Poems about sadness 1. What are the poems about sadness?
1, tearful eyes asked flowers for silence, and flew over the swing with red.
2. bloom is full of flowers and flowing water. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
3, the wind has lived in the dust fragrant flowers, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
4, Mo Dao does not forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
5. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
6. The belt is getting wider and wider. It's worth getting tired for my coquetry.
7, looking for, cold and clear, miserable.
8. Holding hands and looking at tears, I sobbed silently, thinking and thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, the twilight is heavy.
9. Lonely boudoir, gentle heart and sadness. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.
10, how much sadness can there be, just like a river flowing eastward.
1 1 But since the water is still flowing, let's raise our glasses to drown our sorrows, even though we use swords.
12, I heard that Shuangxi is not bad in spring, and I plan to do canoeing. I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried.
13, 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.
14, white hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard.
15, if life is just like the first time, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan?
16, a teacher reveals his real name, which is almost the same for thousands of years.
17, if two feelings last for a long time, it is still a matter of time.
18, speechless and alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree is locked in the deep courtyard.
19, I have long compared my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon clears the canal.
20. Yellow flowers are everywhere. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark?
2 1, suddenly looking back, that person was there, () the lights were dim.
22. Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow, and they say new words.
23, wine becomes sorrow, tears become acacia.
On the 24th, from Zhongtian to Qian Fan, the oblique light pulse is long.
25, the spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease, and you can see Chang' an flowers in one day.
26, Dongli wine after dusk, there is a dark fragrance full of sleeves. Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju.
27, autumn wind and autumn rain are embarrassing!
28. The passing clouds and smoke are scattered with the wind, and the golden top pine. On-off, on-off, on-off love in the world is fruitless. All my thoughts fade away, and I only admire the monks in the world. I Buddha has compassion to save suffering, and I am willing to cross all beings in an empty door.
2. Sad poems
I know that when I die, everything on earth has nothing to do with me. But the only thing that hurts me is that I failed to see the reunification of the motherland.
Du Fu's Ascending the Mountain: "I came from three thousand miles away. Sad autumn, my sorrow for a hundred years, I climbed this height alone. "
Liu Yong's Yulin Order: "Affection has been hurting since ancient times, and it is even worse to neglect the Qing Autumn Festival."
Don Qian Qi's On Su Ting: "In the sound, you should take thousands of photos."
It's broken Sadness.
Qiuju can't bear the strong wind, just want to be accompanied by phoenix trees. I woke up from my dream after a rest, and suddenly I saw falling flowers everywhere, and the world was silent.
The wild goose is cool in spring, and the cold wind blows home alone. I know from a distance that the cold wind is roaring in the high wall. I hope you can join hands in the desolate place and the songs will become sorrows.
Banana hearts don't show lilac's frustration, but they are also sad about the spring breeze. Li Shangyin's Generation Gift
Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.
On a frosty night, Jiang Feng sleeps with anxiety.
But I looked home, the twilight was getting thicker, and the mist of sadness was filled on the river waves;
3. Poems describing sadness in ancient poetry
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The wind in the east wind, the rain in the wind, the rain in the wind, the sound of light thunder came from the other side outside the lotus pond. There is also a locked golden toad incense burner. Cigarettes are elegantly wrapped, like pulleys in a jade pot, and the traction rope is pumped into the well water.
Wang Wei dreamed that she was a beautiful young girl. Wang Wei had a pillow dream and wrote a poem. Never mind the flowers, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? .
spring rain
I wear white clothes for the Spring Festival, but I only think about Baimancheng, where I can't go. There are two red mansions facing the cold, covered by rain, and a pearl curtain lamp shakes my lonely heart and goes home.
The long road ahead will be full of new difficulties, in the middle of the night, the interval of short dreams. Oh, I'm sending you this message, these jade earrings! I saw a lonely goose in a cloud three thousand miles away.
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The curtains were drawn deeply, and I was in Mochow's house. Sleeping alone makes the night even longer. The Wushan goddess of Chu was originally a dream; Qingxi is the residence of my sister-in-law, and there is no lang here.
I am a weak lingzhi, biased by storms; I'm Lingfang, but I don't have any fragrant leaves. I know that this kind of love will not have any result, and melancholy is frivolous.
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It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will turn to ashes before tears dry.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
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A wisp of faint phoenix-tailed yarn, fragrant and multiplied, meets Biwen at night. It's too late to cover up the encounter with a fan; But you drove by, speechless.
Once lonely, how far can a pomegranate flower whisper? . I will tie my horse to a willow tree by the river, where will I stay in the southwest?
Live in Roche Pavilion and pay homage to Cui Yong.
Bamboo dock is clean and clear, and acacia is separated from the city. Autumn cloudy frost flies late, leaving residual lotus to listen to the rain.
Write to my wife in the north on a rainy night.
