Five poems that are sad to the core:
1. "Deng Youzhou Taiwan Song", Chen Ziang of the Tang Dynasty: The ancients have never been seen before, and the newcomers have not been seen since. Thinking about the long journey of heaven and earth, I burst into tears with sadness!
In only twenty-two words, the artistic conception of weeping ghosts and gods is written. Looking forward, we can’t see the wise kings who recruited talents in ancient times. Looking back, we can’t see the wise kings who are hungry for talents in future generations. Only the vast world stretches leisurely and infinitely from ancient times to the present, and it can't help but be filled with sadness that makes people shed tears.
2. "Yellow Crane Tower", Cui Hao of the Tang Dynasty: People in the past had taken the Yellow Crane to go there, and the Yellow Crane Tower was vacant here. The yellow crane is gone and never returns, and the white clouds remain empty for thousands of years. Qingchuan is full of Hanyang trees, and the grass is luxuriant and Parrot Island is green. Where is the Rimu Township Pass? The smoke on the Yanbo River makes people sad.
It should not be an exaggeration to call it the first of the seven-character poems of the Tang Dynasty. The immortal has flown away on the yellow crane, leaving behind a hollow Yellow Crane Tower. The yellow crane has gone forever, and for thousands of years only the leisurely white clouds have floated in the sky. The trees of Hanyang under the bright sunshine are vivid in my mind, and Parrot Island is covered by the luxuriant and fragrant grass of deep and light green. It's getting late, and I look intently into the distance. Where is my hometown? A hazy mist spreads across the river ahead, making people feel deeply sad.
3. "Spring Hope", Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty: The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation. The flowers shed tears when I feel grateful, and the birds are frightened by the hatred. The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold. The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the hairpin is full of lust.
The country has been ruined due to the fall of Chang'an, and only the everlasting mountains and rivers remain. Look, spring has come, and the inaccessible Chang'an City is lush with vegetation. Thinking of the loss of the country and the loss of the family, I couldn't help but shed tears and communicate with each other. The chirping of birds was frightening, making the sadness of parting even more intense. The continuous war has been going on for more than half a year. A letter from home is worth ten thousand dollars. The white hair on my head is covered in layers. I am so sad that people scratch my head. My hair is getting shorter and shorter, and I can no longer hold the hairpin in it.
4. "Poppy Poppies", Li Yu of the Southern Tang Dynasty: When did the spring flowers and autumn moon come, how much do we know about the past. There was an east wind in the small building last night, and the motherland could not bear to look back at the bright moon. The carved lanterns and jade bricks should still be there, but the beauty has changed. I asked you how much sorrow you can have, it is just like a river of spring water flowing eastward.
When will these vain years end, and how many past events will remain in my memory! Last night's east wind blew up the small building again. The bright moon was in the sky, and the pain of national subjugation made people dare not look back. The intricately carved railings and jade steps are still there, but their appearance has aged. If you ask me how much sadness is in my heart, it is like the endless spring water flowing eastward.
5. "Slow Voice", Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty: searching and searching, deserted and miserable. It is most difficult to breathe when it is warm and then cold. How can three cups and two glasses of light wine defeat him, who comes late and is in a hurry? The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance. The ground is covered with yellow flowers. Haggard and damaged, who is worthy of being picked off now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in darkness? The phoenix trees are covered with drizzle, and it rains bit by bit at dusk. This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"!
It is very sad to search hard and find it deserted everywhere. In this season when it is suddenly warm and then cold, it is most difficult for people to cultivate themselves well. Even two or three glasses of thin wine could not withstand the biting cold wind. A group of wild geese flew by, touching a sad place and becoming an old acquaintance. The chrysanthemums in the garden were scattered and haggard, and no one came to pick them. Sitting alone in front of the window, how can a person stay up until nightfall? The dripping drizzle falls on the sycamore trees from dawn to dusk. How can one word describe this feeling and scene?