1. There is no one around. ——Zhu Yizun's "The Sound of Flower Selling·Yuhuatai"
2. The peach blossoms also seem sad when the wind blows, and there are little flying red rains. ——Ru Hui's "Chu Tianyuan crosses the Qingjiang River and intends to send spring back"
3. I don't know when the work will start. ——Wang Guowei's "Plum Poppy: A Day of Playing with Plum Blossoms and Riding on Bamboo"
4. Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers. ——Gong Zizhen's "Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai"
5. The bright moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade produces smoke. ——Li Shangyin's "Jin Se"
6. The autumn river brings rain, the cold sand lingers in the water, and people look at the painting pavilion and feel lonely. ——Shi Dazu's "Bagui·Autumn River Brings Rain"
7. Shake hands with the west wind and shed tears. We have been separated for many years. ——Nalan Xingde's "Good in Zhong·Send Liang Fennan as a Little Shadow"
8. The flowering period is lost every year! When spring comes, it’s just a matter of sending melancholy over to send the spring home. ——Zhang Huiyan's "Happy Meeting·Blooming Flowering Period Every Year"
9. It is sad to visit the garden late in the day, but the flowers and birds are worried this spring. ——Du Shenyan's "Crossing the Xiangjiang River"
10. The rain hates the clouds, and the south of the Yangtze River is still called a beauty. ——Wang Yucheng's "Dian Jiang Lip·Ganxing"
11. I entered the city yesterday and came back with tears in my eyes. ——Zhang Yu's "Silkworm Woman"
12. Worried about the loss of those who leave their hometown and go to the country. ——Zhu Dunru, "Picking Mulberries·Peng Langji"
13. Where are the depressions of the younger brothers and sisters? They are urged by war and decline! ——Du Fu's "Five Poems in Nine Days·Qi"
14. Always looking deep into people, then it is in vain and ruthless. ——Lu You's "Chaozhongcuo·Dai Tande calls it"
15. Days are as difficult as years. ——Huihong's "The Sapphire Case, Changting Road with Silk Locust Smoke and Willows"
16. Worry and the west wind should have an appointment, and they go to Qingqiu together every year. ——Shi Dazu's "Linjiang Fairy·Bouise Thoughts"
17. A new experience of idle sorrow and idle hatred. ——Xin Qiji's "Huanxisha·Kai Shu Gaozi's Opera at Sushan Temple"
18. Guanhe is infinitely sad and cannot bear to be judged. ——Yue Ke's "Zhu Yingtai is near Beigu Pavilion"
19. Sighing that the Phoenix is ??sighing, hurting Lin and complaining about the poor road. ——Li Longji "Sighed by Zou Lu's Sacrifice to Confucius"
20. The bright moon in Huainan is cold over thousands of mountains, and no one cares about him when he returns home. ——Jiang Kui's "Treading on the Shasha·Coming from Miandong"
21. The cold mountain plays the flute to call for the return of spring, and the moved guests look at each other with tears in their clothes. ——Li Yi's "Hearing the Flute on a Spring Night"
22. Hu people play the flute to garrison the towers, and the sky above is bleak and the moon is idle. ——Gao Shi "Listening to the Flute Playing with Wang Qiyumenguan"
23. Lonely in the deep boudoir, an inch of soft intestine contains thousands of strands of sorrow. ——Li Qingzhao's "Red Lips: Thoughts on the Boudoir"
Twenty-four, He Manzi heard the sound, and tears fell in front of you. ——Zhang Hu's "Gong Ci: Three Thousand Miles from the Homeland"
Twenty-five, the light shirt is not covered, but the tears are still secretly hidden. ——Shi Dazu's "Night Lily·Willow Lock Warbler Soul"
26. I'm afraid that a Shuangxi sailboat will not be able to carry many sorrows. ——Li Qingzhao's "Wuling Spring·Spring Festival Gala"
Twenty-seven, a branch of red apricot came out of the wall, and the pedestrians outside the wall were alone and worried. ——Wu Rong's "Meeting Apricot Blossoms on the Road"
Twenty-eight, I worry about the flowers every year. ——Yan Jidao's "Partridge Sky·Shou De Lotus Blooms and Knots Accompanied"
29. The wind and dust are passing by, the music and books are gone, and the barriers are depressed and it is difficult to travel. ——Du Fu's "Sufu"
Thirty, silent tears will burst into tears. ——Nalan Xingde's "He Zhuan·Spring"
Thirty-one, Spring has no owner! Where the cuckoo crows, tears shed rouge rain. ——Chen Zilong's "Dianchianchun·Feelings of the Wind and Rain in Spring"
32. Don't worry about the late night rain, the lonely shadow of the small window light. ——Chen Ke's "Linjiang Immortal·Ten Years of War in the World"
Thirty-three, the phoenix curtain is lonely and unaccompanied. ——Zhu Shuzhen's "Bodhisattva Man·Mountain Pavilion and Waterside Pavilion Half Autumn"
Thirty-four, a life spent spent in haggard, only sold for a few dusk. ——Zhao Lingji's "Qingpingle·Spring Breeze Still"
Thirty-five, the green moth lightly concentrated its mind and pondered, touching its lapels, no one knew this. ——Sun Guangxian's "The Story of the River·Flowers Falling"
Thirty-six, I clearly woke up from Huaxu's dream, looking back to the east wind with tears on my clothes. ——Zhao Ding's "Partridge Sky·Jiankang Shangyuan Works"
Thirty-seven. After a few days of loneliness and drinking, I was in the middle of a desolate ban on smoking. ——Yan Shu's "Untitled·The oil-walled incense carriage will never meet again"
Thirty-eight, two lines of tears will be sent to the west of the sea. ——Meng Haoran's "An old trip to Guangling on the Tonglu River"
Thirty-nine, arguing with each other is like not seeing each other, being passionate is not like being ruthless. ——Sima Guang's "Moon over the Xijiang River· Baoji Bun is loosely tied"
Forty. Last year, on the eve of Tobu, the bright moon was full of sorrow. ——Su Che's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou·Xuzhou Mid-Autumn Festival"
41. Sadness is everywhere, and the dust is in the jade piano. ——Nalan Xingde's "Bodhisattva Man·Xiao Xiao Ji Ye Wind and Rain"
Forty-two, pushing the hand to stop suddenly, wet clothes and tears. ——Han Yu's "Listening to Master Ying Playing the Piano"
Forty-three, the swallow returns with sorrow and silence.
