2, the real name started, and it is comparable for thousands of years. classic quotations
3, teenagers do not know the taste of sorrow, fall in love with the floor, saying that they are worried about assigning new words.
4, three cups of everything, one drunk to solve a thousand worries. Appreciation of American classical literature
5. It is a place where the red leaves are sad. I remember that the door was covered with pear blossoms that day and the lights were cut late at night.
6, teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow, and they say they have new words.
7, looking for, cold and clear, miserable. Li Qingzhao's slow whisper
8. I heard that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and I plan to make a canoe. I'm afraid the ship can't carry much worry.
9. It's too close, so don't worry about the wind and rain.
10, a piece of spring sorrow, gradually blowing, like a spring cloud.
1 1, he brought the sadness of spring, but he didn't know where it would go.
12, drunk shooting the spring shirt cherishes the old fragrance, and the sky will stay mad. On the road, the annual autumn grass pushes Chinese and Japanese architecture to the sunset. Clouds are boundless, water is boundless, and the road to recruiting people is long. Acacia words are not censored, so why bother to write them on letters? It takes a thousand lines of tears.
13, this situation can't be eliminated, just under the brow, but in my heart.
14, where is sadness synthesized? Leave people's hearts to autumn.
15, why should a strong enemy blame Liu? The spring breeze is just like Yumen Pass.
16, overlooking the great river under Henggang, far away in front of the hall, Wan Li was worried.
17, worried about hurting Cui Dai's eyebrows, spending it alone every day.
An ancient poem describing a bad mood
18, trembling, like walking on thin ice.
19, moss mangrove forest under the steps, the rain is sparse and the moon is sad.
20. I'm afraid that the grasshopper boat in Shuangxi can't carry much worry.
2 1, cut constantly, reason is still chaotic, it is parting. Don't have a taste in my heart.
22. Spring is a rainy day. It hurts to miss the past.
23. When you get old, you will know that tenses are thin, and you will only hope that the glass is deep.
24. Bananas don't show lavender festivals, but the spring breeze in the same direction is different.
25, the chrysanthemum is sad and smoky, the curtain is light and cold, and the swallows fly away.
26. When will the Populus euphratica rest? Tears and sadness are broken first.
27, the sunset tour of the five lakes, smoke waves everywhere.
28, wordless alone on the west building, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks the clear autumn.
29. Now that I know the taste of sadness, I want to say it. I want to say I'd better have a rest, but I said it's cold and autumn.
30. How many worries you can have is like a river flowing eastward.
3 1, only the boat at the stern of Shuangxi is empty and can't carry much worry.
32. I am so sad that I want to have a thick green on my eyebrows in spring.
33. Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily.
34, Mo Tao, curtain roll west wind, people are thinner than yellow flowers.
I want her husband to come back early, but he wants me to go to Qingyun.
36. The mountain by the sea is like a sword, and Qiu Lai cuts his heart everywhere.
37, Wan Li Yinshan Wan Li sand, who will frost hair temples. Over the years, half of them are at the end of the world.
38. People say that willow leaves are like frowning, and they are even more worried like willow silk.
Poetry about being in a bad mood
39. Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow, and they say they have new words. Poetry in a bad mood is so magical.
40. Birds are crying, flying flowers are splashing tears, and mountains and rivers are locked in spring.
4 1, life is a little melancholy, the moon is not always round, and spring is easy to get old.
42. I remember once upon a time, a little east wind, the wind across the curtain, my eyebrows were sad.
43. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are far away.
44, wine can't last long, and there is no medicine to cure.
45, cutting constantly, the reason is still chaotic, it is parting. Don't have a taste in my heart.
46. How much trouble can you have? It's just a river flowing eastward.
47, the wind blows the sky, just smile, don't worry.
48. On a frosty night, Jiang Feng's fisherman sleeps.
49, drunk don't remember the west building, spring dreams and autumn clouds, so get together. Half-moon window doesn't sleep much, and painting screen is idle. It's always sad to see wine stains on clothes and words in poems. Red candle has no good plans, feels sorry for itself, but cries for others on a cold night.
50. When colors enter high-rise buildings, there are people upstairs who are worried.
5 1, sadness gradually stops, the distance is like spring water.
52. The phoenix tree is raining and dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!
53. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
54. But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with swords, it is even more sad to raise a glass to dispel our worries.
