1. Autumn sorrow - I am always free, and the lonely lamp writes about my sorrow every night. 2. Raise a cup to relieve sorrow, and sorrow will become more sorrowful" (Li Bai's poem). 3. In Li Shangyin's poem "Giving on behalf of others", there is a poem that says, "The bananas do not show their lilac knots, but they all face the same sorrow in the spring breeze." 4. Young people don't know how to worry. Taste, to fill in the new poems and express sorrow. 5. It is not the same as thousands of sails, the water is long and the heart is broken (Wen Tingyun's "Dream Jiangnan") 6. The feeling of separation is not the same as the constant cutting and confusion. In my heart (Li Yu's "Crying in the Night"). 7. How much sorrow can you have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward (Li Yu's "Yu Meiren") 8. When will the green poplar grass stop crying? (Qian Wei's "Spring in the Jade House"). 9. Resting alone in the Mingyue Tower, the wine enters the heart, turning into tears of lovesickness (Fan Zhongyan's "Su Mu Zhe"). 10. The heart is broken and there is no reason to get drunk before the wine arrives. Turning into tears. The lamp is turned off and the pillow is turned off, and I know the feeling of sleeping alone. 11. The sorrow of separation gradually becomes endless, and the distance is endless (Ouyang Xiu's "Traveling on the Sand") 12. The person who comes to sleep late is unforgettable, which is ruthless. Also broken heart (Yan Jidao's "Nanxiangzi"). 13. How many leisure and sorrows are there? A river of tobacco, the wind and the rain of plums (He Zhu's "Qingyu Case"). 14. A song of Yangguan, the sound of heartbreaking is gone, and I am alone. Leaning on the railing (Liu Yong's "Youth Tour") 15. The wind is gentle and the sun is warm, and the flower curtains are not rolled up all over the courtyard. From now on, there is a new sorrow (Li Qingzhao, "Remembering the Flute on the Phoenix Platform"). 17. This time, there is no such thing as sorrow (Li Qingzhao, "Slow Voice"). 18. Dreams are hard to come true, and hate is hard to overcome. People don't like to hear the sad words, and they drip into the sky (Wan Qiyong's "Long Love") 19. The east wind is bad, the joy is thin, and I am full of sorrow. Wrong, wrong, wrong (Lu You's "Chaitou"). "Phoenix"). 20. It's dusk and I'm sad alone, even more windy and rainy (Lu You's "Businessman").