A sad poem with a dead heart. Everyone will have the mood of dying, and learn to adjust their mentality. Ancient poets also had sadness. They all pinned their feelings by writing poems. Nowadays many poems can be used to express our own feelings. Let's look at the sad songs of the ancients.
The sad song 1 is a sad song about being disheartened.
A, osmanthus don't know shake off hate, Su E should believe that don't leave sorrow. -Wang Qi's "Looking at Jiangnan, the Moon in Jiangnan"
Second, I am afraid that the ship will not carry much worry. -Li Qingzhao's Wuling Spring Festival Evening
Third, I move forward. I cried until my tears ran out, and I saw a ship in the distant sky. -Meng Haoran's "Early Cold Jiang Huai"
Fourth, but before he conquered, he was dead, and the heroes cried on their coats from then on. -Du Fu's "Shu Xiang"
5. Didn't wake up at noon. Red sun at dusk, dusk without curtain. -Su Shi's "Butterfly Loves Flowers, Butterfly Lazy Warbler has no intention of spring and a half"
Six, more like tears on Xunyang River. -Zhu Dunru's "Minus the Old Yulan Willow Waves"
Seven, jade sad flowers out of Fengcheng, lotus downstairs. -Nie Shengqiong's Partridge Day, Love
Eight, suddenly disappeared, breaking my heart. -Cao Zhi's Six Miscellaneous Poems
Nine, a piece of spring sorrow is waiting for wine. -Jie Jiang's "A piece of plum, a boat crossing the Wujiang River"
Ten, pull the curtain to worship the mother river beam, white worry to see tears dry. -Huang Jingren's "Don't be an old mother"
Eleven, people are old, the west wind will be gray, butterflies will worry about tomorrow. -Zhang Kejiu's "Nine-Day Laurel Award"
Twelve, no one at home is bright in the autumn, and the night frost wants to clear up first. -Zhang Lei's "Sitting at night, no one at home is the autumn moon"
Thirteen, close the bottom of the river and leave it blank? Time is merciless and never lends. -Yu Qian's beginning of spring Day
Fourteen, Xiang Bo tearful, Li Chu fan hate. -Li Shangyin's Chu Palace
15. On the tower at the end of this town, the wilderness begins, and our longing reaches as far as the ocean or the sky. -Liu Zongyuan's "Going to Liuzhou Tower to Send Zhang Tingfeng to Four States"
Sixteen, don't worry about people not listening. -Si Wan Yong's "Long Acacia Rain"
Seventeen, don't carve the willow before the saddle, the jade is lonely and ashamed, and the cold wind blows the rain after dusk. -Georgie, "Spring funeral march, Don't carve a willow before the saddle"
Eighteen, time only makes people old, does not believe in family, hates leaving the pavilion for a long time, and tears are easy to wake up. -Yan Shu's "Picking Mulberry Seeds, Time Only Helps the Old"
19. Infinite sadness In the sunset, the old country is desolate, leaving only pink and red. -Xia Wanchun's "A Plum and a Willow"
Twenty, purple is dark red, not in the mood. Spring doesn't look back, leaving a thick floccule for a day. -Gong Zizhen's Dream, Purple, Dark, Red and Sorrow
Twenty one. No one found a crumpled tent, only a loyal horse recognized the torn flag. -Zhang Ji's "Remembering Friends Lost in the Tibet War"
Twenty-two, dusk in western Western jackdaw. -Xin Qiji's "Partridge Day, Xixi Western jackdaw Sorrow"
Twenty-three years old, you can see the bright tears on her cheeks now, but you can't see the man she loves so much. -Li Bai's Resentment
Twenty-four, three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him for coming late? Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. -Li Qingzhao's "Slow Sound Search"
Twenty-five, Feng Ke was alone. -Zhu's "Bodhisattva Man Shanting Waterfront Autumn Half"
Twenty-six, teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor. -Xin Qiji's Ugly Slave, Shuboshan Road in the Wall
27. When my boat was sailing in the fog, the sun was fading and old memories began. -Meng Haoran's "Sleeping in Jiande River"
Twenty-eight The sun went down, there was a mist in the flowers, the moon became very white, and people were sad and insomnia. -Li Bai's "Three Sauvignon Blancs"
Twenty-nine, tears on the pillow, dark heartbroken flowers. -Yu "Gift to Neighbors"
Thirty, the color enters the tall building, and someone upstairs is worried. -Li Bai's "Bodhisattva Man Lin Ping Momo Yan Ruzhi"
Thirty-one, shake hands and make peace, and make a living with tears. -Su Wu's "Divorce from Wife"
Thirty-two years old, along an island full of duckweeds, is the tranquility of communication. -Liu Changqing's "Watching the King Go South"
Thirty-three, nowhere to worry, ask what a drunken dream is. -Georgie's "Chinese Valentine's Day singer Gui Guiling"
Thirty-four, Liangyuan flies around at dusk, and there are three or two in the eye. -Cen Can's "Two Songs of Mountain House Spring"
Thirty-five, there are countless grievances? Ma Tiejin Pavilion, Qingcheng Evening Road. -Nalan Xingde's "Flowers are Out of the Plug"
Thirty-six, it was his spring that brought sadness. Where did spring go? -Xin Qiji's "Late Spring in Zhu Yingtai"
Thirty-seven, geese can't deliver books and can't dream. -Shen Rujun, "Two Poems by in my heart forever"
