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 are 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 pine is loose. 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. Tragic and tragic poem Nalan Rong Ruo and appreciation of his ci are for you: Hua Tangchun won two ecstasy in his life for two generations.
Acacia does not face each other, who is spring? Begging from the blue bridge is easy, but rushing into the blue shipwreck. If you allow me to visit Oxford, I will forget my poverty relatively.
This word is the representative of Rong Ruo's description of love. The person you love no longer belongs to you, even if you miss each other, you are not helpless in the end.
There are many obstacles in the way of love. If you can get this feeling, you will sacrifice everything you want. ) who reads the west wind alone in Huanxisha, and the yellow leaves close the window.
Thinking about the past and the future, the sun sets. Sleeping soundly after drinking, gambling books have been scented with tea.
At that time, only Tao was ordinary. (I like the sentence "Only pottery was unusual at that time", which is dull with invisible pain.
The west wind blows, the yellow leaves fall, how lonely, and my thoughts return to the past. In the past, the scene was very ordinary, and ordinary things were gone. That kind of beauty can only be found in memories. )
On the third night, the plum flute has fallen, and no one knows where the moon is. I am a melancholy guest in the world, I know what you are crying about, and I remember my life in a heartbreaking voice.
("I remember my life in the voice of heartbroken" can be said to be the crowning touch of this word. Do people need fame and fortune in their life? Melancholy is because what is needed is not material. Who can understand this? Looking back on life, no one understands that what is in his heart is the most painful. )
At dusk, Yu Meiren listened to ChengTouJiao again, and was in a bad mood. The initial boiling of the medicine furnace is short and green, and there is no lingering fragrance and half a trace of annoyance.
Affectionate since ancient times, the original disease, clear mirror cherish clear shadow. With a flick of a finger, tears fell like silk, and the Central Committee and Dongfeng Hugh sent jade people to know.
There was another war in the frontier, but I fell ill at this time. I really want to send a letter home, but I'm afraid my family, especially her, will worry. If she knew she was ill, would her delicate body stand it? I would rather suffer alone than let the people I love worry about me. ) the dream of the mountain is over, and the spring mountain is reflected in the mirror.
Fang regretted being too careless in the past and took a casual look. Pei Huan should only return to the moon. What's the point of sending her to this world?
How many drops of residual red wax tears, when will it dry? I like the sentence "I want to talk, my dream is over". Many things in the world are unclear and unclear. This sentence brings out the heaviness of the whole word. The person you love is not around you, and you will never forget your eyebrows, and your heart is infinitely melancholy. Only the candle in front of the stage knows your mind. )
The wind floc of Hanako has turned into a flat, and the mud lotus is just a thousand lotus roots; Be careful not to burn a clove of incense and remember the past life. People feel sentimental and thin, and now they really regret it; Looking back at heartbroken, tears steal zero.
My former feelings are past tense, but I have been struggling with them. Perhaps the influence of this feeling is too deep, and it has been integrated with itself at the moment and will never be forgotten.
I feel great pain at the thought of the past. ) Where is Nanxiangzi Quenching Wu Gou? This is a barren city with a flowing pillow.
It used to be a dragon battlefield, and it was chilly. The grass is covered with frost, and the autumn wind is everywhere.
Think of yourself as idle, and you will always grow old together. Don't change your youth and be young.
How many heroes only waste mountains. This word is full of tragic feelings. How many heroes only waste mountains? What about the prince and the prince? They are tired of worldly fame and fortune. It's just a waste of youth. Time flies. Do you still want to pursue this fleeting achievement? Recalling Su Shuanglin Buddhist Temple in the south of the Yangtze River, I feel exhausted and the monk is incomplete.
Wind and rain kill life and death, deja vu and loneliness, but I can't wake up. Shake it back and blow it clearly.
The golden well leaves are floating in the dark. At first glance, the wind will settle, the bell will ring and the blessing will recommend the whole city. (The Iraqis are dead, but their hearts are dead. What they see is the lonely scene of Xiao Suo, and what they hear is the cold voice. Even if he has not yet become a monk, he has the intention of escaping into an empty door and staying out of the world. )
Bodhisattva drinks cold and knocks on the window, and the fragrance lingers in autumn. The only way is not to hurt the spirit, the blue is wet.
