Poems about sadness 1. Famous sentences of chanting poems

How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward. -Li Yu's Young Beauty

But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows. -Li Bai's "Shu Yun, Xuanzhou Xie Tiao Building Farewell School Book"

Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence! -Li Qingzhao's Slow Voice

It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and I plan to canoe, so that the grasshopper boat in Shuangxi can't move and has a lot of worries. -Li Qingzhao's Spring in Wuling

White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard. -Li Bai's Song of Qiu Puge flies freely like a dream, and endless silk rain is as fine as sorrow. -Qin Guan's "Huanxisha" dream, Zhu Yan in the mirror has changed. Spring goes and spring comes, and there are thousands of worries like the sea. -Qin Guan's "Thousand Years"

Sadness is getting farther and farther away, and the distance is like spring water. -Ouyang Xiu's "Walking on the Sand"

If you ask how much leisure do you have? Yichuan tobacco, city wind, plum yellow rain. -He Zhu's Jade Case

The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably. -Du Fu's "Ascending the Mountain" leans against a dangerous building, looking at the spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. -Yan Shu's "The Recent Flowers"

But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker. The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy. Cui Hao is like the grass in spring, but when it goes further, it is still alive. —— Li Yu's sunset tower is stacked on the mountain, and it is not half idle. -Zhao Wei, please measure the water in the East China Sea to see the shallow sorrow. -Li Wei

2. Poems describing people's sadness

The first chapter: "Poems describing sadness" asks how much sadness you can have. Like a river flowing eastward.

-But since the water is still flowing, Li Yu's "Yu Meiren" raises a glass to allay his worries, even though we cut it with swords. -Li Bai's "Shu Yun, Xuanzhou Xie Tiao Building Farewell School Book", the phoenix tree is raining and dripping at dusk.

This time, what a sad sentence! -Li Qingzhao's "Sound Slow" heard that Shuangxi's spring scenery is still good, and he also plans to be a canoe. I am afraid that the Shuangxi grasshopper will not move, and I have many worries. -Li Qingzhao's "Wuling Spring" has white hair and three thousands of feet, and the fate seems to be long.

-Li Bai's Song of Qiu Puge flies freely like a dream, and endless silk rain is as fine as sorrow. -Qin Guan's "Huanxisha" dream, Zhu Yan in the mirror has changed.

Spring goes and spring comes, and there are thousands of worries like the sea. -Qin Guan's "Thousand Years" is drifting away, like water and spring water.

-Ouyang Xiu's "Walking on the Sand" is constantly cut, and the reason is still chaotic. This is parting. It's not just the general taste.

-Li Yu's "Seeing Huan" Young people don't know the taste of sorrow, and they love going upstairs, saying that they are worried about new poems. Now I know the taste of sadness, and I want to talk about it, but I want to talk about it, but it is a cool autumn! -Xin Qiji's "Ugly Slave" was spent in Shui Piao, a kind of acacia, two leisurely places.

-Li Qingzhao's "Plums and Plums" There is no way to eliminate this situation. You can only frown and take it to heart. -Li Qingzhao's "A Cut of Plum" If you ask how much leisure there is? Yichuan tobacco, city wind, plum yellow rain.

-He Zhu "Jade Case" is in front of me. Where are those times that have passed away? Behind me, where are the future generations? . Only the boundless universe, boundless, can't stop the tears full of sadness.

-Chen Ziang's "Song of Dengzhou" leaves fall like waterfalls, and I see the long river rolling. -Du Fu's "Ascending the Mountain" leans against a dangerous building, looking at the spring sorrow, and the sky is dark.

-Yan Shu's "Flowers in the Near" is getting wider and wider without regret, which makes people haggard for Iraq. -Yan Shu's "The Recent Flowers" Flowers on the banks of Xiaoxiao River fall in autumn, teasing a farewell.

Half a stick will die, two lines of tears, a boat. -Zhang Xiaoxiang's "Eye-catching" But I looked home and the twilight faded? The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy.

