Weak water 3000, prosperous red dust banquet. Facing the wind and laughing, but in the world, the dust is also gorgeous.以下是唯美到心碎的古风句子英语，欢迎大家来阅读。
What can't be defeated is like a flowing year, Jiangshan has long said goodbye to you.
A strange smile hung from the corner of my mouth and I listened to the song left by that summer.
How many red faces, how many lovesickness broken, only blood stained ink crying chaotic graves.
Always inadvertently, looking back on the other side, even if found a long scene.
Who boils the green silk into white hair, who consumes the youth into falling flowers.
Look at the cherry blossoms all over the sky, sadness is flowing, but can not hide the mottled fleeting years.
Shadows of flowers will be moved to the curtain, wind rage and song of Chuncuitao, Hutong polyester boiled tea seedlings.
The past covered by years, the white juvenile crossed the gap, casting a dash of sadness in a hurry.
Spring deep flowers smile, autumn thick leaves sad, night and moon a curtain dream, spring wind ten miles.
Desolate plum, a Pipa song, Yiren look back, give it, half a prosperous life.
The fumigating wind shocked Xiaolian. Shaoguang's turning off and closing is not enough to linger with you for many years.
Wind erosion has lasted for thousands of years, and the altar will be seen at last; flying plume clouds, finger cracks and sand annihilation.
Three cups of muddy white wine, a few words heartfelt. When to return home, laugh with her.
Ink dyeing the world, the flourishing of the red dust, is the tip of your pen brewed in your hands.
No one dared speak to me that day, nor did anyone know how much I wanted to hear about you.