——Li Haogu's "Visiting Kinmen·Flowers in the Rain"
44. People who return to dreams are far away from many sorrows, only in the wind and rain of pear blossoms. ——Xin Qiji's "Spring in the Jade House·Want to Encourage the Spring to Live Before the Wind"
Forty-five, startled but turned back, no one can forgive the hatred. ——Su Shi's "Bu Shuzi·Residing in Dinghuiyuan, Huangzhou"
Forty-six, the ink question of conquering clothes and tears. ——He Zhu's "The Sound of the Pestle and the Ying of the Anvil"
Forty-seven, after a few lines of tears at dusk, a crow crows in the moonlight. ——Xia Wanchun's "Bu Shuzi·Autumn Colors Arrive in the Empty Boudoir"
Forty-eight, the words on the Yanggong stele are there, and I shed tears after reading them. ——Meng Haoran "Ascending Xian Mountain with the Scholars"
Forty-nine, I will never sleep with sorrow, and the window will be empty at night under the pine moon. ——Meng Haoran's "Returning to Nanshan at the End of the Year"
Fifty, the prosperity of the chariot hub can be hurt, and the teachers and teachers cherish the old and cross Huxiang. ——Liu Zihui's "Chronicles of Bianjing"
51. Recalling the moon in Xiaoxiang, I worry about listening to the ape's dream. ——Wang Changling's "Farewell to Wei"
Fifty-two, no one is lying on the cow's back at sunset, bringing the jackdaws home in twos and twos. ——Zhang Shunmin's "Village Dwelling·The Water Surrounds the Field and Bamboo Fences"
Fifty-three. Where is the banished immortal, there is no one to accompany me in the White Snail Cup. ——Huang Tingjian's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou Tour"
Fifty-four, Qi Qi hurts Bin's song, and the luxuriant flowers feel the song of Chu. ——Xie Lingyun's "Climbing the Pond and Going Upstairs"
Fifty-five. Tears are shed on the pillow, and the heart is broken among the flowers. ——Yu Xuanji's "Gift to the Neighbor's Girl"
Fifty-six. Looking closely, it is not poplar flowers, but the tears of separation. ——Su Shi's "Shui Long Yin·Ci Yun Zhang Zhi Fu Yang Hua Ci"
Fifty-seven, but it makes me full and sad. ——Su Shi's "Huanxisha·Ten thousand hectares of wind and waves will not remember Su"
Fifty-eight, but I am worried about holding my bun in front of the lamp, saying endless words and leaving people behind. ——Nalan Xingde's "Yiluosuo·Crossing the distant mountains is picturesque"
Fifty-nine, a journey of tobacco and a journey of sorrow. ——Shi Dazu's "Partridge Sky·There is a pregnant woman on the road of Wei County"
60. When people grow old, their hair turns white in the west wind, and when butterflies come and go, tomorrow's flowers turn yellow. ——Zhang Kejiu's "Nine Days of Guigui Order"
Sixty-one. The sad swallow leaves a red line on its feet, and the annoying Luan shadow is idle and fanned. ——Zhang Kejiu's "Sai Hongqiu·Spring Love"
Sixty-two, broken hearts are flying red, and no one cares about them. ——Xin Qiji's "Wish Yingtai is approaching·Late Spring"
Sixty-three, there are tears but no words for late spring. ——Nv Huaishang "Reduced Words Mulan Hua Huaishan Yin Yin"
Sixty-four, it has been a dream for four hundred years, which is sad. ——Wang Anshi's "Nanxiangzi·The Imperial State Since Ancient Times"
Sixty-five, the east wind does not blow away sorrow, but the spring day can cause long-lasting hatred. ——Jia Zhi's "Two Spring Thoughts"
Sixty-six. Two moths in the sky are condensed with dark blue, and sorrow and hatred are at their peak. ——Han Yuanji's "Frost Sky Dawn Corner·Inscribed on Stone Picking Moth Eyebrow Pavilion"
Sixty-seven. I hear the ape is sad in silence, and see the clouds closing when I walk. ——Li Bai's "Xun Gaofeng Shimen Mountain Zhongyuan Danqiu"
Sixty-eight, wherever I have been sad recently, I still know my joy. ——Xin Qiji's "Nian Nujiao·Fu Yuyan"
Sixty-nine, the chrysanthemums on the threshold are worried about the smoke orchid and weeping dew. ——Yan Shu's "Butterflies in Love with Flowers·Chrysanthemums on the threshold are worried about smoke orchids and weeping dew"
70. When you are frustrated, you still talk alone, and you only know yourself when you are sad. ——Zhang Ji's "Thoughts on Journey to Jibei" Sad poems with a sense of loss (70)
1. The wheat waves turn over the clear wind and the willows blow, and the spring weather has passed. ——Nalan Xingde's "Four Harmonies·Wheat Waves Over the Clear Wind and the Willows"
2. It is a pity that all the clear songs are given to the dusk. ——Huang Xiaomai's "The Night Moon in Hunan Spring, Near the Qingming Festival"
3. Send you off to Hebei in September, and write poems in the snow, and your clothes will be filled with tears. ——Cen Shen's "Sending Cui Zi Back to the Capital"
4. Today, the sound of the Qiang flute makes our army burst into tears like rain. ——Li Qi's "Ancient Meaning"
5. Expecting the peaches and plums in my hometown, I should also blame the moon and the wind. ——Zhao Chong's "Qingpingle·Huairen"
