I have always been superficial, but I have deep feelings.
I don't know why or how it ends.
Leng Yuben had no intention, but she was always affectionate.
The vast land is broken with a sword, and the prosperity is gone. Leaning against the clouds hides loneliness, even if others laugh at me.
Let him know everything and smile for you.
Send a song to you, don't invite people to get together at the end of the song.
Who scattered the smoke, who scattered the vertical and horizontal ties.
Listen to the string and break three thousand infatuations. Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips.
There are trees on the mountain and branches on the tree. My heart likes you. You don't know that.
Whoever forgets each other first, dumping the country is the old country. I refuse to play. Shadows are amazing.
Once upon a time, there were tall buildings that sang at night and had dancing sleeves on them.
When all the flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you.
Spring goes and spring comes, beauty is old, flowers fall and people die.
Still water, singing; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy.
Lights and stars, sounds and songs are endless.
As beautiful as flowers and pure as jade, I can go back to the past, but I can't go back to the beginning.
Dark clouds cover the moon, people can't see anywhere, and they can't tell how lonely they are.
This time I left you, it was the wind, the rain and the night; You smiled, I waved, and a lonely road spread to both ends.
The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.
Like this star is not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night.
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, I don't think about it, I will never forget it, I am alone in a grave, and there is nowhere to talk.
Butterflies are beautiful. After all, butterflies can't fly across the sea.
Finally, the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River covered the whole world. After the glory of China, it was just a scene, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.
Elegance refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time.
Hand over mountains and rivers and smile for you.
A few sighs, a bit of joys and sorrows.
My life is up to me, which is ridiculous.
2. What are the sad poems on the Internet?
1, I was going to say the date before I respected you, but I didn't say anything about spring. -Ouyang Xiu's "Jade Tower Spring"
2. Since the monarch came out, the mirror has been dark. Thinking of a gentleman is like running water, why bother to be poor all the time? -Xu Gan's Room Thinking
3, overlapping tears, life is only difficult to die. -Wen, "The Recent Flowers"
4, love is afraid of thinking. Looking at the long beach, the grass is full of heart. It's hard to find two places when you are sad to sing. -Zhu Yizun's "High Balcony"
5, an inch of acacia, there is no arrangement in the world. -Li Guan's "The Recent Flowers"
6, the belt is getting wider and wider, I don't regret it. -Liu Yong's Wu Fengqi
Explanation:
1, I was going to say the date before I respected you, but I didn't say anything about spring. -Ouyang Xiu's "Jade Tower Spring"
Interpretation: At the practice party, I was going to tell you a virtual return date to comfort your heart injured by parting, but I got stuck in my throat before I finished. You have read my mind for a long time, and my face is so sad and gloomy that I can't even speak.
2. Since the monarch came out, the mirror has been dark. Thinking of a gentleman is like running water, why bother to be poor all the time? -Xu Gan's Room Thinking
Interpretation: Since he left, that bright mirror no longer shines. My heart misses him like running water, and I hope to see him again.
3, overlapping tears, life is only difficult to die. -Wen, "The Recent Flowers"
Interpretation: I write to you with many sad tears, so that I can't forget my love for a long time.
4, love is afraid of thinking. Looking at the long beach, the grass is full of heart. It's hard to find two places when you are sad to sing. -Zhu Yizun's "High Balcony"
Interpretation: A woman saw a Ye upstairs and fell in love with him. She missed him very much and died unsatisfied. Ye never knew. Ye happened to pass by on the day that the woman died. The woman's mother caught him and said this. Ye rushed into the room and burst into tears. The woman closed her eyes.
5, an inch of acacia, there is no arrangement in the world. -Li Guan's "The Recent Flowers"
Interpretation: There are countless lovesickness feelings in a small heart, and there is no place to arrange these sorrows in the vast world.
6, the belt is getting wider and wider, I don't regret it. -Liu Yong's Wu Fengqi
Interpretation: People have lost weight, and my clothes are getting looser and looser. I have never regretted it. I'd rather look haggard in memory of her.
3. The network knows your sad poem, Huang bloom, but it is almost invisible. How could it be wrong?
Ice crystals melt the soul, making people lighter for a long time. Think of the beauty in the sky, the yellow earth and gold in the setting sun, the beauty in the east of the sky, the elves in the ice and snow, and try on evening makeup. One day there is only one kind of love in the world, and that must be my love for you.
There is an inaudible voice, a profane language, an indescribable feeling and an irresistible force. Knowing you is a fate, falling in love with you is a beauty, and being with you is a blessing. I want to be with you forever. I meet you in the afternoon at dusk in summer, miss you in the long wind and frost in autumn, kiss you in the green spring, and just ask you gently-let me love you all my life, OK? Meeting you is a mistake, falling in love with you is a mistake, and leaving you is a mistake.
May you hold your hand and grow old with your son! "Love" is very heavy, and I am willing to hold her firmly with you! Love starts to miss you at the moment you leave. On Valentine's Day night, what I want to hear is that I love you. All I want you to do is hold me, lean against me and say you love me. On the first Valentine's Day of this century, I wish you a happy Valentine's Day.
I slept soundly in your strong arms tonight. In the shadow, we sang with the willows, breaking the quiet night. Our figure was dragged by the sunset. Pay attention to our health! Do you know that?/You know what? The last thing I want is to see you sick! Really! Never frown even when you are sad, because you never know who is falling in love with your smile.
4. Poems about monks: Farewell to Buddhists at the foot of the mountain (Bai Juyi)
Send me down the mountain, so no one knows this.
I'm seventy and ninety years old. I'll give birth to him when I know it.
Bird's Nest and Monk Zan (Bai Juyi)
Thin for a long time, praised with feelings.
Once, the grass temple leaned against the green trees, and it was well known that there was a bird's nest.
Poems given to monks in the bird's nest (Bai Juyi)
I don't know where the road is, my head is white and my teeth are yellow.
I was still drunk when I was drinking wine.
Later than Panshi Temple, pay tribute to monk Zheng ()
I want to find a lonely temple in the wild for the time being. The shore flowers hide water pheasants, and the stream reflects the wind furnace.
A new magpie with a nest on the top has old beads in its clothes. Talk about Zen, stop and hesitate.
To a topless monk (Du Xunhe)
Hawthorn grass dyed raspberry moss, eyes still careless. If you live in the world than my teacher,
Why are you lying in the rock like a wild man? I just heard that Zhang Xi is not in Sanchu, and he said he would follow his fate to Wutai.
Who needs to do it for whom?
The monk Chang Lufu is really awesome (Huang Tingjian)
Loose dead bamboo is thin, so it is cold.
The mountain is high and the water is deep, so you can't make mistakes.
For many foreign scholars, the soil of solemnity is like the hand of Taoism.
Blow away the abbot, sit on the couch and never accept it.
The first creation, the elegant and upright thunder roar, is also the participation of the lonely.
If the husband seals the sea with Buddhism, he will scare the monk away from Wu Xian.
Monk cries for Bai Yan (Jia Dao)
The mossy stone bed is new, and the teacher has occupied several springs. Write shadows in the street, but burn in meditation.
The tower yard is closed with pine snow and the dust is locked in the room. Tears of self-disgust, not empty people.