1. The sorrow of losing a partner should be Su Shi < Jiangchengzi > For the most: ten years of life and death, not thinking, unforgettable. Thousands of miles away in a lonely grave, there is nowhere to talk about desolation.
even if we meet, we should not know, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are frosty.
at night, I dream and suddenly return home. Xiao Xuan window, dressing.
caring for each other is silent, only a thousand lines of tears.
it is expected that the annual heartbroken place: moonlit night, short matsuoka. Li Shangyin < Untitled > It's also a masterpiece.
2. The sadness of missing. When traveling by land, Tang Wanzhi <; Hairpin phoenix > For the most, it destroys the liver and makes people cry: Lu You: red crisp hands, yellow wine, and spring willows in the city;
dongfeng evil, with a weak sense of joy,
a feeling of sadness, a few years apart,
wrong, wrong, wrong.
Spring is the same, people are thin and empty, and tears are red and full of tears;
Peach blossoms fall, and the pool is idle.
Although the Mountain League is there, it is difficult to entrust the brocade book.
Mo, Mo, Mo.
Tang wan: the world is thin and human feelings are evil, and flowers are easy to fall in the evening when the rain sends them;
the breeze is dry, and tears are left.
It's difficult, difficult, and difficult to express one's thoughts and talk alone.
Every man becomes his own man, but today is not yesterday, and the sick soul tastes like a thousand ropes;
the horn is cold, the night is dim,
I am afraid of being asked, and I pretend to be happy with my tears,
I hide, hide, hide.
3. Sorrow of homesickness: Poems by Du Fu: though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure, and spring comes green again to trees and grasses. Sad state, can not help but tears burst into tears, the birds stunning, the grief of parting hate. The war has lasted for more than half a year, the letter from home is rare, and a hundred and thousands of gold. Melancholy winding, scratching head thinking, the more scratched the white hair, it is almost impossible to insert a hairpin.
4. The sadness of losing the country: Huang Zunxian's "Give Ren Liang's parents the same year"-inch by inch of mountains and rivers, inch by inch of gold, who will be responsible for the separatist forces, Du Fu will worship the heavens and tears again, and the guard will never stop filling the sea.
Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Dingyang River"-once hard work comes, there are few stars around. The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and the life experience is ups and downs. Fear beachhead says fear, and there is a sigh in the ocean. Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a heart to shine on history.
5. Desperate sadness: Xiang Yu-"Gaixia Song"
Make great efforts to stir up the mountains and inspire the world. Bad times never die.
I can't help it if it doesn't die! I'm afraid I'm afraid I can't do anything!
6. where will you go's sorrow: Jing Ke sang, "The wind is rustling and the water is cold, and the strong man will never return."
7. Sadness of helplessness: <; Palace > Yuan Zhen
in the faded old imperial palace, peonies are red, but no one comes to see them.
the ladies-in-waiting have grown white-haired, debating the pomps of Emperor Xuanzong.
8. The sorrow of moaning without illness: Yulinling Liu Yong
is cold and mournful, and it is late for Changting, and the shower begins to rest. There is no mood in all the accounts, and you will miss the place, and the blue boat will destroy your hair. Holding hands looked at each other, tears in eyes, until finally there was no words, a thousand words choking on the throat can not say. Thinking about it, thousands of miles of smoke, the twilight is heavy and chutiankuo.
Affectionate feelings hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more worthy of being neglected in the autumn festival. Where do you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan, the evening breeze and the waning moon. This is a long time, the people who fall in love are not together, I expect even to meet the good weather, good scenery, as in name only. Even though there are thousands of customs, who can I talk to
9. The sadness of homesickness: Fisherman's pride (Qiu Si)
Fan Zhongyan
The scenery in Qiu Lai is different. Hengyang geese went unnoticed. The four sides are connected with each other. Thousands of miles. Long smoke and sunset, isolated city closed.
a glass of turbid wine is home to Wan Li. Yan ran did not return to nothing. Qiang Guan is covered with frost. People are sleepless. The general has white hair and tears.
1. Sorrow of feelings: Lin Daiyu (Cao Xueqin) is extremely "sad" in every word. She is homesick and sentimental, but a young lady who stays at home can only use flowery words, but the content is much vague: A Dream of Red Mansions
Flowers are flying all over the sky, but who has pity when the red disappears and the fragrance breaks?
The hairspring is soft and floats in the spring pavilion, and the falling catkins lightly touch the rural curtain.
The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the twilight of spring, full of sadness and nowhere;
hoe the flowers out of the country curtain with your hands, and keep stepping on them.
Willows and elm pods come from wheatgrass. No matter whether peaches float in Li Fei or not,
peaches and plums will bloom again next year. Who knows next year?
in March, the fragrant nest was first built, and the swallow in the beam was too heartless;
next year, although flowers and hair can be pecked, it's impossible for people to go to the empty nest.
36 days a year, the wind, the sword and the frost are pressing each other hard;
when can you be bright and beautiful, once you wander, you can't find it.
It's easy to see flowers bloom, but hard to find them. Worrying in front of the steps will kill those who bury them.
I stole the flower hoe and shed tears, but I saw blood stains on the branches.
The cuckoo is speechless. It's dusk, and the hoe returns to cover the heavy door.
The green light shines on the wall, and people are sleeping for the first time, but thewindow is not warm!
it's twice as bad to blame? Half for pity and half for annoyance.
pity for spring suddenly turns to annoyance and turns to silence.
I heard a sad song outside the court last night. Do you know if it is a flower soul or a bird soul?
the soul of a flower bird is always hard to stay, and the bird is ashamed of itself without words.
May Nong have wings on this day and fly to the end of the sky with the flowers.
at the end of the day, where is the fragrant hill?
if you don't have a trick, you can hide the wind with a handful of pure land.
the quality is clean when it comes, and it is clean when it goes.
I'm dead and buried today, and I don't know when Nong will die!
The person who buried the flowers today is stupid. He knows who it was when he buried the flowers!
Let's see that the residual flowers in spring are gradually falling, which is when the beauty dies of old age.
no sad songs for me, I don't know when flowers fall and people die!
My opinion is welcome to communicate.