The poems expressing sorrow are as follows:
1. leaves are dropping down like the spray of a waterfall, while I watch the long river always rolling on. -Du Fu's Ascending the Mountain
2. but I look toward home, and twilight grows dark? There was a mist hanging over the river, bringing deep melancholy to the people. -Cui topic
3. The high-rise building in Mingyue rests alone. Wine into sorrow, into acacia tears. —— Fan Zhongyan
4. Only then did I send you home in the spring and send you home again. If you catch up with spring in Jiangnan, you must stay in spring. -Wang Guan's operator
5, where, before me, are the ages that have gone?, and where, behind me, are the coming generations?. Only the boundless universe, endless endless, can not stop filled with tears of sorrow. -Chen Ziang's "on a Gate-Tower at Youzhou"
6. Avoid worry and worry again, and worry is unforgettable. Sitting in the fire at night, facing the frost. Without childe dream, partial into the traveler's intestines. Excuse me, Gao Xuanke, where is the hometown of drunkenness? -Don Wei Zhuang's "Sorrow"
7. Flowers fall on the Xiaoxiao River, making fun of leaving sorrow. Half a stick is dying, two lines of tears, a boat. -Zhang Xiaoxiang's "Eye-catching"
8. There is nothing I can do to eliminate this situation, only to frown, but to my heart. -Li Qingzhao's "A Prune"
9. The phoenix tree is drizzling, and it is dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad word! -Li Qingzhao's "The Sound is Slow"
1. It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to be a light boat. I am afraid that Shuangxi will fry the bat boat, which will make it unable to move and cause many worries. -Li Qingzhao's "Wuling Spring"
11. Don't lean on the fence alone, it's infinite. It's easier to see when it's not. —— Li Yu
12. Pick up all the cold branches and refuse to live. lonely sandbar is cold. -su Shi's "operator"
13. I often get sick before I spend the day, and I don't bother to wrap my face in the mirror. -Ouyang Xiu's "Butterfly Loves Flowers"
14. The spring tide brings rain late and comes in a hurry, and no one crosses the boat. -Wei Yingwu's
15. How much sorrow can you have, just like a river flowing eastward. -Li Yu's "Young Beauty"