1. Poems about wanting to cry without tears
Poems about wanting to cry without tears 1. What are the ancient poems that express sadness but wanting to cry without tears
1. Ten years of life and death are so vast that they cannot be forgotten without thinking about them. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost. At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown with a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window, looking at each other without saying anything, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines. ——Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi's Dream on the 20th day of the first lunar month of Yimao"
2. In autumn, the fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat, I undress lightly and get on the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent brocade books? When the wild goose returns, the moon is full on the west tower. The flowers are floating and the water is flowing, a kind of lovesickness, and two places of leisurely sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart. ——Li Qingzhao's "One Cut Plum·Autumn with the Fragrance of Red Lotus Roots and Remaining Jade Mat"
3. Walking and sitting alone. He advocates working alone and sleeping alone. It’s nerve-wracking to stand there. Helplessly, Qinghan touches people. Who can see this? Tears wash away half of the remaining makeup. The sorrow and illness are still there. The dream of removing all the cold lamps will not come true. ——Zhu Shuzhen's "Reduced Words Magnolia·Spring Resentment"
4. The brocade harp has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column is reminiscent of the past. Zhuang Sheng was obsessed with butterflies in his dawn dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos. The moon in the sea sheds tears, and the warm sun in Lantian produces smoke. This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss. ——Li Shangyin's "Jin Se"
5. Silently, I went up to the west building alone, the moon was like a hook. The lonely Wutong deep courtyard locks Qingqiu. Continuous cutting and confusion remain, which is the sorrow of separation. Don't just have the ordinary taste in your heart. ——Li Yu's "Happy Meeting"
2. What are the poems that express "the feeling of helplessness, wanting to cry but no tears"
1. The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat in autumn, which is a light relief Luo Shang, alone on the orchid boat. Who in the clouds sent a brocade book? When the wild goose returned, the moon was full on the west tower. The flowers are floating and the water is flowing, a kind of lovesickness, and two places of leisurely sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart. ——Li Qingzhao's "One Prune Cut"
2. The maple leaves are thousands and thousands of branches, and the river bridges cover the late evening sails. Remembering you, my heart is like the water of the West River, flowing eastward day and night without rest. ——Yu Xuanji's "Jianling's Worry and Hope"
3. I occasionally go to the river to pick bean sprouts, and I accompany my daughter to compete with the God of the River. The crowd did not dare to speak openly and secretly threw money to predict who was far away. ——Yu Hu's "Jiangnan Song"
4. The leaves of the wild rice leaves are rotten in Xiwan, and the lotus seeds have not returned yet. My dream never leaves the river, and it is said that my husband is in Phoenix Mountain. ——Zhang Chao's "Jiangnan Journey"
5. Marrying a man from Qutang, but he missed the date of his concubine. If I had known the tide and had faith, I would have married into the tide. ——Li Yi's "Jiangnan Song"
6. Looking at my husband, the river turns into stone and never looks back. On the top of the mountain, it is windy and rainy every day, and the stone responds to the words of travelers returning. ——Wang Jian's "Wangfu Stone"
7. After washing up, I leaned alone on Wangjiang Tower. Not even a thousand sails. The Xianhui pulse is long and the water is long, and the heart is broken by Bai Shuzhou! ——Wen Tingyun's "Dream of Jiangnan"
8. The willows are green and the Qingjiang River is level, and I can hear the singing on the Langjiang River. The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. There is no sunshine but there is sunshine. ——Liu Yuxi's "Bamboo Branch Poems"
9. When traveling in spring, apricot blossoms blow all over your head. Who's young on the road? Quite romantic. I plan to marry you and live in peace for the rest of my life. Even if you are ruthlessly abandoned, you can't be ashamed! ——Wei Zhuang's "Sidi's Hometown"
10. Silently, I went up to the west building alone. The moon is like a hook. The lonely Wutong deep courtyard locks Qingqiu. Keep cutting. Still confused. It's separation. Don't just have the ordinary taste in your heart. ——Li Yu's "Happy Meeting"
11. The thin clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is far away in darkness. Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win over countless others in the world. Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can't help but look at the magpie bridge on the way home. If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night? ——Qin Guan's "Magpie Bridge Immortal"
12. The depth of the water in the human world is not even half as deep as lovesickness. There is still an end to the sea water, and there is no limit to the longing for love. Carrying the harp on a high building, the building is full of moonlight. Playing the love song, the strings suddenly broke. ——Li Ye's "Lovesickness and Resentment"
13. Lovesickness is like the depth of the sea, and old things are as far away as the sky. Thousands of tears are shed, which makes people sad and heartbroken. If you want to see without cause, it will be difficult to fight. If there was no predestined relationship in the previous life, we will wait for reconnection and make a wish in the next life. ——Le Wan's "Bu Shuzi's Answer to Shi"
14. On the night of Yuan Dynasty last year, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day. On the top of the willow tree in the moonlight, people meet at dusk. On Yuan Ye this year, the moon and lights are still there. I can't see anyone from last year, and my spring shirt sleeves are filled with tears. ——Ouyang Xiu's "Shengchazi"
15. A young man doesn't know the feeling of sorrow, so he falls in love with a building; falling in love with a building, he expresses his sorrow in order to compose new words. Now I know all the sorrow and desire. I can't stop talking; I want to keep talking, but I say it's a cool autumn. ——Xin Qiji's "Ugly Slave"
3. An ancient poem that expresses sadness but is about to cry without tears
1. "Jiangchengzi" - Su Shi's ten years of life and death are blurry, without thinking , unforgettable.
