There are poems about sadness. 1. Sad poems, heartbreaking ancient poems
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2. Flowers drift and water flows by itself. One kind of acacia, two places of leisure. There is nothing that can be done to eliminate this situation, only to frown, but to mind.
3, the wind has stopped the dust and the fragrant flowers have run out, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, tears flow first.
4, Mo Tao is not fascinating, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
5. into a depth of sorrow and concealment of lament, told even more in silence than they had told in sound.
6. I won't regret it if my belt widens gradually. It's worthwhile growing languid for my coquette.
7. Looking for it, it's lonely and sad.
8. Holding hands and staring at each other with tears, I was speechless and sobbed, thinking about it, and it was a thousand miles away, and the dusk was heavy.
9. Lonely boudoir makes my heart ache. Cherish the spring to go, what time to urge the rain.
1. How much sorrow can you have? It's like a river flowing eastward.
11. but since water still flows, though we cut it with our swords, it's even more worrying to raise a glass to dispel your worries.
12. It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to go canoeing. I'm afraid that the boat can't move and I'm worried.
13, three glasses and two light wines, how can you beat him and come late in the wind? Yan Guo is sad, but it is an old acquaintance.
14, the white hair is 3, feet, and the sorrow is like a long one.
15. If life is just like the first time, there is no need to draw a fan in the autumn wind.
16. A teacher shows his true world, and a thousand years later, no one is equal.
17. If two relationships last for a long time, they will be in the morning and evening.
18. Going to the West Building alone without words, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks the clear autumn.
19. I compared my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the canal.
2, yellow flowers piled up all over the ground. Who can pick it now? Watching the window, how can you be dark alone?
21. Looking back suddenly, the man was there, and the lights were dim.
22. Teenagers don't know what it's like to be sad, so they insist on saying it for the sake of adding new words.
23, wine into the sorrow, turned into acacia tears.
24. It's not a transit to Qian Fan, and the twilight is full of water.
25, spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease, and you can see all the Chang' an flowers in one day.
26. After dusk, Dongliba wine has dark fragrance and full sleeves. Don't say that clear autumn is not people, the west wind juanqi bead curtain, the person in the curtain is thinner than that yellow chrysanthemum.
27. Autumn wind and autumn rain are very sad!
28. The passing clouds are scattered with the wind, turning the golden dome into a lonely pine. On-off, on-off and on-off love in the world, causes and ends with nothing. All thoughts are fading away, and I only admire monks outside the world. I, the Buddha, have compassion to save suffering, and I would like to cross the sentient beings in an empty door.
2. What are the poems that describe sadness?
The Sound is Slow. Li Qingzhao
looks for it, and it is cold and clear,
sad and sad.
when it's warm and cold at first, it's the hardest to stop breathing.
three glasses and two light wines, how can you compete with him? You're late and in a hurry.
it's sad to have a wild goose crossing, but it's an old acquaintance.
yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, but they are worn out. Who can pick them now?
how can you get dark when you are alone by the window?
the phoenix tree is drizzling, and it drips at dusk.
this time, what a sad word?
Lu You's Hairpin Phoenix
Red crisp hands, Huangteng wine, and spring willows in the city;
dongfeng evil, with a weak sense of joy,
a feeling of sadness, a few years apart,
wrong, wrong, wrong.
Spring is the same, people are thin and empty, and tears are red and the city is full of tears;
Peach blossoms fall, and the pool is idle.
Although the Mountain League is there, it is difficult to entrust the brocade book.
Mo, Mo, Mo.
Tang Wan's "Hairpin Phoenix":
The world is thin and human feelings are evil, and it is easy for flowers to fall in the evening when it rains.
the breeze is dry, and the tears remain.
if you want to write something on your mind, talk alone. Difficult! Difficult! Difficult!
every man becomes his own man, but today is not yesterday, and the sick soul is often like a thousand years ago.
the horn is cold and the night is gloomy.
I'm afraid of people asking questions, and I pretend to be happy with my tears. Hide. Hide. Hide.
3. What are the poems about sadness
1. Tears asked the flowers for silence, and the red flew over the swing.
2. Flowers drift and water flows by itself. One kind of acacia, two places of leisure. There is nothing that can be done to eliminate this situation, only to frown, but to mind.