-Cui Hao Yue Ming Tall buildings stand on their own feet. Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears.

-Fan Zhongyan is immune to himself and has endless fun. It's easier to see when it's not.

-Li Yu is like spring grass when he is far away from hate, but he still exists when he is far away. —— Li Yu's sunset tower is stacked on the mountain, and it is not half idle.

Chapter 2: "Poems describing beautiful things" Poems describing beautiful things: My husband is obsessed with Mao Peng because of his soldiers, and his clothes are burnt. Mulberry and zhe waste taxes, and the countryside is still seeking seedlings.

When picking wild vegetables and roots for cooking, spin raw wood and burn leaves. If you are in a deep mountain, you should also avoid the levy.

Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested. Every winter, from the post office in Handan to Sunday, I bring my knee lamp.

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches. Red flag canal water enters the field, and the seedlings grow green and colorful.

The lake and the moon set each other off, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface. In the countryside where the sun is setting, cattle and sheep go home along the path.

A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy. There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves.

Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially. No wonder I long for a simple life, and the disappointed songs are fading.

Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. In the autumn night, candlelight reflected the screen, and Fan slapped the fireflies with his hand.

I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.

On one side of the boat, Qian Fan races; At the head of the sick tree, every year is a spring shower. Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.

In spring, as long as you sow a seed, you can harvest a lot of food in autumn. Take a small moon in the sky alone to try Er Quan, the best in the world.

Children are neighbors in the snow in winter, and fools on the shore are precious. 3lian.com sells new silk in February and cuts new valleys in May.

Cured the sore in front of me, but dug out my heart. I hope the king's heart will turn into a bright candle.

Not according to the banquet at the front, but according to the escape room. Why don't you like wheatgrass? Xia Muyang is cute.

A power station will be built in Fentouling, and lights will be installed in every household. Poems describing people's sadness.

Poetry on the philosophy of things 1. Stones from other mountains can attack jade-The Book of Songs. He Ming 2. Gua Tian doesn't take shoes, Li Xia doesn't have a right crown-a gentleman's trip, Han Yuefu folk songs, 3. The city is so high, the square is one foot high-city ballads, Han Yuefu folk songs, 4. What's the point of turning steel into soft fingers? The past becomes the past, and the present becomes the present —— Comment on Climbing Yanshan Mountain with Friends by Tang Menghao-ran. 7. The vegetation has no intention, but it has its own ups and downs-Tang Meng Haoran's "Sending Mountain Shadows to Cui Shaofu by the River" 8. A drop in the spring and ten thousand kinds in the autumn —— Ci Nong by Tang. It's ridiculous to shake a tree. If you catch a thief, you get the king first —— Nine Poems on the Front Embankment by Tang Du Fu 1 1. Things don't care about details, but they suit their own needs-Tang Du Fu's Summer Night Tan 12. There are countless spring flowers, and it is autumn after all —— The Three Capitals in Song Dynasty are in danger —— Reading Song Dynasty and The Biography of General Crossing the River 14. Everything is natural-A Day Trip by Tang and Li Bai 15. If there is love in the sky, it will grow old-Tang and Li He 16. An inch of time is an inch of gold. Song title Lin 'an House 19. We read the story of the old times in the Green Book, but here we see a living person who is more powerful than the dead-Tang's Song of the Wheel Tower bid farewell to General Feng of the Western Expedition. Flowers are similar from year to year, but people are different from year to year —— Pulsatilla generation north by Liu Tang Yi Xi 2 1. In-laws can still fear the afterlife, but husbands should not despise teenagers-Tang Libai. If real gold is not plated with gold, don Li Shen's answer is Zhang Xiaobao. 23. Qian Fan is on the side of the sunken ship, and Wan Muchun is in front of the diseased tree. Tang Liu Yuxi rewarded Lotte Yangzhou for the first time. 24. Please don't play the songs of the former dynasty. Listen to the poems describing people's sadness in Yang Liuzhi's Poems of Yang Liuzhi. 25. Fang Lin's new leaves urge Kerwin Chen, and the waves before the running water are the waves after-Tang Yuxi "Happy to see sorrow, the poetry is light, and the three gentlemen have deep meaning." 26. After flowers gather honey, whoever works hard is sweet-Yin's "Bees" 27. Ercao, as a dead name, is worthy of the eternal flow of rivers and mountains-Tang. Climb the Peak —— Wang Song An climbed Feifeng 30. I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but I am only in this mountain-stone, Xilin Wall 3 1. It's not that plum blossoms are fragrant. There are thirty-two pieces of Pipa in Ming Dynasty. What you get on paper is shallow and unique.