Bored lying alone, fingers are too light. Remember the other one, Taohua and Liuwansi.
("The only way is not to hurt the spirit, the blue is wet." It's beautifully written, and it's sad to recall the scene when I broke up with you in spring. It's already early autumn, and I keep telling myself to let go of my arms and not indulge in memories. Unexpectedly, the thought of you brings tears to my eyes. )
The crystal curtain of Bodhisattva is sad and white, and the clouds are fragrant and foggy. I have nothing to ask about clothes, and the moon has gone west.
The west wind is blowing in the weft, so you are not allowed to sleep. Just last autumn, how to cry.
My wife just died, and since then, heaven and man have been separated forever. Since then, no one has bought me cold clothes, and no one has given me gentle care. Autumn has arrived, and I can't help but recall last autumn. Even though I feel very painful and helpless, I want to cry without tears. )
The Bodhisattva sent someone to Fen Liang to get to know this gentleman. At the moment, the situation is bleak, and Huang Wei is alone. The flag of tobacco and alcohol is blue, and the fish market in the water town is sunny.
The dream of the tower tonight, the spring pulse is cold. Straight across Thrushcross Bridge, the Qiantang River is at high tide.
(Nalan Rong Ruo and Gu Huafeng are like brothers. They got a bosom friend all their lives and died without regret. It's easier to add icing on the cake than to send charcoal in the snow.
Rong Ruo attaches great importance to feelings and justice, and his friends are willing to lend a helping hand in times of difficulty. The whole poem is a little sad, and at the same time it has a sense of tranquility and peace, which is the best in Farewell to Friends. )
Who is the confidant of Lotus Cup? It's over. Won and missed his life.
Love is as ruthless as ever, don't regret it clearly. Mo Daofang changes all the time, day and night.
Take care of yourself. Show Iraq the maze and come back, wash away the rain and wash away the legacy.
Who does this "bosom friend" refer to, lover? Or a dead wife? I believe only the author knows. The word has a good transition from just to soft, from bright to dark, and there is no sudden feeling.
The last sentence of Shangque's "I regret not being clear at the beginning" and the last sentence of Xiaque's "Dredging the rain and washing the legacy" show this feeling to the fullest. ) Jin Luqu Jian Liangfen shed endless tears, not because he and Qiong Lou were lonely and came to the world by mistake.
How blessed are the channel idiots, who are born with wisdom. Don't be tired any more.
Why not be an official like a broken stalk? Only generals and voices bark at the group. Heaven wants to ask, and rest.
I judge myself to be haggard. Go to Ding Ning, where the fragrance flows easily, while the jade flows lightly.
Envy to kill the guests in the world of mortals, blindly lead a drunken life. Song cried again, guess what it means.
Wu, who has not survived, is intervening in the present and future. You know me, Fen Liang.
This word is soft in the middle and soft in the middle. Reading between the lines, we can see the chivalrous side of Rong Ruo. Wu is. In the early Qing Dynasty, there were many unjust cases in the imperial examinations. Wu Zhaoqian was wronged and sentenced to exile from Ningguta. Gu Huafeng and he racked their brains and asked for help everywhere, and finally came from Ning.
