Ancient poems that describe being completely disappointed with a person include:
I am worried about the south of the Yangtze River and the north of the Yangtze River, and the wine is red. ——Fang Yue's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou·Pingshan Hall with Dongpo Rhyme"
Time can only help people grow old, do not believe in sentimentality, long-lasting regrets leave the pavilion, and the tears on spring clothes can easily wake up with wine. ——Yan Shu, "Picking Mulberries: Time only helps people grow old." ——Shi Jianwu "Climbing Siming Mountain at Night with the Hermits"
Three glasses and two glasses of light wine, how can they defeat the wind and the wind that comes late at night! The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance. ——Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice·Xun Xun Mi Mi"
In the Ming Dynasty, it was another time to say goodbye in a lonely boat, and I was worried about seeing the wine curtains on the river bridges green. ——Dou Shuxiang's "Summer Night Stay with My Cousin and Tell Old Stories"
Feng'er cannot understand people's suffering, and Yan'er cannot explain people's sorrows. ——Cheng Gai's "The Highest Building·Old Thoughts"
When you enter a tall building in the dark, there are people upstairs who are worried. ——Li Bai's "Bodhisattva Barbarian·Pinglin Desert Smoke is Like Weaving"
There is no one in the courtyard and the moon is bright, and the night frost is about to clear up first. ——Zhang Lei "Sitting at Night, No One in the Courtyard, Autumn Moonlight"
The phoenix curtain is lonely and unaccompanied. ——Zhu Shuzhen, "Bodhisattva Man·Mountain Pavilion, Water Pavilion and Half Autumn"
What is the most hurtful thing in front of your pillow? There are no dewdrops on the sycamore leaves. ——Yin E's "Linjiang Fairy·The Milky Way is Quiet on a Cold Night in Late Autumn"
When the servant girl stopped combing her green temples, she felt as sad as the white snow that was blowing back. ——Li Bai's "Long Farewell"
More like tears on the Xunyang River. ——Zhu Dunru, "Reduced Words Magnolia·Liu Lang is Old"
There are infinite painting hands in the world, but it is sad that they cannot paint. ——Gao Chan's "Jinling Evening View"
As spring passes and autumn comes, my heart is filled with sorrow as if I was drunk. ——Ouyang Jiong's "A Cloud in Wushan·Spring Passes and Autumn Comes"
Died before leaving the army, which makes the hero burst into tears.
——Du Fu's "The Prime Minister of Shu"