Second, Chang 'e should regret stealing the elixir. -Li Shangyin's Chang 'e
Third, the swallows have long cold snow, and the moths have withered and no sand. -two poems by Li Bai and Wang Zhaojun
Fourth, I still have ruthless tears. I hate not meeting before I finish shaving. -Su's "Ten Skillful Poems Selected"
Fifth, there should never be countless grievances? Ma Tiejin Pavilion, Qingcheng Evening Road. -Nalan Xingde's "Flowers are Out of the Plug"
Sixth, I didn't see you when I sat down, and I wanted to be heartbroken when I came back. -Su Shi's "Linjiang Fairy, Send Your Majesty to Seal the Hou"
Seven, Liangyuan flying crow dusk, extremely depressed three or two. -Cen Can's "Two Songs of Mountain House Spring"
8. I entered the city yesterday and returned with tears. -Zhang Yu's "Silkworm Girl"
Nine, listening to the Lantern Festival, this year, there are Qian Qian's worries and grievances. -Wang Pan's "Ancient Moon Lantern Festival"
Now that I know the taste of sadness, I want to say it. -Xin Qiji's Ugly Slave, Shuboshan Road in the Wall
Eleven, easy to wither more ruthless wind and rain. -Evonne's "Banquet Pavilion, See Apricot Flowers and Cut Ice in the Northbound"
Twelve, bonuses are easy to decline, such as Lang Yi, and the water flow is infinite. -Liu Yuxi's Zhuzhi Ci, Peach Blossom on the Top
Thirteen, full of blood and tears, it is sad to go home after chaos. -Gao Qi's "Send Chen Xiucai back to the Tomb of Shashang Province"
I have never shed tears in my life. I am crying here. -Li Bai's "Don't pine branches in Jiangxia"
Fifteen, high city Wan Li sorrow, Jane Xiuliu like Tingzhou. -Xu Hun's Night View of Xianyang East Building/Xianyang West Building/West Gate
Sixteen, looking at the thousands of acres of Mujiang, there are thousands of sorrows and nowhere to fall. -Yang, "Tune the tune and point the wine at the sun"
Seventeen, be there or be square, how can you be ruthless? -Sima Guang's "Xijiang Bao Yue Ji Loose"
Eighteen, peach blossom cave, Yaotai dream, a piece of spring sorrow, who and * * *? -Ning He's "Fairy Willow Flower golden phoenix"
Nineteen, the conference semifinals play the flute to guard the building, and the upstairs is depressed and idle. -Gao Shi's "The Yumenguan Gate of the Seven Kings listens to the flute/smells the flute".
20. How much hatred can a Qing 'an offer? It is more heartless than a broken string. -Yan "Broken Fighter Liu Xia Shengge Courtyard"
Twenty-one, depressed courtyard, oblique wind and drizzle, heavy doors will be closed. -Li Qingzhao's "Niannujiao Chun Qing"
Twenty-two, orchids are old, Du Ruo is still alive, and the water town is still sending tourists. -Wu Wenying's Introduction to the Spring Festival Evening
Twenty-three, yellow flowers are everywhere. Who can pick it now? -Li Qingzhao's "Slow Sound Search"
Twenty-four, blue sea every year, who is the round and short of the ice wheel? -Nalan Xingde's Mid-Autumn Festival of Pipa Fairy
Twenty-five, lonely and sad, and self-restraint. -Gong Zizhen's "Langtaosha, Writing Dreams"
Twenty-six, yesterday's wind blew no one, and tonight is as clear as usual. -Bai Juyi's "Looking at the Moon in the Pavilion on the 15th of August"
Twenty-seven, sleeping by the window in the afternoon, where is the spring sorrow? -Zhu's "Eye-catching, windy and gentle"
Twenty-eight, the tree has no branches to the north wind, and it mourns the hero for ten years. -Gao Qi's "Hanging the Tomb of the King of Yue"
29, want to * * * Liu Hua low v., afraid of Liu Hua frivolous, don't know how to hurt the spring. -Huang Xiaomai's "Qingming Near Xiangchun jathyapple"
Thirty, the west wind blew the waves of the old Dongting, and Xiang Jun lost a lot of hair overnight. -Tang Wenru's Cao Qinghu in Longyang County
Thirty-one, flowers are like flowers, and no one regrets falling from teaching. -Su Shi's "Shui Long Yin, Er Yun Zhang Zhifu Huayang Ci"
Thirty-two, children feel the same way. The past is hazy. Tears are thick in Hunan, Hubei and bamboo. -Xin Qiji's "Langtaosha Fu Mei Cao"
Thirty-three, Daiyu's hidden gold pillow and Yuanyang's empty painting of Luo clothes are disappointing! -Gu Xun's "Huanxi Sand Cloud, Light Wind and High Leaf Flying"
