Poetry describing madness

"Sorrowful Ci"

Era: Qing Dynasty Author: Chen Weisong

During the day and night, I wash my rouged face with my tears.

Whoever cherishes it again has short legs and is not worthy of your recommendation.

A few cursing parrots, half a bed cursed with hibiscus.

Laughing at the knight Qi Qi, who tied his bones to a green shirt, and ridiculed him for his convenience.

If you don't go to the Qing Dynasty, there will be a battle in Qinghe; if you don't go to the Qing Dynasty, there will be a brothel banquet.

Ask what is down and out, green quinoa pen and inkstone.

The boss was afraid of meeting the Qiu Ma generation, so he went crazy into the fireworks courtyard.

Swear that from now on I will wear powder on my eyebrows, and wear hairpins and songs.

"Listening to Chen Sizhang Playing the Pipa in Liangxi on an Autumn Night"

Era: Qing Dynasty Author: Chen Weisong

It is so gloomy and gloomy, this sound of sighing, Hu Weihu Come? It's like a spirit cat roaring at night, violently breaking off the shore; a horned eagle rising in autumn, tearing through the deserted platform with fury.

Suddenly deep in thought, steep and suppressed, with fine gossamers adorning the fallen plum blossoms.

In the ice string, it caused tears and all kinds of sorrow all night long.

Ten years ago, I remembered to accompany you, and I secretly guessed how to hold hands with the frost lamp.

Sigh that the wealthy family is enjoying wine and meat, who can tolerate Qing's arrogance? The children of the Liyuan are always jealous of the king's talent.

Longing down the Guanhe River, chatting about Xiao's life experience, Xiaohu Lei burst into the empty pavilion.

He is extremely crazy and curses most of the diners in the world.

"Tingqian Cypress"

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty

Author: Yuan Zhen

Tingqian Cypress, Zhijun once treated Luo Hope. I am a crazy and drunk person.

Why should I be your enemy? In order to fight against the enemy, the flowers in Luoyang city were red and white. The flowers are red and white,

There are more and more prisoners, but the flowers are red and white.