Poetry about loss and melancholy 1. Sad, lost, sad.
Butterfly lovers, strolling leisurely in the pavilion at night, at first glance, it hurts at dusk in spring; The rain stopped and the wind stopped, and the hazy moonlight clouds came and went. Peach and plum are black in spring. Who is whispering in the swing and laughter? There are many hearts, and there is no place to arrange them on earth. The rain outside the sand curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading. Luo Yi can't stand the cold for five miles. I don't know if I am a guest in my dream, but I am insatiable all day. I'm not alone! The vast mountains and rivers are easier to see when it is difficult than when it is not difficult. The flowing water fades and spring comes, and heaven and earth also. It is too hasty to see Lin Huanhua wither in spring, but it is helpless to come in the cold rain and come in the evening breeze.
When do you still have a heavy drink when you are in tears? Natural people hate water when they grow up! If you have nothing to say when you meet each other, you will go to the West Building alone. The moon is like a hook, and the solitary phoenix tree locks the deep courtyard in the clear autumn. Constant cutting and rational confusion are the feelings of parting, especially the general taste. When is the autumn moon in the young woman's spring flowers? How much do you know about the past? The small building was easterly again last night, and the countryside in the moonlight was terrible. The carved stone fence and jade should still be there, but Zhu Yan changed it. I wonder how sad you can be, just like a river flowing eastward. What is the limit of ecstasy alone! The dream of the old country is back, and I feel tears falling down my eyes. Who is the tallest building? Remember that autumn is sunny.
The past is empty, still like a dream. Sauvignon Blanc has two mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high and the smoke is cold, and the acacia maple leaves are Dan.
Flowers bloom, flowers are not complete, geese fly high, but they don't come back. It was stormy last night, and autumn curtains rustled.
Candle residual leakage off-frequency pillow. You can't sit on an equal footing.
The world flows with water, which is a dream. Drunk hometown road should be steady and frequent, unbearable.
In the past 40 years, the country has been home, and the mountains and rivers are three thousand miles. Long Ta in Fengge, a cigarette in Yushu Qiongzhi.
I've known him several times. Once I was classified as a minister, I bent down and took time.
The most hasty day is to resign from the temple, and the teaching workshop is still playing a farewell song. Tears for Gong E.
The past of Langtaosha is only sad, but it is difficult to arrange scenery. Moss invaded the courtyard in the autumn wind.
The bead curtain is idle. Who comes all day long? Jin Jian has been buried and full of vitality. On a cool night, the moonlight blooms.
I want to see the shadow of the jade palace and the pool, and the sky shines on Qinhuai! It's heartbreaking that qingping music doesn't come to the spring half. The order of autumn may be like snow in the snow, brush it off and then flow down full.
Hongyan has flown back, the journey is far away, and the dream is hard to come true. The sadness of parting is like weeds in spring, which go further and further.
Huanxi yarn turns into a candle, floating like a dream. If you want to find the past and make people sad, God's wish is against your body. The moon pool is empty and the pavilions are shaded by flowers, so you will not hesitate to take more clothes when you board the ship.
After Xie Xinen left Airbus, the painting hall was half-hidden, and Lin Feng was tired at night. The crescent moon in the small building looks back from the fiber.
In Chunguang Town, people go to the empty building and people go to the old building. Why hate the poor? The golden window is sleepy and unintentional. A strong flute woke up graceful.
He is the twelfth brother of the king of Zheng. The east wind blows water and enjoys it in spring. Lovelorn, drunk, drunk in my dream.
Her voice is silent and she doesn't make up at night. Who should make the whole thing beautiful? I miss Zhu Yan and live alone at dusk. The wind in Yu Meiren has returned to the yard, and the willow eye continues.
With the silence of the diaphragm for a long time, the sound of bamboo is still like a new moon. The ice on the surface of the pool is melting before the song is over.
Candles are bright and fragrant, paintings are deep, and temples are covered with frost and snow. Three sets make you sleepless, get dressed and go out.
The autumn moon is cold and bamboo is cold, and the night wind cuts the window. The red sun in Huanxisha is three feet high, and the golden furnace adds fragrance to the beast twice, and the red brocade lichen wrinkles step by step.
Beauty dances with golden hairpin, wine can't smell flowers, and other halls can play flute and drum. In Lou Yu's evening makeup in spring, bright muscles appear, and moths file in the Spring Hall.
Feng Xiao blew away the water and clouds, and pressed the song of dress. Who smells better in the wind, drunk.
