Poems about sorrow>
Toast a glass to relieve sorrow and make it worse" (Li Bai's poem),
This is mentioned in Li Shangyin's poem "Giving on behalf of others" The poem "The plantains do not show their lilac knots, but we are both sad when facing the spring breeze"
About the sadness in Yan Shu's "Huanxi Sha": A new song, a glass of wine, the same weather as last year, the same pavilion, when will the sunset return, Helplessly, the flowers fall away, and the familiar swallow returns, wandering alone on the fragrant path in the small garden
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Young people don’t know what it’s like to feel sad, so they talk about it in order to fill their new talent.
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The west wind is still shining, the mausoleum of the Han family (Li Bai's "Recalling Qin'e")
The weak willows lift their sleeves from the wind, and the orchids are exposed Like a wet towel. Sitting alone also frowns (Liu Yuxi's "Recalling Jiangnan")
Chu guests want to listen to Yao Se's complaints, Xiaoxiang is full of moonlight in the middle of the night (Liu Yuxi's "Xiaoxiang God")
Looking for osmanthus seeds in the moonlight in the mountain temple, looking at the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. When will I come again (Bai Juyi's "Remembering Jiangnan")
I miss you for a long time, I hate you for a long time, and I will not rest until the moon is bright. (Bai Juyi's "Long Love")
It's dusk in the season, and I'm bored and leaning against the door alone (Wen Tingyun's "Bodhisattva Man")
Thousands of sails are not the same, the slanting light is flowing, the water is long, the heart is broken, Bai Pinzhou (Wen Tingyun's "Dream of Jiangnan")
Don't return to your hometown before you are old, otherwise you will have to break your heart (Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva Man")
I plan to marry you and live in peace for the rest of my life. Being ruthlessly abandoned, one cannot be ashamed (Wei Zhuang's "Sidi Xiang")
The waning moon's face is bright, don't cry at dawn (Niu Xiji's "Sheng Chazi")
Too many words , the love is not over. Looking back, I still remember: Remember the green skirt, pity the fragrant grass everywhere (Niu Xiji's "Sheng Chazi")
I made all kinds of wishes before the pillow, and I will wait until the green mountains fade away (Dunhuang) Poem)
I wanted him to return early from his expedition, but he let me go into the blue clouds (Dunhuang Poem)
I looked back with deep affection in my heart, riding on an elephant and crossing the water first. (Li Xun's "Nanxiangzi")
I often get sick and drink in front of flowers every day, and I don't hesitate to see my beautiful face thin in the mirror (Feng Yansi's "Magpies Stepping on the Branch")
How many tears can't limit hatred , leaning against the Langqian (Li Jing's "Breaking Through the Sands of Huanxi")
The cutting continues, the reason is still chaotic, it is a different feeling of separation in the heart (Li Yu's "Crying in the Black Night")
I ask you how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward (Li Yu's "Yu Meiren")
Don't lean on the fence alone, there are infinite rivers and mountains, it is easy to see when you are gone, and it is difficult to see when the water falls, and the spring leaves, in the sky. The human world (Li Yu's "Lang Tao Sha")
It is difficult for a slave to come out, so teach him to show mercy. (Li Yu's "Bodhisattva Barbarian")
After the lonely people dispersed in the other lanes, Wangcan Tobacco was in the doldrums. The incense of the stove floats like a phoenix.
Holding the Luo belt empty, I look back and hate Yiyi. (Li Yu's "Linjiang Immortal")
Change my heart for yours, and then we will know that we remember each other deeply (Gu Kui's "Revelation of Heartfelt Love")
When will the green poplar grass stop? The tears in my eyes and the sorrow in my heart have already broken (Qian Wei's "Spring in the Jade House")
In the past, I was sick and tired of the fragrant bottles, but today I am afraid that the fragrant bottles will be shallow (Qian Wei's "Spring in the Jade House")
Sitting alone in the Mingyue Tower, I drink wine and turn into tears of lovesickness (Fan Zhongyan's "Sumuzhe")
Every year and tonight, the moonlight is as beautiful as the moon, and the person is thousands of miles long (Fan Zhongyan's "Road to the Streets") )
I am so sad that I can’t get drunk. Before the wine arrives, tears first come. The lamp is turned off and the pillow is turned off, and I know the feeling of sleeping alone.