Thirty-eight, Cuiping should, eyebrows hate dusk. -Kong Yi's "Nanpu Green Sophora"
39. Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily. -Du Fu's "The banks of the Yellow River were recovered by the imperial army"
Forty, what is the most painful thing before the pillow? Dew on buttonwood leaves —— Yin E's Linjiang Fairy, Quiet Milky Way on a Cold Night in Late Autumn
A sad poem with a dead heart. When you see spring grass among guests, you always divide it by poetry. -Zhang Yan's "Qingpingle Cai Fangren"
Forty-two, Jiangnan Jiangbei melancholy, wine snail red. -Fang Yue's "Dongpo Rhyme for Water Turning to Pingshan Hall"
43. Sad songs are like business songs. -Zheng Sixiao's Li Er
Forty-four, no one can solve it, and the tree turns cold in the afternoon. -Shu Yong's Xiao Zhongshan Dragon Boat Festival
Forty-five, but with silence, fireworks March spring sorrow. -Zheng Jueqi's "Yangzhou Slow Qionghua"
Forty-six, the phoenix is green and sad, and the yellow flower dew laughs deeply. -Yan's "Partridge Day, Nine Days of Sad Autumn"
Forty-seven, falling red is not heartless, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers. -Gong Zizhen's "Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems"
Forty-eight, sigh this person, depressed. -Li Bai's Zhang Huaizi Square under the Pipa Bridge
Forty-nine, no one can untie it, because the wind flies over the roses. —— Huang Tingjian, "Where is Qingping Lechun"
Fifty, a foreign land meets Tanabata, and the hotel is beneficial. -Meng Haoran's Tanabata in a Foreign Land
Fifty-one, more cold food tears, want to rise the tide of smelting city. -Wang Anshi's Cold Food in Chen Chen
Fifty-two, the journey of tobacco is a journey of sadness. -Shi Dazu's Partridge Day, There is a Pregnant Woman on Weixian Road.
Fifty-three, a trickle of spring water points to dusk, and there is nowhere to stop. -Shi Dazu's Stay in Spring, Flowers Bloom in Yongmei.
Fifty-four, a carefree sadness, thinking that the painting is ugly. -Liu Yong's "Tail Offense, Night Rain Drips Empty Order"
55. The Ming Dynasty was a lonely ship, and I was worried about seeing the wine curtain in He Qiao. -Dou Shuzhi's "Summer Night Cousin Nostalgia"
Fifty-six, rinspeed combs her hair, and her sorrow is like snow. -Li Bai's "Farewell"
Fifty-seven, I still hate the east wind boring, but also blowing misty rain and dark dusk. -Zhang Wei's Mo Mei
Fifty-eight, the world is infinite, and it is impossible to draw a sad picture. -Gao Chan's "Looking at Jinling Evening"
Fifty-nine. Go to Mochow Palace and party there all night. -Li Shangyin's Untitled, Deep in Mochow Hall
Sixty, flying swallow, meet a stranger? Stir up spring worries like catkins. -Feng Yansi's "Where to Go in a few days"
Sixty-one, speechless, idle Qin Zheng, tears full of jagged geese. -Lv Wei's "Brothel Spring Festival Evening"
Sixty-two, just looking at the distance in a hurry, hanging trees early without worry. -Shi Dazu's "Eight Returns, Autumn River with Rain"
Sixty-three, a green tree is sad, it has been in the hatred of several people. -Bai Juyi's "Green Gate Willow"
Sixty-four, don't waste the east wind blowing tears. -Ouyang Xiu's "Jade Case, How many spring affairs in a year"
Sixty-five, laurel leaves have not been painted for a long time, and the makeup is still in tears. -Jiang Caiping's "Xie Ci Zhu Zhen"
However, ask her for this song and use the first few words of this song to see how she tries to hold back her tears. -Zhang Hu's Gong Ci of "Thousands of Miles from Home"
Sixty-seven, the door is deep in sleepwalking, and the sunset is speechless. -Wu Wenying's "Huanxisha, Sleepwalking in the Flowers"
Sixty-eight, the west wind well leaves first worry. -Wu Wenying's "Autumn Love in Huanxisha"
Sixty-nine, sad old friends go, snubbing new poems. -Li Taihou's "Han Gong Chun Mei"
Seventy, maple night apes worry about self-destruction, female Romanian invited. -Li Shangyin's Chu Palace
Seventy-one, a little sorrow becomes a green eyebrow. -Yan Dao Ji "Don't worry about the flowers in Nanxiangzi"
Seventy-two, full of blood and tears, it's sad to go home after the chaos. -Gao Qi's "Send Chen Xiucai back to the Tomb of Shashang Province"
In seventy-three, I went to Qiu Lai in the spring, and my heart was drunk. -Ouyang Jiong, A Cloud in Wushan, Going to Qiu Lai in Spring.
Seventy-four, looking at Belo City, I feel sad. -Cao Cao's Autumn Building
Seventy-five, spotted bamboo branches, spotted bamboo branches, tears send acacia. -Liu Yuxi's "Xiaoxiang God Spotted Bamboo Branches"
Seventy-six, leisure and sorrow hate the new. -Xin Qiji's "Huanxisha Gao Zi Uncle Like Sushan Temple Play"
Seventy-seven, playing in the middle stream, once recalled tears. -Li's "Jiang Chengzi Pingsha Shallow Grass Meets Heaven"
Seventy-eight, bees don't understand people's sufferings, and Yaner doesn't understand people's worries. -Cheng Gai's "The Highest Building, Old Trouble"
Seventy-nine, it seems that it is not a flower, but a little bit is a tear. -Su Shi's "Shui Long Yin, Er Yun Zhang Zhifu Huayang Ci"
Eighty years old, who knows if he is still singing? Who will listen to me? ? . -Luo's "Yong"