Don't dye the candles red when you come back, until you step on a horseshoe to clear jathyapple. To make matters worse, the broom and the hairpin, with pink faces, met temporarily among the flowers.
Know what I mean, sympathize with you, you must ask for it. Fragrance is an ear, wax is a tear, like the hearts of two people.
Pillow fatigue, kam cold, sleep more disabled. Bodhisattva, the moon is bright and the fog is light. Just go to Lang's side today! Step by step, step by step, holding golden shoes.
See you at the south bank of the gallery, always shivering. It's hard for slaves to come out, but you can be merciful.
Penglai courtyard is also closed to the Tiantai girl, and the painting hall sleeps day and night. Cui Yunguang threw the pillow and embroidered clothes smelled strange fragrance.
The hidden beads lock and move, feeling the dream of the silver screen. With a slow smile on his face, he looks forward to it infinitely.
Copper spring rhyme is crisp and powerful, and the new sound is slow and fine. Eyes are black, eyes are flowing.
Rain clouds are deeply embroidered, and when they come, they will be harmonious. The banquet was empty again, and the migrating Yinger Xiaoyue fell down in the dream, speechless and leaning on the pillow.
Dream back to the grass and think of Yi Yi, the sky is far away and the geese are rare. The warblers are whispering, the flowers are scattered, and the solitary painting hall is deep in the courtyard.
Red Hugh swept Iraq and left it to the dancers to return. Sauvignon Blanc has clouds, jade has shuttles, shirts are thin and snails are light.
There are many autumn winds, and the rain is mild. There are three bananas outside the curtain, and the night is long. I just put on my evening makeup, so I will pay more attention to my heavy sandalwood. Show people a lilac, sing a clear song, and temporarily lead the cherry to break.
The sleeves are dark in color, and the cup is deeply swirled by the fragrant mash. Embroidered bed leans on jiao without that, chewing red velvet and laughing.
It is better to look at the flowers than to wait for the old branches. The light green jade is soft and clear, and the surface of the floating lamp is clear.
Why don't you always smile and ban the garden for the Spring Festival Evening? The drunkard's intention is not wine, but poetry has become an industry.
The backyard flowers are broken, Yushu backyard, Yao grass makeup mirror. Last year's flowers were not old, but they are round again this month.
Impartiality, harmony between the flowers and the moon, and heaven teaches teenagers. (or for Feng Yansi) The fisherman's waves are full of snow, and the peaches and plums are silent.
A pot of wine and a rod of nylon. How many people are there in the world? Another spring breeze, a boat, a cocoon and a light hook. Flowers are full of Zhu, wine is full of Europe, and you are comfortable in the waves.
There are even more leaking willows, fine spring rains and leaking flowers. Startled the geese, rose from the city, and drew a golden partridge.
The fragrance is thin, the curtain is heavy, and Xie Ting is melancholy. Red candle on the back, embroidered, long dream without knowing.
Willow branches are getting old and ashamed of spring, and the soul feels old everywhere; Thank you, long street seems to know each other, and forced the smoke ear to brush his head. Before Ruan Langgui went to Sangting, he chased Chunhong and Yinghong and danced.
When it rains in Mao Mao, it will open temporarily if you don't put down your eyebrows. The green window is quiet and fragrant, and the fragrance is printed into ash.
Can endure feelings, want to sleep and dream. Practice makes the deep courtyard quiet, the small courtyard empty and the cold anvil blows intermittently.
But people can't sleep at night, and the sound of the moon reaches the curtain. The juggler's hair is messy, his evening makeup is incomplete, and his eyebrows are gone with hatred.
Leaning on the fragrant cheeks, spring bamboo shoots are tender, for whom to lean on tears? Mulberries were picked late to attack the golden well phoenix tree, and several trees were shocked in autumn. Rain brings new sadness.
A hundred feet of shrimp must be in the jade hook. Joan's window broke through two moths, looking back at the edge, wanting to send scales to swim, and the nine cold waves did not flow back.
Sauvignon Blanc has two mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high and the smoke is cold, and the acacia maple leaves are Dan. Flowers bloom, flowers are not complete, geese fly high, but they don't come back.
Shane Qin Lou didn't see the blowjob girl, so she went to the garden in her spare time. Pink cherry is low and proud.
The east wind bothers me. It makes me feel fragrant. Joan window □ (original lack) dream stay.
2. Poems describing the sense of loss
Flowers can be folded straight, don't wait until there are no flowers! Don Du Qiuniang's The Lich
The past is empty, still like a dream. Li Yu's "Midnight Song * How can I avoid the sadness and hatred of life"
If you don't see each other when you meet, love will be ruthless. Sima Guang's Xijiang Moon
The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it. Zhang Sheng's Chitose
Keep cutting. The reason is still chaos. It's sadness. It's not just the general taste.
