1, tearful eyes asked flowers for silence, and flew over the swing with red.
2. bloom is full of flowers and flowing water. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
3, the wind has lived in the dust fragrant flowers, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
4, Mo Dao does not forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
5. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
6. The belt is getting wider and wider. It's worth getting tired for my coquetry.
7, looking for, cold and clear, miserable.
8. Holding hands and looking at tears, I sobbed silently, thinking and thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, the twilight is heavy.
9. Lonely boudoir, gentle heart and sadness. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.
10, how much sadness can there be, just like a river flowing eastward.
1 1 But since the water is still flowing, let's raise our glasses to drown our sorrows, even though we use swords.
12, I heard that Shuangxi is not bad in spring, and I plan to do canoeing. I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried.
13, 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.
14, white hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard.
15, if life is just like the first time, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan?
2. Poems describing pain. Four Poems by He Xinlang
1. gaoyi map
Where can I find the yellow crane?
Leaving only the sky in Wan Li,
Bai Yunfei.
In the past, good night became a holiday.
Doubt is a mistake,
Who ever wanted to keep his promise?
Why does this feeling last so long?
Had to ask the traveler of Tianya:
Flowers in the mirror,
The moon in the water.
The famous Red Cliff in history is the legacy of heroism.
In the storm,
Dragon and tiger jump.
The mountains are heroes,
Cold stars twinkle in the sky,
Five thousand years is unwilling to be lonely.
Drunk and sighing,
Look at the flowers in the world:
Autumn wind rises,
The voice rustled.
2. Map of fisherman's father
Spring breeze blows green trees,
The world of mortals is hard to break,
Say goodbye to sadness.
Even without any advantages,
A strong heart remains,
Don't ask God for help.
The world pursues the east water,
Only heroes walk alone;
Look at that flying ship,
Nandu again.
Where does duckweed go?
Sighing that the past is unbearable,
A sad scene.
Mountains and rivers are still there,
I cann't express my pride,
A few degrees in spring and autumn in the storm.
Back on the ninth, sometimes,
Why ask heaven a thousand words?
Driving Hong Fei,
Go to the sky.
Akiyama asked for a photo.
The geese fly to the south again,
As far as the eyes can see,
Sunsets are hard to catch.
Wildfire burned weeds,
Stones piled up all the way,
Cannot be buried,
Dust and ashes.
Only the rolling Yangtze River water,
The back wave still pushes the front wave:
It's all gone,
Right and wrong.
Claiming to be invincible,
How much did you suffer for this?
It's stormy.
The table is full of glory, Wan Li,
Drums are beating loudly,
When did the tiger fall from power?
For family reunion,
I have a home. I can't go home.
To whom,
Complaining about sadness?
4. Micro-type
Speaking of this life,
I want to know how many roads I have walked.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter.
When I was young, my heart was too high.
I went to answer all the questions.
Who are you talking to now?
A person can't sing any more,
What's more, human feelings are as cold as ice:
I can't hear you,
I sing.
When I woke up from my dream, everything was empty.
I am worried about Spigel,
White hair only increases.
I had to hide in Emei Mountain,
Become a monk,
The world was abandoned.
Men are brave,
Stop talking about the past:
Disappear in,
In the cold wind.
3. a poem describing pain: when is the girl's spring flower and autumn moon, and how much is known about the past.
The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country was unbearable to look back at the middle of the month. -The jade carving is still there, but Zhu Yan changed it.
How much sadness can you have? -Like a river flowing eastward. Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor. They fall in love with the floor, and emphasize their own sadness for adding new words —— Seven Stories of Song Xin > Hard work and bad weather, once the bucket is sparse, the Milky Way is broken, the old rain of Phoenix Upright Group hits, and the beach is frightened. I sigh in the ocean, I cry for Ganoderma lucidum and Xiancao, not for my lips. What is drunken dancing? Go down the mountain to the moon and return the water one by one? When can I stop this hatred? It's dusk, and I'm alone, worried about the phoenix and the rain. Parting is more painful since ancient times. Leaving Tomb-Sweeping Day is even more embarrassing. Where is Yang Liuan?
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. It's urgent.
Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them 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? The butterfly love flower Su Shi's flower withered, and the red apricot was small. Swallows fly, green water people go around.
Small catkins are blowing on the branches There are many fish in the sea.