3, the wind has stopped the dust and the fragrant flowers have run out, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, tears flow first.
4, Mo Tao is not fascinating, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
5. into a depth of sorrow and concealment of lament, told even more in silence than they had told in sound.
6. I won't regret it if my belt widens gradually. It's worthwhile growing languid for my coquette.
7. Looking for it, it's lonely and sad.
8. Holding hands and staring at each other with tears, I was speechless and sobbed, thinking about it, and it was a thousand miles away, and the dusk was heavy.
9. Lonely boudoir makes my heart ache. Cherish the spring to go, what time to urge the rain.
1. How much sorrow can you have? It's like a river flowing eastward.
11. but since water still flows, though we cut it with our swords, it's even more worrying to raise a glass to dispel your worries.
12. It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to go canoeing. I'm afraid that the boat can't move and I'm worried.
13, three glasses and two light wines, how can you beat him and come late in the wind? Yan Guo is sad, but it is an old acquaintance.
14, the white hair is 3, feet, and the sorrow is like a long one.
15. If life is just like the first time, there is no need to draw a fan in the autumn wind.
16. A teacher shows his true world, and a thousand years later, no one is equal.
17. If two relationships last for a long time, they will be in the morning and evening.
18. Going to the West Building alone without words, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks the clear autumn.
19. I compared my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the canal.
2, yellow flowers piled up all over the ground. Who can pick it now? Watching the window, how can you be dark alone?
21. Looking back suddenly, the man was there, () the lights were dim.
22. Teenagers don't know what it's like to be sad, so they insist on saying it for the sake of adding new words.
23, wine into the sorrow, turned into acacia tears.
24. It's not a transit to Qian Fan, and the twilight is full of water.
25, spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease, and you can see all the Chang' an flowers in one day.
26. After dusk, Dongliba wine has dark fragrance and full sleeves. Don't say that clear autumn is not people, the west wind juanqi bead curtain, the person in the curtain is thinner than that yellow chrysanthemum.
27. Autumn wind and autumn rain are very sad!
28. The passing clouds are scattered with the wind, turning the golden dome into a lonely pine. On-off, on-off and on-off love in the world, causes and ends with nothing. All thoughts are fading away, and I only admire monks outside the world. I, the Buddha, have compassion to save suffering, and I would like to cross the sentient beings in an empty door.
4. Poems describing sadness
Young girl Jie Jiang
Young people listen to rain songs upstairs,
red candles are faint.
in the prime of life, listening to the rain,
the low-lying geese in Jiangkuoyun are called the west wind.
Now, listening to the rain monk's residence,
there are stars on my temples.
joys and sorrows are always related to feelings,
before the next step, it will drop until dawn.
Farewell to Li Shutong
Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue and the sky is blue. The evening breeze blows the willow flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountains! The horizon of the sky, the corner of the earth, and the intimate friends are half scattered. A pot of turbid wine makes me happy. Say goodbye to Meng Han tonight.
Remember Qin 'e and Li Qingzhao.
Lingao Pavilion.
The chaotic mountains and Ping Ye are thin.
the smoke is thin,
when the rooster crow returns,
the horns are heard at dusk.
it's disgusting to lose the fragrance,
the west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall.
the phoenix tree falls,
it's autumn,
it's lonely.
Li Qingzhao's voice is slow
Looking for it, it's cold and lonely, and it's sad and sad.
when it's warm and cold at first, it's the hardest to stop breathing.
three glasses and two light wines can't compete with him, and the wind is rushing at dawn.
Yan Guo is sad, but it's an old acquaintance.
yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground. Who can be broken now?
you can't live alone by watching the window!
the phoenix tree is drizzling, and it drips at dusk.
this time, what a sad word!
Du Fu in Spring
though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure, and spring comes green again to trees and grasses.
where petals have been shed like tears, and lonely birds have sung their grief.
after the war-fires of three months, one message from home is worth a ton of gold.
I stroke my white hair. It has grown too thin, to hold the hairpins any more.
5. Poems that describe sadness
Poems that describe sadness
1. Tears ask flowers without words, and red flies over the swing.
2. Flowers drift and water flows by itself. One kind of acacia, two places of leisure. There is nothing that can be done to eliminate this situation, only to frown, but to mind.