Thirty-four, affectionate, but always ruthless, only feel that I couldn't laugh before. -Du Mu's farewell
Thirty-five, tears are hidden on the pillow, and flowers are heartbroken. -Yu "Gift to the Neighbor/Sender"
36. but I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker? The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy. —— Yellow Crane Tower in Cui Hao/Climbing Yellow Crane Tower
Thirty-seven, I heard that Ma Zhou was a new guest before, but no one knew it in the old days. -Li He's "The Wine"
Thirty-eight, Shui Yuan greeted Wugang with waves, and he didn't feel hurt when he said goodbye. -Wang Changling's "Send Wood to Serve the Royal"
Thirty-nine, the red bridge is empty, the skirt splashes open, and the wind is still gone. -Nalan Xingde's "Willow Willow Wings"
Forty, frost night, Jiang Feng fishing fire sleep. -Zhang Ji's a night-mooring near maple bridge/Fengjiang Night Park
Forty-one, the wind is surging, and the rain is over. No wonder spring worries are supplemented in detail. -Nalan Xingde's "Red Dates, Wind Xi"
Forty-two, I cry in spring, and I go home in the rain. -Bai Juyi's Cold Food and Wild Hope
Forty-three, the world is thin, human feelings are evil, and rain is easy to send flowers at dusk. -Tang Wan's "Chai Toufeng, the world is thin"
Forty-four, read the Lantang red candle, the heart is long and the flame is short, and people cry. -Yan Shu's "Shake Qiu Ting, don't report thousands of miles"
45, don't worry about the east wind, spring can make hate. -Jia Zhi's "Two Poems of Spring Thoughts"
Forty-six, passionate but ruthless chagrin, tonight is as long as last night. -Yuan Haowen "Partridge Sky, Waiting for Pavilion Lights to Send Cool Rain"
Forty-seven, Cui, who used to be accompanied by floating clouds at night, is still accompanied by the sound of the sunset and autumn. -Gao Chan's "Looking at Jinling Evening"
48. It was his spring that brought sorrow. Where did it go? -Xin Qiji's "Late Spring in Zhu Yingtai"
49. Sad songs are like business songs. -Zheng Sixiao's Li Er
Fifty, a piece of spring sorrow is waiting for wine. The boat on the river rocked and the curtain moved upstairs. -Jie Jiang's "A piece of plum, a boat crossing the Wujiang River"
5 1. Window of Xiao Xuan. Dress up. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears —— Su Shi's "Twenty Dreams in the First Month of Jiang"
Fifty-two, this matter is unknown, and the curtain is full. -Chen's "Lin Jiangxian Gao Yongchu's Ci is rewarded in the afternoon"
53. Last year, swallows spread all over the world. Whose swallow is this year? -Zhang Yan's "Qingpingle Cai Fangren"
54. A cloud rises between the light of heaven and me, hiding his city from my melancholy heart. -Li Bai's "On Nanjing's Landing on the Phoenix Terrace"
Fifty-five, no one crossed the fence, dragonflies and butterflies flew. -Fan Chengda's "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous, Its
Fifty-six, silence alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn. -Li Yu "Will be happy, go to the West Wing without words"
Fifty-seven, three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? How can you be late? -Li Qingzhao's "Slow Sound Search"
58. The gray head will be sad for a fallen flower, and the blue cloud will envy a cheerful bird. -Cen Can sent in the left courtyard yamen, purport to trial du fu.
Fifty-nine, shaking hands and tears, I stayed in the separation room for many years. -Na Lanxingde's "Yu Zhonghao, send a small photo of Fen Liang Nanye"
60. Crying won't last all day, but Hengtai gets up day and night. -Wei, "Climbing the Yuhuatai"
Sixty-one, turbid wine does not sell tears of worrying about the country, but should be a group of talents. -Qiu Jin's "Japanese on the Yellow Sea Ship, Looking at the Map of Japan and Russia"
Sixty-two, who said that sad painting is impossible, painting people's hearts and chasing the world. -Wei Zhuang's "Jinling Map"
Sixty-three, jade furnace incense, red wax tears, partial according to painting hall Qiu Si. -Wen, "More Leaking Jade Furnace Incense"
Sixty-four, the small building was easterly again last night, and the old country was unbearable to look back on the moon. -Li Yu "When is the Spring Flower and Autumn Moon?