3. What ancient poems describe sadness?

1, Spring Rain in Lin 'an

[Author] Lu You [Dynasty] Song

In recent years, officials are interested in a thin layer of gauze. Who will let me take a bus to Kyoto to visit this bustling city?

Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning.

Short paper is idle, and the window subdivides tea.

Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to the mirror house in Lake Ubak.

2. "Qin Yi E Xiao Shengyan"

[Author] Li Bai [Dynasty] Tang

Yu Xiao's voice was sad and sad. When she woke up from her dream, a string of bright moons were hanging upstairs in Qin. Qin family, every year in the second quarter of the moon, the willow color by the bridge is printed with seven windows for farewell.

Looking at the Cold and Autumn Festival, the ancient road leading to Xianyang has been cut off. The west wind kissed the light of the sun, and in front of us were the tombs and palaces of the Han Dynasty.

3, "magnolia order, three nights of rain fell on the leaves of Wu Tong"

[Author] Su Shi [Dynasty] Song

In the middle of the night, the rain hit the phoenix tree. The soul of a dream is nowhere to be found. Sleeping on a bamboo mat, feeling the coolness of the night, I know that autumn is coming, and I hear cricket constantly calling, which seems to urge women to spin cloth.

Remember the way the dream came, so clearly appeared in front of me. I seem to be intoxicated with the songs and dances of Jiangting. Someone must ask you in front of your elders in order to tell your feelings after parting.

4. "Ancient songs"

[Author] Anonymous [Dynasty] Korea

Autumn wind whispers and worries about killing people, coming in and out.

No one in the seat is worried. Let my hair turn white.

It's windy around Hu, why not repair trees?

The distance from home is getting farther and farther, and the clothes are slowing down.

The brain can't talk, and the wheels in the intestines turn.

5. Cherish yellow flowers and slow down chrysanthemums

[Author] Wu Wenying [Dynasty] Song

Pink enamel gold dress. Ping Xiu recognized Xiao Niang in the past. It's the best in a year. It's the Double Ninth Festival. Avoid spring, I'm afraid it's not far away, look at the secluded path and steal autumn makeup. Drunk. My heart is like sadness.

Tidal cheeks smile in the clear frost. Clever play, but also deeply infected with bee yellow There are thousands of dew marks, self-pity for the old color, half spring cold, and a hundred feelings of fragrance. The sound of geese can't reach the Dongli shore, and the city is full of wind and rain. It hurts the most. Late at night, I hate butterflies flying wildly.

4. Who knows this poem about sadness?

If you dream, you will always remember the sunset in Xiting, and you will never know where to go.

Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng. How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu.

It's like a dream. Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so a deep sleep didn't consume wine. Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there.

Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin, with a touch of red lips as a lonely boudoir, and an inch of sorrow touches the heart.

Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain. Leaning against the post is just not in the mood! Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken.

Click on crimson lips, swing, get up and adjust slender hands. Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe.

Seeing someone coming, socks shoveled away Jin Chai and left in shame. Looking back at the door, Wen Qingmei.

Don't make a cup of deep amber in Huanxisha, it will melt before you get drunk, and the evening wind will come. The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, the cold golden bun is loose, and the time and space are red to candlelight.

The idle window of Huanxi Shayuan is deep in spring, the heavy curtain is not heavy, and the leaning against the building can't match the lyre. In the distant mountains, the dusk is in a hurry, the wind is blowing and the rain is beating, and the shade is light. Pear blossoms are hard to thank.

