Second, if two kinds of feelings last for a long time, sooner or later.
3. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you.
Fourth, teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow, and they say they have new words.
Five, worry about speechless flowers, and secretly go to ups and downs.
Sixth, stop exchanging flowers for hair. Even this bright flame of love will only be ashes? .
Seven, worry about speechless flowers, dark to ups and downs.
Eight, three cups and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him, coming late? Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Nine, spring goes to spring, beauty is old, flowers fall and people die.
Ten, people feel sentimental and thin, and now they really regret it. Looking back at heartbroken, tears steal zero.
Xi. Lin. Ye Ping in the chaotic mountains is full of smog. The smoke is very thin. The crow returns and smells the horn at dusk. The fragrance has been broken, and the wine has been left. The west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall. It's autumn in Wutongluo, and it's very lonely.
Twelve, "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" in the corner of Qiu Lai border town, the bonfire shines on the high platform. Sad songs hit the floor and lean on high wine. This is leisure! Who can push away all the layers of twilight like the amorous Nanshan bright moon? The smoke from the kitchen near Baqiao Bridge and the beautiful scenery near Qujiang should stand in the moonlight, waiting for our army to recover lost ground and win.
Thirteen, the sky is not old, it is difficult to get rid of it. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.
Fourteen, the most is the temple fair day, and the teaching workshop also plays farewell songs.
Fifteen, the wind has lived in the dust and fragrant flowers, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
Sixteen, Mo Tao don't forget me, curtain roll west wind, people are thinner than yellow flowers.
Seventeen, forget to leave, wine is deep and light. So as to pass the audio book to the geese. Donglai is not as far as Penglai.
Eighteen, the tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the child wants to keep it.
Nineteen, listen to the string break, break three thousand infatuation. Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips.
Twenty, there is a kind of beauty, you can't forget it when you see it, but you can't look at it when you see it. It's crazy.
Twenty-one, wine becomes sorrow, tears become acacia.
Twenty-two, "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" autumn to the corner of the border town mourning, bonfire according to the high platform. Sad songs hit the floor and lean on high wine. This is leisure! Who can push away all the layers of twilight like the amorous Nanshan bright moon? The smoke from the kitchen near Baqiao Bridge and the beautiful scenery near Qujiang should stand in the moonlight, waiting for our army to recover lost ground and win.
Twenty-three, Huayang is full, Wendao Longdu five streams. My heart is full of sorrow, and the moon is full of sorrow. I will always follow you until Yelangxi.
24. But since the water is still flowing, even though we cut it with a sword, sadness will come back, even though we drown them with wine.
Twenty-five, after the bleak farewell, the two should be the same, at most, they are clear and blaming others.
Desperate Poetry _ Sad Poetry
1. Sacrifice a faint fragrance, bury a smile, shed a tear, daydream, listen to the wind and mourn a word. Why? I am also worried about adding new words. At this moment, the meteor glided by and made a wish. On the shore, the flowers are silent. Veiled, gaunt and elegant, just for dancing. Looking back at this time, it is already a flower in the mirror and a moon in the water.
Second, the old friend resigned from the West Yellow Crane Tower, and the fireworks went to Yangzhou in March. My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.
Third, affection has always been hurt and parting, and it is even more embarrassing and indifferent. Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng and 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. There are many kinds of customs, who are you talking to?
Fourth, people say that willow leaves are like frowning, more like willow silk sorrow.
Five, sentimental only spring court month, still leave people as fallen flowers.
Six, this life who expected, heart in Tianshan, old Cangzhou.
Seven, the depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
Eight, I miss my husband like running water, why are you poor?
Nine, countless yellow flowers, Yun Lan, sunset, beauty, beauty, I don't know where.
Ten, peach and plum spring breeze, a glass of wine, ten years of river's lake night rain.
Eleven, the spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease, and you can see all the Chang' an flowers in one day.
Twelve, the beauty does not break the old grace, leaning on the smoke cage to sit in the Ming Dynasty.
Thirteen, although the old woman is weak, please go home at night. You'd better get ready to cook in the morning in case of emergency.
Fourteen, sing a song alone, sing seven words and count six strings. Looking back, the lights are not dim, only loneliness is singing. Tang Ye was preoccupied, and the farewell poem was useless. I don't understand that it will rain tomorrow night, and the flowers will be fleeting. Don't hide your makeup with tears, the article will continue, and the dream will not return to the past. A farewell song, whose face is lost? The pen is attached to me to fill in the Xijiang moon, leaning on you to sigh at the end of spring.
Fifteen, lonely boudoir, one inch sorrow. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.
Sixteen, Jiang Nanan spring green, when will the bright moon shine on me?
A poem in a bad mood _ a sad poem
First of all, entering the depth of sadness and hiding of sadness can tell more in silence than in voice.