Sixty-five, I miss this moment, tears stained with tea. -Wei Zhuang's "Ying Tianchang, Don't Come to Le Shu for Half a Year"
Sixty-six, under the steps of moss mangroves, the rain is thin and the moon is sad. -Li Shangyin's Final Residence
67. On the tower at the end of this town, the wilderness begins, and our longing reaches as far as the ocean or the sky. -Liu Zongyuan's "Going to Liuzhou Tower to Send Zhang Tingfeng to Four States"
Sixty-eight, fleas are rainy days that hurt spring dreams, but the grass is more sandy. -Wei Zhuang's "Changan Tomb-Sweeping Day"
Sixty-nine, the human language is westerly, and the thin horse screams. -Wang Guowei's butterfly lovers, the frost on the ground is as thick as snow.
Seventy, red tears slipped down, full of spring breeze. -Na Lanxingde's "Picking Mulberry Seeds, Wrong at the Time"
After reading the depressed and sad poem (70)
First, after his sad old friend left, he ignored the new poem. -Li Taihou's "Han Gong Chun Mei"
Second, the eyebrows have long known the taste of sorrow, and shyness has never been solved. -Huang Gongdu's "Bodhisattva crossing the river, Mei Jian knows the taste of sorrow"
Third, I shout for Xinfeng wine and fight a few worries-Li Shangyin's Storm
Fourth, Wu Tong, who is half dead, is old and sick, and it hurts to think about it. -Bai Juyi's Mourning for Xue Tai
Fifth, March forward, singing and dancing pavilions, surging. -Xu Junbao's wife, "Man Fang Ting Hanshang Shengshi"
Sixth, where is the sister-in-law depression? -Du Fu's "Five Songs in Nine Days"
Seven, go far and seek far, and the injury will be heartbroken. -Li Shangyin "Looking at Plum Blossoms in Mid-November"
Eight, short dreams are still on the table, tears are spilled in Xizhou. -Zhang Yan "Klang Ganzhou, Remember Yutong, Walk in the Snow"
Nine, it was easy to break up last night, and the wine woke up infinitely. -Feng Yansi's "Magpie stepping on plum blossoms"
X. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. -Li Shangyin Untitled It was a long time before I met her, but it was even longer after we broke up.
Eleven, silence and sorrow, see the clouds. -Li Bai's Looking for Mid-Autumn of New Year's Day in Shimen Mountain, Gao Feng.
Twelve, there are thousands of meanings in the song, and tears have already flowed when I want to sing. Hate should be more than tears. -Du Anshi's Prelude to Buji Zun
Thirteen, near Chang' an tomorrow, the guests are worried. -Nalan Xingde's "Bodhisattva Man, it's been winter and a half in the daytime"
Fourteen, Wanli's heart is more bitter, and I will see Chanjuan in tears in October. -Hua Qingshu, "Looking at the South of the Yangtze River, Yan Sai Xue"
Fifteen, the rain hates the clouds, and Jiangnan is still called a beauty. -Wang Yucheng, "Little Crimson Lips, Feeling Xing"
Sixteen, the Tao is to ask clothes and tears. -He Zhu's "Bang Sheng Qi Anvil Ming"
Seventeen, wine wakes people up. -Xu Changtu's "Linjiang Fairy Drinks from Tingxi"
Eighteen, worried about the damage of Cui Dai's moth, painting every day. -Shi Dazu's Shuang Shuang Yan Yongyan
19, Shui Yuan wave after Wu Gang, didn't feel hurt. -Wang Changling's "Send Wood to Serve the Royal"
Twenty, the place where I stood was wet with my tears, and the sky was dark with broken clouds. -Du Fu's On Leaving Fang Zhouzi's Tomb
Twenty-one, arrange heartbroken until dusk. -Qin Guan's Partridges, Streets and Tears
Twenty-two, Xiang Xiang sells green leaves, and the west wind worries about green waves. -Jing Li's "Passing Huanxisha and Selling Fragrant Leaves"
Twenty-three, the night crow flies away, and a flower shadow is sent to dusk. -Brahmanism in Xia Wanchun, spring night.
