A poem about troubles 1. A poem describing troubles
Incorrect name (Hagrid) Hagrid Von Cuo.
Fisherman, get off the net and stop. Will teach words every day in the imperial city.
Let me go home in the middle of the season. The dragon king sent word.
Thinking of you here. Thousands of degrees.
Crabs are most worried, and catfish are particularly worried. The decline of seeing a doctor (traveling on land) is multiplied by diseases, and the situation is complicated, accompanied by anxiety, dizziness and fatigue.
The doctor who came to see the doctor this morning saw that the speechless illness was gone, and the pulse came like a spring, which was unpredictable. When you are introspective, you should not believe in medicine.
Don't be tempted to raise your spirits, life and death are good. Dong (Lu Ji) is breezy.
Soft strips of cloth hung in the shade of the tree. Pigeons brush their feathers to find each other.
Cang Geng made a sound. I felt sad at that time.
The sun and the moon chase each other. Wan Li was lost for several years.
Everyone moved from Ran Ran to the west. Never return it when it is full.
Generous and lovely, sad. I used to be a carefree teenager.
I often travel by candlelight. What can you ask for?
I know there's a reason for this. But last year.
There is no doubt that prosperity is inherent in decline. The night is endless.
Why not drive in time? Chat happily and be happy forever.
What is this legacy? It is safe to live in the world.
If you eat, drink and be merry in time. There are many times, so there are many endings.
Worry is the wrong expression. Old line and sigh.
Qin Quge Ci Hu Jia 18 beats (still flowing) The Han family will decline, and it is difficult for four foreigners to fight. I'm sorry for my parents giving birth to me. It's really a big scene.
The screen window has nothing to do with the mirror, which means that the bead curtain can cover the body. Once when Lu rode into China, he met the pale yellow of the conference semifinals everywhere.
Suddenly, I turned my back on my bad luck. Unfortunately, the beautiful scenery disappeared with the dust. (the first shot) I'm going out of the domain soon, and I'll die if I'm tired of living.
Whether it is human or not, the anger of jackals is unbearable. Tianshan Mountain is full of frost and graupel, and the local conditions near Hu State are depressed.
In Wan Li, birds don't fly, and cold sand has no north and south. (The second beat) If the prisoner is in prison, he has nothing to worry about.
Let your strength linger, eat meat and drink blood. I would rather die than be a wife.
I have long been exhausted by moths, and my body is empty, sad, weak and soft as water. (The third beat) Who remembers the length of mountains and rivers? Where is the end of the world?
Being frightened and not energetic, I didn't feel that the wind and frost damaged the color. Dreams come and go at night, passing around, hazy.
It's been a long Hu-day, but obviously, Han Heyue should know each other. (the fourth beat) the water head leaves the grass to sit, and the wind blows the clothes.
Sheep fat hair is not combed, and the fur collar of the lamb is still there. The fox's collar and sleeves are full of fishy smell and lie down all day and night.
Tents don't settle when they move, and the sun and the moon are too long to pass. It's strange that spring is not long and there are no flowers and willows in the middle of the lake.
It's upside down, but now I'm watching Beidou in the south. My name and information can't be passed in, and I often keep my mouth shut all day after the year.
Right or wrong? Words are not as good as hands. (The sixth beat) Men and women bring bows and arrows, and Semafan sheep lie on the frost graupel.
How can you be free? You don't want to drag out an ignoble existence and beg for death. Qiuci listened sadly, and the broken leaves complained at night.
There are no clouds in Wan Li in the evening, and my hometown is worth meeting again. (The seventh beat) Recalling the past, private people are proud and petite, learning from rare birds to tame.
Now I have abandoned my hometown and regretted putting Lin Biao first. The new moon is chilly, and the Milky Way is sparse.
I miss going home one day. I am like a caged bird. (The eighth beat) On the same day, Su Wu Khan asked, saying it was a message from Hong Bin.
Learn the book "Pricking Blood" written by him, which is full of hatred. A young man with a beard can walk fast, but he can shoot arrows with a bow and fly far and near.
