I finally see reality, that's the calm after countless sails have passed.
16. Still waters run deep, sad flutes tread songs; three lives of bright and dark moons, one morning of joy and sorrow.
36. Heart slightly moves but alas feelings have gone far, things are not the same, people are not the same, everything is different, past cannot be chased.
47. Who met whose calamity and who became whose obsession.
49. If life were only as beautiful as our first meeting, at that time we thought it was ordinary.
You smiled, I waved, and a lonely road stretched out in two directions.
Related thematic articles:
There when you need someone
Recently I started practicing leader health exercises in the morning and learning Tai Chi
Sad words