1. Poems about a bad mood
Poems about a bad mood 1. Poems about expressing a bad mood
Flying flowers are as light as a dream, boundless The rain is as thin as sorrow.
——Qin Guan's "Huanxisha·Momo Qinghan Goes Up to the Small Building" Time only helps people grow old. I don't believe in sentimentality. I have long regretted leaving the pavilion. Tears on spring shirts and wine can easily wake up. ——Yan Shu, "Picking Mulberries: Time Only Helps One to grow old" Cut off the water with a knife, and the water will flow again, and raise a cup to relieve sorrow.
——Li Bai's "Farewell to School Secretary Shu Yun at the Xiezhen Tower in Xuanzhou/A Song to Accompany Yu Shuhua on his Climb to the Tower" Huanjun's pearls shed tears, wishing they could not have met before they were married. ——Zhang Ji's "Yin of a Jie Fu·Send to Master Li Sikong in Dongping" How much sorrow can you have? Just like a river of spring water flowing eastward.
——Li Yu's "Poppy Pops: When Will Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon"? There is a sound of Wuye and a sound of autumn, a little banana and a little sadness. After the third watch, I return to my dream. ——Xu Zaisi's "Water Fairy·Ye Yu" Wine enters the heart of sorrow, turning into tears of lovesickness.
——Fan Zhongyan's "Su Muzhe·Nostalgia" There is no choice but the flowers fall away, and it seems that the swallows have returned. ——Yan Shu's "Huanxisha·A New Song and a Glass of Wine" Being ruthless is not as painful as being sentimental.
One inch becomes thousands of strands. ——Yan Shu's "Jade House Spring·Spring Hate" Things are different and people are different. Everything is over. If you want to speak, tears will flow first.
——Li Qingzhao's "Wuling Spring·Spring Festival Gala" No one wears flowers, no one persuades people to drink, and no one cares about drunkenness. ——Huang Gongshao's "The Sapphire Case: Stopping Needlework Every Year" Searching and searching, deserted and miserable.
——Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice·Xun Xun Mi Mi".
2. Poems describing a bad mood
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"
Time only helps people grow old. I don't believe in sentimentality. I always regret leaving the pavilion. Tears drop from spring shirts and wine easily wakes up. ——Yan Shu, "Picking Mulberries: Time only helps people grow old"
Cut off the water with a knife and the water will flow again, and raise a cup to relieve sorrow and make the sorrow worse. ——Li Bai's "Farewell to School Secretary Shu Yun at Xiezhen Tower in Xuanzhou/A Song to Accompany Yu Shuhua on Climbing the Tower"
Huanjun Mingzhu sheds tears, wishing they could not meet again when they were not married. ——Zhang Ji's "Yin of a Jiefu·A Letter to Master Li Sikong in Dongping"
How much sorrow can you have? Just like a river of spring water flowing eastward. ——Li Yu's "Poppy Pops: When Will the Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon Come"
A sound of Wuye leaves and a sound of autumn, a bit of banana and a bit of sadness, after the third watch, I return to my dream. ——Xu Zaisi's "Water Fairy Night Rain"
The wine enters the sad heart and turns into tears of lovesickness. ——Fan Zhongyan's "Su Muzhe·Nostalgia"
Helplessly, the flowers fall away, and the swallows return, as if they had known each other before. ——Yan Shu "Huanxisha·A New Song and a Glass of Wine"
Being ruthless is not as painful as being sentimental. One inch becomes thousands of strands. ——Yan Shu's "Jade House Spring·Spring Hate"
Things are different and people are not the same, everything is over. If you want to speak, you should shed tears first. ——Li Qingzhao's "Wuling Spring·Spring Festival Gala"
No one wears flowers, no one persuades people to drink, and no one cares about drunkenness. ——Huang Gongshao's "The Sapphire Case: Stopping Needlework Every Year"
Searching and searching, deserted and miserable. ——Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice·Xunxunmimi"
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3. What are the poems that describe a bad mood
Xunxunmi, cold Deserted, miserable and miserable.
The clothes are getting wider and wider, but I don’t regret it at all. I feel haggard because of Yi.
There are too many words, but the love is not over. Looking back, I still remember: I remember the green skirt and the grass everywhere.
An empty Shuangxi dinghy boat cannot carry many sorrows. Naturally, life grows and hates water.
It’s so easy to get together and disperse in the dream of spring and autumn clouds. It's half moon and I haven't slept much yet. The painting screen is leisurely displaying the greenery of Wushan Mountain.
The wine stains on clothes and the words in poems are always desolate. The red candle is self-pitying and has no good plan, and the night is cold and the sky is weeping for others.
