Write ancient poems about sadness and tears

Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi·Dreams on the Night of the Twentieth Day of the First Month of Yimao"

Ten years of life and death are so vast that they cannot be forgotten without thinking about them. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, nowhere to say desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.

At night, I suddenly returned home with a deep dream, and I was dressing up outside the small window. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.

The beauty rolls up the red curtain and has deep eyebrows. But seeing wet tears, I don’t know who I hate. ——Li Bai

Mrs. Xi, Wang Wei of Tang Dynasty

Don’t let yourself be favored by the current times, or you will forget the kindness of the past.

Looking at the flowers brings tears to the eyes, I don’t agree with the words of the King of Chu

The jade face is lonely and full of tears, and a pear blossom carries spring rain. Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow"

Looking at each other with tears in his hands, he was speechless and choked. ——Liu Yong

Who cried the most in the audience? Sima Jiangzhou’s green shirt was wet. Bai Juyi's "Pipa Play"

Whenever I lean on the virtual guise, my tears will dry under the double light. "Moonlight Night" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

In the past, there were waves of tears, but now they are a fountain of tears. "Long Love" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

Thinking of the long journey of heaven and earth, I shed tears with sadness. "Taiwan Song of Dengyouzhou" by Chen Zi'ang of the Tang Dynasty

I point to Liu Kezhuang of the Song Dynasty

The voice can be made to smile, but the color can't hide the cry.

The selfless joy and anger of the saint can be seen in punishing and punishing.

Yulou Chun, Song Dynasty, Yan Shu

The red curtain is halfway under the incense seal. In February, the east wind urged Liu Xin. The lute is by the side and I am thinking. The parrot is in front of me and I don’t want to ask questions. After the death of Jinghong, there will be separation and hatred. The long red sun makes you sleepy due to wine. I don’t know where my heart is, and I can’t express my feelings with tears in my eyes.

"Seven Sorrow Poems"

Era: Wei and Jin Dynasty Author: Wang Can

Border towns make people feel sad, and I personally changed them in the past.

The ice and snow cut into the skin, and the wind blew endlessly.

No one can be seen for hundreds of miles, but no one can care about the vegetation.

Climb the city to look at the pavilion and watch the fire, and the garrison flag is flying gracefully.

The traveler ignores the opposite and goes out to say goodbye to his family.

There are many disciples and prisoners, and I cry endlessly.

The world is full of paradise, what is Jiuliuzi?

Polygonum worms don’t know their pungency, so don’t consult them when they come and go.