1. Chivalrous and rhyming sentences in the ancient style
A foot of snow has been silent for hundreds of years, the long corridor is like a deep well, resounding with the question of the original intention, the snow-white hair is flying With a pale face, his eyes looked at a sword as dark as night, with a streak of blood flowing under the sword, flowing with the long song of time.
I have forgotten your face, but I can never forget the scene when the flames burned away your remains. I only remember the bamboo flowers behind you, spreading like snow, and your white shirt flying like snow. Snow, like snow, like snow, now, like snow, you are only cold, gradually eating away at my temperature. I have been trapped in prison for many years, and I stepped out for you, but on the day I stepped out, I fell into another prison. , when you are gone, you should take everything with you, and you should not leave a trace of my thoughts behind. The look in that man's brows is as much as yours, and I will kill him. The hands that taught you the sword are now going to uproot you.
There is a kind of exquisite beauty in this world, which only exists between staring eyes. Two people chase their eyes with their eyes. The struggle between seeing through and being seen through is aroused.
A sword groans in order to kill, and a person builds a tomb in order to live forever. The stone pavilion was filled with freezing fog and everything was blank. I only wrote a lament about sacrificing my life to cross the sword.
This sword makes life and death look downright desolate, and only after drinking blood can it become desolate. I carried it behind me, held it close to my heart, and kept it in the snowy March. I used blood to shepherd the sword and forget it till now. 2. Does anyone have a rhyming sentence similar to the ancient style?
Ping Ting's book is written in ink, the green silk is singing and the moonlight is standing
It's pitiful that the beauty is tired several times, and the red sleeves add fragrance to accompany reading at night.
Ink and wash paper umbrellas, apricot rain stains the south of the Yangtze River
One person and one shadow in the sky, drinking wine, not drunk but almost drunk
Half asleep and half awake, tears come to my mind, asking who is missing whom
There are three thousand smiling beauties in the rich language, and the flowers return to the mortal world without dust
The broken bridge in the West Lake tells the story, and the Guitang on the east bank tells the story of the years
The flowers on the other side are blooming and the leaves are not growing. , Lantian jade has not yet been carved
The half-slanting sunset reflects off people, a winding willow expresses farewell hate
A dream of the world of mortals disturbs the king's heart
Half The lamp is tired and the purple street is drunk with human kindness
In the past, flowers bloomed on the street and slowly returned.
At this moment, I am on the road of mortal world, waiting for your return.
Here we go, beautiful scenery in good times, but no matter what the sky is.
After years of enjoying things, whose home is it?
Autumn resents autumn and misses autumn. The painted screen cannot cover up the cool moonlight
Spring hates spring and yearns for the spring boudoir. How can a lonely willow stand up to a pair of swallows
Thoughts The misty shadow is far away towards the mist, dusk and snow are passing away in the beautiful time
The wind is blowing and the water is far away, and the flowers are falling in the dream.
At the beginning of the lantern, I smile at the wine and watch the rain, snow and wind and frost for several generations
The night is slightly cool, inviting the moon dream to return to the thousand-year-old pavilion and look into the distance
The plain clothes are thin, but the face is still covered, and the fate is to meet the most beautiful face in the world.
In what year did we meet in the spring in the river, in the moonlit sky, and on the pool platform? 3. What are some ancient chivalrous and rhyming sentences?
1. Listen to the wind and watch the rain, smile and watch the misty rain and the world of mortals. Drinking and singing, drunkenly talking about the beautiful years.
2. The dream of the old people from the south to the north is a feast for the eyes. Traveling east and west to Zhuang Zhou is a dream all his life.
3. You need to be chivalrous when making friends, and you need to be honest in your life.
4. When a gentleman takes life and death lightly with a single promise, why does he need a lot of money to taint his chivalry?
5. I have an old friend who went with his sword and cut off the spring breeze but refused to return. Only the chivalrous spirit will pour into the sky, and I will send you this drunkenness from afar.
6. Stepping on the bright moon with a sword, drinking and singing wildly. He is full of chivalry and has a reputation for thousands of miles.
7. Long swords, fish and dragons dance, and wine is poured out. Qingqi rides back to the dust, but his chivalrous spirit remains alone.
8. From ancient times to the present, how much loyalty and heroism are all a pot of good wine, a good drunkenness, and a good night's dream.
9. One person and one rider, the world is free.
A pot of wine, a song of love, and a lifetime of insolence. Heroes march across the world with their swords, and their pride stains the sky with blood.
10. A great chivalrous person serves the country and the people; a small chivalrous person serves as a friend or neighbor. 4. What beautiful ancient poems or beautiful rhyming verses can be used for grouping?
I would rather be the lonely soul under the bamboo than fall in love with the leaves of the green wood.
Holding hands with you, there is no doubt about our affection. The lantern trees shine with thousands of lights on the cloud city, and under the stars, the moon is as bright as frost.