So the geese turned to be afraid of people, and there was no way to reach them between square inches. I hate humiliation and disgust, I hate Hu-day, I hate Hu-day.
Born Hu Er wanted to give up the donation, and the mother and son fell in love. Different looks, different love and hate, but their hearts are often attached to each other.
Sooner or later, it's better to raise your hand and not pity each other. The sun and the moon are facing each other, and the stars are looking forward to Sunday.
There is no winter and no summer, and the frozen grass withers for a year. There is a new moon in Han Jiazi, and there is a sky in the sky.
Hongyan came and went several times, and the heartbroken toad lost the last contact. (the eleventh beat) A broken bottle falls into a well forever, and there is no turning back in my hometown.
Ning Zhiyuan asked the name, and Chinese sounds good. The dream soul went to the countryside several times and turned into deep sorrow after falling asleep.
Now the fruit is a dream, and happiness is better than sadness. (beat 12) Hu Jia's beat 18 and beat 3 (Shang Liu) are like prisoners in prison, with nowhere to talk.
Make the knife cut hair, eat meat and drink blood. I would rather die than be a wife.
I have long been exhausted by moths, and my body is empty, sad, weak and soft as water. Miscellaneous Poems (Five of Twelve Poems) (Tao Yuanming) Recalling that when I was young, I was happy without music.
I am eager to escape from all over the world. I am in Philip Burkart. With the passage of time, my heart has gone a little bit.
There is no entertainment when you are happy, and you often worry. Physical strength is gradually declining, and turning over to sleep is even worse.
I can't live on a boat for a moment. What's the future? Unknown anchorage.
The ancients cherished an inch of yin, which was daunting. Ru Miao and Wang Zhongyi (Wang Anshi) Your water is dangerous and your people are sick.
Either the birds are full, or the apes are together. Women are ashamed to cover their chests, while men are big and wide.
If you drink water, you will have difficulty spitting words. It's a pity that Du Yu has heard about it in the coffin.
Wu Xuan, the brain trust of Qin people, hangs the dog's neck. (Zuo San Tian You San Tian) (Left and Right Ghosts) Chang, Ding An,.
You just want to look up at the sky, but you dare not look down at the well. With the deepening of the years, it offends the wind and frost.
Although disgust knows itself, who will cut it? Not only ashamed to look in the mirror, but also worried about hanging shadows.
Treat annoying sheep internally, and waste needles and glumes externally. Flowing south in Muyue, it's delicious.
This sincerity is useless and there is no screen. The swollen toilet has a bloated head and a different roof.
It's hard to show your face, but you can show off with the fetus. The fairy is in Ru Shou, and the stone is carved with a golden dome.
Although it tastes ugly and lovely, it will be repaired on the day of Fatwa. The local conditions dare not change, and the morning light is weak, which is worrying.
It is not difficult to ask a famous city if you want to worship in person. Hang Jinsuo (anonymous) has no worries.
Lonely clouds and wild cranes are at ease. In the grass temple, reading golden books at leisure.
Outside the window, it is a nymph, a mountain and a bamboo. The moon and the breeze are worthy of being companions.
Suhuishan Temple (Wang Wuling) visited the ancient temple in autumn, with green hills in autumn. Go boating down the rock valley and worship Jinxiantang.
There are cold springs flowing down and rare birds flying up. The stone gate spits the bright moon, and the bamboo is bright.
The river sank in the middle of the night, but Wen Song returned home. Out of the dust, troubles have been forgotten.
Candle Shadow Shakes Red (Wang Zhe) Candle Shadow Shakes Red, Dark Beads Tears Like Words. Ruthless can't afford a career, but it can make me realize.
I advise you not to worry. I met them on the same day, and finally in the south.
Open your eyes, straighten your mind and face Joan Road to the east.
Really idle, water clouds swim into the sunset. The end of the world is the early stage, and we can stop here.
Waiting for Master Mingming. Explain the mysterious yarn and the portal of longevity.
In the rosy clouds, Penglai appeared and went with it.
2. Sad poems
1. One lovesickness, two leisure worries. -Song Qingzhao's "A Piece of Plum"
The same idea, both of them are disappointed.
It's dusk, and it's stormy. -Song Lu You's "Bu Operator"
There is a broken bridge outside the post station, and the plum blossoms bloom alone, and no one asks. Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, sad enough, but destroyed by wind and rain.
3. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness tell more in silence than in voice. -Don Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip
Like another kind of sadness and hatred secretly breeds; At this time, it is more touching than the sound.
4. When the color enters a tall building, someone upstairs is sad. -Tang Li Bai's Bodhisattva Man
The distant forest smoke waves stretch like textiles, and the mountains in autumn are like clothes and sad green. Twilight entered the boudoir, and someone was upstairs alone.
Bananas don't show lilac festival, and the spring breeze in the same direction is sad. -Tang Li Shangyin's "Gift"
The banana's heart has not yet unfolded, and the buds of lilacs are clustered like knots; It is also the spring breeze, and the two are United in different places, and they are all worried about not meeting each other.
6. If you keep cutting, you will be confused, that is, separation. It's not just the general taste. -Don "Crying at Night"
Missing in my heart, I want to cut it off, but I don't stop. I want to tidy up, but it's messy. This kind of worry about divorce and missing is another taste in my heart now.
7. How much sadness can you have, just like a river flowing eastward. -Don Young Beauty
Ask how much you can worry about. My troubles are like the river flowing eastward in spring.
8. Worry is endless, and the distance is like spring water. -Song Ouyang Xiu "Walking on the Sand"
Going further and further, it is endless, just like an endless spring.
9. The bright moon building is lonely, and the wine turns into acacia tears. -Song Fan Zhongyan's "Plain Wood Covering"
The bright moon shines on tall buildings, so don't lean on it alone. Picked up the wine to wash the sorrow, but turned into acacia tears.
10. Just being by the river makes you burst into tears, full of worries. -Guan's "Jiangchengzi"
Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely and lightly, just like a dream. The rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, just like sadness is flying. Look at the gem-decorated curtains hanging on small silver hooks at will.
3. What are the poems describing "troubles"?
1. When will the poplar and green grass stop? Tears and sadness are broken first. -Qian's "Yu Lou Chun"
2, slaves are hard to come out, teach you compassion. -Li Yu's Bodhisattva Man
3, cutting constantly, the reason is still chaos, it is parting. Don't have a taste in my heart. -Li Yu's Crying at Night
4, are not Qian Fan, oblique pulse flowing water leisurely, heartbroken white frequency continent. -Wen "Jiangnan Dream"
5. Returning to your hometown before you get old must be heartbreaking when you get home. -Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva"
6, Xiao Xuan window, dress up. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears-Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi"
7. I often get sick within a day, and I don't care if I look at myself in the mirror. -Feng Yansi's "Magpie Tread"
Looking back in the dark is very desirable. Heritage is a double emerald. Ride an elephant, first carry people over the water. -Li Xun's "Nanxiangzi"
9. Holding an empty ribbon, I turned to hate Yiyi. -Li Yu's "Linjiang Xian"
10, talk too much, never ending feelings. Looking back, I said: I remember my blue silk clothes and pity the grass everywhere. -Niu Xiji's Life Checker
1 1, think of dragons, hate dragons, and don't stop until they return. Yueming people lean on the building. -Bai Juyi's "Sauvignon Blanc"
12, picking up all the cold branches refused to live, and lonely sandbar was cold. -Su Shi's "Bu Operator"
13, Chuke wants to listen to Yao's extravagant grievances, Xiaoxiang is in the moonlight at midnight. -Liu Yuxi's Xiaoxiang God
14, asking how much sadness you can have, just like a river flowing eastward. -Li Yu's Young Beauty
15, how many tears are hateful to lean on. -Jing Li's "Biography of Huanxisha"
4. Who knows this poem about sadness?
If you dream, you will always remember the sunset in Xiting, and you will never know where to go.
Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng. How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu.
It's like a dream. Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so a deep sleep didn't consume wine. Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there.
Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin, with a touch of red lips as a lonely boudoir, and an inch of sorrow touches the heart.
Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain. Leaning against the post is just not in the mood! Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken.
Click on crimson lips, swing, get up and adjust slender hands. Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe.
Seeing someone coming, socks shoveled away Jin Chai and left in shame. Looking back at the door, Wen Qingmei.
Don't make a cup of deep amber in Huanxisha, it will melt before you get drunk, and the evening wind will come. The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, the cold golden bun is loose, and the time and space are red to candlelight.
The idle window of Huanxi Shayuan is deep in spring, the heavy curtain is not heavy, and the leaning against the building can't match the lyre. In the distant mountains, the dusk is in a hurry, the wind is blowing and the rain is beating, and the shade is light. Pear blossoms are hard to thank.
Huanxisha is cold in spring, the jade stove is full of hookah, and the dream comes back to the mountain pillow to hide flowers. Swallows haven't come yet, so we are playing games on the grass. The willows are falling, and the plum blossoms are dying. In the evening drizzle, the swing in the garden will not swing.
Shaji in Huanxi hurts spring, and the wind falls on the courtyard at the beginning and evening of May, and the clouds are thin under the moon. Jade ducks smoke brains, Zhu Ying covers tassels, and rhinoceros also relieves cold. On the embroidered curtain of Huanxisha, the lotus flower smiled and leaned against the fragrant cheeks of Baoya, and its eyes were guessed.
On the one hand, it is full of charm, on the other hand, it is charming and hateful, giving you a deep affection. Complaining that it was too late to remove makeup, plum calyx got stuck in the branch.
When you wake up from alcohol, you will sleep in spring and your dreams will never return. People are quiet, the moon is whispering, and the green curtain is hanging.
It takes more time to remove the residual core, burn more incense and get more time. Bodhisattva returned to the flood and broke the residual rinspeed, and the snow in the back window fell straight into the furnace.
The phoenix at the bottom of the candle is bright, and the hairpin phoenix wins the lamp. The sound of the trumpet urges the morning light to drain, and the morning light belongs to the cow.
Flowers are ugly in spring, and the west wind keeps the old cold. Bodhisattva's wind is very soft, but it's still early spring, and at first glance it's a good mood.
I feel slightly cold when I sleep, and plum blossoms are on my temples. Where is my hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk.
Burning when lying in water, the fragrance will not disappear. Good things are close to the wind, flowers fall deep, and snow piles outside the curtain.
I remember for a long time that after begonia blooms, it is the season of hurting spring. The wine column sings jade and honors the sky, and the blue cylinder is dark and bright.
The soul dream is unbearable, miserable, and even more screaming. In the snow of Qingpingle every year, plum blossoms are often drunk, so they are all removed, and it is impossible to win tears all over the clothes! I lived in a remote place when the plum blossoms were in bloom this year, and my ears were short and thin.
Look at the plum blossom blown by the night wind, and it is probably hard to see its gorgeous. Recalling Qin E's lofty position, the chaotic mountains and Ye Ping are thin and smoky.
The smoke is thin, the crow returns, and the horns are heard at dusk. The fragrance breaks off the evil feelings, and the west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall.
When the phoenix tree falls, it is still crisp and lonely in autumn. Who planted banana trees in front of the window where mulberry seeds were picked? Yin fills the atrium; Yin fills the heart and leaves warm the heart.
Sad pillow night rain, a little light rain; A little rain, worried about the loss of northerners, not used to listening! Spread the happy sand, rub the gold and cut into layers of jasper leaves. The spirit of grace, such as Yan Fu, is too bright.
Plum blossoms are heavy and vulgar, and cloves are bitter and rough. Smoked a thousand miles of dreams, but ruthless.
Spread out the Huanxi sand, get sick, have a noise in the sideburns, and lie down and watch the window screen break the moon. Boil cardamom into boiling soup, and you don't have to eat it in the spirit of tea.
Poetry and books on the pillow are idle, and the scenery in front of the door is good. I borrow more from people all day and spend more time with osmanthus. Wuling spring breeze has exhausted the fragrance of dust, and I am tired of combing my hair at night.
Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first. It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes.
I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried. Drunken flowers, thick clouds and fog, eternal sorrow, refreshing mind, golden beasts disappear.
Double Ninth Festival, lying in bed, in the middle of the night, the cold on my body has just been soaked. Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves.
Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju. In the southern song, the stars turn and the curtain on earth hangs.
Liangsheng's pillow was covered with tears. He took off his clothes and asked, What is night? The emerald lotus is small, and the golden lotus root leaves are thin. Old weather and old clothes, only feel different, hometown! Complain about the boundless wind on the Sun Lake, the autumn dusk, and the red fragrance.
Water, mountains and mountains are close to each other, inexhaustible, and infinite. Lotus seeds become old lotus leaves, green dew washing, apple flowers and plants.
The heron sleeping in Sha Ou didn't look back. It seemed annoying, but people came back early. Partridges rustling and locking windows are cold, and phoenix trees must hate frost at night.
Wine column prefers bitter tea, and dreams are broken. Autumn has passed, the days are still long, and Zhong Xuanhuai is even more desolate.
It's better to get drunk than to stay at a respectful distance from others. Don't be negative. The partridge is dark, the corpus luteum is soft, the affection is far away, and only the fragrance is left. Why light dark red? It's a first-class flower Plum envy, chrysanthemum should be ashamed, draw a column mid-autumn festival crown. Poets can be ruthless, but why didn't they receive it in those years? Jade Pagoda Red Plum Crisp Would You Like to Break Qiongya and Explore the South Branch? I don't know how long I have borrowed it, but I see it is infinite.
The Taoist priest is haggard, bored and unhappy at the bottom of the spring window. If you want to look down on it, come and rest. It may not be that there was no wind in the Ming Dynasty.
When Xiaoshan Spring arrived in Nagato, the spring grass was green, and some red plums were broken, but they were not blooming evenly. Take out the buttered tea in the cage, and the broken jade is crystal clear. I want to keep the morning dream, take a sip and surprise a cup of spring.
Many doors are set off one by one, and the sparse curtains penetrate the faint shadows. What a beautiful night. For the third time in two years, I am worthy. Come back and say that I want to have a good taste of the warm spring.
Linjiang Fairy Garden is deep, the fog pavilion often covers the cloud window, the plum calyx at the willow tip is gradually bright, and the spring returns to Liling Tree, making people old and healthy. I have a lot of feelings about the moon and singing about the wind. Now that I am old, I have accomplished nothing. Who is more miserable and haggard? I'm bored trying on the lamp, and I'm not in the mood to walk through the snow.
Linjiang Xianmeiyuan is a little deep, and the cloud window and fog pavilion spring festival evening is a gaunt injury for everyone. Just dream at night. It should be Nanzhi.
Jade thin sandalwood light infinite hate, south building Qiang tube Hugh blowing. Who knows that the fragrance is blown out and the warm wind comes late, so don't let the apricot flowers get fat.
Butterfly lovers is warm, sunny and windy, full of plum blossoms and full of spring. Who is in love with wine and poetry? Tears melt the powder and flowers are heavy.
At first, I tried to sew a shirt with gold thread. The pillow was inclined, which damaged the hairpin and the phoenix. With deep sadness alone and snuff at night, there is no good dream.
My sister was sent to Liangzhu Changle Pavilion, wet with tears and singing all over Qian Qian. The humanities mountain is long and the water is broken, and the rain is raining and lonely.
Farewell to the injury, never forget to leave, the wine is deep and the wine is shallow, so you can pass the book over the geese, and the east is far from Penglai. Butterfly lovers once told his relatives to stay up all night, having a little joy, dreaming of Chang 'an and knowing Chang 'an Road.
