2, fallen petal does not understand the suffering of Iraqis, who has pity on Iraqis. Empty sadness, lonely melancholy, how to solve the stinging sadness. The wind blows, the heart is cold, and the thoughts are long; Gazing at Sichuan is heartbreaking. Lonely shadow under the moon, heartbroken, both heartbroken, I don't know how painful my heart is. We are all thousands of miles away, and we don't know where to go. I only remember the beauty that bloomed in an instant. Who knows, the flower heart is in an instant.
In the severe winter of March 9, the cold wind was bitter, and a burst of biting cold wind came to my face. The cold in winter makes people fall into a state of melancholy, loneliness and sadness. The cold of winter makes heaven and earth change color, and everything is amazed; The cold in winter makes people feel lonely and helpless.
4, a trace of melancholy, a trace of sadness, the sunset in Huang Hunxiao. Warm a pot of wine, put your heart into the lyre and sing a song at dusk in winter, which is inextricably linked and sad.
This winter is getting colder and colder, the leaves are gone, and the trees are still suffering from the pain of parting in the bleak wind and resisting the invasion of cold. The snow on the pine branches is telling these past events, and a sadness hits my heart. I can't help sighing to myself that winter is so bleak! My heart is so cold.
6. A breeze blew, and the snow-white petals fell like rain and tears, sad and sad, like a fairy scattered flowers. Its departure is the persistence of the tree or the cruelty of the wind. In this way, the cherry blossoms full of trees are full of energy and spare no effort to open and open until summer, when they slowly fade.
7. Winter sets off the desolation of autumn. On that day, Li Yian's curtains rolled in the west wind, and people were thinner than yellow flowers, miserable and lonely, so yellow flowers piled up all over the floor, gaunt and damaged. Who can pick them now? A cool breeze accompanied by a bit of spring rain, how can I get a sad word at this time? It is heartbreaking for two women to tell each other their melancholy when the yellow flowers fall. This is the sadness and disappointment of autumn.
8. Whenever I drive through the Woods, I always see yellow leaves swaying down. With the gentle autumn wind coming quietly, I not only imagined it, but also added a touch of sadness in my heart. Pick up a fallen leaf and smell it, leaving the taste of time. In order to commemorate this rich season, put this leaf with traces of time into a book. Every time you open a book, you can see it and it will stay there forever.
9. In autumn, I dare not release my sadness in my heart and generously present it to the autumn wind, flying in this passionate season and flying in this tearful season.
10, the river stopped slowly in a hurry, so as not to wake the sleeping fish, it flowed slowly. I want to know whether his heart is invaded by winter, whether it is cold or warm. All the partners around me have left, leaving only one person to sigh silently and stare blankly at the dark sky, filled with unspeakable helplessness and loneliness. There are only a few wooden stones waiting around you, and the only way to communicate is to look at each other.
1 1, the countryside in winter looks a bit shabby because there is no tree-lined ornament, and it looks a bit deserted because few people come out. At noon, people came out one after another and gathered in a sunny place. People who are looking at the sunshine at the foot of the gables silently cling to this place in a traditional posture, smiling without laughing, speechless. Some even pulled the brim down to cover the whole face and soon snored like thunder. People can sleep especially in winter, which is a compensation for a year's hard work. In the morning, often when the sun has risen very high, you will hear the voice of adults calling children to get up for dinner, and sometimes you will hear children crying, which will probably disturb his dream.
12, a dream, a love, a yearning for the world, tears are the remnants of the door of the heart, the sunset is the desolation of the night, how beautiful and silent, how brilliant, the light scattered in the depths of my heart, burying a sad desolation, talking about a piece of unmanned music, talking about a piece of sadness that does not belong to you, the picture of perception is so silent, but the mood of response is so acacia.
13. Whenever a person walks on a shady path, the autumn wind blows sadly, letting him breathe the breath of nature and feel the coolness of the autumn wind. However, only occasionally geese will fly by, casting a mysterious veil over autumn, making it quieter, bleaker, more desolate and more lonely.
14, many people think that autumn is bleak, but autumn in my hometown is full of poetry and colorful. It's not as cold as autumn in the north, and it will soon be winter. Autumn in my hometown is very warm, blowing warm autumn wind. The sun shines warmly on the face. Like a mother's hand touching you.
