Looking for poems that express different thoughts and feelings,

happy

Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily.

Green leaves like the wind, and red English is suitable for the sun.

I like the miles of snow in Minshan, and a hundred flowers blossom after the three armies.

angry

The warm wind made the tourists drunk and mistook Yangzhou for Bianzhou.

sympathize with

Can't write, deep in this situation, the red note is colorless;

happy

Mao Yan is low and small, with green grass beside the stream. When drunk, Wu Yin is charming. Who has white hair? The eldest son hoes beans and the second son weaves chicken coops. He likes children scoundrels best, lying at the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.