1. One place is lovesickness, and two places are carefree. -Song Qingzhao's A Prune of Plums
The same thoughts, both of them are very disappointed
2. It's already dusk, and it's more windy and rainy. -Song Luyou's "The Operator"
On the side of the broken bridge outside the post station, plum blossoms bloomed lonely and nobody asked. Twilight arrival, the plum blossom is helpless, and it is already sad enough, but it has been devastated by the wind and rain.
3. into a depth of sorrow and concealment of lament, told even more in silence than they had told in sound. -Tang Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip
is like another kind of sadness and hatred secretly breeding; At this time, it is more touching than sound.
4. when the color enters a tall building, some people are sad upstairs. -Tang Li Bai's "Bodhisattva Man"
The smoke in the distant Woods is like a textile, and the mountains in autumn are like a belt, which is sad and green. Twilight entered the high boudoir, and someone was upstairs alone.
5. Bananas don't show lilac knots, and the spring breeze in the same direction is sad. -Tang Li Shangyin's "Gift"
The banana heart of the banana has not yet unfolded, and the buds of the lilacs are clustered like knots; The same is the spring breeze, and the two are United in different places, and they are both worried about not meeting each other.
6. if you keep cutting, you will be confused, which means leaving your sorrow. It's not just a general taste. -Tang Liyu's "Night Cry"
The thoughts in my heart want to be cut off, but they don't stop. I want to sort them out, but they are more messy. This kind of worry about divorce and missing is now a different taste in my heart.
7. How much sorrow can you have? It's like a river flowing eastward. -Tang Liyu's
I ask you how many worries you can have. My worries are like the river that flows to the east in spring.
8. My sadness is gradually endless, and the distance is like spring water. -Song Ouyang Xiu's
The farther you go, the more endless you are, like the endless spring water.
9. The bright moon tower rests on its own, and the wine turns into homesickness and tears. -Song Fan Zhongyan's "Sumu Covering"
Don't lean alone when the bright moon shines on tall buildings. Picked up the wine to wash the sorrow, but it turned into acacia tears.
1. Even the riverside is full of endless tears and many worries. -Tang Qin Guan's "Jiangchengzi"
Outside the window, flowers are dancing freely and lightly, just like a dream, and the rain is falling, drifting aimlessly, just like sadness flying. Look at the curtain decorated with jewels hanging on a small silver hook at will. 2. A famous poem about sorrow
How much sorrow can you have? Just like a river flowing eastward. -Li Yu's The Young Beauty
but since water still flows, though we cut it with our swords, let's raise a glass to ease our worries. -Li Bai's "Uncle Yun of Xie Tiao Building, Xuanzhou"
The phoenix tree is drizzling, and it is dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad word! -Li Qingzhao's "The Sound is Slow"
I heard that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to be a light boat, for fear that the grasshopper boat in Shuangxi will be unable to carry it, and there will be many worries. -Li Qingzhao's "Wuling Spring"
The white hair is 3, feet, and the sorrow is like a long one. -Li Bai's "Song of Autumn Puge" flies freely like a dream, and the endless silk rain is as fine as sorrow. -Qin Guan's "Huanxisha" is a dream, and Zhu Yan changed in the mirror. Spring is gone, and ten thousand points of sorrow are like the sea. -Qin Guan's "Thousand Autumn Years"
The sadness is getting farther and farther, and the distance is like spring water. -Ouyang xiu's
If you ask about leisure, how much is it? Yichuan tobacco, the wind in the city, plum yellow rain. -He Zhu's Jade Case
leaves are dropping down like the spray of a waterfall, while I watch the long river always rolling on. -Du Fu's "Ascending the Mountain" is leaning against the dangerous building, looking at the spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. -Yan Shu's "recent love"
but I look toward home, and twilight grows dark? There was a mist hanging over the river, bringing deep melancholy to the people. -Cui Hao is just like spring grass, but it is still alive when it goes further. -Li Yu's sunset tower overlaps the mountain, and it has not reached more than half of the leisure. -Zhao Wei, please measure the water in the East China Sea and look at the shallow and deep sorrow. -Li Qi 3. Sorrow Poems
frosty night, Jiang Feng, Yu Huo, is worried about sleep.
