Sporadic thoughts reappeared yesterday.
The wind of konoha is shorter.
Sleepless on a cold night, my heart is cold
Love is a heartbreaking poem 1, and it is even more worrying to drown your sorrows by drinking, but you are afraid of breaking people's intestines after waking up.
2, lament the sound of drinking, drunk and awake, where is the confidante, recalling the original, hurting the scenery, recalling the past in my heart.
3, leave a song without renovation, a song can teach the intestines. It's easy to say goodbye to Chunfeng before you see all the flowers in Luoyang.
4, tears ask flowers silently, see scattered flowers fall all over the ground. Don't walk in the rain at night, looking forward to the dawn of the night.
5, more than seven years, it is hard to argue, the past spring scenery has been exhausted, but the deep affection has become a bubble, the evening is deep with me, the breeze is not scattered, the rain adds a tear, who is complaining about love with whom, infinitely lonely and faint.
6. Mermaids shed pearl-like tears in the moonlight green sea, and the blue fields breathe their jade to the sun. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it!
7. Silent night, lonely people, wandering in the mood, staying up late, looking out the window, the cold wind blowing, adding desolation, the stars in the sky accompany me to sleep. Poems about love and sadness.
Lu You, an ancient poem about heartbreak, has a red head and brittle hands.
Keywords red crisp hand, yellow rice wine,
Willow trees on the palace wall in spring in the city.
East wind evil, thin heart,
A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years.
No! No! No!
Spring is still old, and people are empty and thin.
Tears flooded her face.
Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion,
Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu.
Mo! Mo! Mo!
"Feng Tou Chai Shi Qing Bo" Tang Wan
The world is cold and human feelings are evil,
Rain makes flowers fall easily at dusk.
The breeze is dry and the tears are residual.
If you have to worry, just say it alone.
Difficult! Difficult! Difficult!
People become different, today is not yesterday,
A sick soul is often like a thousand ropes.
The horn sounded cold and the night was hazy.
Afraid of being asked questions, swallow your tears and pretend to be happy.
Hide. Hide. Hide.
It can be said that the works of graceful and restrained ci school have implicit emotional expression and heartbreaking texture. Representative figures Li Yu, Li Qingzhao, etc.
Graceful words are a school of ancient pronouns in China, which was formed in the late Tang Dynasty. Such words are euphemistic in rhetoric and delicate in expression. In terms of materials, write more about children's feelings and feelings of parting; In terms of expression, we often use implicit methods to express emotions.
The most heartbreaking ancient poetry-Mulan Poetry-Antique Poetry-Friends of Cambodia
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If life is just like the first time, you don't have to draw a fan in the autumn wind.
It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.
Lishan dialect stops at midnight, and tears never complain.
More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before.
Beautiful and heartbreaking ancient poems, red dust, desert, solitary smoke,
Yellow shaman dances in memory of beautiful women.
Sunset, sunset,
Xiao Xiao Yu Di v. Sorrow Sang.
That poem expressing heartbreak is unforgettable.
Only when you die do you know that everything is empty, and it is the hardest to rest. Nowhere to talk about, there are clouds in Wan Li.
Care for each other without words.
Whoever gets drunk in the morning frost forest is like a river flowing eastward.
When it comes to Lacrimosa, it's because people grow up and hate water, and always leave tears.
You should say something.
Flowers wither and fly all over the sky. I expect my heart will break every year, but we are old acquaintances.
You can refer to this, sad.
People don't know where to go. Forget it.
The earth endures, and heaven endures; One day both will come to an end. Things are people, not everything. In Qian Shan, it snowed and the fragrance disappeared. Who has compassion? On the moonlit night, there are only a thousand lines of tears, and the tears flow first. The weather has suddenly warmed up.
Lonely and heartbreaking poems and a moment that should last forever have come and gone before I know it.
Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
There are trees in the mountains and branches in the trees.
Crossing the crane shadow in the cold pond, Leng Yue buried the flower soul. Falling flowers are independent, and the rain and dew are bright!
The crowd searched for her for thousands of Baidu, and suddenly looking back, the man was already dimly lit.
I want to give my heart to Yao Qin, but I have few bosom friends and no one listens.
Dropping golden rain, breaking the jade pot ice. Listen, it's full of heartbreak.