55. People grow up and hate water.
56. How melancholy is your life? The moon is not always round, and it is easy to get old in spring.
57, touching sadness, blue sky and yellow, who is looking for two places.
58. It's not that spring prefers wine, but that we should get wine to send away the spring worries.
59. The earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
60, the chrysanthemum is sad and smoky, the curtain is light and cold, and the swallows fly away.
6 1, when my boat went ahead in the fog, the sun faded and old memories began.
62. There are many words and feelings. Looking back, I said: I remember my blue silk clothes and pity the grass everywhere.
63. I got drunk for no reason. Tears come before wine.
64. I will compare my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon illuminates the canal. Complete works of poetry in a bad mood
65. I can't hear you, and I can't hear you.
66. I'm looking forward to the Spring Festival, which is even more vacant.
67. Lonely and sad, starting from scratch, starting from scratch.
68. When there is a knife in the air, it is difficult to cut off sadness.
69. I won't regret that my belt has widened, which will make people haggard for Iraq.
70. Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow.
7 1, the river will be more full of sadness, straight and long.
72. Make a thousand wishes before your pillow and wait for the green hills to rot.
73. I hate flowers most. I know that wine has the right to be broken.
74. This time, what a sad sentence.
75, the festival is sunny and the peaches and plums laugh, and the Noda wasteland is only sad.
76, a hundred years of sadness, I am drunk.
77. Feel the dream of Yangzhou for ten years and get the name of a brothel.
78. Now that I know how I feel, I want to talk about it. I want to say I'd better have a rest, but I said it's cold and autumn.
79. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness tell more in silence than in voice.
80, the fog is thick and the clouds are light and always sad, the mind is refreshed, and the golden beast disappears.
8 1, the flowers are brighter when they are light, and there is no trace when the jade is sad.
A poem describing a bad mood _ a sad poem
First, picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely see Nanshan.
Second, the festival is sunny and the peaches and plums laugh, and the Noda wasteland is only sad.
Three or ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable.
Fourth, there is no way to eliminate this situation, but you can only frown but mind.
Verb (abbreviation of verb) I will think of you in the clouds, so think of me in the sunset.
Sixth, the old powder is the same, and people hate each other. There are still several running books in a spring, but Qiu Lai's books are even rarer.
Seven, Yokooka overlooking the river, far away Wan Li hall sorrow.
Eight, I often go, Yangliu is Yiyi; Today I think of it, it's raining-The Book of Songs. Xiaoya. Pick Wei.
Nine, the mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are returning.
Ten, heartbroken every year, moonlit, short Matsuoka.
Xi。 I will think of you in the clouds, so think of me in the sunset.
Twelve, this situation can not be eliminated, can only frown but mind.
Thirteen, forty-four, the phoenix tree is raining and dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!
Fourteen, the north wind blows geese and snow one after another. A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?
15. Embrace the area wholeheartedly for fear that you won't notice.
Sixteen, the belt is getting wider and wider, and people will never regret it, because it is yin and haggard!
Seventeen, Gao Dong's hope in his twilight years, what does the migration depend on? Trees are all autumn colors, and mountains are only sparkling.
Eighteen, the crowd looked for him for thousands of Baidu, and suddenly looked back, but the man was there, and the lights were dim.
Nineteen, those who know me worry me, and those who don't know me tell me what I want.
I'm twenty years old. Now, when I come near my village and meet people, I dare not ask a question-The Fishing Order by Tang Song Wenzhi.
Twenty-one, I have been infinitely sad recently. Who do you talk to more? Everything is subject to fate. In early spring, the green shadows are dancing outside the window, the geese are returning, and the orioles are singing and dancing, and tears are streaming down their faces.
Twenty-two, 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.
Twenty-three, trembling like an abyss, walking on thin ice.
Twenty-four, where is the hometown, unless you are drunk, you will forget it-Song Liqing Zhao Bodhisattva.
Twenty-five, the number of peaks is bitter, and it rains in Shang Lue.
Twenty-six, Luo Zhang's lights are dim, and he is crying in his dream: It is his spring that brings sorrow. Where does spring go? But I don't understand, I'm going home!
Twenty-seven, the threshold chrysanthemum sorrow smoke blue tears dew, Luo curtain light cold, swallows fly away.
