how many past events have gone up in smoke?
how many tender feelings can you tell me?
a spare song "Laughing at the Red Dust".
white gauze dress, green Luo skirt,
Why do you kill me?
This life is a lotus dream,
I will be a flower protector in the next life.
Reference: 3 Poems by Bai Yu
Let's talk about poems first.
I feel quite sad about Li Bai's "Sauvignon Blanc", especially "Sauvignon Blanc, which destroys the heart".
Du Fu's "The Military Vehicle Shop" Sunset, infinite beauty, only close to the dusk.
In addition, most of Li Shangyin's untitled poems are about love, which is also sad. For example, "the stars of last night and the wind of last night" and "time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted".
There are many words
Su Shi:
Jiang Chengzi
Farewell to Xuzhou
There are endless thoughts on the horizon.
we met in a hurry.
hand in hand with beautiful women, and tears break the residual red.
why ask Dongfeng Yu? Spring is here, with whom?
Suidi is soluble in water in March.
Go back to Hong and go to Wuzhong.
Looking back on Pengcheng, Qingsi and Huaitong.
I want to send a thousand tears of homesickness, but I can't, Chu Jiangdong.
More famous is Jiang Chengzi by Su Shi, which mourns the death of his wife:
Ten years of life and death are boundless.
if you don't think about it, you will never forget it.
a lonely grave is a thousand miles away, and there is nowhere to talk about it.
even if we meet, we should not know, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are frosty.
at night, I dream and suddenly return home.
Xiao Xuan window, dressing.
caring for each other is silent, only a thousand lines of tears.
It's expected that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka.
Li Qingzhao's ci also contains many sad works:
A plum cut
A fragrant lotus root leaves a jade in the autumn.
untie Luo Shang lightly,
go to Lanzhou alone.
who sent the brocade book in the cloud?
when the word "wild goose" returns,
the moon is full of the West Building.
flowers drift and water flows.
a kind of lovesickness,
two carefree worries.
There's nothing I can do to get rid of this feeling.
I frown, but
I care.
Linjiangxian
The courtyard is a little deep,
Cloudy windows and foggy pavilions are often covered,
Plum calyx on willow tips is gradually distinct,
Spring returns to Moling tree,
People are old and healthy.
It's a matter of feeling the moon and singing the wind.
Now you're getting old and getting nowhere.
Whoever pities and pines is even worse.
It's boring to try the lamp.
I'm not in the mood to walk through the snow.
There is also Li Yu. Most of the late works of the conquered king are full of sadness:
Broken array
Over the past 4 years, my country has been three thousand miles away.
The Dragon House in Fengge is even connected with a lonely man, and the branches of Yushu are like cigarettes.
I have known each other for several times.
once you are classified as a vassal, you will sink your waist and burn your temples.
On the day of hastily resigning from the temple, the teaching workshop still played a farewell song.
weep for gong e.
Yu Meiren
When is the spring flower and autumn moon, how much is known about the past.
Last night, there was an easterly wind in the small building, and
The old country could not bear to look back in the middle of the moon.
Carved fences and jade carvings should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them.
How much sorrow can you have?
It's like a river flowing eastward.
the waves of sand make
the rain gurgling outside the curtain, and the spring is fading.
Luo Zhou can't stand the cold.
not in the dream? Stop it? What is it?
if you don't lean on the fence alone, you will be boundless.
It's easier to see when you are not there.
the flowing water has gone out in spring, which is heaven and earth.
Two Poems by Lu You and Tang Wan > Hairpin phoenix > It's also very sad
◆ Lu You. Hairpin Phoenix ◆
Red crisp hands, Huangteng wine. Willow on the palace wall in spring in the city. Dongfeng evil, love is thin.
I feel sad for a few years. Wrong, wrong, wrong.
spring remains the same, and people are thin and empty. Tears are red and full of tears. Peach blossoms fall, idle pool pavilion.
although shanmeng is here, it's hard to trust the brocade book. Mo, Mo, Mo!
◆ Tang Wan. Hairpin Phoenix ◆
The world is thin, human feelings are bad, and flowers are easy to fall in the evening when it rains. The breeze is dry and the tears are residual.
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 dim.
I'm afraid of people asking questions, and I pretend to be happy with my tears. Hide, hide, hide!
thank you! ~