24. Under the cold lamp, I meditated on the past, and a lost wild goose kept me awake. -Du Mu's "Lodging"
Twenty-five, the river is heavy with a cattail leaf fan, and the wind upstairs blows powder tears. -Yan Ren's Farewell to Partridge Day.
But this town is so small that thieves are spared, and the people here are so poor and pitiful. -Jie Yuan's "Thieves Return to Officials"
Twenty-seven, Lishan language is clear in the middle of the night, tears and rain do not complain. -Naran Xingde's Mulan Ci, Antique Ci, Cambodian Friends
Twenty-eight, stay on the river bridge for a long time, the sunset is full of tears. -Wu Wenying's "Passing through the Old Residence of Beijing"
Twenty-nine, no one can solve it, because the wind flies over the roses. —— Huang Tingjian, "Where is Qingping Lechun"
Standing at 30, worrying about the country and the people. -Zhu Dunru's "Picking Mulberry Sons and Peng Jizhen"
Thirty-one, * * * Looking at the bright moon and crying, it is a red heart, five places, all sick and one wish. -Bai Juyi's feeling of looking at the moon
Thirty-two, the stars are thin and the moon is light, and the clouds hate Yu He's face. -Zhang Kejiu's Sai Qiu Hong Chun Qing
At the age of thirty-three, heroes have been crying on their coats since then, and God forbid. -Yang, "Bu Operator, Autumn Evening Collection, Du Sentence Hanging Jia Fu"
Thirty-four, the flowers are bright and the willows are dark around the sky, and the city is upstairs. -Li Shangyin's Sunset Tower
Thirty-five, tears are red and sad. -Lu You's "Chai Feng Hong Crisp Hands"
Thirty-six, don't hurt lofty hatred, hand in bagpipes. -Yan's "Six Eyes, Snow Canfeng Letter"
37. Sad songs are like business songs. -Zheng Sixiao's Li Er
Thirty-eight, Hunan, Hubei and bamboo have deep tears. -Xin Qiji's "Langtaosha Fu Mei Cao"
Thirty-nine, affectionate, but always ruthless, can't laugh until you feel it. -Du Mu's farewell
Forty, the seaside mountain is like a sword, and Qiu Lai gives up her heart everywhere. -Liu Zongyuan's "Haochu follows the Lord to see the mountains and send friends to Beijing"
Forty-one, if you don't report the intrusion of morning guests, you will get a new beauty. -Li Shangyin's Fu Shao Ping Hou
Forty-two, catkins are fragrant, and spring is nowhere. -Zhou Jin's "Visiting Moucun Village with a Little Crimson Lip".
Forty-three, middle-aged relatives and friends are hard to say goodbye, and silk and bamboo are reluctant to leave. -Su Shi's "Shui Diao Ge Tou An History of the East China Sea"
Forty years of joys and sorrows. -Wang Yuanliang's "A Piece of Plum, Nostalgia"
Forty-five, teach people how not to get hurt. -Liu Guo "Liu Zaoqing, send Lu Meipo"
Forty-six, the pavilion road walks on the moon, and the beauty is empty. -Li Bai's Return to the Peak
Forty-seven, Dongfeng sent another letter, which was blown into a pot. -Zhong has read the palace, and Dongfeng will send another letter.
Forty-eight, watching Guo Waichun when eating cold food, savages are everywhere. -Yun Biao's "Cold Food Poetry"
49. I went to town yesterday and came back with tears in my eyes. -Zhang Yu's "Silkworm Girl"
Fifty, afraid of singing and dancing and lazy to please. -Lu You's "Chaozhong Wrong Wear Tande Call"
Fifty-one, only worry about flying to the next Qingming. -Zhou Zizhi's "Linjiang Xian, Send Gwangju to the King"
Fifty-two, the street warbler tears smell the branches, and there are new tears between the old tears. -Qin Guan's Partridges, Streets and Tears
Fifty-three, more cold food tears, want to rise the tide of smelting city. -Wang Anshi's Cold Food in Chen Chen
54. Oh, this last broken breath, in the green indifferent trees! . -Li Shangyin's Cicada
Fifty-five, pity old friends, pity horses. -Gao Shi's "Send Wei"
Fifty-six, everything is old, and Rong Kuining smiles at the East Wall. -Chen's "Lin Jiangxian Gao Yongchu's Ci is rewarded in the afternoon"
Fifty-seven, the bright moon is in the sky, the bright moon is in the sky, and Hu Jia is sad. -Dai Shulun's "Turning to Qu Ying to Distinguish Grass"
Fifty-eight, the sand sea deepens with unfathomable ice, and the gloomy Wan Li congeals. -Cen Can's Song of Snow White sent Tian Shuji Wu home.
