Poems expressing tiredness and wanting to give up are as follows:
1. Three cups and two glasses of light wine, how can I defeat him when he comes late and the wind blows! The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance. Li Qingzhao's "Slow Sound·Xun Xun Mi Mi"
2. The sound of the horn is cold and the night is dark. Afraid of being asked, I swallow my tears and pretend to be happy. Hide it, hide it, hide it! Tang Wan's "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix: The Love of the World"
3. The mud deceives me not to touch the wall, but it has been fragrant for decades. Taste the taste of the world and explore many scenic spots, and read all the sorrows in the world. The heart follows the lotus language at the new science banquet, holding hands with the charming old Du Zhang. There is no need to endure the chaos of autumn. Be optimistic and realize your dreams and strive for self-improvement. "Qilu·Autumn Embrace"
4. Full of poems and books covering the past and present, it is easy to feel sad after being homeless for many years. Yu Wenxuzhong's "Select Two Works on the Golden Sun"
5. Love is like a gossamer, and people are like flying catkins. The Teardrop Pavilion stared at each other in silence. Zhou Zizhi's "Traveling on the Shasha·Love Is Like a Gossamer"
6. Deep in the pond without saying a word, I felt sad for a few times and sailed to the boatman, and the swallows sailed away in the vast water. Xue Zhaoyun's "Huanxisha·Red Polygonum Dutou Autumn Zhengyu"
7. Ten years of life and death are so vast that if you don't think about it, you will never forget it. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation. Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi"
8. Waiting for the crickets to die is sad, and people are talking about the west wind bank. The moon sets over the sand and the flat river looks like practice, and you can see all the reeds and wild geese. The secret teacher is worried about the loss of Lan Cheng, and is pitiful about his love every night. There is only one Wuye, but I don’t know how many autumn sounds! Zhang Yan's "Qing Ping Le·Hou Xiqi Duan"
9. Returning a bowl of merciless tears to Qing, wishing we could meet before we were shaved. Su Manshu's "Ten Poems on Skills·Selection Two"
10. White Wolf Hebei has an early autumn, and the star bridge welcomes the river drum. The frequency of clear leakage shifts, the slight clouds become wet, it is the golden wind and jade dew. Both eyebrows are frowning. When you return home and step on the elm flowers, you will complain. I'm just afraid that when we meet again, we will look at each other even more speechless. There have been countless separations in the world. In front of the feast of fruits and melons, I stand still in the blue sky, holding thousands of flowers and missing each other. After all, they are wherever the wind blows. It's hard to live in a good place, but it's not even empty, and the cold fragrance cries the dawn. Tonight, my grandson laughs and makes people sad. Nalan Xingde's "Taicheng Road·White Wolf Hebei Autumn is Early"
11. The water in Nanling is long and windy, and the wind is tight and the clouds are light, almost turning into autumn. It is a lonely place for guests. Whose Hongxiu Pingjiang Tower?
12. Willows and crows crow in the courtyard at dusk, remember that person, and pear blossoms break with the moon. Chen Liang's "Poppy: Light Clouds Swinging in the East Wind"
13. The short flame picks the remaining flowers, and the sound is silent for a long time. Tired of dancing but smelling chicken, secretly feeling that Qing Ling is wet. The water in the sky meets the darkness, and the southwest corner is white. I want to cross the Huanhua River, but my dream is light and powerless in the distance. Nalan Xingde's "Sheng Cha Zi·Short Flame Picking the Broken Flowers"
14. The scholar sighed deeply when the Qin and Han Dynasties were sad that the people were in ruins.
Zhang Kejiu's "The Sound of Flower Selling Nostalgia"