Original text:
Don't worry, as everyone knows, there are several similar ones in the world.
What it's like to faint, like a banana shower.
Explanation:
Don't think that people who are upset and worried will understand. In this world, everyone encounters different situations, so his worries are different.
When I came into this world, I was confused and lived all my life. I have encountered hardships and pains, and there is no way to eliminate them. Like a banana in a rainstorm, it is teetering.
Other poems describing the bitterness of life:
Xiao Zhongshan of Yue Fei
I couldn't stop singing last night. It's already midnight. Stand up and walk around the steps alone. When people are quiet, the moon is bright outside the curtain.
Whitehead is fame. Old mountain pine and bamboo are old, which hinders the return journey. Pay Yao Zheng what you want. There are few confidants, who will listen to the broken string?
One of the five poems about historic sites.
Abandoned in the dust in the northeast, wandering between heaven and earth in the southwest.
Wandering in the towers and terraces of the Three Gorges, Wuxi Clothes Yunshan.
The barbarian who finally serves the ruler is unreliable, and the wandering poet laments that the times have no chance to come back.
Yu Xin's life is the most miserable, and his poems in his later years caused a sensation in the north and south of the country.
The second of five poems about historical sites.
Decline: I am well aware of Song Yu's misery, romance and elegance. He is also my teacher.
Sad to see a thousand autumn, a tear, melancholy in different times, not at the same time.
His old home between mountains and rivers-empty works, empty sex platform-is certainly not imagined in the dream? .
The palaces of Chu were all destroyed, and the fishermen who showed them today are not sure.
Li Qingzhao, whispering, searching, searching.
Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!