Everyone is here to do this, and there is no way to avoid it between their brows and their hearts (Fan Zhongyan's "Royal Street Journey")
When will I send Chunchun back? Facing the evening mirror, the scenery is hurt, and the past is empty in the later period (Zhang Xian's "Tian Xianzi")
There is no choice but the flowers fall away, and it seems that the swallows have returned, and the fragrant path of the small garden is wandering alone (Yan Shu's "Huanxi Sand") < /p>
The bright moon does not know the pain of separation and hatred, and its slant light penetrates Zhuhu at dawn (Yan Shu's "Butterfly Loves Flowers")
If you want to send colorful notes and rulers, you will know where the mountains are and the rivers are wide (Yan Shu) "Butterfly Loves Flowers")
Growth hates little entertainment, but is willing to love a daughter with a light smile. I hold wine for you to persuade the setting sun, and leave the evening light among the flowers. (Song Qi's "Spring in the Jade House")
It was raining and windy at the end of March. The door is closed at dusk, and there is no way to stay in the spring.
The flowers are silent with tears in their eyes, and the red flowers fly across the swing (Ouyang Xiu's "Butterflies in Love with Flowers")
The sorrow of separation gradually becomes endless, and the distance is endless like spring water (Ouyang Xiu's "Treading on the Shasha") 》)
The soft intestines are filled with pink tears (Ouyang Xiu's "Treading on the Shasha")
The music and songs are scattered among the tourists, and they only feel the spring sky (Ouyang Xiu's "Picking Mulberries")
If gathering and separation are in a hurry, the hatred will be endless.
This year’s flowers are more red than last year’s, but it’s a pity that next year’s flowers will be even better. (Ouyang Xiu's "Lang Tao Sha")
I just started to send spring back, and then I sent you back.
If you go to the south of the Yangtze River to catch the spring, tens of thousands of people will stay in the spring (Wang Guan's "Bu Shuanzi")
The fallen flower man is independent, and the tiny swift swallows fly together (Yan Jidao's "Linjiang Immortal")
Tonight's remaining Looking at Yinggang, there is a fear of meeting each other in a dream (Yan Jidao, "Partridge Sky")
It's too late to sleep, unforgettable, even heartless and heartbroken (Yan Jidao, "Nanxiangzi")
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My temples are pitiful and green, just because I miss my old age (Yan Jidao's "Sheng Chazi")
I refuse to paint a rich family, and the spring breeze is free and the flowers bloom (Wang Anguo's "Qing Ping Le")
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Ten years of life and death are blurred, without thinking, one will never forget it (Su Shi's "Jiang Cheng Zi")
In the small window, I am dressing up. Looking at each other without words, there are only thousands of tears (Su Shi's "Jiang Chengzi")
Looking closely, they are not poplar flowers, but the tears of separation (Su Shi's "Water Dragon Song")
Choose The cold branches refuse to live on, and the lonely sandbank is cold (Su Shi's "Bu Suanzi")
There are few willow trees blowing on the branches, and there are no fragrant grasses anywhere in the world (Su Shi's "Butterfly Loves Flowers")
Laughter gradually disappears and the sound becomes quieter, but the passion is ruthlessly annoyed (Su Shi's "Butterflies in Love with Flowers")
Everything in life comes to nothing with a flick of the finger, and the soul is broken and melancholy has no place to find (Li Zhiyi's "Traveling on the Sand")
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Thinking about only dreams coming and going, let alone being afraid of the river (Huang Tingjian's "Wang Jiangdong")
The most important thing is that the sound of love leaks out, and the shadows of flowers move secretly (Chao Yuanli's "The Mallard") )
The man is strong, green and pure, and has a long-term wish to be with him (Chao Yuanli's "The Mallard")
