Poems about writing sadness 1. Sad poem
"Midnight Wu Ge" Li Bai
There is moonlight in Chang 'an, and all the families in Yi Dao are there.
The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border.
Oh, when will the Tatar army be conquered and when will my husband come back from the long battle! ?
Ouyang Xiu, Liang Zhu
How deep is the yard?
The willow piles up smoke, but the curtain is not heavy.
Jade music carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road.
March storm, closing at dusk, not planning to stay in spring.
Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.
Li Bai, Yuzu
Dew fell on the steps of jade, and the night was long. Dew wet the stone.
Go back to my room and put down the crystal curtain, still looking at the exquisite moon through the curtain.
Jin changxu, spring resentment
Get rid of the oriole, get rid of all the music on the tree.
They woke her up when she dreamed that she went to meet him in Liaoxi camp.
Text "Jiangnan Memory"
Dress up,
Leaning on the Wangjiang Tower alone,
After all, Qian Fan is nothing,
Obliquely filled with water,
Broken-hearted Baipingzhou.
Looking at Jiangnan Wen
Dress up,
Leaning alone in Wangjiang Tower.
After all, Qian Fan is nothing,
Obliquely filled with water,
Broken-hearted Baipingzhou.
Wang Changling, in my heart forever
A young woman in the boudoir will never be sad; Spring came dressed up and boarded Chui Building alone.
Suddenly I saw the green willows, and I felt uncomfortable; Oh, I regret that I shouldn't have asked my husband to find Hou Feng.
Du Mu in Autumn Night
In the autumn night, candlelight reflected the screen, and Fan slapped the fireflies with his hand.
The stone steps at night are as cold as cold water, sitting and staring at the cowherd and the weaver girl.
Sima Cha's Palace Complaint
Willow color is uneven, covered with paintings, and Xiaoying is full of palaces.
No one looks at the flowers every year, and the spring springs out of the ditch.
Yuan Zhen in the palace
In the empty and desolate old palace, there is only the lonely brilliant red of Hua Gong.
Several white-haired footmen were sitting around talking about the emperor of the Tang Dynasty.
Wu Jue Yan Wu
Children hate each other for a long time, but people don't want to be old.
There are tears at night, but there is no trace of spring.
Tianjin Sha Qiu Si
Ma Zhiyuan
Dead vines, old trees, faint crows,
Small bridges and flowing water,
The ancient road and the west wind are thin.
The sun went down,
And lovesick travelers are still at the end of the world.
2. The sad poems in Li Bai's poems
I can only see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky.
Because the last sentence "into the wine" really expressed sadness.
But the Yellow River is a river.
And "the lonely sail is sailing in the sky, only the Yangtze River flows in the sky" is written about the feeling of parting.
Farewell to sadness .. Farewell should also be regarded as a kind of sadness.
The Yangtze River is a river.
Therefore, it is "the solitary sail sails to the sky, and only the Yangtze River flows in the sky".
Hengjiang wants to weather the storm, and one river worries about Wan Li.
"But since the water is still flowing, even though we cut it with the sword, sadness will come back, even though we drown them with wine."
"The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly thought of home. "
3. Poems expressing sadness
Wine has no entrance, but it turns into bitter tears.
But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows.
Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
I'm afraid the ship can't carry much worry.
Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. It's not just the general taste.
Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.
The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears.
Ten years of life and death are boundless, and I won't forget it if I don't think about it.
Xiao Xuan window, get dressed. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
Streams can easily throw people away, turn cherries red and plantains green.
Fog filled the clouds, and the days were spent in sorrow. Kapoor was among the birds in the incense burner.
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.
Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
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Hope to adopt! !
4. Sad poems
At midnight, a bright moon in Wu Ge Li Bai hangs high in the capital, and it is empty.
The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border. Oh, when will the Tatar army be conquered and when will my husband come back from the long battle! ? How deep is Ouyang Xiu's yard? The willow piles up smoke, but the curtain is not heavy.
Jade music carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road. March storm, closing at dusk, not planning to stay in spring.
Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing. Li Bai, a jade man, lingered for a long time with cold dew on the jade steps and wet silk bottom.
Go back to my room and put down the crystal curtain, still looking at the exquisite moon through the curtain. Complain about spring, drive away orioles, Jin Changxu, all the music from the trees.
They woke her up when she dreamed that she went to meet him in Liaoxi camp. The article "Memorizing Jiangnan" is chilly, leaning on Wangjianglou alone, but it is all wrong, slanting light and full of water, heartbroken.
"Looking at Jiangnan" is clear and refreshing, relying on Wangjianglou alone. After all, this is not Qian Fan, and there is water everywhere, and I am heartbroken in Baipingzhou.
"in my heart forever" Young women in Wang Changling's boudoir don't know how to worry, and make up in spring. Suddenly I saw the green willows, and I felt uncomfortable; Oh, I regret that I shouldn't have asked my husband to find Hou Feng.
"Autumn Night" Mutu's silver candle Qiu Guang painted a cold screen, waving a small fan and pouncing on fireflies. The stone steps at night are as cold as cold water, sitting and staring at the cowherd and the weaver girl.
"Palace Complaint" Sima Za willow color is uneven, covered with paintings, Xiaoying cries all over the palace. No one looks at the flowers every year, and the spring leaves the imperial ditch. Palace, Yuan Zhen, faded old palace, peony is red, but no one comes to see it.