At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell goes to the passenger ship. Asking you how much sorrow you can have is like a river flowing eastward.
if you keep cutting, you will lose your mind, which means leaving your sorrow. Don't be a taste in your heart.
but since water still flows, though we cut it with our swords, it's even sadder to raise a glass to ease your worries. Dongfeng evil, who is in a weak mood, has been in a melancholy mood for several years.
wrong! Wrong! Wrong! One kind of acacia, two places of leisure. Indus is even drizzling, and it is dripping at dusk.
Raise a glass to relieve the sorrow and worry more (Li Bai's poem). In Li Shangyin's poem "Give a Gift", there is a poem about the sadness of Yan Shu's "Huanxi Yarn": a new song and a glass of wine. Last year, the weather was old, and when the sun went down, there was no choice but to spend it, and it seemed that Yan had come back. Young people wandering alone in the small garden incense trail don't know the taste of sorrow, and they say they are worried about filling in new things and giving them strength.
the west wind is still shining, and the weak willows in the mausoleum of the Han family (Li Bai's Yi Qin E) are suspicious of the wind, and the bushes are like towels. Sitting alone also contains a frown (Liu Yuxi's "Remembering Jiangnan"). The Chu people want to listen to Yao's resentment. When Xiaoxiang is in the middle of the night (Liu Yuxi's "Xiaoxiang God"), the mountain temple looks for Guizi in the middle of the month, and the county pavilion looks at the tide on the pillow.
When will I revisit (Bai Juyi's Memories of the South of the Yangtze River)? I think about it and hate it until I return. In the Ming Dynasty, people are leaning against the building (Bai Juyi's "Sauvignon Blanc") and want to be at dusk. When they are bored and leaning against the door alone (Wen Tingyun's "Bodhisattva Man"), they are all in Qian Fan. When they are heartbroken, Bai Bozhou (Wen Tingyun's "Dream of Jiangnan") has not returned home yet, and they have to be heartbroken when they return home (Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva Man").
Even if you are mercilessly abandoned, you can't be ashamed (Wei Zhuang's Sidi Township). Don't cry. There are many words and feelings (Niu Xiji's Shengchazi). Looking back, I remember the green silk dress, and I felt sorry for the grass everywhere (Niu Xiji's "Sheng Cha Zi") and made a thousand wishes before my pillow. I wanted to rest and wait for Qingshan Lan (Dunhuang Ci) to want his husband to return early, but I was deeply interested in looking back at Qingyun Li (Dunhuang Ci).
it's a double emerald. Riding an elephant and carrying a man across the water first (Li Xun's Nanxiangzi) often falls ill and drinks before sunrise. It's grief to leave Zhu Yan thin in the mirror (Feng Yansi's Magpie Treading) how many tears there are, and to lean on it (Li Jing's Spread out the Huanxisha) and cut it constantly.
don't have a general taste in your heart (Li Yu's "Night Cry"). How much sorrow can you have? Just like a river flowing eastward (Li Yu's "Young Beauty"), you can't lean on the fence alone, and it's infinite. It's easy to see when it's not. The flowing water has gone out in the spring, and it is difficult for the slaves in heaven and earth (Li Yu's "Langtaosha") to come out, so you can be merciful.
(Li Yu's "Bodhisattva Man") After the lonely people in the other lane dispersed, the tobacco was in a slump. The incense of the stove is idle and the phoenix is lingering.
hold the ribbon empty, and look back and hate yiyi. (Li Yu's "Linjiang Fairy") For my heart, for your heart, I will know that I remember each other deeply (Gu Wei's "Confession"). When will the green grass rest? Tears and sorrow have been broken first (Qian Weiyan's "Jade House Spring"). In the past, I was sick and tired of fragrant bottles. Today, fragrant bottles are afraid of being shallow (Qian Weiyan's "Jade House Spring"). The bright moon building is high and lonely, and the wine turns into homesick tears (Fan Zhongyan's "Sumu Cover"). Every year tonight, the moonlight is like practice, and people are thousands of miles long (Fan Zhongyan's "Imperial Palace"
before the wine arrives, it becomes tears first. The night is deep, the lamp is worn out, the lights disappear between the lights, but leaned against the pillow, chat to sleep, this endless lonely, really let the taste of loneliness similar.