3. What poems describe "Life is bleak and miserable"? 1, hard and cheap physiology, drifting to the present. -Du Fu
Bad luck has frosted my temples and I am down and out. -Du Fu
3, down and out, knowing how to laugh, old friends are surprised. -Bai Juyi
4, every time I meet a sad thing, I still think about it. -Bai Juyi
5, the state-owned body and mind down and out, health care and disease-free. -Lu you
6, everything is sloppy, half-life is late, and people want to be pitied. -Yuan Haowen
7, life has been infatuated since ancient times, this hate has nothing to do with romantic. -Song Ouyang Xiu's Lou Yuchun
8. Affectionate Since ancient times, the origin of good dreams is the easiest to be awakened. -Qing Shi Qing "Yi Xi Topic"
9. After thinking about it several times, I'd rather miss it! -Hu Shi's Life Checker
10, how much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward. -"Yu Meiren"
4. The poem to express one's feelings is to return tears to pearls. If we don't meet before marriage, the door is as deep as the sea. From then on, Xiao Lang was a passer-by. But unlike those who used to be poor together, before I knew I met acacia, a moment that should last forever had come and gone. At this time, it always seems awkward and affectionate, but I can't laugh at what I looked like before I was born. You have the heart to say goodbye to others. Qian Fan is not oblique light, the water is long and heartbroken. Bai Pingzhou and we hope to fly in the sky, and two birds are willing to do so with one wing. Lianlizhi, everlasting, everlasting; One day, both will end, and this endless sadness will continue forever. Since ancient times, beautiful women have had many lives and closed doors, and spring has ended. Yang lived and died for ten years. I never thought about it. I have nothing to say. Even if I meet you, I shouldn't know the dust, my temples are like frost, and I dream of returning to my hometown. Xiao Xuan window is to dress and take care of each other. Only tears can be expected to break your heart every year. The moon and night are short. Matsuoka is drifting and the water is flowing. There are two kinds of worries about acacia. This situation can't be eliminated until I frown. But in my heart, I was looking for him in the cold, desolate and miserable crowd, and suddenly I looked back at the man in the dim light. Life is naturally infatuated, and this hatred is not wind or moon.
5. Seek the saddest and bleakest poem ever ~ ~ Speaking of Li Qingzhao in the last years of Mo Ruo and Nalan Xingde, a talented person in Qing Dynasty.
Personally, I think Li Qingzhao's saddest poem is this one: Slow down.
Looking around, lonely and sad.
It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.
How can you beat him with three glasses of light wine? It's too late in the wind.
Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Haggard, who can pick it now?
Looking out the window, how can you be alone?
The phoenix tree is raining and dripping at dusk.
This time, what a sad sentence!
And Su Dongpo's, this one is in memory of his dead wife.
Ten years of life and death are boundless, thoughtless and unforgettable;
Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
These two sentences are extremely bleak.
I also like a sentence: everything is done by people, and tears flow first.
In addition, there is another sentence in Daiyu's ci of burying flowers: If you don't lament for me, I don't know when the flowers will fall and people will die!
6. The poem 1 describes the tragic and ridiculous life, "Picking mulberry seeds, who turned over the bleak music of Yuefu"
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
Who is singing that sad and sad old tune of the Conservatory of Music? Xiao Feng, wind, rain, short and thin candles in the house, a lonely night, in candlelight.
I don't know what bothers me. It's boring to wake up, boring to be drunk, and I've never been to Xie Qiao in my dreams.
Who is covering the sad and bitter music, listening to the wind and rain in this rustling rainy night, watching the snuff burn out bit by bit, making people feel lonely and sleepless all night? In this sleepless night, I don't know what haunts me, which makes people feel bored whether they are asleep or awake, and the happiness they pursue in their dreams is completely disillusioned.
2. Xijiang Moon, a great dream of the world.
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
It's a big dream in the world, and the autumn is crisp. At night, the sound of wind blowing leaves rings in the gallery. Look at the eyebrows and temples.
The wine base is often worried about fewer customers, and the moon is cloudy. Who is alone with * * * on Mid-Autumn Festival? Looking at the north sadly.
Everything in the world is like a big dream. How many cool autumn has life experienced? At night, the sound of the wind blowing leaves resounds through the cloister. Look at yourself, there are a few more silver lines in your brow.
Wine is not good, but it worries the guests. Although the moon is bright, it is always covered by clouds. On this Mid-Autumn Night, who can enjoy this wonderful moonlight with me? I can only pick up my glass and look at the north sadly.
3. "After graduation"
Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao
The previous filth was not enough to brag, but now there is no end to debauchery.
In the spring breeze, this proud horse runs at the speed of two beats. I visited all the sights of Chang 'an gracefully in one day.
The difficulties in life and the embarrassment in thought in the past are no longer worth mentioning. Now in to beno. 1, that gloom has gone like the wind, and my heart is really inexhaustible. I really want to embrace this nature. Riding on Chang 'an Road, which is full of spring flowers, today's hooves are particularly light, and I have already seen the flowers in Chang 'an unconsciously.
4. "Five Dissatisfied Books, Part I"
Song dynasty: Lu you
When I was a child, I knew that the world was unbearable and the Central Plains looked like a mountain.
