A poem about forget the sorrow 1. Forget the sorrow's poems about sadness and drinking.
Li Bai drinks the bright moon alone
A pot of wine from the flowers, I drink it alone. No one was with me until I raised my cup. I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us.
Alas, the moon cannot drink water, and my shadow follows me blankly; But for a while, I had these friends who cheered me up at the end of spring.
I sang. The moon encourages me and I dance. My shadow is rolling in the back. I woke up and had sex, and then I got drunk and we lost each other.
Will goodwill be guaranteed? I think the Milky Way is a long way.
Xi Wenhua Gate Hotel Weng Cen Can
The old man is still selling wine at the age of 70, and thousands of jars are placed at the door. Elm pods on the roadside are still like money. Can you pick and sell wine?
When seeing Li Shaofu off, he lived comfortably in the guest house.
It snowed in Chuqing when I met the hotel against my will. The master is drunk, but you are not. Do you want to go home at dusk?
To Wei Ba, Chu Shi and Du Fu.
It is almost as difficult for friends to meet. As for the morning star and the evening star tonight, it is a rare event. This lamp is candlelight.
Two men who were young not long ago, but now their temples are gray! It shocked us to find that half of our friends had died, which made us sad.
Little did we expect that twenty years later, when I left, I couldn't see you again. You weren't married, but now these boys and girls are together.
They were very kind to their father's old friends. They asked me where I went during the trip. Then, when we chatted for a while, our daughter Luo Jiujiang.
Spring leeks cut in the rain at night, in the kitchen. My host announced that it was a festival, and he urged me to drink ten cups.
But what kind of ten glasses of wine can make me so drunk, because your love is always in my heart. The mountains will separate us tomorrow. Who can say for sure after tomorrow? .
Chongqing Baqiu Zhangji
Over the past year, when Mars was happy, the fairy boat was drunk blue, poetry fell with the grass, and wine was rich.
Floating life is like gathering clouds, and the past is like a dream. Today, the sails fall, and the autumn wind looks back and tears dry.
On the 9th, I had tea with Lu and Jiao Ran.
Jiuri Mountain Buddhist Temple, with chrysanthemum yellow in the east, is full of wine. Who can help tea fragrance?
Cao Cao's short song
Singing the right wine, life is like morning dew, and it is difficult to go more in one day.
Li Bai in the mountains
The two of them exchanged flowers, cup after cup. I was so drunk that I could fall asleep, and the Ming Dynasty deliberately held it.
Singing to wine is the geometry of life.
Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village.
Wine luminous glass, want to drink pipa, hurry up immediately.
A new song and a glass of wine. The weather was bad last year.
Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? There is a breeze and a waning moon on the bank of Yangliu.
When drinking with a bosom friend.
If you don't love wine, WINE STAR can't be listed in the sky.
If the land doesn't love wine, there should be no Jiuquan.
Heaven and earth love wine, and love wine is not a loss.
Three cups lead to the avenue, and one barrel is natural.
But if you are interested in wine, don't pass it on to people who wake up.
Write sad poems
Changle slope gives people the word "Tang Bai Juyi". Pedestrians are divided into north and south roads, and flowing water meets Yugou from east to west.
I hate leaving the slope all day long, and Changle's fame is a long worry. One is that Tang Meng is as anxious as water and his hair is as white as new grass.
Look forward to the solstice of spring and give it back to others. Secondly, I'm worried that Tang's grass is short and green, and the mountains and moons are bright.
That night, I woke up and the roof was crying. Thirdly, I'm worried that the temples in Tang dynasty are not yet born. They are like the hair in the city.
Look at Linchuan, you can't swim in the water. Two elegies on the river-Tang Chenyu-opened the door of the river and the door of rotten grass.
I only worry about my children, but I don't feel old. The grass by the river has withered stems and leaves.
That would be great. There is no cold wave every night. In September, the sorrow is broken and the grass flies on three sides.
Dust horses change color, frost and snow swords make clothes. On a cloudy night, I am riding home by the book post.
Yin Qinfeng is upstairs, still waiting for Chunhui. Worrying about Tang Dujiang is called worrying about life every day, and martial arts is not a common thing.
The vortex heron is at the bottom of the bath, and the solitary flowers are distinct. Ten years of military darkness, foreign guests are old and lonely.
Whether Qinshan Mountain in Weishui can see or not will make people sick. It is even more important to worry about sitting in the common field of Du Fu's high village in Tang Dynasty.
In October, the mountains are cold and heavy, and the lonely city is faint. There are many kinds, left bear.
Running in fear all day, I dare not mention the return date. Worried about the Tang Dynasty, Du Mu gathered and dispersed invisibly, and the ileum was self-contained.
You can't stay in ancient and modern times, and you can't live without it. General Lu thought that the autumn was far away.
Who is more haggard, crying Qin Jing? What's the point of sending Du Fu to support a humble family? Jiangtong Goddess Pavilion is separated from Wangxiangtai.
Gradually cherish the old face, no siblings came. War and human affairs, looking back is sad.
In spring, Tang Han is lush, the golden sun flies to the jade rabbit, and the green temples last forever. Qin E's sixteen words are like a string. He didn't solve the problem of being greedy for flowers and cherishing willows.
Wu Yuling geese have no news, and the water vows to grow green. I advise you not to go for a spring outing when you are young. Warm wind is thicker than wine when you are late.
Tang Chongsi, who is sad alone, heard that Chengdu wine can be found without bad money. I don't know how many fights it takes to sell it.
Two poems about Hakka's sorrow: Tang Hakka's sorrow at the sight of willow color is getting deeper and deeper. The rippling spring breeze, who knows that the calendar is chaotic.
The guest is worried about the willow color, and the spring day is long. By sending running water to Hunan, he continued to enter the emperor's hometown.
