1. Self-composed poems about sadness
1) Thinking of returning home, the bright moon shines on the tall building. Someone is worried about cutting the hair. A ray of sadness is sent far away, leaving my hand. The road to the end of the world wants to end this love. Do you know that things in the world are like a chess game, and lovesickness ends in vain? 2) Yu Linling. My heart is worried about the light rain in autumn, the light clouds are sparse, and it is causing melancholy. Wandering silently, hiding my heart, leaving people for ten years, no tears, broken heart, lotus heart, bitter separation, boundless, hateful, but far away, praying to be reunited, the sky is so dim, I should be relieved, I am depressed and desolate, let alone look at the tall buildings, lonely road to the end of the world 3) return home, haggard Picking up the wind and dust, hiding the old face, the vicissitudes of life, changing the bright moon, watching the spring come and go, the spring goes back to the south, the phantom body is bright and extinguished, the soul is constant, and the dream is to ask the dear relatives when will I return to the old garden. Note: Xizhu wrote it many years ago.
I haven’t returned home for 13 years, but my thoughts and feelings are still there, just like the lyrics below. People pass by with the wind, and the flowers of freedom bloom and fall. No matter what the vicissitudes of the world, the city is full of lovesickness, and everyone is silent. Only the fragrance of osmanthus floats quietly - Chen Yuan (August Osmanthus fragrance interlude). 2. Self-composed poems about sorrow
1) Missing home
The bright moon shines on the high building
Someone upstairs is worried
Cut A ray of sorrow
Far away from human hands
The road to the end of the world is about to end
Do you know this feeling
The world is like a chess game
Acacia is lost in vain
2) Yu Linling. Heartache
Qingqiu light rain
Light clouds and broad sky
Gloomy and melancholy
Living in the ordinary world
Ups and downs
So bitter
Go away and Piaoping
I have been tossing and turning to where to send it
But I am disappointed
Clear shadow and solitary lamp
Wandering silently and hiding my heart's music
The audio book of ten years away from a person None
Tears
Heartbroken
Life and death are boundless and hateful
Praying from afar
Hope to be reunited
The misty sky
Should relieve the depression of the idiot
Don't do it
Look at the tall buildings
< p> Lonely End of the World3) Returning
Haggard and unbearable
The old face is hidden in the dust
The vicissitudes of life have changed
The bright moon looks at each other alone
Spring comes and spring goes again
Flying from the north to the south
Phantom body lights up and extinguishes candles
Spirit Be persistent
Asking about the dream of loving relatives
When will I return to my old garden
Note: Xizhu wrote this many years ago. I have not returned home for 13 years, but my longing for him remains the same, just like the lyrics below.
People pass by with the wind
The flower of freedom blooms and falls
No matter what the vicissitudes of the world are
The wind of a city
< p> Full of lovesickness, silentOnly the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus floats by
- Chen Yuan (August Osmanthus Fragrance Interlude) 3. Looking for a homemade ancient poem about winter sorrow
p>The moon is miserable,
The cold winter snow is blowing.
Lean against the window and gaze at the stars,
Listen to the strong west wind.
Listen to the strong west wind
Raise your head to express your thoughts
Goose feathers play with the shadow of the moon
The beauty under the lamp complains
The beauty under the lamp complains,
I miss you especially on a cold night.
After saying goodbye to you,
I looked at the moon in the sky every night.
Looking at the moon in the sky every night
How can we meet each other in the distance
Knowing that we are tired of missing each other
Why should we fall in love so hard
Why love so hard?
It’s just about knowing each other.
Love is as present as spring,
Even if it’s a sad night.
Even if it’s a sad night
Love is held by lovesickness
The lonely flute plays lingeringly
Love is between two fingers
Love is placed between two fingers,
Love is always lingering.
Singing long and far away,
The sound calls to heaven.
Even if you have a sad night
When you are sad
Wake up your dream gently
Wait for the pretty lady
Wait Pretty lady,
The long night adds new traces.
When to write a good story,
Finding a close friend is like looking for a needle.
A close friend is like looking for a needle
Returning home on a snowy night
It’s hard to leave love without knowing it
Write poetry
< p> Put pen to paper and write poetry,Every sentence is a good tune.
The voice is full of emotion,
It hurts the man's heart.
The sound calls to the heaven of love
Tossing and turning, it is difficult to fall asleep
Mandarin ducks are locked in two places
When will we meet again 4. About sentimentality Poems
Selection of sad poems: 1. "Above" The falling flowers in Sikong Tu are the same as the falling trees in sadness, and the sound of orioles continues with the sound of cicadas.
