First, worry about the country and the people.
1. When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop? Warm winds make tourists drunk and make Hangzhou a continent. -Lin Sheng's "Title Lin 'an House"
2, smoke cage cold water moon cage sand, night parking near Qinhuai restaurant. Strong women in business don't know how to hate their country, but they still sing backyard flowers across the river. -Du Mu's Bo Qinhuai
3, an tens of millions of buildings, the world's poor are happy, the wind and rain do not move! Alas, when I suddenly saw this house in front of me, my family froze to death alone! -Du Fu's Autumn Wind Breaking the Cottage
4. Before me, where were those lost times? Behind me, where are the future generations? . Only the boundless universe, boundless, can't stop the tears full of sadness. -Chen Ziang is on the Youzhou Tower.
5, the worry of the world first, the joy of the world later. -Fan Zhongyan's "Yueyang Tower"
Second, it hurts spring and autumn.
1, I can't help spending it, and I feel very familiar with Yan Huilai. -Yan Shu's "Huanxisha"
2, silver candle cold painting screen, light Luo small fan flapping fireflies. The night in Tianjie is as cool as water, lying watching morning glory and Vega. -Mutu's autumn night
3, flowers in the branches, flowers under people, poor color shows youth. Yesterday, I saw flowers burning, but now I see flowers falling. Instead of waiting for the spring breeze to blow away, it is better to spend all this time playing. Ying Ge danced with butterflies for a long time, and the red stove was cooking tea and flowers. Dressed up and singing freely, I sent the fragrant branches back to the bridal chamber alone. -Bao Junhui's Xi Huayin
4. I advise you not to cherish golden clothes and to cherish youth. When the flowers should be folded, we should fold them quickly, and don't wait for the flowers to wither before folding one. -Du Qiuniang's "Witch"
The leaves fall like the spray of a waterfall, while I watch the long river roll forward. -Du Fu's "Ascending the Mountain"
Third, emotional gain and loss.
1, searching, cold and cheerless, miserable. 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 in the wind. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence! -Li Qingzhao's "Slow Sound Search"
2, red lotus root fragrance. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was full of the West Building. 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. -Li Qingzhao's "A piece of plum, red lotus root fragrance, residual jade in autumn"
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. -Li Shangyin's "Jinse"
4, chilling, for Changting night, the shower began to rest. Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog. Since ancient times, feelings have hurt and left, and the autumn season is even more worthy of being left out! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning breeze and the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together? -Liu Yong's "Yulin Chills"
There are many poems expressing worries. The above are some poems expressed by individuals, and I hope they can be adopted!