Huanxisha is cold in spring, the jade stove is full of hookah, and the dream comes back to the mountain pillow to hide flowers. Swallows haven't come yet, so we are playing games on the grass. The willows are falling, and the plum blossoms are dying. In the evening drizzle, the swing in the garden will not swing.

Shaji in Huanxi hurts spring, and the wind falls on the courtyard at the beginning and evening of May, and the clouds are thin under the moon. Jade ducks smoke brains, Zhu Ying covers tassels, and rhinoceros also relieves cold. On the embroidered curtain of Huanxisha, the lotus flower smiled and leaned against the fragrant cheeks of Baoya, and its eyes were guessed.

On the one hand, it is full of charm, on the other hand, it is charming and hateful, giving you a deep affection. Complaining that it was too late to remove makeup, plum calyx got stuck in the branch.

When you wake up from alcohol, you will sleep in spring and your dreams will never return. People are quiet, the moon is whispering, and the green curtain is hanging.

It takes more time to remove the residual core, burn more incense and get more time. Bodhisattva returned to the flood and broke the residual rinspeed, and the snow in the back window fell straight into the furnace.

The phoenix at the bottom of the candle is bright, and the hairpin phoenix wins the lamp. The sound of the trumpet urges the morning light to drain, and the morning light belongs to the cow.

Flowers are ugly in spring, and the west wind keeps the old cold. Bodhisattva's wind is very soft, but it's still early spring, and at first glance it's a good mood.

I feel slightly cold when I sleep, and plum blossoms are on my temples. Where is my hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk.

Burning when lying in water, the fragrance will not disappear. Good things are close to the wind, flowers fall deep, and there is red snow outside the curtain.

I remember for a long time that after begonia blooms, it is the season of hurting spring. The wine column sings jade and honors the sky, and the blue cylinder is dark and bright.

The soul dream is unbearable, miserable, and even more screaming. In the snow of Qingpingle every year, plum blossoms are often drunk, so they are all removed, and it is impossible to win tears all over the clothes! I lived in a remote place when the plum blossoms were in bloom this year, and my ears were short and thin.

Look at the plum blossom blown by the night wind, and it is probably hard to see its gorgeous. Recalling Qin E's lofty position, the chaotic mountains and Ye Ping are thin and smoky.

The smoke is thin, the crow returns, and the horns are heard at dusk. The fragrance breaks off the evil feelings, and the west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall.

When the phoenix tree falls, it is still crisp and lonely in autumn. Who planted banana trees in front of the window where mulberry seeds were picked? Yin fills the atrium; Yin fills the heart and leaves warm the heart.

Sad pillow night rain, a little light rain; A little rain, worried about the loss of northerners, not used to listening! Spread the happy sand, rub the gold and cut into layers of jasper leaves. The spirit of grace, such as Yan Fu, is too bright.

Plum blossoms are heavy and vulgar, and cloves are bitter and rough. Smoked a thousand miles of dreams, but ruthless.

Spread out the Huanxi sand, get sick, have a noise in the sideburns, and lie down and watch the window screen break the moon. Boil cardamom into boiling soup, and you don't have to eat it in the spirit of tea.

Poetry and books on the pillow are idle, and the scenery in front of the door is good. I borrow more from people all day and spend more time with osmanthus. Wuling spring breeze has exhausted the fragrance of dust, and I am tired of combing my hair at night.

Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first. It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes.

I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried. Drunken flowers, thick clouds and fog, eternal sorrow, refreshing mind, golden beasts disappear.

Double Ninth Festival, lying in bed, in the middle of the night, the cold on my body has just been soaked. Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves.

Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju. In the southern song, the stars turn and the curtain on earth hangs.

Liangsheng's pillow was covered with tears. He took off his clothes and asked, What is night? The emerald lotus is small, and the golden lotus root leaves are thin. Old weather and old clothes, only feel different, hometown! Complain about the boundless wind on the Sun Lake, the autumn dusk, and the red fragrance.