Twenty-eight Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine. The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie.
Twenty-nine, the fog is thick and the clouds are light, and it will always be sad. Double Ninth Festival, lying in bed, in the middle of the night, the cold on my body has just been soaked.
Thirty miles away, there is nowhere to talk about desolation.
Thirty-one, autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng. I treat them in this villa and drink my wine. The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie.
Thirty-two, the wind has lived in the dust, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
Don't forget to get drunk in the West Building. It is easy to get together and leave in the spring dream and autumn clouds. The half-moon window still doesn't sleep, and the screen is idle.
34, the news of this distant western station! The north has been recovered! At first, I couldn't stop crying on my coat. Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily.
Thirty-five, once the sea is difficult for water, it will always be amber.
36. Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng. I treat them in this villa and drink my wine. The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie.
37. Wearing rainbow clothes and riding the wind, all the queens of the clouds came and came down one by one. With the tiger as the harp and the phoenix as the dancer, the images of fairies are arranged in rows.
Thirty-eight, through the mist that unites five rivers. We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions. After all, the world is just a small place.
Thirty-nine, the wind is crazy, my brother is back, and I will look back at you.
Forty, but how unlucky the poet is, he will become a king.
Forty-one, now that I know the taste of sadness, I want to say it. I want to say I'd better have a rest, but I said it's cold and autumn.
Forty-two years old, a moment that should last forever, came and went unconsciously.
Forty-three, autumn to the corner of the border town sounds sad, and the bonfire shines on the high platform. Sad songs hit the floor and lean on high wine. This is leisure!
Forty-four, I have nothing to say when I go to the West Building alone. The moon is like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks the clear autumn.
Forty-five years old, a moment that should last forever, came and went unconsciously.
Forty-six, a curtain of autumn rain, maple leaves all over the city, lonely pillow sleepless!
Forty-seven, the residual lamp has no flame shadow. I heard that you have fallen into Jiujiang this evening.
Forty-eight, the wind has lived in dust and fragrant flowers, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
Forty-nine, Chun Qing only noticed that the pear blossoms were sparse and the fragments were scattered. What is the sunset near evening? If you don't understand the world, you still have no soul.
Fifty, with such bright light at the foot of my bed, may there be frost already? Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, and it sank back. I suddenly remembered my hometown-Night Thinking by Tang Li Bai.
Fifty-one, Dinghu Lake should be said to have abandoned the world, defeated the enemy and seized the Jingyu Pass, and wept bitterly for the loss of all six armies. The anger of rushing to the crown was beautiful!
Fifty-two, but how unlucky the poet is, he will become a king.
Fifty-three, ask how much sadness you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.
Fifty-four, there are sad women in the world, more sad than sad.
Fifty-five, the autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the leaves are still scattered, and Western jackdaw in the west is shocked. When will Acacia meet? It is embarrassing.
Fifty-six, endless acacia blood and tears throw red beans, spring flowers can not finish.
A poem expressing a bad mood _ a sad poem
First, under the steps of moss mangroves, the rain is thin and the moon is sad.
Second, since God has given talents, let it go and be hired! , spin one thousand silver, all back! .
Third, the river will be more sad, straight and long.
Fourth, there is nothing to say when going to the West Building alone. The moon is like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks the clear autumn.
Five, sunset five lakes tour, smoke everywhere.
Sixth, looking for, cold and clear, miserable.
Seven, sorrow has been drunk. Tears come before wine.
Eight, a piece of spring sorrow, gradually blowing, like a spring cloud.
Nine, now that I know the taste of sadness, I want to say it. I want to say I'd better have a rest, but I said it's cold and autumn.
X. When my boat was sailing in the fog, the sun faded and old memories began.
Eleven, there is a knife in the air, it is difficult to cut away from sorrow.
Twelve, it is not that spring prefers wine, but that it is necessary to make wine to send spring sorrow.
Thirteen, white hair three thousands of feet, sorrow is like a beard.
Fourteen, tearful eyes asked the flowers not to talk and flew over the swing.
Fifteen, three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? How can you be late? Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Sixteen, Henggang overlooking the river, far away from the hall before Wan Li sorrow.
Seventeen, the spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease, and you can see all the Chang' an flowers in one day.
Eighteen, Dongli put wine after dusk, dark incense 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.