The ripples of water droplets finally dissipated, and wood recorded the reincarnation of this life.
Platanus acerifolia drips and drips at dusk.
Dead vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, old roads and thin horses, sunset, heartbroken people at the end of the world.
The wind wrinkles a pool of spring water, and people are independent, Swift Qi Fei.
Then, at sunrise, he walked through the fog. Alas, it was a green landscape.
The shadows are shallow and the dusk is fragrant.
Once, the sea was difficult for water, and amber was forever. I'm too lazy to look back at the flowers. I'm half-dead.
If the pet is not surprised, just look at Bloom's flowers in front of the court, and look up at the clouds in the sky unnoticed!
Never look back, why not forget; Since there is no chance, why take the oath? Today, everything is like water without a trace; Tomorrow, you will be a stranger.
A poem expressing heartbreak. When can I see you here? Crying on the sleeve (Qin Guan's prescription)
There are old grievances in the cardamom years, and the dream of ten years is just shocking the world (Fang Ting, the man of Qin Guan)
But the clouds are heavy and the rain is scattered With dry, east wind tears (Wang Shen's "Memories of Time Past")
It only takes a few nights to ruin a lifetime of haggard (Zhao Lingzhi's "Qing Ping Le")
How much leisure do you have? Yichuan tobacco, wind in the city, plum and yellow rain (He Zhu's Jade Case)
The grass is on the grass, the dew is early, and the old building grows new. Lying in an empty bed and listening to the rain in the south window, who will mend clothes at night (He Zhu's "Partridge Sky")
Homesickness, Lanzhou urges hair. Holding hands, staring at each other with tears, speechless and choking (Liu Yong's Lin Yuling)
Affectionate feelings hurt separation since ancient times, and it is even worse to neglect the autumn festival (Liu Yong's Lin Yuling)
After the New Year, it should be a good morning and a good scene. Even if there are thousands of bells in Qian Qian, who can you tell (Liu Yong's Lin Yuling)
A bend in the sun, heartbroken, leaning on the railing alone (Liu Yong's "Youth Tour")
If I had known. Regret not locking the carved saddle (Ding Feng of Liu Yong)
In the afterglow of the grass, no one will lean on the fence and be silent. (Liu Yong's "Dead Hua Lian")
The belt is getting wider and wider, and it will never go out, which makes people haggard for Iraq. (Liu Yong's "Dead Hua Lian")
The fragrance is not in the nucleus, not in the calyx, but in the bone (Chao Zhuyan)
Who knows if you are gaunt in spring clothes (Mrs. Wei's Wu)
Haggard and tired in the south of the Yangtze River, I feel unbearable and anxious to control the complicated strings (Zhou Bangyan's "Man Ting Square")
Reading the moon pavilion hand in hand, smelling the flute on the bridge, thinking about the past, like a dream, tears like rain (Zhou Bangyan's "Warrior Lan Ling")
My hometown is far away. When will I go (Zhou Bangyan's Su Mu Cover)
Ask in a low voice: Who are you with? It is already midnight in the city. If the horse is slippery, it is better to rest, and there are always fewer pedestrians (Zhou Bangyan's "Youth Tour")
Everyone says, like Iraq, how can it be like a slave (from "Pinling")
Only the Guanshan Mountain tonight and the moon thousands of miles away are under the same lamp (Xie Yi's Jiang Shenzi)
What time does the Wan Liyun arrive? Send a lonely soul and your eyes will be cut off. Who sings the golden thread for me (Ye Mengde's "He Xinlang")
It's not the moon that hates you, it's east, west, north and south. East, west, north and south, only each other.
I hate you, but I've been on the river for a month, and I'm still losing money when I'm full. When is the reunion (Lv Benzhong's Mulberry Picking)?
Good weather and warm weather, lost to Yingying Yanyan. The flower curtain in the courtyard is not rolled, and the grass is far away (Zhu Jinmen)
Sit alone, pay alone, lie alone. Standing hurts, even touching people hurts (Zhu's Broken Magnolia)
Simple and naive, not afraid of people guessing, clothes fell asleep. When I share the most, I will come back and put it on the dresser lazily (Zhu's "Qing Ping Le")
I'm afraid I'm going to leave my arms, but I don't want to say anything (Li Qingzhao's "I remember playing the flute at the Phoenix")
Only the running water in front of the building should remember me and stare at me all day.
