But I looked home, the twilight was getting thicker, and the mist of sadness was filled on the river waves;
The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
The fog is thick and the clouds are light, and it will always be sad. The brain sells golden beasts.
The mighty sorrow is slanting from the sky, and the whip refers to the end of the world; I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.
There is a poem in Li Shangyin's "Giving on behalf of others" that "bananas don't show lilac knots, but they care about each other in the spring breeze"
Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow, saying that sorrow fills new talents.
When does the Populus euphratica stop? Tears are broken (Qian Lou Yuchun)
The bright moon building rests on its own, and the wine turns into tears (Fan Zhongyan's "Sumu Fu")
I got drunk for no reason. Tears come before wine. The night is deep, the lights are gone, the lights disappear between the lights, but I lean on the pillow and chat to sleep. This endless loneliness really makes the taste of loneliness similar.
Parting from sorrow is endless, and the distance is like spring water (Ouyang Xiu's Walking on the Sand)
Being on the riverside, I shed tears and worry a lot (Qin Guan's "Jiangchengzi")
How much leisure do you have? Yichuan tobacco, wind in the city, plum and yellow rain (He Zhu's Jade Case)
Looking at the place will add new worries from now on (Li Qingzhao's "Recalling Feng Tai Xiao")
This time, what a sad sentence (Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice"
Dreams are hard to achieve, and hatred is hard to level. People who don't care don't like to hear it, and the empty steps fall. (Si Wanyong's Sauvignon Blanc)
Dong Feng Xie, who is in a bad mood, has been very depressed in recent years. Wrong, wrong, wrong (Lu You's Hairpin Phoenix)
It's dusk, and the wind and rain are getting worse (Lu You's Operator)
Leisure is the most bitter, so don't lean on the dangerous fence. When the sun sets, the flowers will bloom (Xin Qiji's "Fishing")
It was he who brought the sadness of spring, but he didn't understand where it would go (Xin Qiji's Zhu Yingtai Near)
Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor and worry about adding new words.
Now that I know what it's like to worry, I want to talk about it. I want to say that I still have a rest, but I know it will be a cool autumn (Xin Qiji's Ugly Slave)
It's hard to cut through all kinds of worries (Jiang Kui's "Long Pavilion complains slowly")
If the shore is broken, it will be green; It's a sad place, and I think of the late-night language of closing the door and turning off the lights (Shi Dazu's Luo Qixiang)
Worried about hurting Cui Dai's eyebrows, the flowers are alone every day (Shi Dazu's "Flying Swallows Together")
A piece of spring sorrow is waiting for the wine to pour, the boat on the river shakes, and the curtain moves upstairs.
Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward! It is said that Shuangxi spring is still good, and I plan to go boating, for fear that Shuangxi can't bear much worry.
Song:
QQ Music -Jacky's Song