Water, mountains and mountains are close to each other, inexhaustible, and infinite. Lotus seeds become old lotus leaves, green dew washing, apple flowers and plants.

The heron sleeping in Sha Ou didn't look back. It seemed annoying, but people came back early. Partridges rustling and locking windows are cold, and phoenix trees must hate frost at night.

Wine column prefers bitter tea, and dreams are broken. Autumn has passed, the days are still long, and Zhong Xuanhuai is even more desolate.

It's better to get drunk than to stay at a respectful distance from others. Don't be negative. The partridge is dark, the corpus luteum is soft, the affection is far away, and only the fragrance is left. Why light dark red? It's a first-class flower Plum envy, chrysanthemum should be ashamed, draw a column mid-autumn festival crown. Poets can be ruthless, but why didn't they receive it in those years? Jade Pagoda Red Plum Crisp Would You Like to Break Qiongya and Explore the South Branch? I don't know how long I have borrowed it, but I see it is infinite.

The Taoist priest is haggard, bored and unhappy at the bottom of the spring window. If you want to look down on it, come and rest. It may not be that there was no wind in the Ming Dynasty.

When Xiaoshan Spring arrived in Nagato, the spring grass was green, and some red plums were broken, but they were not blooming evenly. Take out the buttered tea in the cage, and the broken jade is crystal clear. I want to keep the morning dream, take a sip and surprise a cup of spring.

Many doors are set off one by one, and the sparse curtains reveal faint shadows. What a beautiful night. For the third time in two years, I am worthy. Come back and say that I want to have a good taste of the warm spring.

Linjiang Fairy Garden is deep, the fog pavilion often covers the cloud window, the plum calyx at the willow tip is gradually bright, and the spring returns to Liling Tree, making people old and healthy. I have a lot of feelings about the moon and singing about the wind. Now that I am old, I have accomplished nothing. Who is more miserable and haggard? I'm bored trying on the lamp, and I'm not in the mood to walk through the snow.

Linjiang Xianmeiyuan is a little deep, and the cloud window and fog pavilion spring festival evening is a gaunt injury for everyone. Just dream at night. It should be Nanzhi.

Jade thin sandalwood light infinite hate, south building Qiang tube Hugh blowing. Who knows that the fragrance is blown out and the warm wind comes late, so don't let the apricot flowers get fat.

Butterfly lovers is warm, sunny and windy, full of plum blossoms and full of spring. Who is in love with wine and poetry? Tears melt the powder and flowers are heavy.

At first glance, I tried to sew the shirt with gold thread. The pillow was oblique, which broke the hairpin and the phoenix. With deep sadness alone and snuff at night, there is no good dream.

My sister was sent to Liangzhu Changle Pavilion, wet with tears and singing all over Qian Qian. The humanities mountain is long and the water is broken, and the rain is raining and lonely.

Farewell to the injury, never forget to leave, the wine is deep and the wine is shallow, so you can pass the book over the geese, and the east is far from Penglai. Butterfly lovers once told his relatives to stay up all night, having a little joy, dreaming of Chang 'an and knowing Chang 'an Road.

In order to report good spring scenery this year, the flowers and the moon should be photographed together. Although the casual cups and plates are sloppy, the wine is delicious and sour, which makes people pregnant.

Don't laugh when you are drunk, the poor are like spring. A piece of plum, red lotus root, fragrant residual jade autumn.

Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.

Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.

There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. Fishermen proudly welcome the clouds, and the Milky Way wants to turn to Qian Fan dance; It's as if the dream soul belongs to the emperor, and I smell the sky and ask where I belong.

I reported it.

5. Who knows sad ancient poems?

Poems of Sorrow >: Raise a glass to eliminate sorrow and worry "(Li Bai's poem). In Li Shangyin's poem Today, there is a poem about sadness. Yan Shu's "Huanxi Yarn": A new song and a glass of wine. Last year, the weather was old and the sun was setting, so there was no choice but to let the flowers fall, and the familiar Yan returned.

Wandering alone in the fragrant path of the small garden-. - .