Drunk, I take pictures of spring clothes and cherish the old fragrance, and the sky is about to leave, hate and be mad. Autumn grass grows on the streets every year, and the sun sets in the building every day.
The clouds are misty and the water is vast. The way back for the expedition is long. There are no words to express love, so don’t waste your tears on the flower paper.
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 sorrow, I can’t stop talking. I wanted to give it up, but I said it was a cool autumn.
As time goes by, this hatred will last forever.
In the thousands of miles of Yinshan Mountains and thousands of miles of sand, who will fight the frost with green temples? Half of the strength of the past year is at the end of the world.
I heard that the spring in Shuangxi is quite good, so I plan to take a boat trip. I'm afraid that the boat in Shuangxi will not be able to carry it, and I will be very sad.
Asking you how much sorrow you can have is like a river of spring water flowing eastward.
Silently, I went up to the west building alone, the moon was like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree locked the autumn in the deep courtyard. Continuous cutting and confusion remain, which is the sorrow of separation.
The west wind blows thin horses along the ancient road, the setting sun sets, and the heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
4. What are the poems that describe a bad mood?
Farewell from generation to generation·Autumn window stormy evening (Lin Daiyu)
Autumn flowers are pale, autumn grass is yellow, and the autumn lights are solemn. Autumn nights are long.
I already feel that the autumn window will never end, how desolate it is to be helped by wind and rain!
How soon will the autumn wind and rain come? The autumn window is broken and the autumn dream is green.
I can’t bear to fall asleep in my embrace of autumn, and I move my tears to the autumn screen.
The candle of tears shakes the short straw, and the sorrow and sorrow move the separation of feelings.
Whose autumn courtyard is free from wind? Where is the autumn window without the sound of rain?
The quilt cannot bear the force of the autumn wind, and the sound of leaks urges the urgent autumn rain.
Even at night, the pulse beat again, and the person seemed to be weeping in front of the lamp.
The small courtyard in the cold smoke has turned into a depression, and the sparse bamboos drip from the empty windows.
I don’t know when the wind and rain will stop, but my tears have wet the window screen.
With a sigh of thunder, rain and tears suddenly formed.
Now, listening to the rain at the monk's hut, there must be stars. Joys and sorrows are always ruthless, and every step is dripping until dawn
< p> When will this regret end? The steps are empty, the rain stops when it gets colder, and the weather is like burying flowersIt is already dusk and I am sad alone, with more wind and rain.
The red building looks at each other across the rain, and the cold beads and foil floating lanterns return alone
Let the whole life be spent in mist and rain
There is neither wind or rain nor sunshine
5. Which poem can be used to describe a bad mood?
Xuanzhou Xie Tiao Tower Farewell to School Secretary Shu Yun Tang Li Bai He who abandoned me, yesterday’s day cannot stay; Those who mess up my heart, today’s day What a worry.
The long winds send autumn geese away for thousands of miles, and you can enjoy this high-rise building. The Penglai article is built with bones in mind, with small Xie in the middle and clear hair.
We are all full of joy and hope, and want to go up to the blue sky to see the bright moon. Cut off the water with a knife and the water will flow more. Raise a cup to eliminate the sorrow and sorrow.
If life is unsatisfactory, the Ming Dynasty will be ruined. Changlepo sent people to give people the word "Dechou". During the Tang Dynasty, Bai Juyi divided the road from north to south, and the running water connected Yugou from east to west.
I hate separation all day long in front of the slope. The nickname of Changle is Changshou. One of the worries is that Cao Ye of the Tang Dynasty dreamed of rushing like water, and his white hair was like new grass.
I look forward to the arrival of spring when I return home, and when spring comes, I give gifts to others. The second worry is that the grass in Yejian in Tang Dynasty is short and green, and the moon in the mountains is bright.
This night, with my eyes open, there is a crow in the house. The third worry is that Tang Cao Ye's temples are not growing yet, but when he comes to the city, his temples seem to be hairy.
Looking towards Linchuan, the Ba River cannot enter the river. Two Poems of Sorrowful Thoughts on the River Tang Chen Yu The old man on the river opened the door to the fading grass.
I only worry about my children and grandchildren, but I don’t realize that my life is getting old. The grass stems on the river are withered, and the dead stems and leaves are scorched.
The beauty is exhausted, and there is no cold wave every night. I am worried about the Tang Dynasty. In September, the roots of the bushes are broken, and the grass leaves are scattered on three sides.
The horse changes color in the wind and dust, and the sword in frost and snow becomes clothed. The guest is worried about the gloomy night, and he is riding home with a letter from the side.
Upstairs, Yinqin Feng also meets Chunhui hand in hand. Worried about the Tang Dynasty, Du Fu's river grass evokes sorrow every day, and the coldness of Wu Gorge is unworldly.