Fifty-nine, apricot flowers have nowhere to avoid spring worries, and they are still smoking in the wild. -Han Yuanji's "Many things are grinded, thinking about the banquet in Beijing to teach music"
Sixty, a sad dream woke up, and the setting sun shone deeply on the courtyard. -Yan Shu, "Walking in the shadows, the path is red and thin"
Sixty-one, the cuckoo worships tears again and guards the reclamation. -Huang Zunxian "Send Ren Liang's parents in the same year"
Sixty-two, to make you poor little Ruan, you should worry about leaning against the door. -Li Jiayou "Send Wang Mu to Jizhou to pay tribute to Uncle Wang"
Sixty-three, the teardrop pavilion will be empty. -Zhou Zizhi "Walking on the sand, love is so weak"
Sixty-four, rainy days are too cold to worry about, or you can be next to apricot flowers. -Nalan Xingde's "Huanxisha Chao Fuyu is cold and heartless"
Sixty-five, the poet can be ruthless, which was not available in the past. -Li Qingzhao's "Partridge and Sweet Osmanthus"
Sixty-six, until dusk on the moon, still heartbroken. -Cheng Gai's "Bu Operator, Single Building"
Sixty-seven, leave a thousand kinds of worries and get drunk all night. -Shi Naian's "Nian Nujiao, In the foreseeable future"
Sixty-eight, the tears on the copper plate have been exhausted, and the clothes are cold and dew. -Zhou Bangyan's "Night Flying Magpie, River Bridge to Send People"
People who don't care don't want to hear it. -Si Wan Yong's "Long Acacia Rain"
Seventy, Baqiao Liu hates every year, and Furong Ye is sad. -Su Yi's "Partridge Sky, Maple Leaf Falling into the River, Liangye Shuiqiu"
A sad poem with a lost heart (70)
First, the wheat wave has cleared, the wind has turned to willow, and it has been hurt in spring. -Nalan Xingde's "Four Fragrances, Wheat Waves Clear, Wind Blows Willow"
Second, it's a pity that a serenade is given to dusk. -Huang Xiaomai's "Qingming Near Xiangchun jathyapple"
I sent you to Hebei in March and September, and the snow was full of tears. -Cen Can's "Send Cui Zi back to Beijing"
Fourth, she seems to be playing the flute. Even now, she is the first reed song, which makes every soldier's eyes full of tears of homesickness. -Li Zhi's "Ancient Meaning"
5. Look forward to the peaches and plums in my hometown, but also complain about the wind and the moon. -Zhao Chong's "Qing Ping Le Huai Ren"
6. Passionate but ruthless, tonight is as long as last night. -Yuan Haowen "Partridge Sky, Waiting for Pavilion Lights to Send Cool Rain"
Seven, tear powder steals the red armband. -Ouyang Xiu's "Jade Tower Spring, Time Goes, Plum Calyx Initial Setting Powder"
Eight, the husband and wife are not in Shihao Village, and there are more tears than those in Changsheng Temple. -Ma Wei of Yuan Mei
Nine, the new makeup should be under the Zhu Lou, and the spring scenery is deeply locked. -Liu Yuxi's "He Letian's Spring Poems"
Ten, leave a thousand kinds of worries and get drunk all night. -Shi Naian's "Nian Nujiao, In the foreseeable future"
Eleven, there are sad women in the world, lamenting more than mourning. -Cao Zhi's "Tall Buildings and Bright Moon"
Twelve, thinking about returning to the forest to change leaves, sitting on Watson. -Zhang Jiuling's "Xijiang Night Walk"
Thirteen, I have felt that I lost my mind in Sichuan, and I have seen Jin Shu hiding in the boat. -Wang Bo's Two Farewells to Qiu Jiang
Fourteen, I was worried about seeing clothes when I left. -Xia Song's "Partridge Day, Town Day, Unintentionally Sweeping Eyebrows"
Fifteen, "Li Sao" always hurts after reading it. -Shu Yong's Xiao Zhongshan Dragon Boat Festival
Sixteen, Cuiping should, eyebrows hate dusk. -Kong Yi's "Nanpu Green Sophora"
Seventeen, the mountain by the sea is like a sword, and Qiu Lai gives up her heart everywhere. -Liu Zongyuan's "Haochu follows the Lord to see the mountains and send friends to Beijing"