Nineteen, but since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords, we raise our glasses to drown our sorrows.
Twenty, loneliness and sadness, self-discipline, self-control.
Twenty-one, lonely boudoir, one inch sorrow. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.
Peach blossoms flow deeper in thousands of feet than in Wang Lun.
Twenty-three, the name of the teacher is real, and who is better than the Millennium.
Twenty-four, teenagers do not know the taste of sorrow, saying that they are worried about new words.
Poetry expressing bad mood
1, when my boat was sailing in the fog, the sun faded and old memories began.
2. Where do you synthesize troubles? Leave people's hearts to autumn.
3, the wind and rain are close at hand, and it is impossible to climb.
4, the sunset tour of the five lakes, smoke waves everywhere.
5, color into the tall building, someone is upstairs.
6, wine can not last long, there is no medicine to cure.
7, a hundred years of sadness, do not feel drunk.
8, three cups together, one drunk to solve a thousand worries.
9. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
10, holding hands and looking at each other with tears, I was speechless.
1 1, sorrow is hard to cut.
12, how many worries are blown away by the pillow one night.
13, this time, what a sad sentence!
14, lonely and desolate, starting from scratch.
15, when the fog is thick and the clouds are light, it will always be sad, and the mind will be refreshed and the golden beast will disappear.
16, touching sadness, blue sky and yellow, who is looking for two places?
17, worried about hurting Cui Dai's eyebrows, spending it alone every day.
18, a piece of spring sorrow, gradually blowing, like a spring cloud.
19, trembling, walking on thin ice.
20. I'm afraid that the grasshopper boat in Shuangxi can't carry much worry.
2 1, Shui Yuan and Wugang kept going wave after wave, and I didn't feel hurt when I saw you off.
22. Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow, and they say new words.
23. I can't listen to it. The Great Wall shines in the autumn and the moon.
24, the festival is sunny and the plum laughs, and the Noda wasteland is only sad.
25. The earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
26. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
27, the world is thin, human feelings are evil, and the rain sends the sunset flowers to fall easily.
28. Moss mangroves under the steps, and the rain falls in the middle of the month.
29, the sand sea deepened with unfathomable ice, gloomy Wan Li condensate.
30. When you get old, you will gradually understand that tenses are thin, but when you come, you just want the glass to be deep.
3 1, the flowers are brighter when they are light, and there is no trace when the jade is sad.
32. Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily.
33. The mountain by the sea is like a sword, and Qiu Lai cuts his heart everywhere.
34. This river will be more sad, straight and long.
35, Yokooka overlooking the river, far away Wan Li sorrow hall.
36, flying freely is as light as a dream, and the continuous rain is as fine as sorrow.
37. People say that willow leaves are like frowning, and they are even more worried like willow silk.
38. Feel the dream of Yangzhou for ten years and get the name of a brothel.
39. A cloud rises between the light of heaven and me, hiding his city from my melancholy heart.
40, tearful eyes asked flowers silently, flying over the swing.
4 1, the red candle feels sorry for itself without a good policy, and the night is cold and empty.
42. It's not that spring prefers wine, but it's to send wine to spring sorrow.
43, Wan Li Yinshan Wan Li sand, who will frost hair temples.
44, the wind blows the sky, just smile, don't worry.
45. I feel so sad that in spring, a thick green is between my eyebrows.
46. On a frosty night, Jiang Feng's fisherman was sleepy.
47. Make a thousand wishes before your pillow and wait for the green hills to rot.
48. Parting is endless, like spring water.
49. Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow, and they say they have new words.
50. I won't regret that my belt has widened, which will make people haggard for Iraq.
5 1, the purple half-open hedge is quiet, and the red skirt is full of worries.
52. Bananas don't show lavender festival, and the spring breeze in the same direction is different.
I will compare my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon illuminates the canal.
54. When will the Populus euphratica stop? Tears and sadness are broken first.
55. I hate flowers without words, and I know that wine has this right.
56. Drunk spring shirts cherish the old fragrance, and the day will leave hate.
57. But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with swords, it is even more sad to raise a glass to dispel our worries.
58. I got drunk for no reason. Tears come before wine.
59, looking for, cold and clear, miserable.
60. Birds are crying, flying flowers are splashing tears, and mountains and rivers are locked in spring.