3, the wind has stopped the dust and the fragrant flowers have run out, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, tears flow first.
4, Mo Tao is not fascinating, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
5. into a depth of sorrow and concealment of lament, told even more in silence than they had told in sound.
6. I won't regret it if my belt widens gradually. It's worthwhile growing languid for my coquette.
7. Looking for it, it's lonely and sad.
8. Holding hands and staring at each other with tears, I was speechless and sobbed, thinking about it, and it was a thousand miles away, and the dusk was heavy.
9. Lonely boudoir makes my heart ache. Cherish the spring to go, what time to urge the rain.
1. How much sorrow can you have? It's like a river flowing eastward.
11. but since water still flows, though we cut it with our swords, it's even more worrying to raise a glass to dispel your worries.
12. It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to go canoeing. I'm afraid that the boat can't move and I'm worried.
13, three glasses and two light wines, how can you beat him and come late in the wind? Yan Guo is sad, but it is an old acquaintance.
14, the white hair is 3, feet, and the sorrow is like a long one.
15. If life is just like the first time, there is no need to draw a fan in the autumn wind.
16. A teacher shows his true world, and a thousand years later, no one is equal.
17. If two relationships last for a long time, they will be in the morning and evening.
18. Going to the West Building alone without words, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks the clear autumn.
19. I compared my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the canal.
2, yellow flowers piled up all over the ground. Who can pick it now? Watching the window, how can you be dark alone?
6. Ancient Poems about Sadness
Sighing that Du Mu of Tang Dynasty naturally went to school late in spring, so there is no need to be disappointed and resentful.
the wind is crimson, and the green leaves are covered with branches. You gave birth to me, but I gave birth to you. You hate me for being late, and I hate you for being early.
you were born before I was born, but I was old when you were born. Hate is not born at the same time, and you are good every day.
I was born before you were born, but you gave birth to me and I am old. I am far away from you, and you are separated from me.
I was born before you were born, but you gave birth to me and I am old. Become a butterfly went to look for flowers and lived in the grass every night.
The old boy sings Li Shutong buttonwood, with yellow leaves floating in the west wind, and the forest branches in the evening. Flowers are in a hurry, and whoever hangs them depends on it.
Zhu Yan is fading in the mirror, and her white hair is winding around. A moment of time, at the end, is to make people old, and it is difficult to buy a good youth with a thousand dollars.
The setting sun on the Song and Lu Tour City in Shenyuan painted a corner mourning, and Shenyuan was not a revival of the pool platform. Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, and it used to be a stunning photo.
7. What are the ancient poems describing sadness?
Four poems by Yantai Li Shangyin
Spring
The scenery of Ran Ran is strange to the east and west, and you can't find your soul for days. Honey house feather guest class heart, Ye Ye advocates getting to know each other all the time.
the peach trees are warm and warm, and the peach trees stand tall and stand tall. What about the male dragon and the female phoenix? It's also a mystery to be confused.
when you are drunk, it is like the dawn, and the dream is broken. I am worried that the iron net will cover the coral, and the sea is wide and the sky is wide.
The belt is heartless and wide, and the smoke in spring is as white as the frost in autumn. I don't know if Yan Dan broke Shi Tian, but I wish I could get a lock in the prison.
it's cold and fragrant. Today, the east wind is invincible, and it turns into a light into the west sea.
in summer,
the rain curtain in the front pavilion will not roll, but the fragrant trees in the back hall will be shaded. Shicheng scenery is yellow, and at midnight, it is empty and empty.
the silk fan calls the wind to blend the sky and gently whirl the waves. Does Shu soul have a lonely companion? After several nights, kapok blooms.
It's hard to get the light from the shadows in the Gui Palace, but Yan Xun Lan speaks softly. I taught Yinhan to fall into his arms, but I didn't send Xingfei town to come and go.
what is the source of turbid water and clear waves? The river of Ji River is clear and the Yellow River is muddy. Andrew lifted his skirt in the mist, and took the cloud chariot to call Taijun.
in autumn
the moon waves are constant and wet every day, and the cool toads are all gone and the stars are scattered. The cloud screen does not move to hide the loneliness, and the west building is in a hurry for kites all night.
I want to weave acacia flowers and send them far away, but I miss each other all day long. But when I heard the sound of Beidou ringing, I didn't see the long river clear and shallow.