Eighteen, immediately leave the soul clothes with tears. -Cheng Gai's "Cold Acacia Moon Hanging Frost Cold Forest"
Nineteen, advise you to come to your hometown often, without sorrow or hate. -Yan's "Jade Tower Spring Carving Saddles and Living as a Warbler"
Twenty, six lang bid farewell to the immortal on this day, boarded the banquet, shed tears, and the twelfth night was bright. -Huang Fusong's "Fairy Flowers Bloom Red as Water"
Twenty-one, the fishing market is lonely and cold, and the water town is full of Wu Ye worries. -Liu Yong's "Xue Mei to Xiao Jingsuo"
Twenty-two, Jia Sheng young tears, RoyceWong spring outing. -Li Shangyin's "Stability Tower"
Twenty-three, how many new pavilions shed tears, who dreams of the original soil. -Liu Kezhuang's "He Xinlang sends Zhen Chen Huazi"
Twenty-four, no Niu Shan sad, tears stained with speculation. -Li Bai's "Gentleman Thinking and Doing"
Twenty-five, it was his spring that brought sadness. Where did the sadness go? -Xin Qiji's "Late Spring in Zhu Yingtai"
Twenty-six, red beans are ugly and full of acacia tears. -Niu Xiji's "The New Moon is as Beautiful as an Eyebrow"
Twenty-seven, dusk tired Mashan, lonely boat on the river is afraid of spring cold. -Zhang Wei's "Du Songgong Drama"
Twenty-eight, the ice merged into a big river, and it was a gloomy cloud. -Nalan Xingde's "Bodhisattva Man, it's been winter and a half in the daytime"
Twenty-nine, one inch of red heart to serve the country, two lines of tears homesick. -Yu Qian's beginning of spring Day
I don't know where to treat my husband -Liu Cang's "The Giver"
Thirty-one, teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor. -Xin Qiji's Ugly Slave, Shuboshan Road in the Wall
Thirty-two, Jia's diet is still cold, and he wears a crown. -Du Fu's "Small Cold Food in the Boat"
Thirty-three, no one wins tonight * * *, lying and watching the Milky Way. -Chen's "Clear Rain, Lack of Days, Clear Southwest River"
Thirty-four, tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year. -Gao Shi "Night Shift"
Thirty-five, comparable to the dusk of raindrops. -Ouyang Xiu's Youth Journey, Twelve Alone in Spring
Thirty-six, the leisure outside is full, and the joy in the eyes is often rare. -Yan Dao Ji's "Linjiang Xian, Wandering Outside"
Thirty-seven, the thin shadow is shallow, and the evening is fragrant. -Lin Bu's "Little Beauty in the Mountain Garden"
Thirty-eight, at dusk upstairs, I want to rest, and the jade ladder is like a hook. -Li Shangyin's "Two Gifts"
Thirty-nine, looking back at the heartbroken place, tears steal-Na Lan Xingde's Mountain Huazi, the wind has gone with the wind
Forty, the teardrop pavilion will be empty. -Zhou Zizhi "Walking on the sand, love is so weak"
Forty-one, take me away from the river. -Lv Benzhong's "No Magnolia at the End of Tonight"
Forty-two, only worry about flying to the next Qingming. -Zhou Zizhi's "Linjiang Xian, Send Gwangju to the King"
Forty-three, cinnabar turns into gold, riding a dragonfly on Taiqing's home, worrying about the sea. -Li Bai's Two Flying Dragons
Forty-four, kindness is not as good as pets, and peaches and plums hurt people. -Li Bai's Return to the Peak
Forty-five, the clouds are light and the rain is whispering. -Shi Xiaoyou's "Charming Eyes, Dark Clouds and Light Rain"
You can see the bright tears on her cheeks now, but you can't see the man she loves so much. -Li Bai's Resentment
Forty-seven, see the guest room spring grass is always divided by poetry. -Zhang Yan's "Qingpingle Cai Fangren"
Forty-eight, the dry wind grows in Leng Xue, and no one puts a fishing rod in melancholy. -Jiang Kui's Snow Fishing Pavilion
Forty-nine, meet again in the depths of Qulan, and even tears will tremble. -Nalan Xingde's Meet Again in the Deep of Qulan.
