100 most tear-jerking ancient sentences

A beautiful woman's smile is like a flower blooming, and the beauty of a country is intoxicating. When the flowers bloom, they can be broken. When they are broken, they must be broken. Don't wait for the branches to be broken without flowers. 3. It's hard to return to the road of debauchery and debauchery. When the swallows come, the pear blossoms of Xinshe fall behind Qingming. 5 Tears in my eyes, I ask the flowers, but I don't say anything. The red flowers fly over the swing. The flowers drift away, the water flows by itself, a kind of lovesickness, two idle worries. 7, a sound of parasol leaves, a sound of autumn, a little banana, a little worry. I pity the orioles singing in the deep trees by the secluded grass stream. The mountain is heavy and the water is heavy. There is no way out. The willows are dark and the flowers are bright. Another village. The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away all the heroes. 11 thousand miles of lonely grave, no place to talk about desolation. Even if we meet again, we should not know dust, face and hair like frost. 13 The sound of wind and rain in the night, how many flowers have fallen. The spring breeze is green again. When will the bright moon shine on me again? 15 people return to the wild geese and miss the flowers. 16. We meet thousands of miles away, but we don't know each other. 17 years of life and death, both boundless and unforgettable. The 18,000-mile River-Mountain Painting was displayed, and all the heroes of the ages were left behind. Even if we meet again, we should still be passersby. 20 Look at the fading flowers in spring, when the beauty dies of old age. When flowers fall and bloom, there is always a lot of love in the world. The world is as unpredictable as the universe, life is like a dream, vicissitudes of life are impermanent. If life is only like the first time, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan? The green mountains cannot cover the east, after all. Asking you how much sorrow you can have is like a spring river flowing eastward. The 26-year-old flower man stands alone and swallows fly in pairs. Don't laugh at the poor and the rich, how about becoming a skeleton? The sunset was still red on the green mountains. 29. A white-haired youth with black hair and an old body. Sunset clouds and lone ducks fly together in autumn water, sharing the same color in the sky.