15. Walking in the world of mortals, years bring us not only the breeding of wrinkles, but also a real understanding of life. The wind of years blows away ignorance, complaints and desolation, but flowers of mature wisdom! Sedimentation, sublimation, collection, traces of years are naturally drawn by one person, and life is moving forward on this trace. Gradually drifting away, drifting away and becoming beautiful, and finally, heading for the peak of glory.
16, bid farewell to the last ray of enthusiasm in midsummer, and I slowly stepped into the pure silence of autumn. That desolation, that silence, let's adjourn to the sadness and loneliness of autumn since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring. Let's have a leisurely daydream of picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely. When you sit on a stone bench by the river, or walk in an open space covered with dead leaves, you will feel a little lonely or desolate.
17. It was a winter morning, and the glass windows were covered with thick ice flowers. The freshly poured face washing water is as hard as a stone in the blink of an eye. Outside the house, inside the house, on the trees and on the ground, it was covered with snow, and the biting north wind kept blowing and made a sharp cry. Ah, what a dripping winter morning.
18, just like water time, there is always nothing to care about. Holding a casual book, looking at autumn scenery outside the window, I have no intention to continue. In early autumn, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and the kites are fluttering, which can't help but reveal desolation and sadness.
Do you like winter? But I don't like it. Why? Because there is no gorgeous color and almost no life in winter, everything seems withered and withered. The biting cold wind makes you shiver, and you can only be surrounded by monotonous colors. Therefore, in this long winter, I have to hide in the house and look forward to the arrival of late spring!
20. I don't know how far you are after Yulouchun's farewell. It's bleak and boring. Drifting away, no books, rich water and heavy fish. In the middle of the night, the wind and bamboo knock on the autumn rhyme, and Chiba hates it. So, if you look for it in a single pillow, the dream is not a lamp, it will burn.
2 1, the autumn rain is falling, fluttering like silk and misty. The autumn rain is falling, lingering in the air, falling on the earth at will, nourishing the quiet earth.
22. The poplars that grow on the mountain are dotted with dew and accompanied by clouds, while it is dotted with dust and accompanied by desolation. It grows green leaves in spring and shades in summer. As night falls, the whole street is full of red lights and green wine, but it suffers from loneliness, darkness and unknown loneliness.
23. Think about how unbearable the long winter is! However, there are always ups and downs in life, and the road cannot always be calm. I remember someone saying that winter is the saddest season. In winter, there is no passion for sunshine, beaches and waves, no flowers and butterflies, only biting cold or snow. How can I not admit that your emotions have been infecting me? How I hope to have a gorgeous and romantic summer!
24. The cold winter comes quietly without knowing it, which shows that we are extremely cold. People wrap themselves tightly in down jackets, but they can't resist the cold. Although it is still snowing here, it is white and clean, suggesting that there is a lot of snow on the snowy mountains in the distance. Thinking about the child in a different place, where is she? It must be very cold, right? I can't help feeling a deep sadness, my heart has been holding my heart. At this moment, my heart is cold.
25. Everyone is lonely in spirit and soul, so it can be said that people are lonely in essence, and people's hearts are ancient. Every soul is lonely. You are most awake when you are lonely. No matter how close the relationship is, there are also places that cannot be communicated. Loneliness does not mean that people can feel it anytime and anywhere. People are basically unable to communicate completely. The loneliness I'm talking about is not a bleak feeling, but that people can't communicate completely in their hearts or essence. It's actually a wonderful thing to enjoy loneliness.
26. Falling snowflakes, like my frozen heart, fall and fall to the ground, fragmented. When the snow is full of light dances, I feel sad and unscrupulous, and butterflies are everywhere, lonely, but flying.
27. Sushi Festival is difficult to get together, and it is also difficult to get together. The canopy in autumn can't shake off the inner desolation, and the memories faded like flowers are bumping in the short reincarnation of the afterlife. Who is relaxing with me? How about finding a three-dimensional view of high mountains and flowing water? Where the dust meditates, light steps rhyme, Penglai dream shattered into smoke, curled up and scattered, flying with frost, silent in front of the window, haunting the south. I remember the first time I saw romance and forgot my worries, duckweed accompanied me and counted the sunset.