Inside the wall, outside the wall, there is a layman, and inside the wall, there is a beautiful woman laughing.
The laughter died away, and so did the sound. Affectionate but heartless chagrin.
It gets colder as soon as the maple leaves fall. It's cold at midnight near meditation creek. I don't want to lose my meditation. A quiet rest froze nine ileums. No one will be disappointed when autumn has passed. It's hard to sing solo in Akichi. The calm water reflects the moonlight. A clear silhouette pulled my face very thin and long.
4. Poems describing pain can't last long, and sorrow and resentment are incurable.
When you are old, you will know that tenses are thin, but when you are worried, you just want the glass to be deep.
Worry is endless, and the distance is like spring water.
I can't listen to endless worries, and the high autumn moon shines on the Great Wall.
When does the Populus euphratica stop? Tears and sadness are broken first.
The sun sets, the five lakes travel, and the smoke waves are everywhere.
Dream of Jiangnan (Tang Dynasty) literature, wash and dress, and lean on Wangjianglou alone. This is not the end of Qian Fan. The slanting light is full of water and my heart is broken!
When the color enters a tall building, someone upstairs is worried.
Secondly, I am worried about the short grass and bright mountains and moons in Cao Ye in the Tang Dynasty.
Thirdly, I'm worried that the temples in Cao Ye were not born in other places in the Tang Dynasty, but grew in this city.
First, I am worried that Cao Yemeng in the Tang Dynasty was as anxious as water and his hair was as white as grass.
Love and hate spend more than words, and worry about the right to drink.
Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily.
Queqiaoxian (Song) Qin Guan is delicate and smart, flying stars spread grievances, and both silver and Chinese are dark. When the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win over countless people. Tender as water, the ceremony is like a dream. If two people love each other for a long time, how can it be sooner or later? Acacia resentment (Ye Li) is not half as deep as Acacia. The sea is still limited and acacia is still mysterious.
People say that willow leaves are like frowning, more like willow silk sadness.
Three drinks, one drunk to solve a thousand worries.
Teenagers don't know what it's like to be sad, so they say they are sad for filling in new endowments.
It was a sad and red place. I remember that the door was full of pears and the lights were cut at night.
It was he who brought the sadness of spring, but he didn't understand where it would go.
Spring outing in Wei Zhuang (Tang Dynasty), Sidi Township, apricot blossoms blow all over the head. Who is young? Full of love. I'm going to marry my body and rest for life. Even if you are mercilessly abandoned, you can't be ashamed!
5. Poems describing pain, swinging in the wall and walking outside the wall.
The layman in the wall, the beauty in the wall laughs.
Laughter fades away, voice fades away,
Affectionate but heartless chagrin.
Never look back, why not?
Since there is no chance, there is no need to call names.
Today, everything is like water.
Tomorrow night, you will be a stranger.
Hairpin phoenix
Lu you
Red crisp hands, yellow wine, mancheng spring willow.
Dong Feng Xie, who is in a bad mood, has been very depressed in recent years.
No, no, no!
Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad.
Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books.
Mo, Mo, Mo!
Hairpin phoenix
Tangwan
The world is thin, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to fall when the rain is sent late.
The breeze is dry, the tears are gone, and I want to worry about it.
Difficult, difficult, difficult!
People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away.
The bugle sounded cold, the night was dim, people were afraid to ask questions, and tears pretended to be happy.
Hide, hide, hide!
6. What poems describe the pain of the disease? 1. Broken bone is wide, and solitary minister Wan Li is a guest in Jianggan. -Lu you
2. Nanmo is late in spring, and the north window is still sick. -Meng Haoran
3, years have been a long time, depression is good for self-harm. The wind invades the diseased bones, and the rain is suffocating. The night tripod is only an antidote, and the moustache is half frosted. What is the frontier like? Who will ask the king of space? -Li Yu
4, sick and strong, the banquet is self-sufficient. The bright moon shines in the secluded place, only to stir up medicine, and only birds come to the secluded courtyard. The quack is too lazy to obey, and the little girl can't help it. Ask an empty door to know the taste, or trouble will invade. -Li Yu
5, critically ill sitting up, black wind and rain hit the cold window. -Yuan Zhen
6, thin body and reduced frequency, sparse hair and self-bias. Waste books cherish the eyes, and most of them are cooked with years. -Liu Yuxi