Sighing on the good dreams, there is no evidence for them one by one, and I sit staring at the golden flowers in despair (Chao Yuanli's "Yulin Ling")
I feel tired after farewell, my skin should be fragrant and thinner (Chao Yuanli's "Yulin Ling")
Mei Ying is sparse and icy. The waves are flowing, the east wind secretly changes the years (Qin Guan's "Looking at the Sea Tide")
If the two feelings last for a long time, how can they stay together day and night (Qin Guan's "Magpie Bridge Immortal")
< p>The time is not reserved for young people, and the hatred lasts for a long time. When will it end (Qin Guan's "Jiang Cheng Zi")Even in spring, the river is full of tears, endless flow, and many sorrows (Qin Guan's "Jiang Cheng Zi") < /p>
When will we see you again? There are traces of crying in the sky above the sleeves (Qin Guan's "Man Ting Fang")
The old grudges on the cardamom tips, and ten years of dreams can only be frightened (Qin Guan's "Man Ting Fang")
Helpless The clouds settled and the rain dispersed. By the lantern, the east wind has teary eyes (Wang Shen's "Remembering Old Friends")
It only takes a few dusk to ruin a life of haggard (Zhao Lingzhi's "Qing Ping Le")
How much leisure and sorrow are there? A river of tobacco, the city is full of wind, plums are yellowing in the rain ("The Sapphire Case" by He Zhu)
The original grass is showing the first dew, and the old buildings and new ridges are leaning against each other. Lying on an empty bed and listening to the rain outside the south window, who will turn on the lamp to mend clothes at night ("Partridge Sky" by He Zhu)
Where I miss you, the orchid boat urges me to leave. Holding hands and looking at each other's tearful eyes, I was speechless and choked (Liu Yong's "Yulin Bell")
Sentiment has been hurt by separation since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing to be left out in the Qingqiu Festival (Liu Yong's "Yulin Bell")
After so many years, it should be a good morning and a good scene. Even if I have a thousand feelings, who can I tell them to (Liu Yong, "Yulin Bell")
A song in Yangguan, the sound of heartbreak is gone, and I lean on the railing alone (Liu Yong, "Youth Tour")
Had I known that? I regret that I didn't lock the carved saddle (Liu Yong's "Ding Fengbo")
In the grass-colored smoke and the lingering light, I couldn't say who would lean on the railing. (Liu Yong's "Butterfly Loves Flowers")
The clothes and belts are getting wider and wider, but they are not destroyed, and people are haggard because of the beauty. (Liu Yong's "Butterfly Loves Flowers")
The fragrance is not in the stamens, the fragrance is not in the calyx, the fragrance is deep in the bones (Chao Buzhi's "Yan Jiao'er")
Spring is coming Dressed in gold thread, who knows how haggard it is (Mrs. Wei's "Wulin Chun")
Weary guests from the south of the Yangtze River are haggard, unbearable to listen to, and eager to control complicated strings (Zhou Bangyan's "Man Ting Fang")
Hand in hand while reading the moon pavilion, listening to the flute on the exposed bridge, thinking about the past, like in a dream, with tears dripping secretly (Zhou Bangyan's "The King of Lanling")
My hometown is far away, when will I go (Zhou Bangyan's "Su Mu" Cover")
Ask in a low voice: Who are you going to spend the night with? It's been three o'clock in the city. The horse is slippery and the frost is thick, so it is better to leave. It is a journey with only a few people (Zhou Bangyan's "Youth Travel")
Everyone, please tell me, this is Yi's appearance, how can she be like a niannu (Li Lu's "Pin Ling")
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Only Guanshan is full of moonlight tonight, thousands of miles away, Su Guangtong (Xie Yi's "Jiang Shenzi")
When will Wanli Yunfan arrive? Send away the lonely soul, the eyes are cut off by the green mountains. Who will sing the golden thread for me (Ye Mengde's "Congratulations to the Bridegroom")
I hate you not Jiang Louyue, north, south, east and west. North, south, east and west, there is no separation except for each other.