The arrival of Tang Tingbi, a sad poem, is hard to send and stay, and it's all over. Pan Yue worried about the silk in his temple, and he frowned sadly.
Long poems ride empty, and the sound of geese is far away. Many lovesickness don't meet, and wine awakens the moon like a hook.
Depressed by the rain, Dr. Tang 60 thousand, who sent money, accumulated rain one after another regardless of hunger and cold. Take care of your clothes, look at your elbows, and look in the mirror for words.
Nine mud seas, wet clouds in Qian Shan. Dragon Bell drives Money Festival, thinking of you everywhere.
Chunchoujiao's "Spring Story" and "Sorrow Guest" are different encounters. So flowers leave new branches, and new tears fall on old clothes.
Lonely at dusk, floating and sinking together. Tang Mengjiao, who was sad alone, was still in the distance the day before yesterday. Yesterday, she was white-haired.
Want to know how Wan Li feels, just stay in bed for half a month. I am always afraid of insects singing, which makes my grass rest.
The melancholy songs of Tang Shi Jianwu's singers did not stop, and people's melancholy increased. Empty the post and pick the unintentional lamp.
If you are worried about Zhuang, you will avoid worrying again, and worrying will be unforgettable. Sit in your heart at night and frost your temples.
No childe dream, partial into the traveler's intestines. Excuse me, Gao Xuanke, where is the land of drunkenness? Don Wei Zhuang's worry about spring is more hurtful, but his dislike of spring lasts longer.
Dew touched the tears of Hunan bamboo, and the flowers fell more and more beautifully. Sleep with fear and dreams and relax.
There are few people in the backyard, and the moonlight is scattered. Chunchouzhuang's own spring worries are killing his soul, and he can't bear to miss his grandson.
The falling flowers are silent and the rain is hazy, and no one in the deep courtyard leans against the door alone. Worried about Yin big sleep, I felt that my voice was leaking late, and I often picked my eyebrows and sang miserably.
The yellow leaves fall to urge the anvil to set the sun, and Zigui breaks his dream when he cries. Fei Ming went to cry a thousand lines of tears, and Cai Yan came back to comb her temples.
The Four Nobles cannot be recruited into the mountains, and the homeless are the most vulnerable. Tao, who sent someone to worry, threw a deep sigh in the mud, which could not arouse deep sorrow.
Mo Yan's guests have no worries, but they must know how to worry and be sad. Worried about the fallen leaves of Tang Yuxuan, Zhu Si caressed herself and sang.
Don't hate people who have no friends, but cultivate their nature and throw them into the sea. There is a sound outside the old man's car door, and there are many Taoist scrolls in front of the pillow.
Cloth will eventually become a passer-by, and green water and green mountains will eventually pass. Jiangling urgently sent an soup to QianYe Feng, Xuan Ji, and the river bridge was shaded by dusk sails.
Remember that your heart is like the Xihe River, which flows eastward day and night. Ugly slave, the middle wall of Shuboshan Road in the Southern Song Dynasty, young Xin Qiji did not know the taste of sorrow, fell in love with the building and said sad words.
Now I know the taste of sadness, and I want to talk about it, but I want to talk about it, but it is a cool autumn. Zhu Yingtai in the Southern Song Dynasty, Xin Qiji divided Baochai, crossed peach leaves and smoked willow in Nanpu.
I'm afraid of climbing up high-rise buildings. It's windy and rainy for nine days in ten days. The fallen petals are heartbroken, and the wind and rain have destroyed people. Who advised Huang Yuan not to cry? Look at the flower clusters on the temples, and it will be people's fate to calculate the number of petals, just to put on the flower clusters and take off the numbers.
The light in the tent is faint, and the dream is suffocating. It is his spring that brings sadness. Where does it lead? But don't take the sadness away.
3. What are the sad poems?
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It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing, and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
An episode of ghost stories
Ten miles of Pinghu is full of frost, and every inch of moss worries about the New Year.
Looking at the full moon and protecting each other, I only admire Yuanyang but not the fairy.
"Tianjingsha Qiu Si" 28 words
Ma Yuan Zhiyuan
Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
Operator Yongmei 44 words.
Song luyou
Broken bridge outside the post, lonely. It's dusk, and it's stormy.
I have no intention of striving for spring. Every group of people are jealous, and they are all smashed into mud and crushed into ashes. Only the fragrance remains unchanged.
4. Sad poems and famous sentences
How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward. -Li Yu's Young Beauty
But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows. -Li Bai's "Shu Yun, Xuanzhou Xie Tiao Building Farewell School Book"
Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence! -Li Qingzhao's Slow Voice
It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and I plan to canoe, so that the grasshopper boat in Shuangxi can't move and has a lot of worries. -Li Qingzhao's Spring in Wuling
White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard. -Li Bai's Song of Qiu Puge flies freely like a dream, and endless silk rain is as fine as sorrow. -Qin Guan's "Huanxisha" dream, Zhu Yan in the mirror has changed. Spring goes and spring comes, and there are thousands of worries like the sea. -Qin Guan's "Thousand Years"
Sadness is getting farther and farther away, and the distance is like spring water. -Ouyang Xiu's "Walking on the Sand"
If you ask how much leisure do you have? Yichuan tobacco, city wind, plum yellow rain. -He Zhu's Jade Case
The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably. -Du Fu's "Ascending the Mountain" leans against the dangerous building, looking at the spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. -Yan Shu's "The Recent Flowers"
But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker. The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy. Cui Hao is like the grass in spring, but when it goes further, it is still alive. —— Li Yu's sunset tower is stacked on the mountain, and it is not half idle. -Zhao Wei, please measure the water in the East China Sea to see the shallow sorrow. -Li Wei