Second, ask how much you can worry about, just like a river flowing eastward.
Third, touching and sad, blue sky and yellow, who is looking for two places.
Fourth, the fog is thick and the clouds are light, and it will always be sad, and God will be refreshed and destroy the golden beast.
I hate flowers without words, and I know that wine has the right to be broken.
Six, the light pole began to know that flowers are more colorful and jade is traceless.
Seven, if the two love for a long time, sooner or later.
Eight, the color enters the tall building, and some people are worried upstairs.
Nine, red lotus root fragrant jade. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.
Ten, only an inch of long grass is a little sentimental, reporting three spring rays-Tang Mengjiao's stray song.
I would have compared my heart to the bright moon, which shines on the canal.
12. It is a place of falling red and falling flowers. I remember that the door was covered with pears and the lights were cut late at night.
Thirteen, where to synthesize sorrow? Leave people's hearts to autumn.
14. When will the Populus euphratica stop? Tears and sadness are broken first.
15, but since the water is still flowing, even though we cut it with a sword, it is even more worrying to raise a glass to drown our sorrows.
Sixteen, worry about mulberry and spring, a trace of thick green on the eyebrows.
Seventeen, holding hands and staring at tears, I sobbed silently, and I walked towards it. It was another thousand miles of smoke and the twilight was heavy.
Eighteen, the wind is crazy, my brother is back, and I will look back at you.
Nineteen, not enough sorrow, high autumn moon shines on the Great Wall.
Twenty, recalling the past, a little east wind, the wind across the curtain, the eyebrows are sad.
Twenty-one, yellow flowers are everywhere. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark?
22, the depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
Twenty-three, I heard that Shuangxi Spring is not bad, and I plan to do canoeing. I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried.
Twenty-four, the banana does not show lilac knots, and the spring breeze in the same direction is sad.
Sad poem _ sad poem
First, holding hands and staring with tears, I was speechless and choked. Think about it, it's another thousand miles of smoke, and the twilight is heavy.
Second, endure to laugh? After all, lovesickness is better than meeting. -Shao Ruipeng's Dead Hua Lian
Third, enter my lovesick door and know that I am lovesick, I have been lovesick for a long time, and I am lovesick indefinitely. -Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words"
Fourth, life and death are rich, Zi Cheng said. Hold your hand and grow old with your son. -The Book of Songs, Gale and Drumming.
Five, the young leave home and return home, and the local accent does not change.
Sixth, when there is poverty in the corner of the world, there is only endless acacia. -Yan Shu's Lou Yuchun
Seven, the tree wants to be quiet and the wind will not stop, and the child wants to keep it.
Eight, the most is the temple fair day, and the teaching workshop also plays farewell songs.
Nine, how can we live together without dying? -Chen Hengke's "Portrait of Chunqi"
X. However, when I open my eyes, I can see the lifelong troubles in your brow all night.
Eleven, the article is full of people's ears, and I have missed you.
Twelve, drunk green harp, wish a new pillow, full of flowers at night.
Thirteen, today, meet this lover. -The Book of Songs. Tang style. Plan ahead.
Fourteen, dust has always been like water, and it is rare to shed tears. Why do you do it? Don't be sentimental, love to hurt yourself.
Fifteen, different scenery, there are differences between rivers.
Sixteen, be there or be square, how can you be ruthless? -Sima Guang's "Xijiang Moon"
Seventeen, once the sea is difficult for water, amber forever. -Yuan Zhen's Four Poems from Thinking where will you go for ten years, but I forgot it without thinking.
18. When did Acacia meet? At this point, the night is awkward. -Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words"
Nineteen, the belt is getting wider and wider. It's worth getting tired for my coquetry.
Twenty, tearful eyes ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing. -Ouyang Xiu's Two Liang Zhu Poems
Twenty-one, endless acacia blood and tears throw red beans, spring flowers can not be finished.
Twenty-two, I don't know the soul, I have a dream. My love, except the moon in the sky, who knows?
Twenty-three, things are not omnipotent, tears flow first.
Twenty-four, people say that willow leaves are like frowning, and they are more worried like willow silk.
Twenty-five, acacia said acacia, Silang hates Xiaomin. -Liang Qichao's Zhi Zhu Ci in Taiwan Province Province
Twenty-six, suddenly looking back, the man was there, the lights were dim.
Twenty-seven, I miss you like a candle, frying my heart and holding tears. -Chen's Return of the King
Twenty-eight, wild vines have feelings, fighting bones, and the sunset is empty?
Twenty-nine, Zhongtian Qian Fan is absent, and the oblique glow is full of water.
Thirty, to endure, to endure; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever!
Thirty-one, countless yellow flowers, Yun Lan, sunset, beautiful women, beautiful women, I don't know where.