Sitting alone also includes frowning (Liu Yuxi's "Recalling Jiangnan"). The Chu people want to hear Yao's resentment. In the middle of the night in Xiaoxiang (Liu Yuxi's "Xiaoxiang God"), the mountain temple looks for laurel seeds in the middle of the month, and the county pavilion looks at the tide on the pillow. When I revisit my old place (Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan"), I hate it when I think about it until I return.

In the Ming dynasty, people leaned against the building (Bai Juyi's "Sauvignon Blanc") wanted to be at dusk. When they are bored and leaning against the door alone (Bodhisattva Man in the text), they are all there. When they were heartbroken, Bai Bozhou (A Dream in the South of the Yangtze River) had not come home, and they must be heartbroken when they got home (Wei Zhuang's Bodhisattva Man). Even if you are mercilessly abandoned, you can't be ashamed (Wei Zhuang's "Four Brothers"). Don't cry. Talk a lot (Niu Xiji's "Raw Tea Son"), and you are still in love.

In retrospect, when I remembered the green silk dress, I felt sorry for the grass everywhere (Niu Xiji's Tea Son) and made a thousand wishes in front of the pillow. I want to have a rest and wait for Lan Qingshan to let her husband come back early, but I am deeply interested in looking back at Li Qingyun. Heritage is a double emerald.

Ride an elephant, first carry people over the water (Li Xun's Nanxiangzi). He often gets sick and drinks before sunrise. It is sad to leave Zhu Yan thin in the mirror (how many tears there are in Feng Yansi's Magpie Tread, leaning on it (Jing Li's Spread Huanxisha). I don't have a taste in my heart (Li Yu's Night Cry). How much sadness can you have? Just like a river flowing eastward (Li Yu's Young Beauty), you can't rely on the fence alone, and it is infinite. It's easy to see when it's difficult.

Spring water has come out, and the slave of heaven and earth (Li Yu's "Langtaosha") is hard to come out, so you can be merciful. (Li Yu's Bodhisattva Man) After the lonely people in other places dispersed, I looked at the residual smoke in a daze.

The stove is fragrant, and the phoenix is lingering. Holding an empty ribbon in his hand, looking back and hating Yiyi.

(Li Yu's "Linjiang Fairy") For my heart and yours, I knew I remembered each other deeply (Gu Wei's "Confessions"). When does the green grass stop? Tears and sorrow have been broken first (Qian's "Yu Lou Chun"). Before, I was tired of perfume bottles. Today's fragrant bottles are afraid of shallowness (Qian Yu Lou Chun). The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns homesick tears (Fan Zhongyan's Sumugai). Every year tonight, the moonlight is like practice, and people are thousands of miles long (Fan Zhongyan's "Forbidden City" tears have not arrived.

The night is deep, the lights are gone, the lights disappear between the lights, but I lean on the pillow and chat to sleep. This endless loneliness really makes the taste of loneliness similar. Everyone has come to this matter, and there is no intention to avoid it (Fan Zhongyan's "Yu Jie Xing"). When will Chunchun go back? Looking in the mirror at night hurts the scenery. In the later period of the past, there was no choice but to remember the flowers in the province (Zhang Xian's Fairy). As if I had met Yan and returned, the small garden incense trail wandered alone (Yan Shu's "Huanxisha"). I don't know if the bright moon will stay, but I will wear Zhu Hu (Yan Shu's butterfly lovers) to send a marker ruler. The mountains are long and the water is wide, and I don't know where (Yan Shu's) is. "

Drink for you to persuade the sunset, and leave a photo among the flowers all night. (Song Qi's "Jade Home is Spring") March is coming.

It closes at dusk, and there is no plan to stay in spring. Tears ask flowers without words, and red flies over the swing (Ouyang Xiu's Dead Hua Lian). The sorrow is endless, and the distance is like spring water (Ouyang Xiu's "Walking on the Sand"), and tears are sprinkled on tourists. I hate the spring sky (Ouyang Xiu's Picking Mulberries) rushing by.