I hate you but it’s Jiang Louyue, I’m still short of money. It's a loss for the time being, but how long will it take to be reunited (Lu Benzhong's "Picking Mulberries")
It's good that the wind is gentle and the sun is warm, but it's a loss with the orioles and swallows. The courtyard is full of flower curtains that are not rolled up, and the heartbroken grass is far away (Zhu Shuzhen's "Visiting the Golden Gate")
I walk alone and sit alone, advocate alone and even lie down alone. Standing there makes me feel sad, helplessly touching people in the cold (Zhu Shuzhen's "Magnolia")
The charming and foolish person is not afraid of people's guesses, and sleeps in the arms of others in plain clothes. When we are most separated, I lazily sit on the dressing table when I return (Zhu Shuzhen's "Qing Ping Le")
For fear of the pain of separation, there are many things that I want to talk about (Li Qingzhao's "Recalling the Flute on the Phoenix Stage") < /p>
Only the running water in front of the building should miss me and stare at me all day long.
Where I stare, a new sorrow has been added from now on (Li Qingzhao's "Reminiscences of Playing the Flute on the Phoenix Stage")
The soul cannot be shaken, the west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers (Li Qingzhao "Drunk Flower Yin")
Now I am haggard, my hair is covered with frost, and I am afraid of going out at night. It is better to look under the curtain and listen to people's laughter (Li Qingzhao's "Yong Yu Le")
Looking and searching, deserted and miserable (Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice")
It is most difficult to breathe when it is warm and then cold. Three cups and two cups of light wine, how can I defeat him? The wind is coming late at night (Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice")
This time, how can I be so sad (Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice")
I want to express my thoughts to the Yao Qin, but I have few close friends, and who will listen when the string is broken (Yue Fei's "Xiao Chong Mountain")
One sound, one update. There are banana lights outside the window, and there is no limit to emotion at this moment.
Dreams are hard to come true, and hate is hard to put down. If you don't know the truth, people won't like to hear it. The empty steps will drip to the light. (Wan Qiyong's "Long Acacia")
The east wind is evil, happiness is thin, and I am full of melancholy. I have been away for a few years. Wrong, wrong, wrong (Lu You's "The Hairpin-Headed Phoenix")
Spring is as old as ever, people are thin and empty, and the tears are red and see through the silk threads (Lu You's "The Hairpin-Headed Phoenix")
Peach Blossoms Fall, Xianchi Pavilion. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book. Mo, Mo, Mo (Lu You's "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix")
It's dusk and I am sad alone, even more windy and rainy (Lu You's "Businessman")
I have no intention of struggling for spring, and I will be alone for a long time. Everyone is jealous. Scattered into mud and crushed into dust, only the fragrance remains as before (Lu You, "Bu Shuanzi")
Only the soul of dreams can meet again, but it is a shame that dreams are not made by humans (Lu You, "Butterfly Love Flower")
< p>I am not afraid of the beauty of the silver steel, but I am worried about the wind breaking the clear clothes (Lu You's "Butterfly Loves Flowers")I cherish the spring and fear that the flowers will bloom early, not to mention the countless falling reds (Xin Qiji's "Touching Fish")
Even if I buy a fortune for a fortune, who can complain about my tenderness (Xin Qiji's "Touching Fish")
Idle sorrow is the most painful, don't go and lean on the dangerous fence, the setting sun is shining, the smoke The place where the willow's heart is broken (Xin Qiji's "Touching the Fish")
The old hatred flows endlessly in the spring river, and the new hatred clouds the mountains thousands of times. It is expected that in the Ming Dynasty, when we meet again in front of you, the flowers in the mirror will be difficult to break.
You should also be surprised to ask: How many talents have been paid recently (Xin Qiji's "Nian Nujiao")
The building is empty and people are gone, and the flying swallows who used to travel can tell (Xin Qiji's "Nian Nujiao")
The young man does not know the feeling of sorrow and falls in love with the upper floors. Falling in love with the upper floors, I force myself to express my sorrow in order to compose new words.