When will Chunchun be sent back? (Fan Zhongyan's Journey to the Imperial Street)? Looking at the mirror in the evening, it hurts the scenery. In the later period of the past, there was no choice but to remember the flowers in the province (Zhang Xian's "Fairy"). It seemed that I had met Yan's return, and the small garden incense trail wandered alone (Yan Shu's "Huanxisha"). The bright moon did not know how to leave it, and it was oblique to wear Zhu Hu's (Yan Shu's "Butterfly Lovers") to send colorful stationery and ruler, and the mountains were long and the waters were wide, so I knew where (Yan Shu's " Drink for you to persuade the setting sun, and leave a night photo among the flowers.
(Song Qi's "Spring on a Jade Building") The rain and the wind are raging in March. The door closes at dusk, and there is no plan to stay in spring.
I asked the flowers with tears in my eyes, and flew over the swing (Ouyang Xiu's "Butterfly Loves Flowers"). The sadness gradually drifted away, and the distance was as soft as spring water (Ouyang Xiu's "Walking on the Sha"), and the pink tears (Ouyang Xiu's "Walking on the Sha") scattered into the tourists, only to feel that the spring sky (Ouyang Xiu's "Picking Mulberry Seeds") gathered and dispersed. This year's flowers are better than last year's, but it's a pity that next year's flowers will be better.
(Ouyang Xiu's "Langtaosha") only sent you home in the spring and sent you home again. If you go to the south of the Yangtze River to catch up with the spring, you must stay in the spring (Wang Guan's "Bu Operator") and the fallen flowers will be independent, and the swift and swift will fly together (Yan Jidao's "Linjiang Xian"). If you are afraid of meeting each other, it will be like a dream (Yan Jidao's "Partridge Day"). If you sleep late, you will be unforgettable, which will be heartless and heartbroken (Yan Jidao's "Nanxiangzi")
caring for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears (Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi") are fine. It's not a young flower, but a little bit of tears that leave people (Su Shi's "Shui Long Yin"). When lonely sandbar is cold (Su Shi's "Bu Operator"), there are few willow cotton blowing on the branches, and there are no fragrant grass in the world (Su Shi's "Die Lian Hua"). 4. Poems about sadness
1. Trembling with fear, like walking on thin ice-The Book of Songs. Xiaoya Xiaowen
2. where, before me, are the ages that have gone?, and where, behind me, are the coming generations? I think of heaven and earth, without limit, without end, and I am all alone and my tears fall down-on a Gate-Tower at Youzhou by Tang Chen Ziang
3. White hair is 3, feet, and sorrow is like a long one-Tang Li Bai. Just like a spring water flowing eastward-South Tang Dynasty. Li Yu's "Yu Mei Ren >: >
7. but since water still flows, though we cut it with our swords, let's raise a glass to dispel our worries and worry more —— Tang Li Bai's Shu Yun, an official at Xie Tiao Tower in Xuanzhou
8. After ten years' sleep in Yangzhou, we won the poor reputation of a brothel —— Tang Du Mu's
9. and year after year she has sewn gold thread, on bridal robes for other girls —— Tang Qin Taoyu's
. Has come and gone before I knew-Tang Li Shangyin's
11. earth endures, heaven endures; some time both shall end, while this unending sorrow goes on and on for ever-Tang Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow
12. into a depth of sorrow and concealment of lament, told even more in silence than they had told in sound-Tang Bai Juyi's
13. Being a teacher shows his true world, who is as good as a thousand years- The spring breeze is not enough —— Tang Wang Zhihuan's Liangzhou Ci
15. Don't die, the curtain rolls in the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers —— Song Li Qingzhao's Drunken Flower Yin
16. Looking for it, it's lonely and sad —— Song Li Qingzhao's Slow Voice < p Fall in love with the floor, fall in love with the floor, and talk about worry for the sake of adding new words-Ugly Slave. The Middle Wall of Shuboshan Road by Song Qiji
19. When people come to worry, they will always be sad when they have nothing to do with their feelings-Song Tingjian's "Reading the Tale with Chen Junyi" 5. Poems that express their worries
1. Don't let the Tao die. ?
4. Spring things and worrying about guests are different when they meet. Therefore, flowers leave new branches, and new tears fall on old clothes.