After the prosperity and decline, there is nothing much to do, just idle people care about each other. 2. "A Spring Evening in Yanjing Sends a Letter to the People in the Mountains (Two Poems)" Mindful, the birds are not singing, the mountains are quiet, the flowers have not yet fallen, and the spring is late.
The beauty is like clouds in the sky, and there is only one branch of peony left in the sky. 3. "A Presentation to Judge Lu on Your Seat" by Bai Juyi. The flowers fall frequently while the wine is being carried, and the fragrance of the flowers and the taste of the wine are in harmony with spring.
Mo Yan is not Jiangnanhui, the old master of Xubai Pavilion. 4. "Cherishing Spring" by Du Mu Flowers bloom and fall, and the seasons secretly change.
If there is no plan to delay spring, how can we stay in youth. Butterflies are beginning to scatter in the small bushes, and cicadas are heard in the tall willow trees.
Where does the beauty go? The mountains are full of singing cuckoos. 5. "Cherishing Spring" by Xue Neng Flowers bloom and fall, and the seasons secretly change.
There is no plan to delay spring, but it may leave young people behind. Butterflies are beginning to scatter in the small bushes, and cicadas are heard in the tall willow trees.
Where does the beauty go? The mountains are full of cuckoos. 6. "Dream Broken" Xu Wei dreamed that the screen window was broken by thunder in the middle of the night, and the other's flowers fell and bloomed again.
It is difficult to send letters on the far journey to Yuyang, and the high moon of Hengyue Mountain does not come. Xuanyan wears the embroidered door with love, but the turtle should not wish for the golden cup.
If life is long and relative, fireflies give birth to tobacco and turn into ashes. 7. "A Folk Song of Yao for Farewell in December" After Wang Shifu said goodbye, the distant mountains were looming, and the sparkling water could be seen in the distance. He saw the flying willows and his face was drunk with the peach blossoms. The fragrant breeze penetrated the cabinet, covering the air. There was heavy rain at dusk.
I am afraid of dusk and dusk again, how can I not be in ecstasy if I am not in ecstasy? The marks of new cries press on the marks of old cries, and those who have lost their hearts remember those who have lost their hearts. This spring, my skin has lost some weight, and my arms are three inches wider.
8. "Farewell to Fu Sheng" by Qi Jingyun A sip of spring mash brings love for thousands of miles, and the heart-broken grass and heart-broken warbler. I wish I could cry my tears into rain and keep you in the city tomorrow.
9. "Chizhou Spring Sends Former Scholar Kuai Xiyi" Du Mu The fragrant grass becomes fragrant again, and the broken heart returns to broken heart. It's natural to shed tears, why bother with the setting sun.
The shores of Chu are thousands of miles away, and Yan Hong is only three or two lines away. I can't go back to my home, so I'm going to take my leave.
10. "Moon over the Xijiang River" Wang Zhidao A moment of light clouds and rain, and half a pole of fresh green crosses the boat. The plum blossom pond is filled with subtle fragrance.
The wine will make your lips turn red. If you have hatred, especially pity, don't hate. I can't get used to spring sorrow if I have too many sorrows.
Why bother to stay even later for the rest of the dance? Heartbreak and heartbreak will be updated later.
11. "Rewarding Lotte Seeing Gifts at the First Banquet in Yangzhou" Liu Yuxi The desolate land of Chushui in Bashan has been abandoned for twenty-three years. Nostalgic, I recite the flute poems in the air, and when I go to the countryside to read them, I feel like a dead person.
Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of trees spring in front of the diseased trees. Today I will listen to a song of Junge, and for the time being I will be refreshed by a glass of wine.
12. "Gexiyi" Wang Anshi The moon is missing and the moon is dim, but a lamp shines to illuminate the autumn bed. When the patient is ill, he feels wind and dew most early, and when he returns to his dream, he does not know how long the mountains and rivers are.
Sitting there, I feel the generosity of the songs of my age, and look at the desolate color of the sky and the earth. The chirping cicadas are even more confusing to the pedestrians' ears, and they are hugging the sparse tung leaves, which are half yellow.
13. "Wind and Rain" Li Shangyin's desolate sword chapter, looking forward to the poor years. The yellow leaves are still windy and rainy, and the brothel has its own orchestra.
New acquaintances are vulgar, and old friends are separated from each other. Heart-breaking Xinfeng wine, thousands of dollars worth of sorrow.