The heart of the spiral heron is at the bottom of the bath, and the flowers on the single tree are clear. For ten years, the army has darkened all the countries, and guests from foreign lands have come to this lonely city.
Can we see the Wei River and the Qin Mountains? People are sick and tigers roam freely. Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty was always worried about sitting in the high studio, and he was often worried about sitting in the wild.
In October, the mountains are cold and the moonlight in the lonely city is dim. Jia Meng and Di are of different species, and there are dogs and soldiers on the left.
I worry about running around all day long, and I don’t dare to say when I will return. Worried about the gathering and dispersing of Du Mu in Tang Dynasty, it was invisible, and the ileum formed on its own.
The past and the present cannot be kept, parting and latent life. The general who surrendered to the captives is thinking about the guest feeling from afar in the poor autumn.
Who is more haggard and weeping in Qinjing after losing the throne? In the Tang Dynasty, Du Fu raised a poor man as a household, but it was unclear where to open it. Jiangtong Goddess Pavilion is located across Wangxiang Terrace.
Gradually, I regret that my appearance is getting old, and I have no reason for my younger siblings to come. War and personnel affairs, looking back with sadness.
Spring worries Tang Han Cong, the golden crow flies away, the jade rabbit flies away, and the green temples are ever green, which is unprecedented in ancient times. Qin'e's sixteen words are like strings, but she is greedy for flowers and cherishes willows.
There is no news about Wu Yuling Yan, but Shui swears goodbye to Lan for a long time. I advise you not to go out in the spring when you are young. The warm wind will be stronger than the wine.
On a rainy night in the Ziji Palace in Changsha, Li Qunyu of the Tang Dynasty sat alone in a high studio in the cold, surrounded by quilts. The spring lanterns accompany me with thoughts and tranquility, while the night raindrops deepen my sorrow.
Qiong Da does not know what will happen in the future, right and wrong all come to this moment. The restraint destroys life's ambitions, and Liang Fu sings when hugging his knees.
Li Chongsi of Tang Dynasty, who was alone in the Tang Dynasty, heard about Chengdu wine, and he could ask for it even if he had no money. I don’t know how many fights I will make, so I am worried about selling them.
Two poems about guests’ sorrow by Li Qun of the Tang Dynasty. Guests’ sorrow looks at the color of the willows, and the spring deepens day by day. The rippling spring breeze blows, who knows that the past will be confusing.
Guests are worried about looking at the willow color, and they are growing day by day. With the flow of water from Xiang, it flows into the imperial hometown.
Poetry of Sorrow: Li Tingbi of the Tang Dynasty is hard to send away and hard to stay when he arrives, and his bones are glued to his heart. Pan Yue's temples were filled with worry, and Jie Yu's brows were filled with sadness.
Riding a horse in the sky after long distance poems, leaning against the building alone at the beginning of the sound of distant wild geese. I miss each other more and miss each other, the moon behind the lamp is like a hook when I wake up from the wine.
I am depressed about the rain, and the great man who sends me money is raining heavily in Liuwan in Tang Dynasty. I am hungry, cold and miserable. I am worried about my elbows when I hold my clothes, and I look into the mirror to find articles.
Nine roads have turned into a sea of ??mud, and thousands of mountains have turned into wet clouds. The Dragon Bell drives the section, and I miss you everywhere.
Spring Worry In the Tang and Meng suburbs, spring objects and melancholy guests are at odds with each other when they meet. Old flowers say goodbye to new branches, new tears shed old clothes.
We are lonely at sunset and drifting away together. I worry about the long distance between Tang and Mengjiao, and my gray hair yesterday.
If you want to know the love thousands of miles away, you will lie in bed for half a month at dawn. I am often afraid of the chirping of hundreds of insects, causing my fragrant grass to rest.
The song of sorrow in the night is as long as the singers are singing. The empty branches are made of glazed branches, and the unintentional lanterns are picked up by force.
Worry in Tang Dynasty Weizhuang avoids sorrow. The sorrow comes again, and the sorrow is unforgettable. Sitting at night, my heart is burning, and my temples are covered with frost.
If you don’t dream of a young master, you will enter the heart of a traveler. I would like to ask Gao Xuanke, where is the hometown of drunkenness? Spring Sorrow in Tang Dynasty Weizhuang Apartment is full of sorrow, and the regret in spring is even longer.
The dew stains the Xiang bamboo with tears, and the flowers fall into the plum blossom. Sleeping timidly combined with dreams, leisurely drinking wine.
