Second, the wind blows the sky, just smile, don't worry.
Third, I remember once upon a time, a little east wind, the wind across the curtain, the eyebrows are sad.
Fourth, the moss mangrove forest under the steps, the rain is thin and the moon is sad.
Five, there are parallel knives in the air, and it is difficult to leave sadness.
Six, bananas do not show lilac festival, and the spring breeze in the same direction is different.
Seven, teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow, fall in love with stories, and talk about sorrow for adding new words —— Song Xin Qi Ji's "The Ugly Girl Shuboshan Road Middle Wall"
Eight, it is a place of falling red and falling flowers, remembering that the door was covered with pears that day and the lights were cut late at night.
Nine, the river will be more sad, straight and long.
Ten, the number of melancholy feelings in life, the moon is not always round, and spring is easy to get old.
XI. When will the Populus euphratica stop? Tears and sadness are broken first.
Twelve, looking for, barren, miserable. -Song Qingzhao "Slow Voice"
Thirteen, the fog is thick and the clouds are light, and it will always be sad, and God will be refreshed and destroy the golden beast.
Fourteen, I am worried about mulberry and spring, and I have a thick green on my eyebrows.
Spring is a rainy day. It hurts to think of the past.
Sixteen, a teacher shows his real name, who is good for a thousand years-Song Luyou's book Anger
17. The water is still flowing, although the sword is broken, it is even more worrying to raise a glass to dispel the sorrow-Tang Libai's "Shu Yun, the official of Xuanzhou Xie Tiao Building"
Eighteen, I look forward to the spring return, and the spring return is even more vacant.
19, 10 Feel the dream of Yangzhou and win the name of a brothel-Tang Dumu's Farewell.
Twenty or a hundred years of sadness, I'm drunk.
Twenty-one, white hair three thousands of feet, sorrow is like a beard. This time, what a sad sentence.
Twenty-two, moving sorrow, blue sky and yellow land, who will find two places.
Twenty-three, the color enters the tall building, and some people are worried upstairs.
Twenty-four, he brought the sadness of spring, but he didn't understand where the sadness would go.
Twenty-five, Yokooka overlooking the river, far away Wan Li sorrow hall.
Twenty-six, on a frosty night, Jiang Feng's fisherman fell asleep.
Twenty-seven, this feeling can not be removed, only under the eyebrows, but in the heart-Song Qingzhao's "A Piece of Plum"
Twenty-eight, people say that willow leaves are like frowning, and they are more worried like willow silk.
Twenty-nine, everlasting, everlasting; One day, both of them will end, and this endless sadness will continue forever-Don Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow.
Thirty, I'm afraid the grasshopper boat in Shuangxi can't bear much worry.