Poems about sadness 1. A sad poem describing feelings.
1 But since the water is still flowing, let's raise our glasses to drown our sorrows, even though we use swords.
2. I heard that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and I plan to make canoes. I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried.
3, three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him, coming late? Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
4, white hair and three thousands of feet, as long as fate.
5, if life is just like the first sight, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan.
6, starting from the real name, who is better than one thousand years.
7. If two kinds of feelings last for a long time, sooner or later.
8. Go to the West Building without a word, the moon is like a hook, and the solitary phoenix tree locks the autumn.
9. I will compare my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon illuminates the canal.
10, yellow flowers piled all over the floor. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark?
2. Poems describing sad feelings
1, tearful eyes asked flowers for silence, and flew over the swing with red.
2. Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. 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, and the twilight was 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?
16, a teacher reveals his real name, which is almost the same for thousands of years.
17, if two feelings last for a long time, it is still a matter of time.
18, speechless and alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree is locked in the deep courtyard.
19, I have long compared my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon clears the canal.
20. Yellow flowers are everywhere. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark?
2 1, suddenly looking back, that person was there, () the lights were dim.
22. Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow, and they say new words.
23, wine becomes sorrow, tears become acacia.
On the 24th, from Zhongtian to Qian Fan, the oblique light pulse is long.
25, the spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease, and you can see Chang' an flowers in one day.
26, Dongli wine after dusk, there is a dark fragrance full of sleeves. Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju.
27, autumn wind and autumn rain are embarrassing!
28. The passing clouds and smoke are scattered with the wind, and the golden top pine. On-off, on-off, on-off love in the world is fruitless. All my thoughts fade away, and I only admire the monks in the world. I Buddha has compassion to save suffering, and I am willing to cross all beings in an empty door.
3. This poem expressing the poet's sad feelings needs 10 poems.
"Night Sleeping in Jiande" Author: Meng Haoran When my boat is moving forward in the fog, the sky is getting dark, and ancient memories begin. How vast the world is, how close the trees are to heaven, and how clear the moon is in the water! I sent my worries to Don. When he threw them into the mud, he sighed three times, which caused deep anxiety. Mo Yan's guests didn't have anything on their mind, so it hurts to know how to worry more. Chunchouzhuang has his own spring worries, and he can't bear to miss his grandson. The flowers are silent and the rain is hazy, and there is no one in the deep courtyard to worry about. The days when Du Fu was in Tang lived every day, and Wu Xia drifted around. The flower of an isolated tree is unique. Ten years of military strength has made the world dark, and foreign guests are old and lonely. Whether Qinshan in Weishui can see it or not, people will get sick when they stop. Sitting in the ordinary fields of Du Fu Gao Zhai in the Tang Dynasty, it is even more sad. In October, the mountains are cold, and the lonely city is light. There are many kinds of flowers, all of which are reserved for dogs. I'm on tenterhooks all day, but I dare not talk about the return date. Changle slope is for people.
4. Sad poems describing feelings
Wine can't last long, and sorrow and hate can't be saved.
When I get older, I gradually realize that the tense is thin, and I only hope that the glass is deep when I am troubled.
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 setting sun swims around the five lakes, and smoke and waves are everywhere.
Dreaming back to Jiangnan (Tang) is clear and refreshing, relying on Wangjianglou alone. After all, Qian Fan is nothing. Oblique glow full of water, heartbreaking.
When the color enters a tall building, someone upstairs is sad.
Secondly, I am worried about the short grass and bright mountains and moons in Cao Ye in the Tang Dynasty. That night, I woke up and the roof was crying.
Thirdly, I'm worried that the temples in Cao Ye in the Tang Dynasty haven't been born yet. They are like the hair in the city. Look at Linchuan, you can't swim in the water.
One is that Cao Yemeng was as anxious as water and his white hair was as new as grass in the Tang Dynasty. Look forward to the solstice of spring and give it back to others.
Love hates flowers without words, and sorrow knows that wine has the right.
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. On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife. Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge. As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron? Acacia resentment (Ye Li) human nature is deeper than the sea, not half of acacia. The sea is still limited, and acacia is boundless. Take the piano to the high building, and the building will be full of empty moonlight. Playing acacia, the string broke for a while.
People say that willow leaves are like frowning, more like willow silk sadness.
Three cups of everything, one drunk to solve a thousand worries.
Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow, saying that sorrow fills new talents.
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.
Sidi Township (Tang Dynasty) Wei Zhuang, spring outing, apricot flowers blowing all over the head. Who is younger among strangers? Full of love. I'm going to marry him and grow old together. Don't be ashamed of being mercilessly abandoned!
5. Complete Poems of Sad Emotion
Poetry 1 describes sadness, tears without words begging for flowers, flying red over the swing.
2. Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. 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, and the twilight was 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?
16, a teacher reveals his real name, which is almost the same for thousands of years. 17, if two feelings last for a long time, it is still a matter of time.