Fifty, Qin women have raised their eyebrows to the misty moon, and the red belt is exposed. -the text "Xi Chunci"
Fifty-one, the dark teaches sadness and damages Lan Cheng, and worries about every night. -Zhang Yan's "The Last Seven Stages of Qingping Music"
Fifty-two, only regret the past, rely on Danqing to keep knowledge, ying ying, sad picture can not be painted. -Nalan Xingde's Inscription of Nanxiangzi as a Dead Woman
Fifty-three, jade furnace incense, red wax tears, partial according to painting hall Qiu Si. -Wen, "More Leaking Jade Furnace Incense"
Fifty-four, a night of east wind, how many worries are blown away by the pillow. -Zeng Yunyuan's "Red Lips One Night East Wind"
Fifty-five, the stars are thin and the moon is light, and the clouds hate Yu He's face. -Zhang Kejiu's Sai Qiu Hong Chun Qing
Fifty-six, don't carve the willow before the saddle, the jade looks lonely and ashamed, and the cold wind blows the rain after dusk. -Georgie, "Spring funeral march, Don't carve a willow before the saddle"
Fifty-seven, joys and sorrows are always ruthless. -Jie Jiang's "Yu Meiren Listening to the Rain"
58. But before he conquered, he died. Since then, heroes have been crying on their coats. -Du Fu's "Shu Xiang"
Fifty-nine, without saying a word, there is a deep pond, and I am worried about the boat several times, and the swallow returns to the sail until the water is exhausted. -Xue's "Huanxisha Hung Hom Crossing the Autumn Rain"
Sixty, more like tears on Xunyang River. -Zhu Dunru's "Minus the Old Yulan Willow Waves"
Sixty-one, all the way back to Julia, people gradually unknown, empty and sad. -Zhou Bangyan's "Night Flying Magpie, River Bridge to Send People"
Sixty-two, at dusk, the cold platform is more covered, and the dew is fragrant. -Si Kongtu's Four Miscellaneous Books of Bai Juyi
No one has crossed the long fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying. -Fan Chengda's "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous, Its
If you don't report the morning guest's intrusion, you will get a new beauty word, Mochow. -Li Shangyin's Fu Shao Ping Hou
There are infinite painters in the world, so you can't paint with sadness. -Gao Chan's "Looking at Jinling Evening"
Sixty-six, the moonlight wears the curtain and the wind enters the bamboo, leaning against the screen. -Gu Zhen's "Linjiang Fairy, Moonlight Through the Curtain, Wind Into Bamboo"
Sixty-seven, Robbie embroidered gold, saw a pair of mandarin ducks, tears empty. -Ouyang Jiong, "He Ming Dynasty, Recalling the Past Flowers after Meeting"
Sixty-eight, who pity the travel sorrow. -Zhang Yan's "Jie Lianhuan Lone Goose"
Sixty-nine, rise and fall in a hurry, don't ask for fame and tears, and want to be profitable. -Huang Ji's "first frost Xiao Yu, a true river sleeps at night"
Seventy, the sunset is just near dusk. -Zhao Lingzhi's "Recent Flowers, Flocculation, Air Cooling"
Tragedy of life's frustration (70)
First, no one asked about the peaches and plums in the palace. Yu Yan, the old lover, hates herself now.
Secondly, it draws a sigh from the person who hears it, which makes a wanderer's eyes full of homesick tears. ..
Since no one can bear the burden of my song for you, let it blow to Yanran with the spring breeze, and let me miss you outside the distant blue sky.
Fourth, is it not ecstasy to be afraid of the sudden dusk?
Verb (abbreviation of verb) You can see bright tears on her cheeks now, but you can't see the man she loves so much.
Sixth, be there or be square, how heartless?
Seven, a flower flies but it is spring, and the wind is floating at ten thousand points.
Eight, it is parting. It's not just the general taste.
Nine, the only way is not to hurt the spirit, blue wet.
Ten, the belt is getting wider and wider, I won't regret it. Will make people haggard for Iraq.
Xi。 My eyes used to shine, but now they are the source of tears.
How much sadness can I ask you? Like a river flowing eastward.
Thirteen, three points of spring, two points of sadness, one point of wind and rain.
I want to know you, and I will live a long life.
Fifteen, the moon is in the sky, the moon is in the sky, and Hu Jia is sad.