6. Passionate but annoyed by ruthlessness, tonight is as long as last night. ——Yuan Haowen's "Partridge Day·The lights in the waiting hall are dim and the rain brings coolness"
7. Tears steal the red sleeve seal. ——Ouyang Xiu, "Jade House Spring·The plum calyx has just condensed into powder when leaving"
8. When couples say goodbye in Shihao Village, they shed more tears than in the Palace of Immortality. ——Yuan Mei's "Mawei"
9. With new makeup, you should face the Zhulou Tower, locked in the spring scenery and the sorrow of the courtyard. ——Liu Yuxi's "He Lo Tian Chun Ci"
10. There are thousands of sorrows about separation, and one's head turns gray all night after being drunk in the countryside. ——Shi Naian's "Niannujiao·Tiannandibei"
11. There is a sad and longing woman, who laments more than she can. ——Cao Zhi's "The Moon on a High Building"
12. I want to return to the forest and the leaves are changing, but I am worried about sitting on the dew of Watson. ——Zhang Jiuling's "Night Walk on the Xijiang River"
13. I feel sad about the passing of the river, and look back at the Jinshu to leave the boat. ——Wang Bo's "Two Farewell Songs on the Autumn River"
14. Before leaving, I was worried about the reason and clothes. ——Xia Song's "Partridge Sky· Scanning Black Eyebrows Unintentionally"
15. It's always sad to read Lisao. ——Shu Di's "Xiaochhong Mountain·Dragon Boat Festival"
16. It should be the green screen, and the two eyebrows are leaning against the dusk.
——Kong Yi's "Nanpu·Lvhuai"
17. The sharp mountains by the sea are like swords, and the coming of autumn cuts the heart of sorrow everywhere. ——Liu Zongyuan "Looking at the mountains with Master Haochu and sending relatives to Beijing"
18. I will shed tears immediately after leaving my soul clothes. ——Cheng Gai's "Cute Acacia·The moon hangs in the frost and the forest is cold and about to fall"
19. I advise you to come to the drunken country frequently. This is a place where there is no worry and no hatred. ——Yan Jidao's "Spring in the Jade House·The Carved Saddle is Good for Orioles and Flowers to Live in"
20. Liu Lang bid farewell to the immortals on this day. He climbed up to the Qi Banquet, tears dropped, and the twelve-night peak was vividly green. ——Huangfu Song's "Heavenly Fairy·The flowers bloom red and shine on the water"
21. The solitary smoke in the fishing market is cold and blue, and the remaining leaves in the water village dance in sad red. ——Liu Yong's "Snow Plum Fragrance·Scenery Xiaosuo"
22. Jia Sheng shed tears when he was young, and Wang Can came to travel further in spring. ——Li Shangyin's "An Ding Tower"
23. How many new pavilions have weeping guests, who dreams of the original piece of soil. ——Liu Kezhuang "Congratulations to the Bridegroom and Farewell to Chen Zhenzhou Zihua"
24. Wuzuo Niu Mountain is sad, and tears of sadness are stained with sorrow. ——Li Bai "A Gentleman Thinks and Actions"
Twenty-five, it is he who brings sorrow in spring, where will spring return. ——Xin Qiji's "Wish Yingtai is Near · Late Spring"
26. The red beans are unbearable to look at, and their eyes are filled with tears of lovesickness. ——Niu Xiji's "Shengchazi·The Crescent Moon Is Like an Eyebrow"
27. The tired horse is worried about the evening in the mountains, and the lonely boat on the river is afraid of the cold spring. ——Zhang Wei, "Du Shiyu Presents Tributes and Plays as Gifts"
28. The ice merges into the big river, and there is a vast sadness. ——Nalan Xingde's "Bodhisattva Man·The day is frightening and the winter is half-way"
Twenty-nine, an inch of loyalty to serve the country, two lines of clear tears to miss relatives. ——Yu Qian's "Reminiscences of the Beginning of Spring"
Thirty. Seeing off guests will hurt your body and make you grow old. I don't know where to treat my husband. ——Liu Cang's "The Gift of Taoism"
Thirty-one, the young man does not know the feeling of sorrow and falls in love with the upper floors. ——Xin Qiji's "Ugly Nuer·Shubo Mountain Road Middle Wall"
Thirty-two, Jiachenqiang's diet is still cold, and he is almost depressed and wears a crown. ——Du Fu's "Xiaohan Shizhou"
Thirty-three, there is no one to win tonight. I lie down and look at the stars to make my mind clear. ——Chen Yuyi "Rainy and sunny, the sky is missing and the southwestern river is clear"
Thirty-four. My hometown is far away tonight, and I am worried about another year in the Ming Dynasty. ——Gao Shi's "Great Night Works"
Thirty-five, it's a dusk with sparse raindrops. ——Ouyang Xiu's "Youth Tour·Twelve Rails and Spring Alone"
Thirty-six. The world is full of leisure and sorrow, and the joy in the eyes is often sparse. ——Yan Jidao's "Linjiang Immortal: Full of leisure and sorrow outside the body"
Thirty-seven, sparse shadows slant across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance floats in the moonlight dusk. ——Lin Bu's "Small Plum Blossoms in the Mountain Garden·Qi"