28. Winter is an old man who has experienced many vicissitudes, calm and sincere. He sat in the yard where he had lived all his life, enjoying the warm sunshine in winter. In his chiseled eyebrows, you can see the lush in early spring, the enthusiasm in midsummer and the harvest in late autumn. The fragrance of plum blossoms is floating in the air. He stretched out his bony hand and summoned his wife who had been together for life. The two men helped each other and told stories of the past. In those stories, there are silver snakes dancing in the mountains, elephants galloping in the wax, ice melting and talking, and swallows returning. This road, no matter how difficult it is, is hand in hand side by side and has never been separated. Their words are sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes emotional and sometimes slow. Those fleeting years seem to be pulled back, close at hand and within reach. Gradually, the voices of the old people disappeared, replaced by dreamy eyes and quiet smiles. Outside the window, dusk is approaching, and the cold wind is ringing the bells under the eaves, bringing the news of the recovery of everything.
29. Autumn on the wild goose is a sad mood, and it is the sadness and disappointment of the accumulation of yellow flowers all over the ground. Autumn is not the end of a fallen leaf, nor is it the last gesture of a remnant flower. She just gave birth to the brilliant dormant period of next season.
30. Looking at the autumn rain, my heart is awkward; Looking at the gray-blue sky makes me feel sad; Listening to the quiet talk of autumn rain makes me slightly sad.
3 1. In winter in the countryside, the fields are covered with a thin layer of frost. Through that thin layer of frost, you can see the hard land below, hard and cracked. The newly unearthed wheat seedlings in the field are so timid that the original green leaves have obviously been labeled with their own unique labels in winter, like the frozen face of children in winter. In winter, the sound in the field is even stronger, which makes people who walk alone feel scared. The trunk has no ground, but it is swaying with the wind, like crying and dancing wildly.
32. In winter, I often lock myself in my room and turn up the music to the maximum. I thought I wouldn't feel lonely. I thought I wouldn't think of you. That's exactly what I thought. I can't escape from my memory after all. Music flooded my mind and my heart began to ache all over. I ran away from you, but I couldn't run away from the past.
33. In the cold wind, I wrapped my heavy coat tightly, gasped unevenly and walked home with trembling steps. The bleak night can't confuse my firm direction, and the dim street lamp illuminates the distance to go. The cold wind cut on the face, leaving no eye-catching scars, but bringing cold pain.
34. Cut a wisp of autumn fragrance and condense a wild goose shadow, lest you can feel it only in the autumn when the fragrance is overflowing: like a dream, like a poem of life and death. Autumn water is too deep to talk, so it is destined to accept the appreciation and admiration of the poet. Red leaves, yellow and pale, fall in the ruthless monsoon.
In winter, everything on the tree is bare. Only rabbits are running in the fields. When students go to school in the morning, the sun hasn't come out yet, and it's too cold to get up. Swallows have already flown south, and only ugly crows are croaking. The pine and cypress are covered with silver frost. The field is empty and far away, and only wheat seedlings are lying in the snow. The students were wearing thick clothes and wrapped their faces in scarves, only their eyes were exposed. The exhaled air frosted their eyelashes, and several pine cones on the pine tree were shaken by the wind.
36. That green bamboo forest, fireflies flying, grotesque stones, and a cool breeze with a few bamboo leaves, flows eastward with the stream and flows to an unknown distance. Looking back, do you still have the circle carved on the tree when you were a child? Are those restless crows still talking about the desolation and sadness of dark and windy nights?
37. Autumn came without warning. Yellow leaves hover in the air, drawing a beautiful arc. Finally, they lie on the ground slowly and leisurely, reminding people of their worries. Perhaps, as the ancients said, autumn is really a sad season, full of faint sadness and shallow sadness, and the bleak autumn wind makes people even more sad.
38. Everything is asleep, the flowers have withered, and the red skirt and green shirt have been recovered from the earth; Butterflies hide, become pupae and hide underground; Swallows also flew away weakly; Willow collects soft branches and scatters them coldly on the earth. In this silent moment, you may find a pot of daffodils in the window, a green Ye Er. Although there are no elegant flowers, it makes you feel better than roses. Unwilling to lag behind, Chimonanthus praecox blooms like stars, all bright and dazzling.
