Ancient poems about troubles

It's still messy when you cut it.

It is sadness, especially the general taste in my heart. Li Yu's Meet You Huan

Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. Du Fu's Hope in Spring

I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. One of Wang Wan's berths at the foot of Beibao Mountain.

The beach of fear says fear, and there is a sigh in the ocean. Wen Tianxiang's Crossing the Zero Ocean

Ask how much you can worry about, just like a river flowing eastward. The Mermaid by Li Yu

But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows. Xie Tiao Building, Xuanzhou, Li Baishu, Shu Yun.