I am kindly invited to enjoy the porch. The sky is clear and the water is cool with the wind. The face is half-hidden, showing off the lotus leaves. It is like a painting in the Yuan Dynasty, and it is like a painting of clouds and clothes.
The east wind understands the meaning and sends a letter, the phoenix flies in the nine heavens, and the phoenix is ??sought from all over the world. The willow moon melts, and a smile captivates the country. The south wind blows brightly, red and light green. The autumn is clear, and the rain comes. The snow in the winter mountains is solemn, and the cold is known in the distance. When I wake up from the dream, I burst into tears, and it lasts for several years.
It's been a long time since I've been here. I drink wine to admire the moon and ask about my appearance in another life. Once I entered Guanghan Palace by mistake, I was very happy to reunite with my flesh and blood! The sound of the phoenix flute is heard under the moon, and the drinking water flows by.
There is no way to express the passion, and the dancing becomes chaotic and crazy. The clouds are as long as the wild geese, and the wind supports the green willows near the auspicious sun.
The waves of peach blossoms in the May River are related to my hometown. I am willing to raise the sea water to its limit, and dare to teach mortals to defy the will of heaven.
Just to evoke the old days. Playing with green plum blossoms, playing with bamboo horses, and always walking around the well bed.
The fragrance of lotus flowers in Puxia is everywhere. The tea flowers have bloomed, and the dust and smoke have passed. How much do you know? All the flowers have gone, leaving me alone and lonely. After these flowers, it will be autumn, with red leaves falling all over the ground and desolation and tears flowing.
Only the loss of nothing can turn into a madness that looks down on the mortal world, and only the boneless pain can turn into the lingering melancholy between the eyebrows. The night is still young, the moon and stars are sparse.
The scenery is not yet over, the clouds are light and the wind is gentle. The blue sky above is poor and the yellow spring is below. I would like to follow you like a shadow. If you want to fight against the sky and the earth, we are all together. Even if you lose your life, I will be happy to do so.
Hold her in your arms and protect her from the wind and rain. He solemnly said his promise: "I will accompany you."
The arms hugged each other tighter and tighter, and there was only a plain expectation in my heart: I can wait until you agree. Now, please let me come to you, please let me accompany you.
The dream is unreal, just like the banana heart. What I feel is true and false, but like the shadow of the moon in the water. I ask the world, where are the heroes? The sea of ??blood hangs down the rainbow, all on the battlefield.
Just like the east wind condenses the green, the water sinks and the clouds fall off a branch. When the west wind blows, the leaves fall, and the tall buildings stand alone. The reed flowers are slightly slanted and the catkins are turned over.
A pond of residual lotus flutters in the wind. Sigh, time cannot be kept.
But drink a cup of turbid wine and send the blue clouds away, and sigh at the autumn heart. The human nature is miserable, half swallowed and half followed by the wind.
It can be seen that under the leaves of the empty cicada, the sound has ceased, the life has ceased, and there is no soil to turn into spring. Last year in the west wind, I said spring was approaching.
The reed flowers smile as autumn passes, and the jackdaws carry the red clouds. My heart is filled with thousands of twists and turns, and my heart is filled with sorrow.
If you want to paint a painting that is desolate, the past is sad, and the scenery is difficult to arrange. The traces of tears are like the water of the river, wiping away thousands of lines and thousands of lines.
Thousands of purple and green clouds hang in the palace, and the Eternal River swallows boats and fish. Don't renovate Li Ge's songs. The moon is missing and the stars are shining at the beginning of the night.
The moon is slightly yellow, the fence is shadowless, and the pine wind smiles and brings the tufts close by. Ten years of cold and summer, ten years of autumn, ten years of traces and ten years of heart.
From the snow to late spring, who is as durable as a queen in the world. The night is like water, with a waning moon and stars.
The wind is like a dream, caressing the pines and attracting love. Flower shadows enter the curtain, smiling at the empty space.
Go into seclusion in the mountains and watch the love indifferently. When spring brings me sorrow, I talk about scriptures and praise them.
Bright as a mirror, clear as water, becoming perfect day by day, melting month by month. The tip of Zhang Chang's pen is lightly applied, just like when he was a child in the east of the city.
The clear light is flowing, and the shy figures are sitting in the window. The cold moon is silent, lamenting the shock of the battlefield.
Falling into the phantom sea, it is impossible to remember the path to the next life. The ice wheel reflects the blue, and the flying Qiongdu is secretly driven.
Pointing at the Moon Rabbit in the distance, but asking: "The long night is long and the moon is sleepless. Who do I care about you for?" I sit in the shade of the pine tree, showing off my face, and ask the sky: How many families are wandering in a foreign land? How many couples are together? How many brothers and sisters are hanging around the bamboo bed? How many parents are in the high hall? The jade leaks and the moonlight are dim, and the wind blows through the willows for nine years. When we meet, we can only play the strings and play the piano in our dreams. .