There are no people in the back garden, and the moon is slanting on the pine trees. Spring Sorrow in Tang Dynasty Weizhuang has its own spring sorrow. The soul is dying, and the grass is too fragrant to miss the king and the grandson.
The fallen flowers are silent and it rains at dusk. No one is leaning against the door in the deep courtyard. Huangzhou's twilight sorrow and Tang Xiang's eyes burst into tears, overlapping from the west.
That is, the cold night should be combined, and it would not bloom unless it is warm in spring. If there is no landing plan, it is better to abandon Jichuan materials.
I would like to fly to the sky and come back thousands of miles high. Xu Wei of the Tang Dynasty was worried when the night was long and he felt that his voice was late, and he often sang with sad green eyebrows.
When the yellow leaves fall and the anvils are pressed against the sun, Zigui cries to break the dream soul. Concubine Ming went to weep thousands of tears, while Cai Yan returned to comb her hair.
Si Hao cannot be recruited when he goes to the mountains, and the homeless returnees are the most bullied. To express sorrow, Yong Tao of the Tang Dynasty threw it into the mud and heard it sink. You cannot sigh three times to cause deep sorrow.
Don’t say that it is easy for a guest to have no worries, but he must realize that many worries are harmful to the heart. Thinking sadly about the mysteries of Tang Yu, the fallen leaves are falling one after another in the evening rain, and the silkworms are caressing each other alone and singing a clear song.
Don’t hate your unintentional friends if you let your passions go, and throw away the waves of bitterness by cultivating your nature. There are car sounds outside the door of the elders, and there are many Taoist scrolls in front of the pillow.
Commoners will eventually become guests in the sky, and the time of clear water and green mountains will pass by. Jiangling worries and hopes to send children to An Tangyu mystery. The maple leaves are thousands and thousands of branches, and the river bridge covers the late evening sail.
Recalling your heart is like the water of the West River, flowing eastward day and night without rest.
6. An ancient poem describing a bad mood: rain
1. The sycamore tree also drizzles, bit by bit at dusk. This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"! ——Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice"
2. The night cries, the forest flowers wither the spring red, it is too hasty, and the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening. Rouge tears, stay drunk together, how long will it last? Naturally, life grows and hates water.
3. The waves and sand make the rain gurgling outside the curtains, and the spring mood fades. Even if the dream soul exists, it becomes empty. There are wine marks on the clothes and the words in the poem. When it is suddenly warm but then cold, it is most difficult to take a breath. The mud lotus is strong and beautiful, and the lotus root silk is lingering. It is a long-awaited dream. The material also felt that the world was tasteless, so I abandoned it, but it was an old acquaintance.
4. The drunken flowers are gloomy, the mist is thick, the clouds are dark, and the day is long, and the auspicious brain disappears the golden beast. It's the Double Ninth Festival, the jade pillow and the gauze cupboard, and the paper ashes. The green shirt is wet. I am mourning the death. I have been extremely sad recently.
5. The sound is slow and searching. The most hasty farewell to the temple is the most sad thing. Swallows born from dust are born in empty buildings by Li Qingzhao.
6. The poppy wind returns to the small courtyard and the greenery continues, and the willow eyes continue to spring. I was silent for half a day, but the sound of the bamboo and the crescent moon were still the same as before. The music and songs have not yet dispersed, and the ice on the pond has just begun to melt. The candles are bright and fragrant, and the dark painting is deep in the building. The clear frost and residual snow on the temples are hard to bear.
1. Listen to the spring rain in the small building all night, and sell apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty. "Lin'an Spring Rain"
2. The autumn rain brings lovesickness, the old sycamore trees, and the cold light shining through the bamboo windows. The quiet night soothes the heart, the bronze-green city is deep, and the wails everywhere are sad
3. The love in Beijing has changed over the years, and I suddenly hear the spring rain and remember the south of the Yangtze River.
4. Listen to the spring rain in the small building all night, and sell apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty. ——"Spring Rain in Lin'an"
5. The wind and rain are like darkness, and the cock crows endlessly. "The Book of Songs, Zheng Feng, Wind and Rain"
6. When the soil is about to stir, the rain comes frequently, and thousands of grasses and flowers bloom. --- (One of Fan Chengda's "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellany" in the Song Dynasty)
7. Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen.
8. The rain hates the clouds, but Jiangnan is still called a beauty. ——Wang Yucheng's "Red Lips"
9. I feel that the autumn window will never end, how can the wind and rain help the desolation.
10. Embrace the separation of all things.
11. When heaven and man are drunk, they pour in the mysterious wine and pour the fragrance into the soil of the flower roots.
12. Faintly heard in the early morning
13. Begonia does not hesitate to be rouge, independent in the drizzle.
——"Cold in Spring"