It's even more unhappy to drown one's sorrows by drinking.
Affection has been idle and hateful since ancient times, and good dreams are the easiest to wake up.
Endless acacia tears cast red beans, endless spring flowers bloom all over the building. Cao Xueqin's Dream of Red Mansions
Acacia says acacia, and Shiro hates Mandy. Republic of China; liang qichao
The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever!
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.
Even this bright flame of love will only have ashes? . Tang; Li Shangyin's Untitled
3. About the lost ancient poems and ancient sentences
Return your double beads, my eyes are full of tears, and I regret not meeting you before I got married. Zhang Ji Yin Jiefu
For my heart, for your heart, we will know each other and remember each other deeply. -confessions of gu Zhen
How can we live together and not die? -Chen Hengke's "Portrait of Chunqi"
It's husband and wife, it's husband and wife. -Su Wu
What occasion? See this lover. -The Book of Songs. Tang style "anonymous.
If the road dust is raised and the cement is muddy, when can we meet in harmony? Cao Zhiming went to a tall building on the bright moon.
Open the HarmonyOS system, who is the lover? It's all about romance. -Introduction to Cao Xueqin's Dream of Red Mansions
Poor bones by the river, I am still a dream girl. -Chen Tao, travel west.
Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing. -Ouyang Xiu's two love flowers, one.
Only the spring moon in the sky is the most affectionate, and it also shines on the courtyard flowers for the people. -Zhang Mi sender
All roads lead to gold and jade. I only saw the alliance between wood and stone. Facing the sky, the nobles in the mountains are crystal clear with snow; I will never forget the lonely forest in the world. -Cao Xueqin's life mistakes
Endless acacia tears cast red beans, endless spring flowers bloom all over the building. -Cao Xueqin's red bean words from parting, remembering to meeting, dreaming with you several times. -Three Poems by Yan Zhetian.
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. Customs are strange, who to talk to. -Liu Yonglin Yuling
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it. -Li Shangyin's "Jinse"
Never mind the flowers, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? . -Li Shangyin untitled six sixth
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. -Li Shangyin untitled
No one knows that the husband and wife will be sad, and many past memories are extremely sad. -Yuan Zhen sent three sad songs and two.
I've been heartbroken since we broke up last time. Now I can only meet you in my dream. My love, except the moon in the sky, who knows? -Wei Zhuang, one of the two top women.
Don't refuse to say that beautiful oath because of possible change, and don't be afraid to ask for a heart-to-heart meeting because of possible separation. -Xi Murong Xi
I haven't received your letter for half a year. I miss you like a thousand miles. Every inch of sorrow and every minute of sorrow are pulling my heart. -Wei Zhuang Yingtianchang
May I be like a star, like the moon, shining every night. -Fan Chengda car Yao Yao
We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one and grow on the earth, two branches of a tree ... —— Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow.
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed. -Yuan Zhen's thought of "Four of Five Songs".
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. -Liu Yonglin Yuling
Although fully aware of lovesickness, there is no good health; I am infatuated with it to the end and fall in love for life. -Li Shangyin untitled six third
How can we be heartless if we don't see each other? -Sima Guang's "Xijiang Moon"
Hate is not as good as believing, and acacia began to feel that the sea was not deep. -Bai Juyi waves and washes the sand
Buttonwood tree, it is raining in the middle of the night, and the hobby that never leaves is bitter. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light. -Wen Tingyun missed the third capital of three songs.
Ruthless people understand the sufferings of affectionate people, and the melancholy of one inch of acacia has become thousands of strands. -Yan Shu Yu Lou Chun
The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever. -Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow
The sky is high and the land is wide; My sadness flies painfully between them. Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? Sauvignon Blanc is heartbreaking. -Li Bai's Sauvignon Blanc is one of the two songs.
Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time. -Yan Shu Yu Lou Chun
I am bent on leaving home and worried to death. -Anonymous Nineteen Ancient Poems was taken from Shejiang Furong.
Only the night will be very long, which is a lifelong worry in your brow. -Yuan Zhen sent the third of three sad songs.
Ask the world what love is and teach life and death. -Yuan Haowen touches the fish.
The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it. -Zhang Xianchitose
He is infatuated with love, and there is no place in the world where he misses it. -Kuang Zhouyi restored the word Huanxisha.
Like this star is not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night. -one of two poems written by Huang Jingren.
