The ancient poems describing upset are as follows:
1. Thousands of sails passing by are not the same, the slanting light and the flowing water are long.
2. There is no way to be ecstatic. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
3. Don’t be sad and resentful. Silence is better than sound at this time.
4. I will never regret it as my clothes become wider. It makes people feel haggard because of Yixiao.
5. Searching and searching, deserted and miserable.
6. Holding hands and looking at each other's tearful eyes, I was speechless and choked. The thought went away, thousands of miles away, and the dusk mist fell deep in the sky.
7. Young people don’t know the feeling of sorrow, so they fall in love with the upper floors; if they fall in love with the upper floors, they forcefully describe their sorrow in order to compose new words. Now that I have fully realized the feeling of sadness, I want to talk about it, but I still want to stop. I want to talk about it endlessly, but I say that the weather is cool and it has been a good autumn.
8. Spring turns into sorrow and rain. Thinking about the romantic past makes me sad.
9. It’s better to go home when Zigui cries. The saying is that people who return in spring have not returned, and they have become more and more haggard for a few days. The willow catkins are fluttering, and there is no news of the fish and geese in the spring. Only two swallows are seen fighting with mud in their mouths.
10. When it is extremely light, you will know that the flowers are more beautiful, and when you are sad, you will find that the jade has no trace.
11. The plantains do not show their lilac knots, but they face the same spring breeze and have their own worries.
12. The white hair is three thousand feet, and the fate is as long as the worry.
13. A hundred years of sorrow have passed, and all the feelings have come to me.
14. In September, the roots are broken and the grass leaves are scattered on three sides. Horses in the wind and dust change color, and swords in frost and snow are clothed. The guest is worried about the gloomy night, and he is riding home with a letter from the side. Upstairs, Yinqin Feng also meets Chunhui.
15. Now I am listening to the rain at the foot of the monk’s house. There are stars on the temples. Joys and sorrows are always ruthless. Before the first term, every step until dawn.
16. The mist is thick, the clouds are dark, and the day is endless, and the golden beast disappears.
17. I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day without seeing you, and drink water from the Yangtze River every day. When will this water stop, and when will this hatred end? I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love.
18. Lonely in the deep boudoir, every inch of my heart is full of sorrow. Cherish that spring is gone, what time will the flowers rain?
19. Asking you how much sorrow you can have is like a river of spring water flowing eastward.
20. However, poets are often unlucky, and they are no match for the emperor.
21. There are endless tears of lovesickness and red beans thrown away, and endless spring willows and spring flowers fill the painting building.