Goldfish lock off the red laurel spring, and in ancient times, it was full of dust. It' s sad that the small garden is a long road, and Yushu has not pity the national subjugation.
heptachord has hidden Chu Nong, and the more cold it is, the thinner the gold and the heavier the mud. The night-terrorizing cream of the parrot with a curtain hook evokes the dream of South Cloud circling the cloud.
Tang Dingding linked the ruler element, and recorded the acquaintance of Xiangchuan. The song lips hold the rain for a lifetime, but it's a pity that the fragrance is in their hands.
in winter
when the sun rises in the east and the sun sets in the west, the female phoenix flies alone and the female dragon is widowed. Qingxi Baishi does not face each other, and the class is far away.
Frost and frost on the frozen wall are hidden, while aromatic roots are interrupted and fragrant hearts die. Waves take pictures of toads, while moon moths may not be beautiful.
Chu is in charge of all kinds of worries and worries, and the empty city strikes and dances. At that time, Huan was selling in the palm of his hand, and Taoye Taogen was a twin sister.
when you break the ice, the Japanese fall into the cold, and the white jade swallows the golden cicada. The windmill rains and the horse doesn't hold on, and the candle cries red and complains about the dawn.
Jin se Li shangyin
I wonder why my inlaid harp has fifty strings, each with its flower-like fret an interval of youth.
the sage Chuangzi is day-dreaming, bewitched by butterflies, the spring-heart of Emperor Wang is crying in a cuckoo.
mermen weep their pearly tears down a moon-green sea, blue fields are breathing their jade to the sun.
and a moment that ought to have lasted for ever, has come and gone before I knew.
untitled Li shangyin
a misty rain comes blowing with a wind from the east, and wheels faintly thunder beyond Hibiscus Pool. There are locks of the golden toad incense burner, cigarette wrapped in elegant, like the yuhu pulley, traction rope to draw the well water.
a great lady once, from behind a screen, favoured a poor youth, a fairy queen brought a bridal mat once for the ease of a prince and then vanished. Never mind * * * flowers compete for hair, and of even this bright flame of love, shall there be only ashes?.
Spring Rain
Sleeping in the white clothes in the Spring Festival, but am thinking only of the White Gate City where I cannot be. There are two red chambers fronting the cold, hidden by the rain, and a lantern on a pearl screen swaying my lone heart homeward.
the long road ahead will be full of new hardship, with, late in the nights, brief intervals of dream. Oh, to send you this message, this pair of jade earrings!, I watch a lonely wild goose in three thousand miles of cloud.
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Go to Mochou Hall, where rapture lasts the whole night long. The goddess of Wu mountain, the king of Chu, was originally a dream; Qingxi's sister - in - law residence, this alone has no lang.
storms are ravishing the nut-horns, moon-dew sweetening cinnamon-leaves. I know well enough naught can come of this lovliness, melancholy is frivolous.
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time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted, and the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone. And the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die, the candle turns to dust before the tears dry.
mornings in her mirror she sees her hair-cloud changing, yet she dares the chill of moonlight with her evening song. There are no many ways to get to Pengshan, oh blue-birds, be listening!-Bring me what she says!.
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a faint phoenix-tail gauze, fragrant and doubled, Biwen Dome meets at night. The encounter, too late to use a fan to cover up; But you drove by, speechless.
It used to be lonely and fragrant, how far can a pomegranate-blossom whisper?. I will tether my horse to a river willow, where to stay in the southwest?
Stay in the Luoshi Pavilion to remember Cui Yong
The bamboo dock is clean and the water is clear, and the homesickness is separated from the heavy city. Autumn is cloudy and frost flies late, leaving the residual lotus to listen to the rain.
note on a rainy night to a friend in the north
You asked about the return date, and evening rain rose to the autumn pool. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about evening rain.
fallen flowers
gone is the guest from the Chamber of Rank, and petals, confused in my little garden. Hankage is confused and blurred by the winding path; The overlook petals dance reflected the afterglow of the setting sun.
oh, how can I bear to sweep them away?, to a sad-eyed watcher they never return. The love of flowers Flower lovers naturally to blame spring to go too early; The spring to the end, the flowers and flowers only to shed tears.
note: I copied this from others.