A lonely tomb thousands of miles away, there is no place to speak of desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.
At night, I suddenly returned home from a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pine hills. 2. "Jun Sheng" I was not born before the nameless king was born, but he is already old when I was born.
You hate that I was born late, and I hate that you were born early. You were born before I was born, but I was born before you were old.
I wish I could live at the same time, but I will be with you every day. I was not born before you were born, but I was already old when you were born.
I am far away from you, but you are separated from me by the corner of the ocean. I was not born before you were born, but I was already old when you were born.
I turn into a butterfly to find flowers, and roost on the grass every night. 3. "Farewell" - Jiang Yan The only thing that makes people feel ecstatic is farewell.
The Qin Dynasty and the Wu Dynasty were ruined, and the Yan and Song Dynasties were thousands of miles apart. Sometimes moss begins to grow in spring, and suddenly the autumn wind blows.
4. Ancient poems that express sadness but want to cry without tears
1. "Jiangchengzi"
——Su Shi
Ten years The two worlds of life and death are so vast. If you don't think about it, you won't forget it. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost. At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown with a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.
2. "Jun Sheng"
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Before you were born, I was already old. You hate that I was born late, and I hate that you were born early. You were born before I was born, but I was born before you were old. I wish I could live with you at the same time, but I will be with you every day. I was not born before you were born, but I was already old when you were born. I am far away from you, but you are separated from me by the corner of the ocean. I was not born before you were born, but I was already old when you were born. It turns into a butterfly to look for flowers, and roosts on fragrant grass every night.
3. "Farewell"
——Jiang Yan
The only thing that makes people feel ecstatic is farewell. Moreover, the Qin and Wu dynasties were far away from each other, and the Yan and Song dynasties were thousands of miles apart. Sometimes moss begins to grow in spring, and suddenly the autumn wind blows.
5. Words and verses used to describe crying throughout the ages
Pear blossoms with rain (crying), vertebrae weeping blood, liver, intestines and ileum broken, tears pouring down like springs, tears pouring down like rain, everyone dies. It's like mourning a mother-in-law. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts to the bones. I don't want to live. Thousands of arrows gather around the heart. The heart has no intestines. The heart can be cut like a knife. Blood and tears fill the neck. Seeking death. Drinking. Swallowing. Grief is overwhelming. Beating the chest and feet. Wounded and mourning. Heart-broken. Weeping like rain. Weeping silently. Hot tears filling eyes. Weeping like complaining about the loss of Ming. Sima Qingshan died in pain, epilepsy penetrated into the bone marrow, the rabbit died, the fox was sad, all the five internal organs were burned, all kinds of things were injured, and the family did not make zhi, burning Hui sighed
Liu Yong's "Yulin Bell"
The chilling cicada is sad. Facing Changting at night, the showers have begun to subside.
There is no trace of drinking in the Dumen tent, and the orchid boat urges you to stay in the place of nostalgia.
Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, I was speechless and choked.
Thousands of miles away, the mist spreads, the dusk falls and the sky widens.
Passionate sentiments have hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing to be left out in the Qingqing Festival!
Where did you wake up tonight? Willow bank, dawn wind and waning moon.
The passage of time should be a time of good times and good times.
Even if there are thousands of styles, who can tell them?
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Author: Li Shangyin Era: Tang Genre: Qilu Category: Boudoir Love
It’s hard to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers can wither.
The spring silkworms will not run out until they die, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes.
When I look into the mirror at dawn, I am worried about the clouds on my temples. When I sing at night, I should feel the cold moonlight.
There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting.