2. Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. 3, the wind has lived in the dust fragrant flowers, and I am tired of combing my hair at night.
Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first. 4, Mo Dao does not forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
5. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice. 6. The belt is getting wider and wider.
It's worth getting tired for my coquetry. 7, looking for, cold and clear, miserable.
8. Holding hands and looking at tears, I sobbed silently, thinking and thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, the twilight is heavy. 9. Lonely boudoir, gentle heart and sadness.
Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain. 10, how much sadness can there be, just like a river flowing eastward.
1 1 But since the water is still flowing, let's raise our glasses to drown our sorrows, even though we use swords. 12, I heard that Shuangxi is not bad in spring, and I plan to do canoeing.
I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried. 13, three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him, it's late in the wind? Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
14, white hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard. 15, if life is just like the first time, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan?
16, a teacher reveals his real name, which is almost the same for thousands of years. 17, if two feelings last for a long time, it is still a matter of time.
18, speechless and alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree is locked in the deep courtyard. 19, I have long compared my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon clears the canal.
20. Yellow flowers are everywhere. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? 2 1, suddenly looking back, that person was there, () the lights were dim.
22. Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow, and they say new words. 23, wine becomes sorrow, tears become acacia.
On the 24th, from Zhongtian to Qian Fan, the oblique light pulse is long. 25, the spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease, and you can see Chang' an flowers in one day.
26, Dongli wine after dusk, there is a dark fragrance full of 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.
27, autumn wind and autumn rain are embarrassing! 28. The passing clouds and smoke are scattered with the wind, and the golden top pine. On-off, on-off, on-off love in the world is fruitless.
All my thoughts fade away, and I only admire the monks in the world. I Buddha has compassion to save suffering, and I am willing to cross all beings in an empty door.
2. Poems describing sadness and helplessness.
1. I gave my heart to the moon, but the moon shone on the ditch!
2. Everything is wrong. Keep your eyes up and your eyebrows down. Raise your eyes, lower your eyebrows, and point to the silent tears.
The small building was easterly again last night, so my country couldn't bear to look back on the month.
4. Cochineal tears make people drunk and heavy, and natural people hate water when they grow up.
5. I want to talk to Yao Qin, but I have few intimate friends. Who will listen to a broken string?
6. once the sea was difficult for water, it was always amber.
7. Zhang Chao's leaves rotted in Xiwan, but bloom lost them, and the lotus seeds have not been returned. Dreams never leave the river, and people preach the phoenix mountain lang. But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows.
8. I can't get rid of this situation, I can only frown but mind!
9. Who knows that in this life, my heart is in Tianshan and I am always in Cangzhou.
10. At that time, the bright moon was there, and the colorful clouds returned.
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12. Now, I know the taste of sadness, and I want to talk about it. I want to say I'd better have a rest, but I said it's cold and autumn.
13. The wind blows the sky, just smile, don't worry.
14. The mountain by the sea is like a sword, and Qiu Lai cuts his heart everywhere.
15. Where do you synthesize sadness? Leave people's hearts to autumn.
16. Overlooking the river from Yokooka, I was worried about Wan Li in front of the Floating Life Hall.
17. Peaches and plums laugh at the festive season, and Noda wasteland is only sad.
18. If you keep cutting, you will still be confused. This is separation. Don't have a taste in my heart.
19. The threshold chrysanthemum worries about smoke and blue tears, the curtain is light and cold, and the swallows fly away.
20. The whole world is muddy. I am alone. Everyone is drunk and I wake up alone.
2 1. Hua Lin thanked Chunhong, but she was in a hurry and had to brave the cold rain and come to the wind.
22. What's it like to twist the autumn heart into ashes? What's it like to lie down and watch the piano score, but for whom?
23. The cycle of change has become a thing of the past, and the dignity of this mountain still commands the cold river.
24. Microwave hates the sea, and the moon is heartless.
3. Poems express sorrow 1, tears ask flowers without words, flying red over the swing.
2. Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
3, the wind has lived in the dust fragrant flowers, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
4, Mo Dao does not forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
5. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
6. The belt is getting wider and wider. It's worth getting tired for my coquetry.
7, looking for, cold and clear, miserable.
8. Holding hands and looking at tears, I sobbed silently, thinking and thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, the twilight is heavy.
9. Lonely boudoir, gentle heart and sadness. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.
10, how much sadness can there be, just like a river flowing eastward.
1 1 But since the water is still flowing, let's raise our glasses to drown our sorrows, even though we use swords.
12, I heard that Shuangxi is not bad in spring, and I plan to do canoeing. I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried.
13, three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him, it's late in the wind? Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
14, white hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard.