Looking at the place will add new worries from now on (Li Qingzhao's "Recalling Feng Tai Xiao")
Undead, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers (Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flowers")
Now I am haggard, windy and frosty, and I dare not go out at night. It's better to listen to people laugh under the curtain (Li Qingzhao's "Forever Happiness")
Looking around, cold and lonely, sad and miserable (Li Qingzhao's "Slow Singing")
It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late and urgent (Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice")
This time, what a sad sentence (Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice"
If you want to give your heart to Yao Qin, there are few bosom friends. If the string is broken, who will listen (Yue Fei's Xiao Zhongshan)
One, one more. The lights in the banana window outside the window are infinite.
Dreams are hard to achieve, and hatred is hard to level. People who don't care don't like to hear it, and the empty steps fall. (Si Wanyong's Sauvignon Blanc)
Dong Feng Xie, who is in a bad mood, has been very depressed in recent years. Wrong, wrong, wrong (Lu You's Hairpin Phoenix)
Spring remains the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad (Lu You's "Hairpin Phoenix")
Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion. Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu. Mo, Mo, Mo (Hairpin Phoenix by Lu You)
It's dusk, and it's stormy (Lu You's Operator)
Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care. Scattered into mud and ground into dust, only the fragrance remains the same (Lu You's "Bu Operator")
Only dreams can reunite, and dreams can't be made by people (Lu You).
I am not afraid of silver and steel, but I am afraid of the wind and rags (Lu You's "Die in Hua Lian")
Cherish the spring long afraid of bloom early, not to mention countless (Xin Qiji's "Fishing")
A thousand dollars to buy each other is like buying a gift. Who will complain about this situation (Xin Qiji's "Fishing")
Leisure is the most bitter, so don't lean on the dangerous fence. When the sun sets, the flowers will bloom (Xin Qiji's "Fishing")
Old enmity in Chunjiang is endless, and new enmity in Yunshan is thousand fold. I look forward to seeing you again in the Ming Dynasty.
You should also be surprised to ask: Recently, several Fahua (Xin Qiji's Nian Nujiao) have been published.
Old Feiyan can talk when the building is empty (Xin Qiji's Nian Nujiao)
Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor and worry about adding new words.
Now that I know what it's like to worry, I want to talk about it. I want to say that I still have a rest, but I know it will be a cool autumn (Xin Qiji's Ugly Slave)
The heartbroken patch is flying red, and no one cares, let alone persuade the crying warbler to stop (Xin Qiji's "Zhu Yingtai Near")
It was he who brought the sadness of spring, but he couldn't figure out where it would go (Xin Qiji's Zhu Yingtai Near)
Looking for him in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was there, the lights were dim (Xin Qiji's Jade Case)
As a cardamom poet, the dream of a brothel is good, but it is hard to show deep affection (Zhou Yangren, Jiang Kui)
It's hard to cut through all kinds of worries (Jiang Kui's "Long Pavilion complains slowly")
With a smile and a shake, Leng Xiang flew to the poem (Jiang Kui's Niannujiao).
The night is long and bitter, and the early spring is stained by acacia (Jiang Kui's "Walking the Sand")
The grass doesn't grow green in spring, and my sideburns have turned silver, aging too fast. We leave for too long, and slowly all the pain will be forgotten by time. I don't know who made me miss that evening, that happy reunion night. Only you and I can understand this feeling. (Jiang Kui's Partridge Sky)
Cui Zunyi cries, and the red calyx is silent. Geng Yi (Dimfragrance Jiang Kui)
There is nothing better than the spring breeze, no matter what it is, it has already arranged for the golden house to hide its beauty. Or teach a sad song that goes with the flow but complains about Yulong (Jiang Kui's Thin Shadow)
If the shore is broken, it will be green; It's a sad place, and I think of the late-night language of closing the door and turning off the lights (Shi Dazu's Luo Qixiang)
Worried about hurting Cui Dai's eyebrows, the flowers are alone every day (Shi Dazu's "Flying Swallows Together")
The front of the building is black and blue, with a touch of willow and an inch of tenderness (Wu Wenying's "The Wind Into the Pine")
Melancholy can't spend their honeymoons together, and the moss in the secluded steps rises overnight (Wu Wenying's "The Wind Into the Pine")
A piece of spring sorrow is waiting for the wine to pour, the boat on the river shakes, and the curtain moves upstairs.