Thirty-eight. Desire rests at dusk upstairs, and the moon is like a hook across the jade ladder. ——Li Shangyin's "Two Poems as a Gift·It"
Thirty-nine, I look back at the place where my heart has been broken, and I burst into tears - Nalan Xingde's "Shanhuazi·The wind and catkins have turned into duckweeds"
Forty, the Tears Pavilion stared at each other in silence. ——Zhou Zizhi's "Treading on the Shasha·Love is Like a Gossamer"
41. Take me away from the sorrowful river. ——Lu Benzhong's "Reduced Words Mulan·Last Year Tonight"
Forty-two, I only worry about flying under the imperial edict of Qing Ming. ——Zhou Zizhi's "Linjiang Immortal·Sends to Guangzhou Zengjun"
Forty-three, the cinnabar turns into gold, riding a dragon and flying to Taiqing's house, the clouds are sad and the sea is full of sighs. ——Li Bai's "Two Poems of Fei Long Yin·Qi"
Forty-four, the favor is not enough, the peach and plum trees hurt the spring breeze. ——Li Bai's "Return to the Last Chapter"
Forty-five, the melancholy clouds are light and the rain is rustling, and the twilight returns to the morning. ——Shi Xiaoyou's "Eyeful Eyes·Gloomy Clouds and Light Rain"
Forty-six. But when I see wet tears, I don't know who I hate. ——Li Bai's "Resentment"
Forty-seven. When the guests see a lot of grass in spring, they are always divided by poetry and sadness. ——Zhang Yan's "Qing Ping Le·Cai Fang Ren Yao"
Forty-eight, the wind is cold and the snow is thick, melancholy and no one is holding the fishing rod. ——Jiang Kui's "Snow Fishing Pavilion"
Forty-nine, we meet again in the depths of Qulan, and we tremble with tears. ——Nalan Xingde's "The Beauty of the Poppy·Meet Again in the Deep of Qulan"
Fifty, the Qin girl looked up at the misty moon with her brows, worried about the red ribbon and dew in the vast sky. ——Wen Tingyun's "Xichun Ci"
51. The secret teacher is worried about the loss of Lan Cheng, and it is pitiful to keep in love every night. ——Zhang Yan's "Qing Ping Le·Hou Chu Qing Duan"
Fifty-two, only regretting the past, relying on the deep understanding of painting, full of sadness, unable to paint. ——Nalan Xingde's "Nanxiangzi·Photography for the Dead Wife"
Fifty-three, the fragrance of the jade stove, the tears of red wax, partial photos of autumn thoughts in the painting hall. ——Wen Tingyun's "Gengluzi·Jade Incense"
Fifty-four, a night of east wind, blowing away the sorrow on the pillow. ——Zeng Yunyuan's "Red Lips·A Night of East Wind"
Fifty-five, the sparse stars and the pale moon swing in the courtyard, the sad clouds hate the rain and the hibiscus noodles. ——Zhang Kejiu's "Sai Hongqiu·Spring Love"
Fifty-six, do not tie the willows in front of the carved saddle door, the jade face is lonely and ashamed of the flowers, and the cold wind blows the rain after dusk. ——Qiao Ji's "Spring Boudoir's Revenge·Do not tie the willows in front of the carved saddle door"
Fifty-seven, joys and sorrows are always ruthless. ——Jiang Jie's "Poppy Listening to the Rain"
Fifty-eight, dying before leaving the army will make the hero burst into tears.
——Du Fu's "Prime Minister of Shu"
Fifty-nine, deep in the pond without saying a word, I have been sad for a few times, and the boatman has sailed away from the vast water. ——Xue Zhaoyun's "Huanxisha·Hongpodutou Qiu Zhengyu"
Sixty, many are like tears on the Xunyang River. ——Zhu Dunru's "Reduced Words Mulan·Liu Lang is Old"
Sixty-one, the long journey back to Qingye, the people's words are gradually unknown, and I return home with sadness. ——Zhou Bangyan's "The Night Flying Magpie·The River Bridge Farewell Place"
Sixty-two. In the cold dusk, I stand with my lapel open, and the fragrance of the dew is pleasing to the Taoist heart. ——Sikong Tu's "Four Miscellaneous Poems on White Chrysanthemum"
Sixty-three, no one passes by the fence as the sun grows long, except for dragonflies and butterflies flying. ——Fan Chengda's "Four O'clock Pastoral Miscellany·It"
Sixty-four. If you don't report the intruders at the gate, don't worry about the new beauty. ——Li Shangyin's "Fu Ping Shaohou"
Sixty-five, there are infinite painting hands in the world, and there is a sadness that cannot be painted. ——Gao Chan's "Jinling Evening View"
Sixty-six, the moonlight passes through the curtain and the wind enters the bamboo, when I lean against the screen and feel sad. ——Gu Xun's "Linjiang Fairy·The moonlight penetrates the curtain and the wind enters the bamboo"
Sixty-seven. The blue robe is embroidered with gold, and I see pairs of mandarin ducks, and the empty skirt is full of tears. ——Ouyang Jiong's "Congratulations on the Ming Dynasty·Recalling the Meeting Among the Flowers in the Past"
Sixty-eight, who can pity the sorrowful traveler? ——Zhang Yan's "Jie Lian Lian·Lone Goose"