39. Winter sets off the desolation of autumn. On that day, Li Yian's curtains rolled in the west wind, and people were thinner than yellow flowers, miserable and lonely, so yellow flowers piled up all over the floor, gaunt and damaged. Who can pick them now? A cool breeze accompanied by a bit of spring rain, how can I get a sad word at this time? It is heartbreaking for two women to tell each other their melancholy when the yellow flowers fall. This is the sadness and disappointment of autumn.
40. The wind is rustling, and the rain is thin and slightly cool. In the evening breeze, bits and pieces of thoughts, like these scattered petals, are slowly piled up with desolation and fragrance, becoming a feeling of confusion and confusion, blurring the memory of the past.
4 1, the bleak evening wind blew off the last leaf, and on this cold winter night, the small animals were listlessly hiding in the cave. The frog in the pond and the snake in the tree hole curled up to spend the long winter night.
42. Gently reach out and pick up a drop of autumn rain. Suddenly, a slight coolness rippled in the palm of your hand. Look at that drop of autumn rain, like dew hanging on the grass in the morning, crystal clear. When the autumn rain gently brushed my face, I felt so gentle and desolate. Quietly tasting a drop of autumn rain, you can slowly feel the bitterness of autumn rain and realize that you belong to that kind of sadness.
The sky is full of stars. I want to catch a cold. I don't want the sun to warm my heart. I want to remember the hatred in this world, and I want to forget the love that this world has given me. Let the only fire in my heart fly away with the winter snow. I want to create a cold world, where there are icebergs, where there is no sunshine, only the stars and the moon in the sky, and there is just my paradise.
44. At present, I see that the leaves of many pine and cypress trees have fallen off. Leaves floating around are scattered on the ground of the park, as if crying. They left the warm embrace. This is not a temporary departure where you are going. When they leave, they will be separated forever. When the cleaners swept away the leaves, they were waiting for another tragic ending. What the leaves really didn't expect was that they fell from their mother's arms so quickly. They haven't had time to talk to their relatives. They originally wanted to do something for their loved ones. They still have many blessings to give to their relatives. But when the ruthless winter came, they separated. Before they got everything ready, they fell from the tree, waiting for them only endless thoughts and endless sadness. What will be their fate? Trees don't know, nor do leaves themselves, but they can do one thing. They will never forget their mother who once relied on them, because that warmth is in their hearts.
45. Is it because autumn is too bleak for me to accept something vibrant? Why is this half-tree flowering more sad? The European and American rock music recommended by my friends made me a little absent-minded, and made me look at the world as if I were standing at the outer end of the world, dazed, melancholy and tearful.
46. There is always a feeling of tranquility in autumn, with a little sadness. Autumn rain will always penetrate my heart carefully, and a chill will sting my whole body. The withering and withering in front of us are the unique sadness of this season. Leaves, one by one, fly to the ground swept by the autumn wind, lying quietly, enduring the peeling of years.
47. Watching the sunset go down bit by bit, a sentimental plot arises spontaneously. Reminds me of the sunset, buried by the coming night! These two seemingly dull poems were written by Li Shangyin, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, but I, an illiterate old mother, can read them out loud and understand their meaning! This classic poem makes me happy and sad! Seeing the sun, despite his glory, the beauty of the sunset is beyond doubt. Whenever I watch the sunset, it is also my most regretful and sad moment. Buried by the coming night! It seems that there are dark clouds all over the sky, and I often take a breath of air conditioning for the situation before me, and I feel extremely sad and scared inside. It also made me feel the bleak mood like dusk.
48. Walking in the bleak autumn rain, loneliness is the coolness of fingertips and the pain of the bottom of my heart. In this cold night, loneliness comes uninvited, goes through the skin and reaches the depths of the soul! Looking up at the endless sky, I don't know whether rain or tears blurred my eyes.
49, a little worry, who will send the breeze and the moon. Once upon a time, I yearned for the sunshine and warmth of sunflowers as always, and went to the wonderful reincarnation of sunrise and sunset forever. After all, I can't resist the invasion of the lingering heart. The breeze is full of wine and lofty sentiments that no one tells, looking around at how many silent silences, listening to the lonely and delicate rhythm with plain notes, only turning around and embracing sadly.
