A poem that is repressed in my heart.

A poem that is repressed in my heart.

Sometimes because of the pressure of work or study, we feel bored, wronged and have nowhere to vent. We can try to write down our feelings, just like the ancients. We will also write poems when we encounter grievances. Here are some poems we recommend for your reference.

The poem 1 1, which is depressed and wronged in my heart, is a lifelong couple, fighting for two places, which is fascinating.

2, outside the bridge, lonely and open.

3. I am looking forward to the spring return, and the spring return is even more vacant.

4, dream of entering the smoke and water road in Jiangnan, all in Jiangnan, don't meet people who leave.

When I went to Qiu Lai in spring, I felt drunk.

6. I know that I have been in love, and the sound of the river at Wangjiangtou embarrassed me.

7. There are many words and feelings. Looking back, I said: I remember my blue silk clothes and pity the grass everywhere.

8, not shallow, far away.

9. Whoever says goodbye has no regrets.

10, spring is back. Look at the beautiful woman's head, curled up with the banner of spring.

1 1, who thinks that the west wind is cool alone, and the rustling yellow leaves close the window and miss the ancient sunset.

12, I wanted him to ask a husband to come back early, but he asked me to go to Qingyun.

13, there is no elegy for me, I don't know if the flowers fall and people die.

14, love will end when it is about to end. At that time, you didn't want to end it.

15, elegance means quicksand, and old age is a period of time.

16, after several careful considerations, I would rather miss you!

17, the candle flower red is the world, and the mountain color green is the dream home.

18, the remaining shadows are all people. How can we live together but not die?

19, still, still, people and poplars have lost weight.

20. Sadness is getting farther and farther away, like spring water.

2 1, it is already dusk, and it is stormy.

22. The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs.

23, a few sounds of rain and wind, hazy and faint moon clouds come and go.

24. Only when I am in a hurry, do I feel leisurely hanging trees.

25, Cao Fang smoke Nanpu road, and don't cry, look at the castle peak.

26. Dongfeng evil, a cup of joy and a cup of sorrow, separated for several years. No, no, no!

27. Chunshan is at Pingwei, and pedestrians are outside.

28. Without a word, there is a deep pool. After several times, worried about the shipwreck, Yan returned to the sail.

29. In the wild garden in the west corner of Yongfeng, no one belongs to that person all day.

I can't bear to listen to the pain of spring. Where is the flower branch in Fengcheng?

Poetry 2 1, tearful eyes begging for flowers, flying 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?

Poetry 3 1, flowers are not worn, wine is not advised, and the meaning of drunkenness is not in wine.

From Huang Gongshao's Jade Case: Needle and thread on social day every year in Song Dynasty.

Stop sewing every social day. How can you bear to see it? Fly in pairs. It's half spring in Jiangcheng today. A suit is still there, deep in the chaotic mountain, by the Guxi Bridge.

Whose needle and thread is broken? Little by little, I burst into tears. Sunset loose saddle, grass shore. No one wears flowers, no one advises people to drink, and no one cares about drunkenness.

Explanation:

Every year during the Spring Festival, women stop sewing. How can she bear to look at Chun Yan who lives and flies together? Nowadays, most of the spring scenery in Jiangcheng has passed, and I am still standing alone by the stream in the depths of the chaotic mountains.

The shirt in spring has worn out. Who will mend my stitches? Gradually, I shed my Man Chun shirt. At sunset, I unloaded my saddle and stood on the lush river bank. Although there are flowers, no one wears them. Although there is good wine, no one advised me to take it. Even if I am drunk, no one will take care of them.

2, helpless, I seem to know the return of Yan.

Huanxisha, a new word of Yan Shu in Song Dynasty, is a glass of wine.

A new song and a glass of wine, the weather was old last year. When will the sunset come back?

There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns. Wandering alone in the small garden, fragrant path.

Explanation:

Listening to a new song and drinking a glass of wine is still the pavilion of the old weather last year. When will the sunset come back? Flowers always fall, which makes people helpless. Chun Yan, who knew each other well, came back and wandered alone on the fragrant path.