Sixteen, suppress the courtyard, and the oblique wind and drizzle, the heavy door will be closed.
Seventeen, a letter was typed in the sky, and Chaozhou Road was dropped at dusk. If you want to eliminate disasters for saints, you are willing to decline and cherish the old!
Eighteen, generosity only lasts a lifetime, and pitching is sad.
Nineteen, one inch of red heart to serve the country, two lines of tears homesick.
Twenty, the trickle of spring water points to dusk, and there is nowhere to stop.
Twenty-one, send you to Hebei in September, the snow is full of tears.
Twenty-two, righteousness and bravery cover the sky, loyalty and liver cover the ground, and everyone in the world knows it.
Twenty-three, sad coagulation, shimmering red.
24. Once the sea is difficult for water, it will always be amber.
25, I rode to the edge of town. I observe the chaos of the world on the horizon day after day.
Twenty-six, until dusk on the moon, still heartache.
Twenty-seven, the eight flutes at the head and foot of the Spring Rain Building, when to see the Zhejiang tide? No one knows how many bridges you have crossed on the cherry blossoms.
Twenty-eight, wax tears angered the east wind, and the old man slept in a new swallow.
Twenty-nine, the postal kiosk is empty, listening to the eaves, sleepy.
Thirty, who throws a whip to fly across, recalls the past, licks blood and worries about the wind and rain.
Thirty-one, the sea guest returned to the pearl with tears, and the Zhangtai people went to the bones to leave fragrance.
Thirty-two, only idle, still alive, accompany people to the yellow rain.
Thirty-three, dim and wet, light shadow for life.
34. Don't worry about the house leaking, but it rains all night. I like the depth of the stream.
Flowers can be folded straight, don't wait until there are no flowers.
Thirty-six, short hair, white sorrow, wine red.
Thirty-seven, try to go to Tongtai dance hall, autumn wind worries about killing people.
Thirty-eight, acacia leaks more every night, and the sad moon is dry. I miss you. I'm cold.
39. The earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
Forty, tonight the lights are dim and the pool is full of tears, but the ram is surnamed Yang.
Forty-one, this time, what a sad word.
Forty-two, the moonlight into the tall building, acacia two sorrow.
Forty-three, the ice merged into a big river, and it was a gloomy cloud.
Forty-four, meet again in the depths of Qulan, and even tears will tremble.
Forty-five, a red dew fragrance, sex rain heartbroken.
Forty-six, sentimental since ancient times, not to mention the cold autumn festival.
47. I want to cross the river very much, but I can't find a boat. I'm lazier than you politicians. It's a shame.
Forty-eight, the fish jumped into the harbor, and the lotus fell, and no one saw it.
Forty-nine, Jiangnan naturally leaves sorrow and loves the ancient road.
Fifty years ago, I met her, but since we broke up, the time has become longer, the east wind has started and a hundred flowers have blossomed.
5 1. In the evening of Jinling, the grass is flat, the sunset is bright and the water is ruthless.
Fifty-two, please be my father's old song: hard work and deep affection! After singing, I sighed and cried.
Fifty-three, Jinling Jindu Mountain Building, pedestrians can worry about themselves for one night.
Fifty-four, lingering thoughts, heartbreaking.
Fifty-five, life is naturally infatuated, and this resentment has nothing to do with romantic affairs.
Fifty-six, three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him for coming late and rushing! Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Fifty-seven, the news of several States is broken, and the books are empty.
Fifty-eight, looking back at the dream of Tianya, several souls flew to xipu, and tears spilled in Dongzhou.
Fifty-nine, the grass breaks Nanpu Road, don't cry, look at the green hills.
Sixty, caring for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
Sixty-one, the powder is fragrant, and every day is called sorrow.
62. A moment that should last forever? Before I knew it, it had come and gone.
Sixty-three, oh, this last broken breath, in the green indifferent trees! .
Sixty-four, the leisure outside is full, and the joy in the eyes is often rare.
Sixty-five, who knows my mood at this time, tears in front of my pillow, rain in front of me, dripping through a window.
Sixty-six, think about dragons, hate dragons, and don't stop until the time comes.
Sixty-seven, the hometown is thinking a thousand miles tonight, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year.
Sixty-eight, flowers from Shui Piao to water, a kind of acacia, two leisure.
Sixty-nine, looking at Zhangtai Road, the golden saddle lingers and there are tears.
Seventy, Ming and solitary smoke are cold, and the lake is full of wind and rain.