5. The mountain on the seashore is like a sword, and Qiu Lai cuts his heart everywhere. ?
6. The accumulated rain is fine in succession, regardless of hunger, cold and life. Take care of your clothes and see your elbows, and look in the mirror to find the text.
7. Don't be idle, and write your worries alone at night.
8. The cold light in the hotel stays awake alone, and the guest's heart turns sad.
9. How much sorrow can you have? It's like a river flowing eastward. ?
1. The day before yesterday, I was far away, and yesterday I had white hair. If you want to know Wan Li's feelings, you will lie in bed for half a month.
11. If you haven't climbed the osmanthus, you should still roll the banana; Climbing the stairs to make a sad contribution, looking at the sea and the sky in the west.
12. I'm worried about the bright moon, and I'll stay with you until the night.
13. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
14. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idleness. ?
15. I'm afraid that the boat can't carry many worries. ?
17. How many pedestrians shed tears when the Qingjiang River falls in Yugu Platform!
18. but since water still flows, though we cut it with our swords, and sorrows return, though we drown them with wine. ?
19. It's hard to send away and stay when you arrive, but it's hard to stay. Pan Yue was worried about silk in his temples, and he frowned in sorrow.
2. dongfeng evil, with a weak sense of joy and a cup of sadness, has been separated for several years.
21. Fast-flushers are full of worries like the sea. ?
22, the singer's songs are not over, and the sorrow of people is increasing. Empty the post, and pick the unintentional lamp.
23, where is the mountain home Wan Li, who comes at night and touches the guests with many worries. ?
24. Being away from hate is just like spring grass, and it will live further and further. 6. Who knows the poem about sadness
If you dream, you will always remember the sunset in the Xiting, and you will not know the way back when you are drunk.
I returned to the boat in the evening and strayed into the depths of lotus flowers. How to draw a boat out, not careful, but startled a group of Oulu.
like a dream, it rained suddenly and the wind blew suddenly last night, and a deep sleep didn't leave any wine. Ask the shutter man, but the Chinese flowering crabapple remains the same.
do you know? Do you know? It should be green, fat, red and thin A touch of crimson lips makes a lonely boudoir, and an inch of sorrow touches the heart.
cherish the spring, and hurry the flowers and rain. Leaning over the column, just no mood! Where are people? Even the sky is fading, and the road to return is broken.
touch your lips, stop swinging, and get up and adjust your slim hands. Beside her, the thin de hung with crystal dew, her ch perspiration permeated with a thin silk gown.
when someone comes, socks shovel gold hairpin and slip away, and they are ashamed to leave. Looking back by the door, I smell the green plum.
The cup in Huanxi Shamo is deep amber, so it should be melted before it gets drunk, so it's time to relax the clock. The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, the cold gold bun is loose, and the time and space are red to the candlelight.
The idle window of Huanxisha Yard is deep in spring, and the heavy curtain is not sinking, so I can't talk to heptachord by leaning against the building. Far away from the mountain, the dusk is hurried, and the breeze blows the rain and makes the shade light. It is difficult to ban pear blossoms if they want to thank.
The sand in Huanxi is bleak in spring and cold in food days, and the jade stove is full of water and smoke, and the flowers are hidden in the pillow when I dream back to the mountain. The swallows not yet come, a game of grass we play; Willow down wafts while mume blossoms fade away. In drizzling rain at dusk the garden swing won't sway.
Shazi in Huanxi is worn out in spring, and it is sloppy to comb. In the evening breeze, the courtyard falls at the beginning of the plum blossom, and the light clouds are scattered in the moon. Jade ducks smoke stoves to refresh their brains, and Zhu Ying fights to cover tassels, and rhinoceros can also relieve the cold. The embroidered curtain of Huanxisha, Lotus, smiled and leaned against the fragrant cheeks of Baoya duck, and the eye was guessed.
on the one hand, it is full of charm, and on the other hand, it is charming and hateful to send you a lonely heart, and the moon will move and the shadow will come again. I complained that I came to Shen Zui late to remove makeup, and the plum calyx was stuck in the branches.
when you wake up with alcohol, you will sleep in the spring, and your dreams will never return. People are quietly, the moon is whispering, and the green curtain is hanging.
it's more unnecessary to remove the residual core.