Several white-haired footmen were sitting around talking about the emperor of the Tang Dynasty. Five unique speechless children have hated for generations, but they don't want to be old in front of others.
There are tears at night, but there is no trace of spring. "Tianjingsha Qiu Si" In Ma Zhiyuan, the old vines are faint, the bridges are flowing, and the ancient roads are thin and thin.
When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
5. A poem describing sadness
1 geese worry, mountains support the moon. -Li Bai
The bright moon does not return to the blue sea, and the white clouds are full of sorrow. -Li Bai
3. It's a feeling of parting from sorrow, especially in my heart. -Li Yu
How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward. -Li Yu
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, and the nightingale should feel the cold moonlight. -Li Shangyin
6 drink and talk about self-blame, and sing and break the sorrow. -Du Fu
Mochow has no confidant in front of her, and no one in the world knows you. -Gao Shi
I haven't had presbyopia for 8 years, and I don't get sick when I'm worried. -Yang Wanli
On a frosty night, Jiang Feng sleeps in the fire. Ji Zhang
10 the river is sad at dusk, and the mountain is deep. -Du Fu
1 1 A flower flies away, but it is spring, and the wind is full of worries. -Du Fu
But I looked home, the twilight was getting thicker, and the river waves were covered with a sad mist. Cui Hao
13 The Ming Dynasty was a lonely ship, and I was worried about seeing the wine curtain in He Qiao. -Dou Shu asked.
14 purple flowers are half blooming, chrysanthemums are quiet, and red clothes are full of lotus worries. -Zhao Wei
15 but since the water is still flowing, let's raise our glasses to drown our sorrows, even though we cut it with swords. -Li Bai
16 sunset tour of the five lakes, smoke waves everywhere. —— Xue Ying
17 white hair and three thousands of feet, sorrow is as long as long. -Li Bai
18 flower drift, one kind of acacia, two places of leisure. -Li Qingzhao
19 The fog is thick, the clouds are always sad, refreshed and the golden beast disappears. -Li Qingzhao
I'm afraid the ship can't carry much worry. -Li Qingzhao
2 1 How can we avoid the sadness and hate in life? What is the limit of ecstasy alone! -Li Yu
6. On Li Bai's elegy
Write sorrow by drinking.
Wine can enrich people's imagination and temporarily forget the pain, so poets often use wine to sell their worries and express their feelings.
"But since the water is still flowing, even though we cut it with the sword, sadness will come back, even though we drown them with wine." Li Bai's poems express the frustration of ambition.
Compare sadness with running water and the sea.
It will last forever. People's sadness is like endless running water and immeasurable like endless sea.
"Hengjiang wants to weather the storm, and one water will lead Wan Li to grow." Li Bai's Hengjiang Ci
Compare sadness with natural scenery such as moon, rain, geese and willows.
The moon, connecting ancient and modern times, connecting different places, wanderers miss women all night, only accompanied by the bright moon in the sky. At this time, the coldness of the moon rubs against the loneliness of wanderers.
Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night: "The foot of the bed is bright, is there frost?" . Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly thought of home. "
Write sadness as a tangible object.
The concretization of abstract sadness is the most ingenious place for the ancients to write sadness. Li Bai's "white hair and three thousands of feet, sorrow is like a long beard" ("Song of Autumn Pu")
7. About writing "sad" poems
When the color enters a tall building, someone upstairs is sad (Li Bai's Bodhisattva Man)
The west wind kissed the light of the sun, and in front of us were the tombs and palaces of the Han Dynasty. (Li Bai's "Recalling Qin E")
Weak willows doubt the wind, and shrubs are like towels. Sitting alone also includes frowning (Liu Yuxi's "Recalling Jiangnan")
Chu Liuxiang, if you want to listen to Yao's hidden grievances, it's in front of the Xiangjiang River on this moonlit night. (Liu Yuxi's "Xiaoxiang God")
Looking for laurel trees in Zhongshan Temple in the month, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. When to revisit (Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan")
Think long and hate long, until it's time to pay back. People leaning against the building in the moonlight (Bai Juyi's Sauvignon Blanc)
It's dusk, and I'm bored, leaning against the door alone (Wen Bodhisattva Xia)
After all, it's not there, and the oblique light is full of water, and Bai Pingzhou is heartbroken (text "Jiangnan Dream")
Be sure to break your heart before you go home (Wei Zhuang's Bodhisattva Man)
I'm going to marry him and grow old together. If you are mercilessly abandoned, you can't be ashamed (Wei Zhuang's "Four Hometowns")
Canyue's face is bright, don't cry at dawn (Niu Xiji's "Raw Tea Son")
There are many words, but there are still feelings. Looking back, it is important to remember the green silk dress and cherish the grass everywhere (Niu Xiji's "Life Check")
Make a thousand wishes before your pillow and wait for the green hills to rot (Dunhuang Ci)
I want him to come back early, but I have time to go to Qingyun (Dunhuang Ci)
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)
Often it's only a day after I'm sick, but I'm too lazy to cover my face in front of the mirror (Ouyang Xiu's Dead Hua Lian)
How many tears are hateful to lean on (Jing Li's "Puhuan Xisha")
Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. Especially the general taste in my heart (Li Yu's Night Cry)
Ask how much sadness you can have, just like a river flowing eastward (Li Yu)