Now that I know all the sadness, I can’t stop talking. He was about to give up, but he said that the weather has been cool for a long time in autumn (Xin Qiji's "Ugly Slave")
The broken hearts are so popular that no one cares about them, and who can persuade the singing oriole to stay (Xin Qiji's "Zhu Yingtai") "Near")
It is he who brings sorrow in spring. Where spring returns, he does not know where to go. , suddenly looking back, that person is there, in the dimly lit place (Xin Qiji's "The Sapphire Case")
Despite Cardamom's lyricism, the dream of a brothel is good, but it is difficult to express deep feelings (Jiang Kui's "Yangzhou Slowness")
It is impossible to cut off the thousand strands of separation and sorrow (Jiang Kui's "Chanting Pavilion")
Swaying beautifully, the cold fragrance flies up to the poem (Jiang Kui's "Nian Nujiao")
< p>The night is long and the love is weak, and the early spring is stained by lovesickness (Jiang Kui's "Traveling on the Shasha")The spring is not green yet, and the hair on the temples is first. Farewell in this world will not bring sorrow for a long time. Who taught me that every year the red lotus is on the night, the two places meditate and know each other. (Jiang Kui's "Partridge Sky")
The green statue is easy to cry, and the red calyx is speechless in memory (Jiang Kui's "Secret Fragrance")
It is nothing like the spring breeze, no matter how full it is, it will be with you early. Arrange gold house. I still teach myself to go with the waves, but I complain about the jade dragon's sad song (Jiang Kui's "Sparse Shadow")
On the broken shore, new green appears; it is the place where the fallen red brings melancholy, I remember that day when the door was covered with pear blossoms, Talking late at night when the lamp is cut (Shi Dazu's "Qi Luo Xiang")
Sadness mars the green and daisy eyebrows, and the flowers bloom all day long (Shi Dazu's "Double Swallows")
The green and dark in front of the building are divided Carrying the road, there is a trace of willow and an inch of tenderness (Wu Wenying's "Wind into the Pine")
Melancholy when the two mandarin ducks are not there, the moss rises on the quiet steps overnight (Wu Wenying's "Wind into the Pine")
A piece of spring sadness awaits the pouring of wine, the boat is rocking on the river, and the curtains are moving upstairs.
Qiuniang Ferry and Tainiang Bridge. The wind is blowing and the rain is falling.
When will you return home to wash guest robes? The word "Yin" means Sheng tune, and the word "Xin" means "Xiangshao".
The flowing light can easily throw people away, the cherries are red and the bananas are green (Jiang Jie's "One Cut Plum")
Sorrows and joys are always ruthless, and every step of the way is dripping until dawn (Jiang Jie's "Yu Meiren") 》)
I can’t write a book, I can only send a little love (Zhang Yan’s "Jie Lian Lian")
Sima Jiangzhou, his green shirt is wet with tears, we are both at the end of the world (Wu Ji's "People") "Full Moon")
The drunken soul should chase the dream of Lingbo, and share the west wind with the cold night (Cai Songnian's "Partridge Sky")
I advise you not to be drunk in front of flowers, this year's flowers Thank you, next year the flowers will fade and the heads will turn gray (Zhao Bingwen's "Green Xing'er")
Baling Bridge on the ancient road in Xiangyang. Poetry and autumn are high.
