A poem that is very disappointing and sad.

1, I rode to the edge of town I observe the chaos of the world on the horizon day after day. -Du Fu's Wild Hope

2, if life is just like the first sight, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan. It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.

3, wash and dress, relying on Wangjianglou alone. After all, this is not Qian Fan. It is full of love and water, and its heart is broken in Baipingzhou.

When I went to Qiu Lai in spring, I felt drunk. -Ouyang Jiong, A Cloud in Wushan, Going to Qiu Lai in Spring.

5, lock away from sorrow, endless, unfamiliar when you come.

6. The mountains by the sea are like swords, and Qiu Lai cuts his heart everywhere.

7, no one at home is sunny in autumn, and the night frost wants to clear up first. -Zhang Lei's "Sitting at night, no one at home is the autumn moon"

8, the fog is thick and the clouds are light and always sad, and the brain sells golden beasts.

9, the willow color is uneven, the painting building is covered, and Xiaoying is full of worries. -Sima Cha's "Palace Complaint"

10, Acacia plum blossom hair all night, suddenly went to the window and suspected it was Jun. -Lu Tong's "Thinking"

1 1, knowing that you have been in love for a long time, let bygones be bygones.

12. How much free time do you have? Yichuan tobacco, city wind, plum yellow rain. -He Zhu's "Hengtang Road"

13, I gave my heart to the moon long ago, but the moon shines on the ditch.

14, I look like a Xushan in my eyes, and I am as careless as a stone Buddha. -Zhu Yizun's "Best of Yuanyang Lake"

15, if two feelings last for a long time, it is still a matter of time. -Qin Guan's "Queqiao Fairy"

16, the wind blew yesterday, and no one would meet. Tonight is as clear as usual. -Bai Juyi's "Looking at the Moon in the Pavilion on the 15th of August"

17, send you a song, don't get people together at the end of the song.

18, it rains in the middle of the night, and the feelings of parting are bitter. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light.

19, love is also a kind of injury. Cruel people choose to hurt others, and kind people choose to hurt themselves.