Du Qiuniang and Tainiang Bridge. The wind is floating and the rain is falling.
When will you go home and wash your robe? The silver word is the tone, and the heart word is the fragrance.
Streams can easily throw people away, turn cherries into red and plantains into green (A Prune by Jie Jiang).
Emotions and sorrows are always ruthless, dripping till dawn (Jie Jiang's Yu Meiren)
If you can't write a book, you can only send a little (Jie Lianhuan, zhangyan)
Jiangzhou Sima, with a wet shirt, is the end of the world (Wu Ji's "Full Moon")
Drunk souls want to pursue dreams, pay the west wind, and it will be cool tonight (Cai Songnian's Partridge Sky)
I advise you not to get drunk before you spend it. This year and next, you will be wilted and your head will be white (Zhao Bingwen's Qing Xing Er)
Baling Bridge on Xiangyang Ancient Road. Poetry prospers in autumn. Romantic figures throughout the ages, how many heroes at one time (Yan Yanshou's "Zhong Chao Wrong")
Turning from the intestine, I feel thin and shallow makeup marks (Yuan Haowen's "Qingpingle")
The seas are dry and the rocks are rotten, and I wish I could not bury the loess (Yuan Haowen's "Maibeitang")
Hate the world, teach the difference between life and death (Yuan Haowen's "Fishing")
Early on, there are few red branches, and the flying catkins are ruthless, which makes people more bored (Duan Keji's "Near Flowers")
Mo Wen's Gains and Losses through the Ages (Wang Mei Wu)
To the west wind, who evokes the soul (Bai Pu's "Winning the Gold")
It's been a hundred years, but it's not easy to make a decision (Wang Yun's Partridge Sky)
Pedestrians can't bear to listen to the cries and complaints, and the wind leaves the mountain in the flute (Chou Yuan's Four Family Guests)
Who knows what's on your mind when you snubbed Jiangnan Night this year (Sadulla's "Little Dry")
Empty and melancholy, there is no reason to meet. Since then, the soul has broken thousands of miles, and Yueyang Tower has been built every night (Xu Junbao's wife "Man Fang Ting")
Yun Lan's rainy and empty building, spring has reached the place where the soul disappears (Zhang Jian's "Walking on the Sand")
Ruthless bright moon, sentient beings return to dreams, and return to the secluded boudoir (Liu Ji's "Charming Moon")
Flowers and moons are blurred, and there is no desire to see them through the curtain (Yang Ji's Bodhisattva Man)
Xia Yan's "Huanxisha")
Turn off the lights in the courtyard for a long time, cut off the rope swing to cut the wind (Yang Shen's "Partridge Sky")
Orchid boudoir is tired, full of worries and dreams, and it is difficult to be brittle (Zhao Nanxing's "Shui Long Yin")
I was fascinated and shed red tears (Zhao Nanxing's Hidden Dragon)
Green yee in hand, swinging strings in vain (Chen Hongshou's Bodhisattva Man)
A few degrees of smoke, only flowers are hard to protect (Chen Zilong's "Eye-catching Lips")
Jade wheel and plain grass, half annoying red makeup (Chen Zilong's "Confessions")
It hurts to worry about the rain in spring and think about the past (Liu's Jin Mingchi)
There is always a desolation and haggard, and there is a beautiful sentence from Yantai (Liu's "Jin Ming Chi")
Looking back on the past, there was a little east wind, and the wind separated the curtains, and the eyebrows were all sad (Liu's Pool)
The voice is slow and ticking. Eyes do not fold easily. What's going on in the world, the heart of a teenager. Clear and deep (Wang Fuzhi's "More Leakage")
At first glance, it seems that a dollar is flying, the fireworks are wet, and no one sees tears.
