Ancient style sad sentences

1, the worry and far-reaching charm, is a distant and untouchable sorrow, such as clouds and lonely moon, can only look at the distance of the end of the world.

2, the lights of the stars, the sound of people nowhere to be heard, the song is not all the beacon of the world of chaos. Dark clouds cover the moon, the trail of people, can not say as lonely.

3, all kinds of stories, but love hurt; easy water people go, the bright moon as frost.

4, short pavilion short, red dust rolling, I put the Xiao again sigh.

5. Who breaks the strings? Flowers fall on the shoulders, in a trance.

6, how many red faces pining, how many lovesickness broken, leaving only blood stained ink crying messy graveyard.

7. Sending you a song, not asking about the end of the song.

8, who corners of the eyes of the vermillion tears of the mole to fulfill your prosperity of the world, you jingo iron horse of the river and mountain to give who a stone broken sky of empty joy.

9, the fog disperses, the dream wakes up, I finally see the real, that is the silence of a thousand sails.

10, when the last note sounded, miss was forced to draw a rest, and then the beautiful sentence to write a period. However, this does not herald the end, but represents the continuation of another sadness.

11. The past is like the river reflected by the setting sun, and I choose the glittering ones to treasure in my heart. I choose the beautiful picture of you to treasure in the most beautiful place in my heart.

12, night after night, hurt, in the words of the accompaniment together through the lonesome years, so I hope to be able to hold hands with you towards our summer solstice, to feel that beautiful and gorgeous hurt, outline the most incomplete love.

13, bell hanging under the eaves, the eaves for the bell to guard, the bell does not know; the wind moves the bell heart, the bell for the wind song, the wind does not understand; the world said, ruthless is the most such as the wind; I said, the eaves obsessed with the bell stupid wind how wrong!

14, sitting alone on the windowsill to the mirror face vicissitudes, people help drunken moon according to the wall.

15, the sky is pale, holding the prosperity of grief, bending the eyebrows, destiny, become the past.

16, hold the old age, confinement of time and space, all of a sudden to the end of the world. Dreams of flowers fall, this love is not yet central, this intention is unforgettable, although the string is broken, the song is still Yang.

17, I always hide in the depths of the dreams and seasons, listening to the flowers and the night sing all the nightmares, sing all the prosperity, sing off all the memories of the way to come.

18, the phoenix pair, fly to fly to the autumn of smoke and rain. And now, the phoenix has gone, phoenix empty stay.

19, phoenix tour on the phoenix platform, negative and go, a night of bitter waiting, since then Jiangnan Jiangbei, miles of mourning.

20. Lamenting the tears of the red face and the death of the hero, the world is full of pain. The mountains and rivers are forever silent, how can we be happy.