Sixty-nine, don't ask about the rise and fall of hasty, tears of fame and desire are filled with tears. ——Huang Ji's "Frost Sky Dawn Corner·Night Mooring on the Yizhen River"
70. The setting sun is only as close as dusk. ——Zhao Lingji's "Die Lian Hua·The wind is so cold" Sad poems with disappointed mood (70 lines)
1. Returning a bowl of merciless tears to Qing, wishing we could meet before we were shaved. ——Su Manshu's "Ten Poems on Skills·Selection Two"
2. Give a hand that is far away and empty, but it hurts and breaks the heart. ——Li Shangyin "Seeing Plum Blossoms in Fufengjie in Mid-November"
3. Jiang E cries about the sorrow of the bamboo women, while Li Ping plays the Chinese harp. ——Li He's "Li Ping Kong Hou Yin"
4. Shake hands and let out a long sigh, tears to make a living. ——Su Wu's "Leaving a Farewell Wife"
5. Look at the flowers in your eyes when your desire is gone, don't be afraid of letting too much wine enter your lips. ——Du Fu's "Two Songs of Qujiang"
6. The jade is sad and the flowers are sad out of Fengcheng, and the willows below the lotus are green. ——Nie Shengqiong's "Partridge Sky·Farewell"
7. Worry is that an arrow flies fast, half a pole makes the waves warm, and you can only count the posts when you turn around. ——Zhou Bangyan's "Lanling King·Liu"
8. But Pinglan is speechless, and the fireworks in March make spring sad. ——Zheng Jueqi's "Yangzhou Slow·Qionghua"
9. When I was twenty, I was dissatisfied, and I was as worried as a withered orchid. ——Li He's "Song of Joy"
10. The sorrow of Sanxiang meets the autumn colors on the temples, and the bright moon shines upon my heart after thousands of miles away. ——Lulun's "Late Trip to Ezhou"
11. The bun hurts the mood of spring and makes it easier to comb. ——Li Qingzhao's "Huanxisha·A bun that hurts the spring and makes it more combed"
12. I am lying in the woods, worried about the end of spring, and open a pavilion to enjoy the beauty of the things. ——Meng Haoran's "Qingming Day Banquet at the Taoist Priest's Room with Plum Blossoms"
13. It's time to eat cold food, and it's late spring in sorrow. ——Song Zhiwen "The cold food on the way is sent to Cui Rong by Huangmei Linjiang Station"
14. The clothes are wet with tears and full of powder. ——Li Qingzhao's "Die Lian Hua·Luo Yi Wet with Tears and Full of Fat and Pink"
15. The bonus fades easily like a man's will, and the water flow is infinite like Nong's worry. ——Liu Yuxi's "Bamboo Branch Poetry·Mountain Peach Blossoms Full of Red Flowers"
16. Red tears are secretly hanging down, and the spring breeze is full of eyes. ——Nalan Xingde's "Picking Mulberries: It Was Wrong at the Time"
17. There are more hardships in the busy days and less leisure days, and new sorrows often persist and old sorrows arise. ——Lu You's "Huanxisha·Hewujiuyun"
18. The cuckoo worships the tears of sorrow in the sky again, and the spirit and health fill the heart of the sea endlessly. ——Huang Zunxian "Gift to Liang Ren's Parents in the Same Year"
19. I am afraid of dusk and dusk again, how can I not be ecstatic if I am not in ecstasy. ——Wang Shifu's "The Folk Song of Yao in December: Farewell"
20. Ten years of flowers and bones shed tears in the east wind, and a few bits of snail fragrance fill the wall dust. ——Shi Dazu's "Partridge Sky, Standing and Leaning on Willow Railings"
21. The morning breeze will not dissipate thousands of sorrows, and the lingering rain will add a trace of tears. ——Cao Xueqin's "Ode to the White Begonia"
22. At the fifth watch of the night, we are sparse and want to break, and a green tree is ruthless. ——Li Shangyin's "Cicada"
23. On Chinese Valentine's Day in a foreign country, the hotel is full of sorrow. ——Meng Haoran's "Qixi Festival in a Foreign Country"
24. People from the south of the Yangtze River and the north of the Yangtze River are sad and thinking, and the wine is red. ——Fang Yue's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou·Pingshan Hall Uses Dongpo Rhyme"
25. This song is intended to be passed down by no one. I would like to send it to Yan Ran with the spring breeze, recalling that you are far away from the blue sky. ——Li Bai's "Three Songs of Long Acacia·Part 2"
26. Three thousand feet of pure worry on the temples, fifty years of prosperous spring dreams. ——Qiao Ji's "Order of Gui Gui·Gu Chuang Qing Ming"
27. In the Ming Dynasty, it was another time to say goodbye in a lonely boat, and I was worried about seeing the wine curtains on the river bridges green. ——Dou Shuxiang's "A Summer Night Staying with My Cousin and Talking About Old Stories"
28. The heavy curtains are deep in the Mochou Hall, and the night after lying down is long and slender. ——Li Shangyin's "Untitled · Heavy Curtains and Deep Down in Mochou Hall"
29. At the injured place, the high city can be seen, and the lights are already dusk. ——Qin Guan's "The Garden is Fragrant·The Mountain Wipes the Clouds"