Adding water to the river will make the sadness fuller, straighter and farther (Qu Dajun's "Magpie Tread")
After the Qingming Festival, the wind did not turn, and my concubine was cold in spring, and Lang was warm in spring (Qu Dajun's "Magpie Tread")
Light green is like a skirt, inch by inch charming. The spring heart is the king's grandson. No matter the east wind blows, the color reflects the dusk (Qu Dajun's "Langtaosha")
Make a few lines of tears at dusk, and the crow crows the moon (Xia Wanchun's Operator)
Unexpectedly, I couldn't get the knot of empathy, so I got the knot of acacia (Xia Wanchun's "Bu Operator")
There are very few things about people (Wu's He Xinlang)
Speaking of the protagonist's lost way, the wind suddenly cooled down (Chen Weisong's "Good Things are Near")
* * * Sleep Agger listens to the autumn rain, and the little guy is cold (Zhu Yizun's "Gui Dian Qiu")
Always writing lyrics, half hating in the air (Zhu Yizun Xie Peiling)
Love is afraid of thinking, looking forward to the long embankment, and the grass is full of heart. Who can find two places when you are sad and singing (Zhu Yizun's High Balcony)
In the past, I fell asleep, and the silver Zheng cut off the lane (Wang Shizhen's "The Recent Flower")
Where to synthesize sadness? Autumn in people's minds (Tang Duoling, Wu Wenying)
It's unfortunate that a long-lost friend asks that life is bleak everywhere (Gu Zhenguan's Golden Melody).
The hardest thing is to cherish the day and the moon (Nalan Xingde's Dead Hua Lian)
I don't know what bothers me. It's boring to wake up, and it's boring to be drunk (Nalanxingde's "Picking Mulberry Seeds")
With the change of wind and rain, it failed to break the dream of homesickness, so there is no such voice in my hometown (Nalan Xingde's Sauvignon Blanc)
Rain washes autumn, and people are pale (Golden Gate by Li E)
Who knows that thousands of nights, each pair of Yi Deng red (Jiang Shiquan's "Water Tune")
If a stone can talk, it should look at the past and cry like me (Niannujiao by Wang Renpu)
Look at the green Chi Pan and shed tears (Zhang Huiyan's Magnolia Slow)
Lonely and sad, but also self-sent, self-made sadness (Gong Zizhen's "Langtaosha")
Whether the lake is cool or not depends on how you comb your hair (Gong Zizhen's Langtaosha)
Don't worry too much, Qiu Lai is poor, but silence is more bitter (Xiang Hongzuo's Hidden Dragon)
The faint smoke, the courtyard and the moon in the pear blossoms (Gu Chun's "Early Spring Complaints")
A piece of spring sorrow, gradually blowing, like a spring cloud (Jiang Chunlin's "Liu Duanqing")
Tall buildings in tea, strive to get home (Tan Xian's "Recent Love")
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What are some heartbreaking ancient poems describing the world of mortals? 357 words/autumn wind ci
li po
Autumn wind is clear, autumn moon is bright,
When the fallen leaves are scattered, the habitat in western Western jackdaw is full of surprises.
The leaves in the wind gather when they gather. Western jackdaw has settled and the moon rises. Friends are looking forward to meeting, but I don't know where. At this time, on such a night, it is difficult to miss each other.
When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick.
Sauvignon Blanc is like a memory, but short acacia is infinite.
If I had known that acacia was tied in my heart like this, it would not be like you didn't know.
golden
Li shangyin
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
A moment that should last forever? Before I knew it, it had come and gone.
Ji hai's five miscellaneous poems
Gong zizhen
The vast sadness of parting extends to the setting sun, away from Beijing, riding a whip to the east, feeling that people are on earth.
I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.
Ode to women
Ji Zhang
You know I have a husband and you want to give me a pair of pearls.
I thank you for your love and pin the pearl on my red shirt.
My home is connected with the imperial garden, and my husband is on duty in the palace with a halberd.
Although I know you are sincere to Lang Lang, I have vowed to share my life and death with my husband.
Return your double beads, my eyes are full of tears, and I regret not meeting you before I got married.
No problem, sorry to go to Mochou Hall.
Li shangyin
The curtains were drawn deeply, and I was in Mochow's house. Sleeping alone makes the night even longer.
The Wushan goddess of Chu was originally a dream; Qingxi is the residence of my sister-in-law, and there is no lang here.
I am a weak lingzhi, biased by storms; I'm Lingfang, but I don't have any fragrant leaves.
Although fully aware of lovesickness, there is no good health; I am infatuated with it to the end and fall in love for life.