What are the ancient poems and sentences that describe multiple emotions?

Wu Fengqi-Liu Yongsong

Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. In the afterglow of grass and smoke, no one can rely on the meaning of silence. ?

I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq. ?

Su Mu Gai-Fan Zhongyan-Northern Song Dynasty

Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn colors, cold smoke, green waves. The mountain reflects the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun. ?

Dark homesickness, chasing travel, every night unless, good dreams make people sleep. The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears.

Wuling Spring Festival Gala-Li Qingzhao-Song

The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, 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 ship can't carry much worry.

Drunk Flower Songs-Li Qingzhao-Song

Fog filled the clouds, and the days were spent in sorrow. Kapoor was among the birds in the incense burner. The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night.

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.

The partridge wears talent —— Xin Qiji —— Song

In the evening, Western jackdaw in the west is sad, and Liutang is green but gentle.

No one would believe that there would be a sad life in the world if it were not for the bitterness of grief at this moment.

Heartbroken, tears are hard to collect, and acacia belongs to xiaohonglou.

I know that there are countless chaotic mountains that block the distant sky, but I can't help leaning against the railing and staring at it all the time.