In order to report good spring scenery this year, the flowers and the moon should be photographed together. Although the casual cups and plates are sloppy, the wine is delicious and sour, which makes people pregnant.
Don't laugh when you are drunk, the poor are like spring. A piece of plum, red lotus root, fragrant residual jade autumn.
Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.
Bloom is full of flowers and flowing water. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. Fishermen proudly welcome the clouds, and the Milky Way wants to turn to Qian Fan dance; It's as if the dream soul belongs to the emperor, and I smell the sky and ask where I belong.
I reported it.
5. What are the poems about "sadness"?
1 "partridge wants to go upstairs" Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
If you want to go upstairs to avoid sadness, sadness will follow me upstairs.
My heart wanted to see the beautiful scenery upstairs to avoid my sadness, but my sadness followed me up the tall building.
2 "Drunken flowers, misty clouds, sorrow will last forever" Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
The mist is thick and the clouds are thick, and the days are sad. Kapoor is among the birds in the incense burner.
The mist is diffuse, the clouds are dense, the days are dull, and the borneol in the golden beast incense burner is dazzling.
3 "Spring Sorrow" Qing: Autumn
Spring sorrow is hard to vent, so I look at the distant mountains with strong spirits. The past is shocking and tears will flow down.
Spring worries are hard to get rid of, and I am forced to look at the distant mountains. The past was shocking and tears streamed down my face.
4 "Huanxisha Chao Fuyu is invincible" Qing: Nalan Xingde
Rainy days are full of cold worries, which can be returned to apricot flowers.
This continuous rain is like constant sadness. I vaguely remember that we visited the apricot garden last year.
5 "Ugly slave, nearly worried as the sky" Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
Recently, sadness seems to fall from the sky, so who can help each other? Who cares about each other? Create another day of sadness.
Recently, my sadness is as great as the sky. Who can understand and sympathize with me? No one can understand and sympathize with me, so I want to make sadness and pain as big as the sky.
6 "Midnight Song, How Can I Avoid the Sorrow and Hate of Life" Five Dynasties: Li Yu
How can we avoid the sadness and hate in life, and what is the limit of ecstasy!
How to avoid the sadness and hate in life? Only I am sad!
7 "Opening a Sad Song" Tang Dynasty: Li He
I am not proud of being twenty years old, and my heart is full of sadness and gratitude.
At the age of 20, my career was bumpy, I was not proud, and my heart was depressed like a withered Qiu Lan.
8 "Walking on the sand, fine grass is a worry for smoke" Song: Yan Shu
Fine grass worries about smoke, and flowers are afraid of dew.
The slender grass flutters in the wind, like plumes of smoke, which makes people worry, and the solitary flowers are afraid of dew.
9 "Into the Wine" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Five flower horses, Hsi Chin, give them to the boy in exchange for good wine. Whatever you want, sell eternal sorrow.
Call your children out and let them change wine. Let's get rid of this endless sadness!
10 Yongmei: Land Tour in Song Dynasty
Outside the bridge, the plum blossoms are lonely, no matter what. Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, already exhausted, but also subject to wind and rain.
Outside the translation station, the bridge was broken, and the plum blossom blossomed alone, and no one asked. Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, sad enough, but destroyed by wind and rain.
6. Poems expressing sadness
1, don't worry, the curtain rolls west, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
On the green spring day, I started to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine.
3, frosty night, Jiang Feng fishing and sleeping. ?
4. Things in spring are different from hackers as soon as they meet. So flowers leave new branches, and new tears fall on old clothes.
5. The mountain by the sea is like a sword, and Qiu Lai gives up his heart everywhere. ?
6, the rain is fine, regardless of hunger and cold. Take care of your clothes, look at your elbows, and look in the mirror for words.
7. Mo Tao always does nothing and writes alone at night.
8, the hotel cold lights sleep alone, what makes the guest heart turn sad.
9. How many worries can you have, just like a river flowing eastward. ?
10, it was far away the day before yesterday, and it turned gray yesterday. Want to know how Wan Li feels, just stay in bed for half a month.