14. "Five Satirical Poems Part 5" Li He The autumn water is bright at the stone roots, and the autumn grass beside the stone is thin. The fragrance of wild bamboo invades the clothes, and the hibernation hangs thickly in the wild.
Cen Zhongyue returns, and the toad lights up in the sky. The osmanthus dew meets the fairy, and the clouds tease under the stars.
The desolate gardenias have fallen, and the mountains have been weeping. Below is Zhang Zhongwei, whose writing case is about to decay.
15. "The Temple of the First Master of Shu" Liu Yuxi The heroic spirit of heaven and earth remains awe-inspiring for thousands of years. The potential is divided into three tripods, and the industry is restored to five baht coins.
If you get a prime minister, you can build a country, but if you give birth to a son, you will not be like a virtuous man. The desolate old trick from Shu came to dance in front of the Wei Palace.
16. "Mirror for Cup" Bai Juyi wanted to exchange the bronze mirror in the bead box for the golden statue and white jade statue. There is no place to hide in the mirror when old age comes, and the sorrow in front of the bottle finally disappears.
Tea can relieve boredom, but it has little effect. Unlike Du Kang, who uses speed and opens his eyebrows in just one shot.
17. "Rewarding a dream is better than seeing a gift from day lilies" Bai Juyi Du Kang can relieve boredom, and day lilies relieve forgetfulness. I'd like to ask Xuan Fengdu, how can she meet Liu in vain?
Old age is better than young age, leisure is fun, laughter is busy and sorrow is. I wonder who can grow old in the same year?
18. "Song of Love" Li Yu The clouds are scattered, the jade is shuttled, and the thin shirt is thin. Light frown and double snails.
The autumn winds are strong and the rain is gentle. There are three or two banana nests outside the curtain.
What can the night long people do? 19. "Tian Zi Picking Mulberries" by Li Qingzhao Who planted the banana tree in front of the window? Yin fills the atrium; Yin fills the atrium, and the leaves and leaves are relaxed and full of emotions.
The sad pillow is filled with rain in the middle of the night, and every drop of rain is falling; every drop of rain is falling, and I am saddened by the northerners, who are not used to hearing it! 20. "Sudong Xiaogong" Lin Bu The autumn mountains are inexhaustible, and the autumn thoughts are also boundless. The red leaves flow in the blue stream, and the green forest is dotted with white clouds.
A bird falls under the cool shade, and the falling crystals are scattered among the cicadas. Who can smell the banana rain on your pillow this night?
21. "A Cut Plum Blossom and a Boat Crossing the Wujiang River" by Jiang Jie A piece of spring sadness awaits the pouring of wine, The boat on the river is rocking, and the curtains on the upper floors are moving. At Qiuniang Ferry and Tainiang Bridge, the wind is blowing and the rain is rustling.
What is washing guest robes at home? The word "Yin" means Sheng tune, and the word "Xin" means "Xiangshao". The flowing light easily throws people away, turning cherries red and bananas green.
22. "Miscellaneous Poems of Jihai" Gong Zizhen The sun is setting in the daytime when I am about to leave, and I sing my whip to the east and point to the end of the world. Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers.
23. Posted by Liu Ruohui on an Autumn Night A piece of Chang'an moon fills the two places with clear light. Visitors from thousands of miles away cannot express the feeling of hometown.
The bamboos on the windows cast autumn shadows, and the village anvils pounded at night. I am in an empty boudoir, worried and sleepless, talking to myself in front of the lamp.
5. Poems about sorrow
My sorrow
My sorrow is the colorful light of a red lantern
Emitting from the lonely hut
Dispersed from the lonely hut again
My sorrow
My sorrow is the ultraviolet rays of the sun
Emitted from the distant universe
And dispersed from the distant universe
My sorrow
My sorrow is the light of the moon at night
Shooting from the high space< /p>
Dispersed from the high space again
My sorrow
My sorrow is the light of the stars at night
quietly shooting from the window Entering the hut
And quietly escaping from the house out the window
My sorrow
My sorrow is like a shadow under the green trees
Swinging on the jagged rocks
Swinging off the jagged rocks
My sorrow
My sorrow is the music on the piano
Bounce in the quiet night
Dissipate in the quiet night
My sorrow
My sorrow is far away< /p>
Swirling in the distant mountains
Swirling in the distant mountains again
My sorrow
My sorrow is like acacia Wandering
My sorrow
My sorrow is as winding as a mountain path