50. In winter, I am used to walking in the busy street after dark, lighting a cigarette, quietly leaning against the street corner, watching passers-by coming and going, watching happiness that doesn't belong to me, and tears unconsciously crossing my face. I used to have that kind of happiness.
5 1, when the maple leaves are falling, it is often the most sentimental time. When the wind blows, it will inevitably seem bleak, just like a sad love story, and the falling maple leaves are the most tearful. The slowly falling maple leaves are like missing. I light a candle to warm autumn at the end of the year, but as the lyrics say, even if the bleak maple leaves fall sadly, we should learn to warm our hearts with romance. Maple leaf is different from other tall trees. It waits for death helplessly and quietly, but rotates with the autumn wind, tries to draw the most beautiful arc, and then returns to the earth lightly.
52. Looking up at the sky, how much tenderness and sweetness the vast sky carries, and how much loneliness and helplessness it contains. The stars are as deep as your clear eyes, and the autumn water sets off endless sadness. The bright moon shines on your elegant face, and a pool of green jade exudes endless tenderness. Tonight's night sky has my deep gaze, my infinite disappointment, and the illusion of the night I miss wandering. There must be a pair of eyes staring at me affectionately in the distance, and a yearning heart hugging me tightly. The fairy in Guanghan Palace is lonely, dancing alone and desolate, raising a glass to invite the moon to complain and leave her intestines, hurting her heart and tears.
53. The weather is gloomy, the sky is thick and low, and the clouds are gray and yellow. The northeast wind roared and ran wildly in the wilderness. It seems to hold a sword and can pierce a tight leather coat, not to mention the exposed face, which has been scratched again and again, and the pain is unbearable. I love snow, I love snow scenes, and I love winter more. Winter is the ring of the soul. Although winter is very cold, it has incomparable warmth and hope.
54. When the autumn wind blows slightly through the maple forest, the sound of rustling makes the whole quiet maple forest burst into noise. The autumn wind brushed the maple leaf slightly, and the fiery red maple leaf fell, dancing its last dance in mid-air, which was also the most beautiful dance.
55, bleak autumn, completely cold. Can't sleep at night. There will be many pictures in my mind, once you, once me, once us. Happiness or sadness, sadness or pain. In fact, memory has become my habit. I am used to enjoying loneliness at night and being sad alone at night. I don't want to get used to it, but I can't change it.
56. The bleak winter is about to leave. Watching the snowflakes drift away. I know this is the last snowflake flying. But I am still waiting, in this empty life. Looking forward to it, looking forward to it, it is snowing again. Because I know that when the word "snow" flying all over the sky flies again, I will forget that the seductive lips touched her. Boring night, I can only look at the computer, in a daze, and then in a daze. Boring music can only be listened to repeatedly, sad and sad. This holiday, I really want to end early, so I can try and bury myself and all this.
57. Since ancient times, many poets have felt sad about autumn, which is really sad since ancient times. Everyone is walking into autumn with different eyes, angles and mentality, and feeling the different emotions brought by autumn. I prefer autumn to the other three seasons.
58. The ancients grieved for autumn, not only heartbroken. I don't know why, from beginning to end, autumn has always played that bleak and lonely role in people's hearts, and those poems and articles depicting autumn have cast a gray shadow. Maybe it is autumn wind, maybe it is fallen leaves. Some people, lying in front of their own windows, look at the crumbling leaves hanging from the branches and finally lament the shortness of life; Some people, in a foreign land, stand under a tree and watch the fallen leaves dancing with the wind. When the dust settles, they quietly return to the embrace of the earth and sigh that they have been drifting all their lives. They let many scholars write poems and articles about sad autumn, but they also imply a desire for a happy ending.
59. This is the candle I just saw at the scene. The candle hasn't been burned out yet, and the core has been broken. Just like life, it may be full of energy, but there is no opportunity, burning endlessly and nowhere to release it. Or like love, two people clearly love each other, but there is no fate, so they can't be together or meet each other. Everything is bleak.
60. Who said that beautiful scenery can be long and long enough to warm people's hearts, but why is it like this in the end? When there is only one solo on the stage of two people, all hopes are frozen, the sentimental strings are no longer elegant, and people's melodies and thoughts can only step on the lonely coast. The injured can only quietly experience the tenderness left by the lonely city and lament for the mottled and broken shadow.