4. What poems describe extreme sadness? 1, the wind blew all the fragrant flowers, and I was tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first. -From Song Dynasty: Wuling Spring Festival Evening by Li Qingzhao
Interpretation of the vernacular: the annoying wind and rain stopped, and all the flowers on the branches fell, only the dust stained with flowers had a slight fragrance. Looking up, it's already high, but I still don't want to freshen up. Spring goes and summer comes, but flowers fall in bloom. Only sad people and sad things make me sad. When I think about this, I will burst into tears before I speak.
2. Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. -From the Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao's "A Piece of Plum, Lotus Root Fragrance, Residual Jade in Autumn"
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: the lotus flower has been disabled, the fragrance has disappeared, and the cold and slippery bamboo mat is full of autumn. Gently take off the silk skirt and lie on the bed alone. Looking up at the distant sky, where white clouds are rolling, who will send the brocade book? It's time for the geese to line up and return to the south line by line. The moonlight is bright and soaking, and the lonely pavilion in the west is full.
3, the drizzle dreams back to the chicken, and the small building blows through the cold. You hate a few tears, leaning against the bar. —— From the Five Dynasties: Li Jing's "Passing Huanxi Sand and Selling Fragrant Leaves"
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: drizzling, the dream is far beyond the Great Wall. Lengsheng's voice echoed in the small building with sobs. Think of old friends, lean on the bar with tears, and embrace endless bitterness.
4, who read the west wind alone cool, rustling yellow leaves close the window, nostalgic for the sunset. —— From the Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde's "Who Read the West Wind and Cool Alone in Huanxisha"
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Who misses the lonely feelings when the autumn wind blows cold? Watching the yellow leaves dancing to cover the window, standing in the sunset, recalling the past.
5, now I know that I was wrong, and I feel sad. Red tears stole down, full of spring breeze. -From the Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde's "Picking Mulberry, Wrong at that Time"
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: now I know that I was wrong at that time. My heart is desolate and confused, tears fall silently, and all I see is the spring breeze, but things are different from before.
The more poems describing sadness, the better. The poem describing sadness is 1. Peach blossoms flow deep in thousands of feet, so it's better for Wang Lun to send me love. The cycle of change has become a thing of the past, and the dignity of this mountain still commands the cold river. 3. There has been infinite sadness recently. Who has more say? Give education, the green window is full of red tears, and the early geese and early warblers. 4. Autumn flowers are bleak, autumn grass is yellow, and Qiu Guang is long. Our capital is full of nosy people, but you are lonely, helpless and poor. 6. White hair is as long as three thousands of feet. 7. Put the wine behind the east fence at dusk, with faint fragrance and sleeves. I can't let it go, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. 8. The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is it frosty already? . Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? 10, under the east fence of chrysanthemum picking, leisurely see Nanshan. 1 1, I don't care about the rest, but I trust you and am angry. 12, solar terms are clear, peaches and plums laugh, and Noda wasteland is only sad. 13, I'm human. Song Yu was so sad! 15, a curtain of autumn rain, maple leaves all over the city, lonely pillow sleepless! Hope to adopt it in time.
6. Poems expressing sadness should be meaningful. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows.
Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears.
Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.
Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark?
Autumn wind and autumn rain are worrying!
Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Teenagers don't know the taste of trouble, and they are worried about giving new words.
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.
Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.
7. All the ancient poems about sadness have been unfolded.
There are many kinds of sadness.
How much sadness can you have? It's just a river flowing eastward.
But I looked at my hometown, and the twilight was getting thicker, and the mist of sadness was filled on the river waves.
There is always a traitor in power, like covering the sky, and Chang' an is depressed when he can't see it.
Hua Lin thanked Chunhong. What a hurry! Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late. When do you still have a heavy drink when you are in tears? Natural people hate water when they grow up!
Red crisp hands, yellow wine, mancheng spring willow. East wind evil in a bad mood, depressed mood, has been separated for several years. No! No! No! Spring is as old as ever, people are empty and thin, and tears are red and sad; Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books, Mo! Mo! Mo!
The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, 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.
The key is that I don't know what kind of sadness the landlord wants to write.
There is no hurdle in life, only the hurdle of going back. I hope the landlord has a good time.
8. Poems with sentimental feelings are far away, and sorrow is at the end of the world.
Farewell, Mo Wen, a leisurely gentleman, infinitely true.
Love is stronger than wine, which makes people thin. Love is not as good as willow on the east wall, and spring scenery remains the same year after year.
There should be no hate. When will it grow round?
Sauvignon Blanc is like a memory, but short acacia is infinite.
Try to put yourself in each other's shoes. When you feel hurt, it is very likely that he was hurt.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
There is nothing I can do to eliminate this situation, but I frown to my heart.
The missed years bloom in the desert in the north, but they are deserted in the spring and summer of reincarnation.