30. When I remember farewell, I went out with tears to see each other off.
——Li Cunxu's "Like a Dream Ling·Zeng Banquet in the Deep Cave of Taoyuan"
31. There is no one on the Tianjin Bridge, and I am alone leaning against the railing to watch the sunset. ——Huang Chao's "Self-titled Portrait"
32. When the flower letter comes, I hate that no one is as beautiful as the flower. ——Yan Jidao's "Red Lips·When Flower Letters Come"
33. It is not as dusty as the night platform, deserted and a place of sorrow. ——Nalan Xingde's "Golden Thread Song· Thoughts on the Anniversary of the Death of My Wife"
34. Even the Spring River is full of tears, endless flow, and many sorrows. ——Qin Guan's "Jiangchengzi·Xicheng Willows Make Spring Soft"
35. Qiu Jing sees the minstrel head, and the sand is far away to restrain sorrow. ——Li He's "Song of the Past"
36. The waning moon is bright, don't cry at dawn. ——Niu Xiji's "Shengchazi·Spring Mountain Smoke is about to collect"
37. I am happy with the spring sunshine for a few days, but I am worried about the spring rain for a few nights. ——Gao Guanguo's "Bu Suanzi·Fan Xihu Zujian Yinzhai Tongfu"
38. Don't worry about having no friends in the future, and no one in the world will know you. ——Gao Shi's "Two Songs of Farewell to Dong Da"
39. Ten years of sorrow and tears. ——Wang Yuanliang's "A Cut of Plum Blossoms·Nostalgia"
40. After the banquet, Qing'e dispersed, and the moon was half-slanted over the Yangtze River. ——Wei Zhuang, "A Night Banquet with Xiang Zhongtang of Jinling Mansion"
41. The tears from the countryside are all gone, and the solitary sail can be seen in the sky. ——Meng Haoran's "Early Cold River Feelings"
42. The sorrow of separation is causing thousands of things to become chaotic, and the wind is flying across the east road. ——Zhang Xian's "A Cluster of Flowers·How Will Gao Huaiyuan Be Poor"
43. Opposite the ruthlessness are mountains and rivers. ——Xin Qiji's "Ding Fengbo·Send Fan Kuo off to Jiankang on the Banquet"
44. The moss and mangroves under the steps are scattered in the rain and the moon is sad. ——Li Shangyin's "Duanju"
45. The lonely traveler died suddenly, and the traveler traveled hard on the steep slopes. ——Xie Lingyun's "Qilise"
46. Sigh that this person is gone, Xu Sikong is depressed. ——Li Bai's "Jing Xia Pi Fei Bridge Huai Zhang Zifang"
47. The sorrow of the road must be drunk, and the sorrow will come back before the wine wakes up. ——Qin Guan's "The Garden is Fragrant, the Clear Water Startles the Autumn"
48. Don't say that the wine tastes weak, and the millet land is unplowed. ——Du Fu's "Three Poems of Qiang Village·Part 3"
49. The mist is thick and the clouds are full of sorrow. ——Li Qingzhao's "Drunk Flower Yin·Misty Thick Clouds and Worry of Everlasting Day"
50. Blue eyes are not always blue, it is the time of sorrow. ——Zhang Yuanqian's "Shizhou Slow·Cold Water Yihen"
51. The mountains and rivers are full of empty thoughts, and the falling flowers and wind and rain hurt the spring even more. ——Yan Shu's "Huanxisha·Time is always limited"
52. It's rainy and windy at the end of March, the door is blocked at dusk, and there is no way to stay in the spring. ——Ouyang Xiu's "Butterfly Love Flower·How Deep the Courtyard"
53. Hanlin Fengyue Three Thousand Poems, sent to Wu Ji to read with tears. ——Liu Zhu's "Partridge Sky·Snow Shines on the Mountain City and Jade Fingers Are Cold"
54. The plantains do not show their lilac knots, but they face the same spring breeze and have their own worries. ——Li Shangyin's "One of Two Gifts"
55. When entering a high-rise building in the dark, there are people upstairs who are worried. ——Li Bai's "Bodhisattva Barbarian·Pinglin Desert Smoke Is Like Weaving"
56. At dusk, the sound of drums and horns resembles Bianzhou. I went up to this building thirty years ago. ——Li Yi's "Shang Ruzhou County Tower"
57. Send a message to the guests from the far end of the world, and use sorrow in the light cold. ——Yu Qian's "It's Very Cold in Taiyuan on New Year's Eve"
58. Trying to go to the Tongtai singing and dancing place, only the autumn wind can kill people. ——Zhang Shuo "Ye Du Yin"
59. As soon as a trickle of spring water touches the dusk, there is no time to pause or miss each other. ——Shi Dazu's "Liu Chun Ling·Ode to Plum Blossoms"
60. The depression pavilion is far away, miserable and dusty. ——Yu Xin's "Twenty-seven Poems of Praise for Love - Twenty-Six"
61. Tomorrow is approaching Chang'an, and the guests are still worried. ——Nalan Xingde's "Bodhisattva Man·The day is frightening and the winter is half-way"
62. Cutting off the water with a knife, the water will flow again, raising a cup to relieve sorrow and sorrow. ——Li Bai's "Farewell to the School Secretary Shu Yun at the Xiezhen Tower in Xuanzhou"
63. Distant eyes are sad with the grass, and Hunan skirts recall Chunluo. ——Shi Dazu's "Linjiangxian·Weary guest is now old"
64. Scholars can be ruthless, why can't they come to an end? ——Li Qingzhao's "Partridge Sky·Osmanthus"
65. Reading the red candle in the orchid hall makes the heart long and the flame short, and weeps to others. ——Yan Shu's "Shaking Autumn, Farewell News from Thousands of Miles"
66. Looking at the extreme spring sorrow, the sky is gloomy. ——Liu Yong's "Die Lian Hua·Standing in the Dangerous Building and the Breeze is Soft"
67. The grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun. ——Fan Zhongyan's "Su Muzhe Nostalgia"
68. The willow color covers the painting building, and the dawn orioles sing to fill the palace with sorrow. ——Sima Zha's "Palace Resentment"
69. After dusk in the Tiheng Hua Pavilion, it is still the slanting moon curtain. ——Zhang Xian's "A Cluster of Flowers·When Gao Huaiyuan will be poor"
70. This time, there is no one in the world who can cut off the traces of sorrow in my heart. ——Huang Xiaomai's "The Night Moon in Hunan, Near the Qingming Festival" Sad poems with complex moods (70)
1. There are no soldiers and horses in the hometown, but there is still a feeling of sadness when returning home. ——Chen Yuyi's "Sending Someone Back to the Capital"