Making a living by leaning on the door and seeking love. The green ants in the cup taste like glutinous rice. How can the fragrant glutinous rice be ordinary?
But drink three cups, and enjoy the romance! The flowing clouds bring flowers into the sky, and the falling rain wakes up Du Yu's soul. The shadows are scattered across the pond.
The pavilion is filled with fragrance, the shadows are covered with flowers, and the breeze is weaving the painted screen. They all follow the wind when they meet and pass by each other.
They spread out and become lazy. Traveling with friends, weeping willows, flying swallows, smiling at red apricots, horses flying slowly on the street, the setting sun is shining, and the spring flow is shining. Half wisps of clouds stain the blue sky, and the peach blossoms are densely shadowed.
The spring mountains are like smiles, the moonlight is like moist flower shadows, and the stars are shining in the south wind. I will send you the incense, and I will accompany you on the spring night. .
My heart has not changed, but my concubine is hard to know. Short. Love is just a paintbrush in the heart. Sometimes it just copies reality, and sometimes it distorts and abstracts the beautiful scenery in a self-deceptive way.
Only when you get out of the illusion in your heart, you will find this. There is another world outside. "The dream lake is beautiful, the dream lake water, the mandarin ducks are playing in the water and flying together."
The green snail is beautiful, the green snail is dangerous, the mountains are stacked into the sky and destroy the sky. Flowers on the Long Mountain, Niang on the Long Mountain, Gushe’s fairy posture is the centerpiece of the painting.
The reed by the water, the man by the water, love at first sight is a good match. "Smokey willows and white embankments are whirling green, jade mirrors and Qiongtian fields are clear and the sky is vast.
The red wheel falls in the west and the lonely clouds fall, and there is a green snail in the blood jade plate. Let the old monks get drunk while chatting with wine, and I will laugh at the world. The plum blossoms on both sleeves, but beside the bridge, the flowers on the other side are still blooming with blood.
The spring sorrow is not yet awakened, the fragrance is choked, and I have been with you forever. The catkins pond is lightly smoked by the wind, and the leisurely mood is still dim in the evening. At that time, I was a quiet girl.
My childhood sweetheart, I was deeply affectionate, and I suddenly flew across the other branches.
I owe you my love. Clear clouds and pale moon start from the beginning. Ten miles of bright red makeup, a dream of yellow beams.
When I wake up from the dream, I feel like it has been a long time since I left. I drink wine and wonder about my appearance in another life.
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I accidentally entered the Guanghan Palace and reunited with my flesh and blood. I was so happy to hear the sound of the phoenix flute in the moonlight, and my heart was full of passion, and I was dancing wildly.
The clouds follow the wild geese, and the wind supports the green willows near the auspicious sun. The waves of peach blossoms in the May River are tied to my hometown.
I am willing to lift the sea water to the limit, and dare to teach mortals to defy the sky. Just to evoke the old days.
Playing with green plums and playing with bamboo horses, the fragrance of lotus flowers is everywhere.
The green trees are flowing into the clouds. , the new moon is like a hook. The moon rises in the sky, bringing spring and autumn.
The blue sky is full of stars, and the kings and princes are in charge.
Menghu has no worries. , the face is wrinkled by the wind. Luoshan is not old, but has white hair.
One is handsome and handsome, the other is cold and clear; one is like a mandala, charming and startling, and the other is like a mandala. Pure and beautiful. One is red and the other is white, the same beauty, but one is blooming on the other side of the River of Forgetfulness, and the other is beautiful in the paradise of heaven.
Although they are born in two poles, they end up in the same place. 5. What are the beautiful ancient sentences of ei rhyme?
You once promised me a drizzle of emerald green, and all the white butterflies flew together, but in the end it was just a floating flower, withering away.
You once promised me thousands of dollars of gold, and expensive paper in Luoyang. The strings are in chaos, and I sigh that the front is hard to get tired.
It’s hard to break the front edge, and it’s hard to get tired of being lingering. You once promised me to be intoxicated with the shengxiao and sing the green plum, but in the end it was nothing more than a thousand charms.
You once promised me to play the flute and stay with me forever, but in the end it was nothing more than the rain, which wetted the beauty. The still water flows deep, and the Cangsheng plays songs; the cloudy and sunny days in three lives are full of sadness, and one day is sad.
There are hundreds of beauties in the world, but you are the only one who is the charm of my love. Life can be full of joy, but it is not.
Gather up the eternal love and crush the accumulation of deep lovesickness. The river is lonely, with dark green on both sides, and your figure is standing everywhere, so beautiful.
You once promised me that the bead curtain would hang lightly and I would have a cup of aftertaste, but in the end it was just that the fireworks were fragile and the cinnabar shed tears. The smoke is getting darker, and I am tired of watching the life and death of mountains and rivers.
Benevolence makes a difference in the world. Benevolence is not suitable for the heavenly family, and ruthlessness never regrets its actions.