弱水三千，繁華紅塵宴。臨風(fēng)笑卻世間，封塵也艷。
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風(fēng)句子英語(yǔ)，歡迎大家來(lái)閱讀。
1、敵不過(guò)的哪是似水流年，江山早為你我說(shuō)定了永別。
What can't be defeated is like a flowing year, Jiangshan has long said goodbye to you.
2、嘴角掛著一抹邪異的微笑，聽著那個(gè)夏日留下的歌。
A strange smile hung from the corner of my mouth and I listened to the song left by that summer.
3、多少紅顏悴，多少相思碎，唯留血染墨香哭亂冢。
How many red faces, how many lovesickness broken, only blood stained ink crying chaotic graves.
4、總在不經(jīng)意的年生，回首彼岸，縱然發(fā)現(xiàn)光景綿長(zhǎng)。
Always inadvertently, looking back on the other side, even if found a long scene.
5、誰(shuí)為誰(shuí)把青絲熬成白發(fā)，誰(shuí)為誰(shuí)把青春耗成落花。
Who boils the green silk into white hair, who consumes the youth into falling flowers.
6、看櫻花滿天，悲傷在流轉(zhuǎn)，卻掩不住斑駁的流年。
Look at the cherry blossoms all over the sky, sadness is flowing, but can not hide the mottled fleeting years.
7、將花影移簾幕，風(fēng)怒松聲卷翠濤，呼童滌器煮茶苗。
Shadows of flowers will be moved to the curtain, wind rage and song of Chuncuitao, Hutong polyester boiled tea seedlings.
8、荏苒歲月覆蓋的過(guò)往，白駒過(guò)隙，匆匆鑄成一抹憂傷。
The past covered by years, the white juvenile crossed the gap, casting a dash of sadness in a hurry.
9、春深花淺笑，秋濃葉憂傷，夜月一簾夢(mèng)，春風(fēng)十里情。
Spring deep flowers smile, autumn thick leaves sad, night and moon a curtain dream, spring wind ten miles.
10、凄凄落梅，琵琶一曲，伊人回眸，予之，半世繁華。
Desolate plum, a Pipa song, Yiren look back, give it, half a prosperous life.
11、薰風(fēng)驚了小蓮，韶光一轉(zhuǎn)離合不足縈懷，與君經(jīng)年。
The fumigating wind shocked Xiaolian. Shaoguang's turning off and closing is not enough to linger with you for many years.
12、風(fēng)蝕千載靈月，神壇終見;飛羽流云，指縫沙湮。
Wind erosion has lasted for thousands of years, and the altar will be seen at last; flying plume clouds, finger cracks and sand annihilation.
13、三杯渾白酒，幾句話衷腸。何時(shí)歸故里，和她笑一場(chǎng)。
Three cups of muddy white wine, a few words heartfelt. When to return home, laugh with her.
14、墨染天下，紅塵的浮華，是你手中醞釀的筆尖花。
Ink dyeing the world, the flourishing of the red dust, is the tip of your pen brewed in your hands.
15、那日后無(wú)人敢與我言你，亦無(wú)人知曉我多想聽聞你。
No one dared speak to me that day, nor did anyone know how much I wanted to hear about you.