2. Thinking about this moment is so emotional that my red sleeves are stained with tears.
——Wei Zhuang's "Ying Tianchang· Farewell Half Year Old Music Book Jue"
3. The husband is not without tears, and he does not shed them during parting. ——Lu Guimeng's "Farewell"
4. Sit down and don't worry that you haven't seen me yet. You will be heartbroken when you come back. ——Su Shi's "Linjiang Immortal Farewell to Wang Mian"
5. Half an acre of tung flowers, quietly locked in a courtyard filled with sorrow and rain. ——Zhou Bangyan's "Suo Chuang Han·Cold Food"
6. The willow spring at the head of the Yangtze River, the Yang Hua Chou kills the people crossing the river. ——Zheng Gu's "Farewell to Friends on the Huai River"
7. Looking for the river, I feel sad that the earth is exhausted, and when I cross the moraine, I feel that the sky is low. ——Cen Shen's "Send Judge Li to Beijing at Qixitou"
8. This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"! ——Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice·Xun Xun Mi Mi"
9. When will the green poplars and grasses stop? The tears in my eyes and my heart have already broken. ——Qian Weiyan's "Magnolia·The Scenery in the City and Orioles Talking in Confusion"
10. The scenery is like drunken smoke and the dew is like a sad moon. ——Cui Hu's "Willows by the Water in May"
11. Pear blossoms have been eating since the cold, and they are only worried about the rest during the festival. ——Yang Wanli "Cold Food on the Tomb"
12. The autumn wind blows to Jiangcun, it is dusk, and the lonely phoenix tree does not open its door in the rainy night. ——Gu Cai's "Happy Meeting·The Autumn Wind Blows to Jiangcun"
13. Moving the boat to Yanzhu, the guests are worried about the new arrival at dusk. ——Meng Haoran "Su Jiandejiang"
14. Yesterday the wind blew and no one could see it, but tonight the light is as clear as in previous years. ——Bai Juyi "Watching the Moon in the Pavilion on the Night of August 15th"
15. Sitting in sorrow, the flowers are resting, and the white dew is withering. ——Li Bai's "Autumn Thoughts"
16. The most ruthless willows in Taicheng are still smoking ten miles across the embankment. ——Wei Zhuang's "Taicheng"
17. A pillow of new sorrow, the remaining night is full of flowers and a full moon. ——Xiang Hongzuo's "Reduced Words Magnolia·Hearing the Sound of Singing and Blowing Through the Wall on a Spring Night"
18. The past has been regretted several times in this life, and the mountain shape is still pillowed by the cold current. ——Liu Yuxi's "Reminiscence of the Past in Xisai Mountain"
19. Qishui brought tears to the towel yesterday, and the red makeup has been replaced by the past. ——Xiao Zixian's "Four Farewell Poems in Spring·Part 1"
20. The clouds in the center of the river carry heavy cattail sails, and the wind above blows the fragrance of pink tears. ——Yan Ren's "Partridge Sky·Farewell"
21. After the sad old friend passed away, the new poems were left out in the cold. ——Li Bing's "Han Gong Chun·Plum"
22. If you don't believe me, I have been crying recently, so I opened the box and checked out the pomegranate skirt. ——Wu Zetian's "Ruyi Niang"
23. The old scene is in depression, and it will be sad to send you back home. ——Mao Pang's "The Candle Shadow Shakes Red·Farewell to Huizong"
24. It is easy to wither more ruthless wind and rain. ——Zhao Ji's "Yanshan Pavilion· Traveling north to see apricot flowers cutting ice ribbons"
25. I send my sorrowful heart to the bright moon, and follow the wind until the night is west. ——Li Bai "I heard that Wang Changling moved to the left and Longbiao was far away and sent this message"
26. The dream was wet with tears, and singing was heard in the front hall late at night. ——Bai Juyi's "Harem Ci"
Twenty-seven, hate Xiaoxiao, ruthless wind and rain, the night comes and rubs the beautiful skin. ——Li Qingzhao's "Dolly: Ode to the White Chrysanthemum"
28. When the moon rises at dusk, my heart is still broken. ——Cheng Gai's "Businessman: Climbing Up the Floor Alone"
Twenty-nine, I miss my lovesickness more and more every night, I am sad that the bright moon is in the dark, I miss you and my brocade quilt is cold. ——Wei Zhuang's "Huanxi Sha·Every night, the lovesickness is more and more leaking"
Thirty, the catkins fall silently and shed tears in spring, and the moving clouds have shadows and the moon is shy. ——Wu Wenying's "Huanxisha·Dream Old Journey Through Flowers Separated by the Door"
Thirty-one, the sentimental wind and the thousands of miles of tide come, and the ruthless tide sends it back. ——Su Shi's "Eight Sounds of Ganzhou·Sending Ginseng and Liaozi"
Thirty-two. Worried about the loss of the two moths of the green daisy, I draw alone every day. ——Shi Dazu's "Shuangshuangyan·Yongyan"
Thirty-three, we meet guests, at dusk in the corner of the fence, silently leaning on the bamboo. ——Jiang Kui's "Sparse Shadows·Moss Branches Decorated with Jade"
Thirty-four. If you ask where the two concubines are, you will find sorrow in the fragrant grass in Lingling. ——Qu Dajun's "The God of Xiaoxiang Lingling"
Thirty-five, I am sad and can't say anything. I remember that day in the flag pavilion, the water was all gone, and the wine blocked the wind. ——Nalan Xingde's "Moyu'er·Looking at the Rain at Noon"
Thirty-six. The Yuanshui River connects to Wugang, and I see you off without feeling the pain of separation. ——Wang Changling's "Sending Firewood to the Imperial Guard"
Thirty-seven, there is no need to shed tears when you are happy, the old monk is accompanied by haze. ——Jin Dizang's "Sending the Boy Down the Mountain"
Thirty-eight, the heart is broken and the new wine is abundant, and the sorrow is gone. Li Shangyin's "Wind and Rain"
Thirty-nine, the yellow flower is originally A ruthless thing, but also Mr. ***’s evening festival fragrance. ——Yu Qian's "Crossing the Jujiang Pavilion"
Forty. It is difficult to send a strong man to look at the mountains with spring sorrow, and the past events will shock his heart and bring tears to his eyes. ——Qiu Fengjia's "Spring Sorrow·Spring Sorrow Can't Send the Strong to Look at the Mountain"
Forty-one, when the waning moon goes out, the beauty and the tearful words. ——Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva Man·The Farewell Night at the Red Mansion Is Melancholy"
42. The jade bones are worried about the miasma, and the ice posture has its own fairy wind. ——Su Shi's "Moon over the Xijiang River·Plum Blossoms"
Forty-three. The sorrow of separation gradually becomes infinite, and the distance continues like spring water. ——Ouyang Xiu's "Traveling on the Shasha·Waiting for the Broken Plum Blossoms"
Forty-four, the candle is willing to say goodbye, and weep for others until dawn. ——Du Mu's "Farewell"
Forty-five, the loss of my hometown is heartbreaking.