Romantic figures through the ages, how many heroes are there in one moment (Wan Yanshou's "Chaozhongcuo")
I feel so thin that I feel thin and have light makeup marks (Yuan Haowen's "Qing Ping Le")
Love is still there, but the deep hatred is not buried in the loess (Yuan Haowen's "Maipitang")
What is love in the world? Let's learn about the promise of life and death (Yuan Haowen's "Touching Fish")
Earlier, there were few red branches, and the flying catkins were ruthless, which annoyed people even more (Duan Keji's "Die Lian Hua")
There is no question of profit and loss through the ages (Wang Yisun's "Mei Wu")
For the west wind, who can summon the soul (Bai Pu's "Win the Championship")
A hundred years have always happened, and the final hammer has not been easy to deal with (Wang Yun's "Partridge Sky")
Pedestrians endure the cries of crows, and the wind blows like fallen leaves in the mountains (Qiu Yuan's "Sijiake")
This year's cold night in Jiangnan, who knows what's on my mind (Sadula's "Xiao Langgan")
Empty and melancholy, there is no reason to meet each other. From now on, the soul is lost for thousands of miles, Yueyang Tower every night (Xu Junbao's wife, "Man Ting Fang")
The small building is empty with blue clouds and red rain, and the spring scenery has reached the place where the soul disappears (Zhang Zhu, "Treading on the Shasha")
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The ruthless bright moon brings love back to its dreams, back to the secluded boudoir (Liu Ji's "Eye of the Eyes")
The flowers and moon are blurred, and there is no desire to look at them through the curtain (Yang Ji's "Bodhisattva Man")
The bright moon shines on the window screen in the Liquor Province (Xia Yan's "Huanxi Sand")
The moon is late in the courtyard when the lights are turned off, and the swing is cut by the wind (Yang Shen's "Partridge Sky")
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The orchid girl is tired, full of worries and dreams, and is fragile (Zhao Nanxing's "Water Dragon Song")
Her soul is rippling, secretly shedding red tears (Zhao Nanxing's "Water Dragon Song") < /p>
Lv Qi plays in her hand, and the strings are white and snowy (Chen Hongshou's "Bodhisattva Man")
After several puffs of smoke, only the flowers are difficult to protect (Chen Zilong's "Red Lips")
< p>The moon flattens the grass, half of the face is red with anger (Chen Zilong's "Revelation of Heartfelt Love")The spring has turned into a sad day and rain, thinking about the romantic past, secretly hurting like this (Liu Rushi's "Jinmingchi")
There is always a kind of desolation, very haggard, but there are still beautiful poems from Yantai (Liu Rushi's "Jinmingchi")
Recalling the past, there was a little east wind, and the wind separated the curtain, and the eyebrows were sad (Liu Rushi) "Jin Ming Pond")
The sound is slow and gentle. The eyes are not easy to touch. The affairs of the world depend on the young mind. It is clear and dotted deeply (Wang Euzhi's "Geng Liuzi")
At first glance, it looks like flying elm coins, soaking up the fireworks, and no one can see the tears.
The river will be filled with more sorrow, and the vast sky will be as straight as the long sky (Qu Dajun's "Magpie Stepping on the Branch")
The Qingming Festival has passed and the wind has not yet turned, the concubine is in the cold spring, and the man is in spring. Warm (Qu Dajun's "Magpies Stepping on the Branches")
The tender green is like a skirt, and every inch is ecstatic. The heart of spring is drained to become a king and grandson. Irrespective of the east wind blowing, I grow old, and the color reflects the dusk (Qu Dajun, "Lang Tao Sha")
After a few lines of tears at dusk, a crow crows at the moon (Xia Wanchun, "Bu Suanzi")
Who It is expected that if we are of the same mind and fail to form a knot, then we will form a knot of lovesickness (Xia Wanchun's "Bu Shuzi")
Everything in the world is full of shortcomings (Wu Weiye's "Congratulations to the Bridegroom")
When the hero loses his way, suddenly The cool breeze blows (Chen Weisong's "Good Things Are Near")
*** A group of people sleep together and listen to the autumn rain, and the small bamboo mats and light furs are each cold (Zhu Yizun's "Autumn in Guidian")
I will write lyrics when I get old , half of it is hate spread in the air (Zhu Yizun's "Execution of Pei Ling")
Love is afraid of lovesickness, looking forward to the long embankment, the red heart is gone. The sorrowful chants, the clear blue sky and the yellow spring, who can be found in the two places (Zhu Yizun's "High Balcony")