18, speechless and alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree is locked in the deep courtyard. 19, I have long compared my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon clears the canal.
20. Yellow flowers are everywhere. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? 2 1, suddenly looking back, that person was there, the lights were dim.
22. Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow, and they say new words. 23, wine becomes sorrow, tears become acacia.
On the 24th, from Zhongtian to Qian Fan, the oblique light pulse is long. 25, the spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease, and you can see Chang' an flowers in one day.
26, Dongli wine after dusk, there is a dark fragrance full of sleeves. Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju.
27, autumn wind and autumn rain are embarrassing! 28. The passing clouds and smoke are scattered with the wind, and the golden top pine. On-off, on-off, on-off love in the world is fruitless.
All my thoughts fade away, and I only admire the monks in the world. I Buddha has compassion to save suffering, and I am willing to cross all beings in an empty door.
6. Sentimental poetry
Don't cry far, worry is everywhere.
Farewell, Mo Wen, a leisurely gentleman, infinitely true.
Love is stronger than wine, which makes people thin. Love is not as good as willow on the east wall, and spring scenery remains the same year after year.
There should be no hate. When will it grow round?
Sauvignon Blanc is like a memory, but short acacia is infinite.
Try to put yourself in each other's shoes. When you feel hurt, it is very likely that he was hurt.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
There is nothing I can do to eliminate this situation, but I frown to my heart.
The missed years bloom in the desert in the north, but they are deserted in the spring and summer of reincarnation.
7. Poems about love and sadness
I will come. I was born before you were born and you were born when I was old.
Hate is not born at the same time. Hello every day. (9 seconds per word, exactly three minutes) Ha ha ha, just kidding.
These poems are the four most beautiful, pure and vivid love poems in the world. From here, we can interpret the four true meanings of love. I hope more people will cherish these four poems. I hope that each of us still has the first realm of faith in true love: the farthest distance in the world is not the distance between life and death, but that I stand in front of you and you don't know that I love you; The furthest distance in the world is not that you don't know I love you when I stand in front of you, but that I am so obsessed that I can't say I love you. The furthest distance in the world is not that I can't say I love you, but that I miss you so much that I can only bury it in my heart. The furthest distance in the world is not that I can't say I miss you, but that I love each other but can't be together; The furthest distance in the world is not loving each other but not being together, but pretending not to care when you know that true love is invincible; The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between trees, but the branches that grow from the same root, but cannot depend on each other in the wind; The furthest distance in the world is not that the branches can't depend on each other, but that the stars face each other without intersecting tracks; The furthest distance in the world is not the trajectory between stars, but even if the trajectories meet, there is nowhere to be found in the blink of an eye; The furthest distance in the world is not that you can't find it in an instant, but that you are doomed to meet it before you meet it; The farthest distance in the world is the distance between fish and birds, one in the sky and the other in the depths of the sea; Dear, now, you are by my side, but we can't fall in love in the sun.
The second realm: "To the Oak Tree" Shu Ting If I love you, I will never show off myself by your branches like climbing Campbell flowers. If I love you, I will never learn from spoony birds and repeat monotonous songs for the shade. It is not only like a fountain that can bring years of coolness and comfort, but also like a dangerous peak that can increase your height and set off your prestige, even sunshine and even spring rain. No, these are not enough! I must be a kapok beside you, standing with you in the image of a tree, grasping the leaves underground and touching each other in the clouds. Every time a gust of wind passes, we greet each other, but no one understands us. You have copper branches and iron stems, like knives, swords and halberds. I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh and a heroic torch. We share cold waves, storms and thunderbolts. We like fog and haze. The rainbow seems to be separated forever, but it depends on each other for life. This is great love-not only love your stalwart body, but also love the position you insist on. The third realm of this land under your feet: "Visible" Cangyang Gyatso Living Buddha, you can see it, or you can't see me, I am there without sadness or love, or you don't miss my feelings, so you won't come or love. Either you don't love me, your love will not increase or decrease, or you won't follow me, and my hand is in your hand. Come to my arms or let me live in your heart. Silent love, silent joy. The fourth realm: "When you are old" Ye Zhi, when you are old, your hair is gray, and you are sleepy and dozing by the fire, please take this poem down and read it slowly. Think back to the softness of your eyes in the past and their heavy shadows in the past. How many people love the beauty, hypocrisy and sincerity of adore you when you were young? Only one person loves you, the pilgrim's soul loves you, and the painful wrinkles on your aging face hang down, whispering sadly the disappearance of love by the glowing stove. It walks slowly on the hill overhead.
8. Ancient poems describing sad feelings
A bell ringing in the rain
Author: liuyong
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog.
Since ancient times, the most sad thing for sentimental people is to leave, not to mention the bleak autumn, how can they stand the sadness. Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together?
Slow voice
Author: Li Qingzhao
Looking around, lonely and sad. 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 and 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 you be black alone! Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!