Ancient poems about melancholy

The Poppy

Five Dynasties Li Yu

When did the spring flowers and autumn moon come, how much do we know about the past. There was an east wind in the small building last night, and the motherland could not bear to look back at the bright moon. The carved railings and jade masonry should still be there, but the beauty has changed. Asking you how much sorrow you can have is like a river of spring water flowing eastward.

Slow voice

Song Dynasty Li Qingzhao

Looking and searching, deserted and miserable. It is most difficult to breathe when it is warm and then cold. Three cups and two cups of light wine are no match for him. The wind comes late and the wind blows. The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance.

The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, and they are haggard and damaged. Who can pick them now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in the dark? The phoenix trees are covered with drizzle, and at dusk, it rains bit by bit. This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"!

Wulingchun

Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty

The wind abides in the dust and the fragrant flowers are gone. I am tired of combing my hair day and night. Things are different and people are not the same. Everything stops. If you want to speak, you will shed tears first.

I heard that the spring in Shuangxi is still good, so I plan to go out in a light boat, but I am afraid that the boat in Shuangxi will not be able to carry many sorrows.

Qiupu Song

Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

The white hair is three thousand feet, and the fate is as long as the sorrow.

I don’t know where to find the autumn frost in the bright mirror.

A Thousand Years Old

Song Dynasty Qin Guan

Outside the sand by the water. The spring cold in the city retreats. The shadows of flowers are chaotic and the sound of orioles is broken. The wine cups are floating around, and the clothes are loose when we say goodbye. No one can be seen, the blue clouds and dusk are facing each other in the sky.

Reminiscing about the Xichi Meeting in the past. The egrets and herons fly together. Hand in hand, who is here now? Clear dreams fade away by the sun, but beauty changes in the mirror. Spring is gone, and there are thousands of red flowers and sorrow like the sea.

Treading on the Shasha

Song Dynasty Ouyang Xiu

The plum blossoms in the waiting hall are broken, and the willows on the stream and bridge are thin. The grass is fragrant and the wind is warm, shaking the bridle. The sorrow of separation gradually becomes infinite, and the distance continues like spring water.

The soft intestines are filled with pink tears. The building is too high to be close to the dangerous building. Pingwu is full of spring mountains, and travelers are outside the spring mountains.

The Sapphire Case

Song Dynasty He Zhu

Lingbo cannot reach Hengtang Road. But I watched Fang Chen go. Who can save Jinsehua? Yueqiao Garden, with small windows and red doors. Only Chun knows the place.

The flying clouds come slowly into the dusk. New inscriptions with colored pens on heartbreaking sentences. If you ask about leisure time, how much is it? Yichuan Tobacco fills the city. Plum yellow Shiyu.

Climb the Yellow Crane Tower

Cui Hao of the Tang Dynasty

In the past, people had taken the Yellow Crane to go there, and the Yellow Crane Tower was vacant here.

The yellow crane will never return, and the white clouds will remain empty for thousands of years.

Qingchuan is surrounded by Hanyang trees and luxuriant grasses in Parrot Island.

Where is the country gate at dusk? The misty waves on the river make people sad.

Drunk Flower Yin

Song Dynasty Li Qingzhao?

The mist is thick and the clouds are sorrowful forever, and the auspicious brain sells the golden beast. It's the Double Ninth Festival and it's the Double Ninth Festival. Jade pillows and gauze kitchens make it cool in the middle of the night.

After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. There is no way that I am not in ecstasy. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.