The past is so far away that I can only dream, and the silver kite is cut off and the string of beads is broken (Wang Shizhen's "Butterfly Loves Flowers")
Where does sorrow come from? Leaving people's hearts in autumn (Wu Wenying's "Tang Duoling")
Farewell to a close friend for a long time, asking whether life is desolate everywhere (Gu Zhenguan's "Golden Thread Song")
The hardest work is Pity the Moon in the Sky (Nalan Xingde's "Butterflies in Love with Flowers")
I don't know what is lingering in my arms? It's boring to be awake, and it's boring to be drunk (Nalan Xingde, "Picking Mulberries")
The wind and the rain are breaking, and the dreams of the hometown are shattered, and there is no such sound in the hometown (Nalan Xingde, "Changzi") "Lovesickness")
The rain washes away the autumn and the people are desolate (Li E's "Visiting the Golden Gate")
Who knows that in a thousand nights, each pair of lights is red (Jiang Shiquan's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou")
If the stone could speak, he should be like me, whimpering in the past (Wang Renpu's "Nian Nujiao")
Looking at the green pool, the tears are dotted (Zhang Huiyan's "Magnolia Slow") 》)
Alone and desolate, I still take care of myself, self-controlling the sorrow of separation (Gong Zizhen's "Langtaosha")
I don't care whether the lake is cool or windy, I can see you combing your hair (Gong Zizhen's "Langtaosha")
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Don’t be more sad, pity that autumn has arrived, and the silence is more painful (Xiang Hongzuo’s "Water Dragon Song")
The light smoke melts in the courtyard, and the moon is in the pear blossoms (Gu Chun's "Early Spring Resentment") )
A piece of spring sorrow, gradually blowing and rising, just like spring clouds (Jiang Chunlin's "Green Willows")
The tall buildings with red sleeves strive to return home (Tan Xian's "Butterfly Love Flower" )
I am speechless after seeing the spring, and my heart is broken as to how to return to the spring. Can spring come and go, can people come and go (Wang Pengyun's "Red Lips")
My thoughts are so scattered, and my songs are broken, who will listen? Ink marks and tear stains clear water.
The afterimage of the sad autumn is left and distributed to the flag pavilion (Wang Pengyun's "Lang Tao Sha")
The melancholy jade flute urges you to say goodbye, and some orchids are blooming, which is not a sad thing (Wen Ting's "Butterfly Loves Flowers")
Overlapping tear stains and brocade characters, there is only love in life that cannot die (Wen Ting's "Butterfly Loves Flowers")
Every inch is close to the river, every inch The place of ecstasy (Wen Tingshi's "Butterfly Loves Flowers")
Who will get rid of all sorrow? The sound of mourning swallows (Wang Pengyun's "Lang Tao Sha")
I look forward to spring's return with sadness, but the spring return is even more moodless (Wen Tingshi's "Zhu Yingtai is near")
Wandering all over the place At the end of the world, where the dream soul is accustomed, I miss the old pavilions and pavilions (Wen Tingshi's "Moyuer")
The broken soul returns with the night tide, and the branches are red and bitter by the contrast (Zheng Wenzhuo's "Jade House Spring")
The red candles change the human world, and the green mountains return to the home in the dream (Zhu Zumou's "Partridge Sky")
Shake things down, face the empty mountain, don't ask about the cuckoo (Zhu Zumou's "Sound of Sound") "Slow")
Man and heaven are in love with each other (Kang Zhouyi's "Huanxi Sha")
Everyone hugs his head on the street and looks towards the old man in the dust (Wang Guowei's "Butterfly Loves Flowers")
The green moss locks the long door, which is always a mistake.
The bones that have been accumulated can be sold, not to mention the red arms of Shajiao (Wang Guowei's "Yu Meiren")
From now on, I will no longer dream of being grateful, and I will wear a hairpin and sit on the flower. The Man in the Mirror (Wu Guowei's "Poppy")
Wu Niang praised her good dancing in front of her, but unfortunately she was always mistaken for her waist (Wu Guowei's "Butterfly Loves Flowers")
Overwhelmed Dreaming about ten years (Wang Guowei's "Huanxi Sand")
The autumn wind makes me feel haggard at the end of the world, and the beauty's fragrant grass complains about the old age (Lu Bicheng's "Qiluo Xiang")
The crows of birds frighten me, and the flowers splash with tears. , Mountains and rivers are deeply saddened by spring.