1 1, the hand didn't climb the osmanthus, so it was still a banana; Climbing stairs is a sad tribute, looking at the sea and sky in the west.
12, I have sorrow in my heart. When the moon is bright, I will always follow you until Yelangxi.
13, when the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
14, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. ?
15, I'm afraid the ship can't carry much worry. ?
17, the Qingjiang River under the Yugu platform, how many pedestrians shed tears!
18 but since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with a sword, sadness will come back, although we drown them with wine. ?
19, it's hard to send and stay when you arrive, and stick to it until it's over in your heart. Pan Yue worried about the silk in his temple, and he frowned sadly.
20, Dongfeng evil, with fickle joy, a cup of sadness, a few years away.
2 1, flying red like the sea. ?
22. The singer's song is not over, and his sadness is increasing. Empty the post and pick the unintentional lamp.
23, every mountain home Wan Li, night to touch the guest sorrow. ?
24, hate is like spring grass, getting farther and farther.
7. Sad poems
1. Trembling with fear, treading on thin ice —— The Book of Songs Xiaoya Xiao Wen
2. Where were those lost times before me? Behind me, where are the future generations? I think there is no limit to heaven and earth, and there is no end. I am alone, and my tear drops-Don Chen Ziang is on the tower of Youzhou.
3. White hair and three thousands of feet, as long as sorrow-Tang Li Bai's Song of Autumn Pu
Our capital is full of nosy people, but you are lonely and poor-Don. Du Fu's Li Baimeng.
When people grow up, they hate water growing in the east-Nantang. Li Yu's "Meeting You".
6. How worried can Jun be? Just like a river flowing eastward-South Tang. The Mermaid by Li Yu >:>
7. Although the water is flowing, it is invulnerable, and it is even more worrying to raise a glass to dispel the sorrow-Tang Li Bai's Shu Yun, the official of Xuanzhou Xie Tiao Building.
8. Feel the dream of Yangzhou for ten years and get the name of a brothel-Tang Du Mu's Farewell
Year after year, she sewed gold thread on other girls' wedding dresses-Don Qin Taoyu's "poor girl".
10. And a moment that should last forever came and went unconsciously-Don Li Shangyin's "Jinse".
1 1. The earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day, both will end, and this endless sadness will continue forever-Tang Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow.
12. Silence is better than sound-Tang Juyi's Pipa Trip.
13. A teacher shows his real name, but after a thousand years, no one is equal-Song's book is angry.
14. Why does Qiangdi blame Yangliu? Spring breeze is just the Yumen Pass-Wang Tangzhihuan's Liangzhou Ci.
15. Mo Tao never dies, and people are thinner than yellow flowers-Song Liqing takes photos of Drunk Flowers.
16. Searching, cold and lonely, sad and sad-Song Li Qingzhao's slow voice.
17. I can't get rid of this feeling, but I frown, but I take it to heart-Song Liqing takes a photo of "A Piece of Plum"
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19. When people come to worry, they have nowhere to get together. It has nothing to do with feelings, but there is always sadness-Song and Huang Tingjian and reading The Too Real Story.
8. Poems about the disappearance of troubles
Go to Ma Rufei to enjoy flowers, and go to Ma Rufei to enjoy flowers. When the wine is weak, it is dusk when you wake up, and it is dusk when you wake up. -Su Shi (on Qin Guan)
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. -Du Fu ("Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"
Autumn came to the border town, the sound of the horn sounded, and the peaceful bonfire lit the bonfire. Sad songs hit the floor and lean on high wine. This is leisure!
Who can push away all the layers of twilight like the amorous Nanshan bright moon? The smoke from the kitchen near Baqiao Bridge and the beautiful scenery near Qujiang should stand in the moonlight, waiting for our army to recover lost ground and win. -Lu You (eye-catching)
Water looks like a beautiful woman's eyes, like a beautiful frown. If you want to ask pedestrians where to go, your eyebrows are shining.
Take the spring water and send you back. If you go to the south, you can catch up with spring, and you must keep the scenery of spring. -Operator