Life and death are generous, and Zi Cheng says. Hold your hand and grow old with your son. -Drumming the Book of Songs, I miss you like a candle, frying my heart and holding tears. -Shu-Chen Da since monarch.
Thin shadow self-pity autumn waters clear, you have to pity me, pity you. -Feng Xiaoqing's hatred.
People enter the river like the wind, and love enters the river and rain. -Zhou Bangyan's "Jade House Spring"
Ah, there is love in life, and love is in the depths of madness. This is not irrelevant to hate-the wind overhead, the moon in the sky. -Ouyang Xiu's "Spring on the Jade Tower"
4. Poems describing sudden sense of loss
"Wild Hope" Wang Jidong looked at dusk, and he wanted to rely on it.
Trees are all autumn colors, and mountains are only sparkling. The shepherd brought the calf back, hunted horses and brought birds back.
Care for no acquaintances, Long song pregnant with Cai Wei. Nineteen ancient poems, line, line, line, line, line, line, line, line, line, line, line.
Separated by Wan Li, each on a day; It's a long way to Xiu Yuan, and it will be safe. Huma leans against the north wind and crosses the south branch of the Bird's Nest.
The day of parting is far away, and the day of clothing is slow; Wandering clouds cover the sun, and wanderers are reluctant to return in foreign countries. Just because I want you to age me, another year will soon end.
There are many other things to say, just wish you take care of yourself and don't be hungry and cold. "Looking for the sound slowly" Li Qingzhao searched and searched, cold and clear, sad and miserable.
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 in the wind. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk.
This time, what a sad sentence.
5. Lost and sad sentences
Love is an elaborate lie.
Commitment is often like a butterfly, flying beautifully and then disappearing.
Meet each other indifferently, and go with your nature. Deep and shallow thoughts are in my heart. Honor and disgrace are not surprised. I looked at the flowers in front of the door, and I didn't want to stay, and I didn't want to stay. My mind was full of clouds.
When we lose something, we can get something else.
Scattered memories of hatred are like fish scales cut open by a knife. Some are still in the body, and some are in the water. When the water is stirred, some pieces will still fly, but there is blood in the middle.
Every time, standing in a position where I am completely unsure, it is too late to regret it.
That night, the sky was full of stars. I'm sure you didn't call me. Why didn't you call me? No matter how far away, I can hear it. .
Everything about people is for uncertain things.
With my hands in my pockets, no one loves me … In this life, I am just a player, always in other people's stories, shedding my own tears … What is happiness? Is to hide your sadness and smile at everyone.
Although I am not the most important part of you, I always follow you indispensably. That's enough.
The mood of the sky does not mean loneliness, because the sky is not lonely. Look at the colorful clouds, birds, wind and rain, thunder and lightning, sun, moon and stars. They all have infinite charm, changing the face of the sky all the time and adding a lot of fun to the calm blue.
Why happiness always passes by, and when I miss you occasionally, let the memories accompany me.
My world doesn't allow you to disappear, no matter whether the ending is perfect or not.
We live alone in our own life circle, happy, sad, disappointed and depressed, and then wait for a hopeful tomorrow with great joy.
We don't live in this world to ask for forgiveness.
6. What are the poems of loss, sadness and regret?
How many new sorrows have turned into old hatreds? How many past events have gone up in smoke? How much tenderness can't be said? Idle a song "Laugh at the World of mortals".
White gauze skirt, green Luo skirt, how can you kill my soul? This life is a lotus dream, and I will be a flower protector in the next life. References:
White's 300 poems. Say poetry first. I feel very sorry for Li Bai's Sauvignon Blanc, especially Sauvignon Blanc, which destroys the heart and soul. Du Fu's Car Shop is another kind of sadness caused by his deep sympathy for the people's sufferings. Bai Juyi's The White-haired Man in the Sun and The Harem Ci can be regarded as "elegies lamenting the fate of women".
Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk. In addition, most of Li Shangyin's untitled poems are about love, which is also sad, such as "The Stars and the Wind Last Night" and "It was a long time before I met her, but it was even longer after we parted". There are many words. Su Shi: Jiang Chengzi is obsessed with Xuzhou.
When they met, they hurried by. Holding hands with beautiful women, tears break the beauty.
Ask Yu Dongfeng so much? Spring has come, who are you with? Sui dike dissolves in water in March. Back to Hong, go to Wuzhong.
Looking back at Pengcheng, Qingsi and Huaitong. I want to send a thousand tears of acacia, but I can't, Chu Jiangdong.