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
The flowers have fallen
Visitors to the High Court have been competing to leave; The spring flowers in the small garden are dancing in the wind. The flower shadow is confused by the winding path; Overlooking the petal dance reflects the afterglow of the sunset.
My heart is too small to sweep away the fallen flowers; Looking forward to spring, but returning in a hurry. Flower lovers who love flowers will naturally blame spring for leaving too early; When spring comes to an end, flowers and flowers only shed tears.
Golden Li shangyin
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
4. Poems describing sadness
Poetry 1 describes sadness, tears without words begging for flowers, flying red over the swing.
2. bloom is full of flowers and flowing water. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. 3, the wind has lived in the dust fragrant flowers, and I am tired of combing my hair at night.
Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first. 4, Mo Dao does not forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
5. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice. 6. The belt is getting wider and wider.
It's worth getting tired for my coquetry. 7, looking for, cold and clear, miserable.
8. Holding hands and looking at tears, I sobbed silently, thinking and thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, the twilight is heavy. 9. Lonely boudoir, gentle heart and sadness.
Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain. 10, how much sadness can there be, just like a river flowing eastward.
1 1 But since the water is still flowing, let's raise our glasses to drown our sorrows, even though we use swords. 12, I heard that Shuangxi is not bad in spring, and I plan to do canoeing.
I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried. 13, 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.
14, white hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard. 15, if life is just like the first time, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan?
16, a teacher reveals his real name, which is almost the same for thousands of years. 17, if two feelings last for a long time, it is still a matter of time.
18, speechless and alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree is locked in the deep courtyard. 19, I have long compared my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon clears the canal.
20. Yellow flowers are everywhere. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? 2 1, suddenly looking back, that person was there, the lights were dim.
22. Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow, and they say new words. 23, wine becomes sorrow, tears become acacia.
On the 24th, from Zhongtian to Qian Fan, the oblique light pulse is long. 25, the spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease, and you can see Chang' an flowers in one day.
26, Dongli wine after dusk, there is a dark fragrance full of sleeves. Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju.
27, autumn wind and autumn rain are embarrassing! 28. The passing clouds and smoke are scattered with the wind, and the golden top pine. On-off, on-off, on-off love in the world is fruitless.
All my thoughts fade away, and I only admire the monks in the world. I Buddha has compassion to save suffering, and I am willing to cross all beings in an empty door.
5. All the poems about sadness in China's classical literature.
Sad poems include: tears fall into eyes when returning to the pearl, no care when not meeting, and a thousand lines of tears but lazy to look back at the flowers. Last year and today, the peach blossoms in this door are different.
I don't know where to see peach blossoms, but I still laugh at the spring breeze. Where will you wake up tonight? There is a breeze and a waning moon on the bank of Yangliu.
You were born before I was born, and I was 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, and I was old when I was born. Hate is not born at the same time. Hello every day.
I was born before you were born, but you were born when I was old. I am far away from you, and you are far away from me.
I was born before you were born, but you were born when I was old. Become a butterfly, look for flowers every night and live in the grass.
Once the sea was difficult for water, and the forever amber clothes became wider and wider, he did not regret it. Because of Iraq, people have become haggard. You didn't see the lovely lock in the bright mirror of the high room. Although it was black in the morning, it turned into snow and died and was buried at night. It is not known when the farmer will die.
The person who buried the flowers today is stupid, but he knew who it was when he buried the flowers in 2008.
Let's watch the flowers fade away in this spring, when the beauty grows old.
I don't know what to do without sad songs for me. As soon as I entered the back door, it was as deep as the sea. Xiao Lang has been a passer-by since then. I was afraid that the boat wouldn't carry much on my mind, so I went to the west wing alone, and the moon was like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree, deep courtyard locks clear autumn life, if it is only the first time, what is the west wind sad painting fan to endure, heaven endure; One day, both will end, and this endless sadness will continue, and I will always feel the dream of Yangzhou for ten years and win the poor fate of a brothel.
6. Poems describing sadness
Send grief
Yuan Zhen
You are like Gong's favorite daughter, and it's not going well to marry me, a poor man.
You saw me naked in the box. You take off the gold brooch and buy me wine.
You eat your food with wild vegetables, but your food is sweet. You cook with dead branches with leaves.
Now that I am a high official, you are far away from the world and sent some monks and priests to be at the mercy of monks.
I used to joke that it was behind us, but now it is in front of us as you said.
The clothes you have worn have been given away, and I can't bear to open your sewing box.
Because I miss you, I love girls very much, and many of your dreams, I will burn paper for you.
No one knows that the husband and wife will be sad, and many past memories are extremely sad.
I'm sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How many years is my seventy years old? !
No offspring is fate, and Pan Yue just mourned his dead wife in vain.
What hope do I have in the darkness of our graves? Neither you nor I believe in meeting after death!
However, when I open my eyes, I can see the whole night, the lifelong troubles in your brow.