This year's flowers are better than last year's, but it's a pity that next year's flowers will be better. (Ouyang Xiu's "Langtaosha") First sent to the spring, and then sent to the monarch.

To catch up with spring in the south of the Yangtze River, you must stay in spring (Wang Guan's "Bu Operator"), and Swift Qi Fei (Yan's "Linjiang Xian"). If you are afraid of meeting each other, it will be like a dream (Yan's "Partridge Sky"). If you go to bed late, you will never forget it. Then you will be heartless and heartbroken (Yan's Nanxiangzi) and take care of each other silently, only a thousand lines of tears (Su Shi's Jiangchengzi). From a fine point of view, it is not a young flower, but a little tear (Su Shi's Water) that makes people lonely and refuses to live. Cold branches of solitary sandbar (Su Shi's "Bu Operator") are blown by small willow cotton, and there is no fragrant grass in the world (Su Shi's "Die Lian Hua"). A broken soul is nowhere to be found (Li Chi Ngai's Walking on the Sand). Considering that only dreams come and go, I am even more afraid. The river blockage (Looking at the East of the River by Huang Tingjian) is the heaviest, and the heart is broken (Duck by Chao Yuanli). People are powerful, and Qingzun is always willing to follow (Duck by Zhao Yuanli). Thin ("Rain Ring" in Chao Yuanli) Meiying is thin, and the ice melts and the east wind changes years ("Looking at the Sea Tide" by Qin Guan). If the relationship lasts for a long time, why don't you get along with each other (Qin Guan's "Queqiao Xian") and hate you for a long time, then take a break (Qin Guan's "Jiangchengzi"). There are tears on the sleeves (Fang Ting, the man of Qin Guan), and cardamom has old grievances. Ten-year dream is just a glimpse (Fang Ting, the man of Qin Guan). Clouds are light and the wind is light, and it rains in succession.

With laziness, Dongfeng tears (Wang Shen's Memories of Time Past) ruined his life, and only a few evenings passed (Zhao Lingzhi's Qing Ping Le). How much leisure is there? Yichuan smoke, full of wind, plum rain (He Zhu's "Jade Case") was originally planted on the grass, showing early, and the old building was new. Lying in an empty bed and listening to the rain in the south window, who picks up the lamp at night to mend clothes (He Zhu's "Partridge Sky") nostalgia, Lan Zhou urges.

Holding hands and looking at each other with tears, I was speechless and choked (Liu Yong's Lin Yuling).

6. Poems expressing sadness

1, tearful eyes asked flowers for silence, and flew over the swing with red.

-Song Ouyang Xiu "How deep is the courtyard?

I tearfully asked Luohua if she knew my thoughts. The fallen flowers are silent and chaotic, flying out of the swing bit by bit.

2. A moment that should last forever? Before I knew it, it had come and gone.

-Don Li Shangyin's "Jinse"

Those beautiful things and years can only stay in memories. At that time, those people thought those things were just ordinary, but they didn't know how to cherish them.

3. When is the spring flower and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past?

The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon.

Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them.

How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward.

-Five Dynasties Li Yu "When is the Spring Flower and Autumn Moon?

When will this year end? We know how many things happened in the past! Last night, the spring breeze blew from the small building again. How can I bear the pain of missing my hometown in this bright night? Carefully carved railings and jade steps should still be there, but the people I miss are aging. Ask me how much sadness I have in my heart, just like this endless spring water rolling east.

4, Mo Dao does not forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

-Song Liqingzhao's "Drunken Flower Yin, Fog and Thick Clouds, Never Worry"

It goes without saying that clear autumn doesn't hurt people. The west wind rolls a bead curtain, and the people in the curtain are thinner than the yellow flowers.

5, dead vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, old roads and thin horses.

When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

-Ma Yuan Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha Qiu Si"

At dusk, a group of crows landed on an old tree with withered vines and made a piercing cry. Under the small bridge, the running water tinkled, and a thin horse on the ancient road struggled against the west wind. The sunset gradually lost its luster and set from the west. On a cold night, only lonely travelers wander in the distance.