The most famous is Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi", mourning for his dead wife: ten years of life and death are boundless. Never think, never forget.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
When night came, my dream suddenly came home. Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.
Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.
There are also many sad works in Li Qingzhao's ci: A Prune of Plums, Red Lotus Roots and Residual Jade in Autumn. 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. 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.
Linjiang Fairy Garden is deep, the fog pavilion often covers the cloud window, the plum calyx at the willow tip is gradually bright, and the spring returns to Liling Tree, making people old and healthy. I have a lot of feelings about the moon and singing about the wind. Now that I am old, I have accomplished nothing. Who is more miserable and haggard? I'm bored trying on the lamp, and I'm not in the mood to walk through the snow.
And Li Yu. Most of the late works of the king of national subjugation are full of sadness: the childless son returned home for forty years, and the mountains and rivers are three thousand miles away. Long Ta in Fengge, a cigarette in Yushu Qiongzhi.
I've known him several times. Once I was classified as a minister, I bent down and took time.
The most hasty day is to resign from the temple, and the teaching workshop is still playing a farewell song. Tears for Gong E.
When is the spring flower and autumn moon in Yu Meiren, and how much is known about the past. The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon.
Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them. Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.
Sand waves make the rain outside the curtain gurgle and the spring fades away. Allred-rochow is too cold to stand.
Not in a dream? Don't say that. What is this? Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away. Running water is gone, and spring is gone.
Two poems by Lu You and Tang Wan >: Hairpin Phoenix > are also very sad ◆ Lu You. Chai Feng ◆ Red crisp hands, Huangteng wine. Willow trees on the palace wall in spring in the city.
The east wind is evil, and the feelings are thin. A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years.
No, no, no. Spring is as old as ever, and people are empty and thin.
Tears flooded her face. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion.
Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu. Mo, Mo, Mo! ◆ Tang Wan. Hairpin Phoenix ◆ The world is cold, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to drop flowers when it rains at dusk.
The breeze is dry and the tears are residual. If you have to worry, just say it alone.
Difficult, difficult, difficult! People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away. The horn is cold and the night is hazy.
Afraid of being asked questions, swallow your tears and pretend to be happy. Hide, hide, hide! Thank you ~
7. What are the lost ancient poems and sentences?
1. Don Du Qiuniang's Lich: Flowers can be folded straight, don't wait until there are no flowers!
Interpretation: When the flowers are suitable for folding, we should pay close attention to folding. Don't wait for the flowers to wither before you break an empty branch.
2. Li Yu's "Midnight Song" in the Southern Tang Dynasty: The past has become empty and dreamlike.
Interpretation: The past is empty, just like in a dream.
3. Sima Guang's "Xijiang Moon" in the Northern Song Dynasty: Seeing each other, not seeing each other, not feeling heartless.
Interpretation: It is better to be heartless than to fall in love at first sight.
4. Tang Li Shangyin's "Jinse": The moment that should last forever has come and gone unconsciously.
Interpretation: The feelings of joys and sorrows can't be recalled today, but they were unintentional and have long been disappointed. Although it is difficult for readers to understand the ideological content of the poem "Jinse", it is easy to see a poetic scene for wandering in their minds.
5. Song Zhangsheng's Millennium: The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot inside.
Interpretation: Affectionate hearts are like those silk screens with Qian Qian's 10,000 knots in the middle.
6. Li Bai: I want to cross the Yellow River, but the ice is choking the ferry. I want to climb the snowy Taihang Mountain.
Interpretation: I want to cross the Yellow River, and the ice and snow have blocked this big river; If you want to climb Taihang Mountain, the vast snow has already closed the mountain.
7. Tang Li Shangyin's Untitled: It was long before I met her, and even longer after we parted, the east wind started and a hundred flowers blossomed.
Interpretation: The opportunity to meet each other is really hard to get, and it is even more difficult to leave when leaving. Besides, the weather in late spring, the east wind is about to harvest, which is even more sad.
8. Tang Yuanzhen's five poems of parting thoughts: once the sea was difficult for water, it was amber forever.
Interpretation: Once you have been to the seaside, there is not enough water in other places; Clouds in other places are not called clouds except Wushan Mountain.
9. Tang Bai Juyi's "Song of Eternal Sorrow": everlasting, everlasting; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
Interpretation: Even if it lasts forever, there will always be an end, but this life-and-death feud will never end.
10. Zhuang's Ying Tianchang: Don't write a book until you are half a year old, and stay an inch away from your intestines.
Interpretation: I haven't received your letter for half a year, and my golden tongue misses you. Every inch is tied with thousands of worries, and every sorrow is pulling my heart.
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