It snowed all night in the building, and the autumn wind dispersed in the iron horse.
Stuck on the Great Wall and make an empty promise, the sideburns in the mirror have long faded.
When you debut, you can say your real name, but you can't fight for a thousand years.
When I was young, I was determined to explore the northern Central Plains. I didn't expect it to be so difficult. I often look north at the Central Plains, my blood is boiling, and my grievances are like mountains. I remember beating up the nomads from Guazhou and releasing warships on a snowy night. The autumn wind swept Ma Benteng, recovering the good news of the big three passes.
I think I compared myself to the Great Wall of Wan Li, and made a great wish to sweep away the border troubles for the motherland. Up to now, it is empty talk to expect the recovery of the Northern Expedition. People can't help thinking of Zhu Gekongming, who is really a model. Who made every effort to lead the three armies to the Han Dynasty and establish the Central Plains in the north?
5. Farewell Minister Shu Yun of Xuanzhou Xie Tiao Villa.
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Since yesterday, I have to leave Bolt and me behind.
It hurts my heart even more today.
Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine.
The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie.
We are all lofty distant thoughts, longing for the sky and the bright moon.
But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows.
Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.
Those who left me yesterday were unstoppable, and those who disturbed my mood today made me extremely worried. In the face of this scene, Wan blew the swan geese returning to the south, and they could climb the tall buildings and have a good drink. Your article is as vigorous and fresh as the literary works of the Han Dynasty. My poetic style is as fresh and beautiful as Xie Tiao's.
We are all full of lofty sentiments and exultation, and our jumping thoughts are like flying high in the blue sky to pick the bright moon. It's like drawing a treasure knife to cut running water. The water was not cut off, but flowed faster.
I raised my glass and drank heavily. I wanted to drown my sorrows in wine, but it turned out to be even more worrying. Ah! Life is so unhappy in this world, it is better to let me wander freely in the rivers and lakes in a boat tomorrow (retire from the rivers and lakes).
7. There are many kinds of poems about sadness. For example, the practice of the elder brother on the first floor is all-encompassing, and it is inevitable that there will be mixed dragons and dragons. Here, when the classification number is: 1. The sadness of losing a partner should be based on Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi": ten years of life and death, disapproving, unforgettable.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
When night came, my dream suddenly came home. Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.
Looking after each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears are expected to break the heart every year: moonlit night, short matsuoka.
Li Shangyin Untitled is also a masterpiece. 2. The sadness of missing. When traveling on land, Tang Wan's Hairpin Phoenix was the best, which destroyed the liver and made people cry: Lu You: red crisp hands, yellow wine, spring willows all over the city; Dongfeng evil, with a faint sense of joy, has been sad for several years, wrong, wrong, wrong. 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.
Tang Wan: The world is thin, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to rain and send flowers at dusk; The breeze is dry, the tears are broken, and I want to worry about it. A person says it's hard, hard, hard. People become different, today is not yesterday, and the sick soul tastes like a thousand ropes; The horn was cold and the night was dim. I was afraid of being asked. I swallowed my tears and pretended to be happy, hiding, hiding, hiding.
3. Du Fu's poem: Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers remain forever, and in spring, it returns to green trees and grasslands. Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
4. The sadness of losing the country: Huang Zunxian's "Giving Parents the Same Year"-inch by inch of mountains and rivers, inch by inch of gold, who will be responsible for the separatist forces, Du Fu will sacrifice tears again, and the guards will never stop reclamation. Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Ocean"-once you encounter hardships, there will be fewer stars around you.
The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs. The beach of fear says fear, and there is a sigh in the ocean.
Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a heart that shines through history. 5. Desperate sadness: Xiang Yu-"Song of the Earth" pushes the mountain to anger.
Bad times never die. What can I do without dying? I'm afraid I'm afraid I can't do anything! 6. The sadness of "Where Are You Going?": Jing Ke sang "The wind blows and the water cools, and the strong man is gone forever."
7. Helpless sadness: Palace > In the faded old palace of Yuan Zhen, the peony was red, but no one came to see it. Several white-haired footmen were sitting around talking about the emperor of the Tang Dynasty.
8. Sorrow of moaning without illness: Liu Liu, Yulin.