——Xiang Ziyi's "Qin Lou Yue·Fang Feixie"
Forty-six, Xiang dew is cold and the wind is clear, no one is there, and the cold is so cold. ——Zhou Bangyan's "Slow Waves on the Sand, Heavy Dawn"
Forty-seven. Thousands of miles of countryside are dreams, and the moon on three sides is a worry. ——Cen Shen's "Sending Someone to Anxi"
Forty-eight, walking on the pavilion road for a month, the beauty is worried about the smoke. ——Li Bai's "Back to the Last Chapter"
Forty-nine, it is not in vain that the east wind blows the guests' tears. ——Ouyang Xiu's "The Green Jade Case· How many spring events come in a year"
Fifty, there are thick traces of tears on the Xiang'e bamboo. ——Xin Qiji's "Lang Tao Sha·Fu Poppy Grass"
Fifty-one, where the sadness is condensed, the dim and dim light shines red. ——Wu Wenying "A Banquet in Qingdu·Autumn Feelings"
Fifty-two, everything hurts the old man, Rong Kui is smiling at the east of the wall. ——Chen Yuyi's "Linjiang Immortal Gao Yongchu's Ci Repays the Noon Day"
Fifty-three, the maple tree is so sad that the ape is sad at night, and the female Luoshan ghost invites her. ——Li Shangyin's "Chu Palace"
54. In the infinitely sad sunset, the motherland is desolate, with only pink and red remaining. ——Xia Wanchun's "A Cut of Plum Blossoms·Ode to Willows"
Fifty-five, no one understands it, and the trees turn to shade at noon. ——Shu Di's "Xiaochhong Mountain·Dragon Boat Festival"
Fifty-six. Leaning on the building with tearful eyes and talking alone. ——Feng Yansi's "The Magpie Steps on the Branch·Where Will the Clouds Go in a Few Days"
Fifty-seven. The red osmanthus does not know how to shake and hate, Su'e should be sad to say goodbye. ——Wang Qi "Wang Jiangnan·Jiangnan Moon"
Fifty-eight, the setting sun on the city paints the corners of sorrow, the Shen Garden is no longer the old pool platform, the spring waves under the sad bridge are green, and the shadow of the startled dragon once came. ——Lu You's "Two Poems of Shen Yuan"
Fifty-nine, the fog is cold, the shengxiao is played, the wind is gentle, and the jade lock is unattended. ——Zhu Dunru's "Niannujiao·Green Willows in the Sky"
60. Full of poems and books from ancient and modern times, it is easy to feel sad after being homeless for many years. ——Yu Wenxuzhong's "Selected in Jinri"
61. Seeing and talking about new sorrows, now I am also at the gull's side. ——Zhang Yan "High Balcony·West Lake Spring Feeling"
Sixty-two, teach people how to not hurt their feelings. ——Liu Guo's "Willow Shaoqing·Farewell to Lumei Slope"
Sixty-three, draw the curtains and bow to the mother river, and go to the river to pay homage. I will be worried for a long time and my eyes will dry up with tears. ——Huang Jingren's "Farewell Old Mother"
Sixty-four, the falling powder and the fragrant fragrance bring sorrow to life every day. ——Lu Zugao's "Jiangchengzi·Painting Lou Curtains at Dusk and New Clear"
Sixty-five, now it is raining at dusk, the bees are worried and the butterflies are angry, and the small window is open to the plantains. ——Lv Wei Lao's "Bo Xing Brothel Spring Festival Gala"
Sixty-six, this flower and this leaf often complement each other, the green is reduced and the red is declining, and the sorrow is killing. ——Li Shangyin's "Gift of Lotus"
Sixty-seven, the flying flowers are as light as dreams, and the boundless rain is as thin as sorrow. ——Qin Guan's "Huanxisha·Momo Qinghan goes up to the small building"
Sixty-eight, I feel sad leaning on the bamboo, secretly thinking about the way back to the river head. ——Wang Zhidao's "Like a Dream, Speechless for a Long Time"
Sixty-nine, sorrow comes to the Thrush Tower. ——Zheng Wen's wife "Remembering Qin'e·Flowers Deeply"
Seventy, pink and white are secretly worried about the golden belt pillow, and the mandarin ducks are wrapped around the sky to draw Luo Yi. It's so disappointing that you don't want to return! .
——Gu Xun's "Huanxisha·The clouds are light and the wind is high and the leaves are flying"