A sad farewell poem.

1, the water in Nanling is leisurely, and the wind is tight and the clouds are light.

2, but Wang's world affairs, after his death won fame, poor white hair.

3, don't care and arrange, get it now.

4. It is better not to come or go, not to be happy or sad.

5, the moon is full, and the moon is still gone; When I'm afraid of meeting again, it's not tonight with the moon.

6. Hai Xian hung his green hair upside down when he sent a detector to the fragrant bush.

7. It's a cold autumn night, and I'm lying alone in the town by the river on the Laka tree in this courtyard. I looked at my extinguished candle.

8. In the easterly night, thousands of trees are blooming and there are many stars. Carved BMW cars are full of incense, and the phoenix flute is moving.

9. Running water follows spring, who is with the cloud?

10, from the east of Bo, the head is like a cornice. No ointment? Who is suitable for it! I am willing to talk, I am willing to take the first disease. I am willing to talk and think. It almost killed me.

1 1, the depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.

12, the wind falls on the courtyard in the early and late May, and the clouds are light and the moon is sparse.

13, invite the bright moon to face the wine curtain and the window screen.

14, painting the corner gate, half pavilion crescent dusk, the waterfront in front of Li Xueshan. Bamboo fence and the hut in the fence, in an obscure village, are quiet and harmonious.

15, if you allow me to visit Oxford, I will forget my poverty relatively.

16, the deacon has been diligent for a long time, and it hurts when he leaves. The family is poor and has no servants, and the official pawn promotes sleep. The clothes are compromised, and the grass is exposed. Who knows that the second time is coming again, arrange it again. I'm still celebrating my birthday, so why comfort me?

17, the wedding book was cut to make a shoe sample. The wings of a two-winged bird flapped and the branches were burnt to charcoal. Needles are used to blind flounder eyes, and lotus petals are crushed by hand. The golden hairpin broke the phoenix head, and the mandarin duck bounced around the pond.

18, the wind valley chases the sun and the moon, and whoever closes the dust does not return.

19, urging clear tears, shaking the lonely dreams, picking up deep branches and flying away.

20, poor and uncertain river bones, or spring dreams!

2 1, wordless alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.

22, Wen Jun has its heart, pull miscellaneous and destroyed. When the wind blows, it will be destroyed and burned. From then on, I will make a clean break with you and never sleep for you again.

23, phase also, force a hundred flowers. When spring comes to the hut, it refuses to turn to ashes.

24. I really know that happiness is nostalgia. It has been four years since I left my hometown.

25, a person lives a lifetime, half drunk, half awake and half floating.

26. I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror.

27. From the autumn solstice to the sun, the knife fell and the tears failed to open.

28. You buried the mud under the spring and sold the bones. I sent snow to this world.

29, Dongli wine after dusk, there are dark incense sleeves.

30. On a clear night, solitary candles reflect the blue curtains.

3 1, wordless alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook.

32. Leave the shadow of sad autumn and pay the flag pavilion.

33, thousands of charming faces, Ying Ying stood, speechless with tears, heartbroken and struggling to look back.

34. Bai Yun has a green mountain with Chang 'an in the north.

35, leaning on dangerous buildings, looking at spring sorrow, the sky is dark. Who will rely on silence in the afterglow of grass smoke?

36. It is hard to argue for more than seven years. The past spring scenery has disappeared, but I have no choice but to soak in the bubble. I am full of affection and accompany me to sing until dusk. The morning breeze does not disperse a thousand points, and the rain adds a tear. Who will tell me when I am in love? I am infinitely lonely.

Don't complain if you want to write colorful books. Tears have already filled the book first.

38. The falling flower elements turn red and hurt each other, and the brothel misty rain bears forget each other.

39. When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I have been lovesick for a long time and lovesick for a short time.

40. I didn't understand a word. I flew from Junwanqu to Liang Chen Fei.

4 1, the autumn moon lingers like a knife, always fleeting. I looked at Shuang Yan greedily in front of the one-man cinema. If you want to fold the spring flowers, you must be left behind. Acacia is the most enjoyable at this time.

42. There are few people in a single tree, and when you want to travel far.

43, tears ask flowers silently, see scattered flowers fall all over the ground. Don't walk in the rain at night, looking forward to the dawn of the night.

44. Thousands of miles away, there is nowhere to talk about desolation.

45, Jiangnan Jiangbei sorrow, pay wine snail red.

46, a leaf, a light ring, empty steps fell on Ming.

47. There are crows flying in Liangyuan at dusk, and there are three or two gloomy eyes.

48. Oh, when will the Tatar army be conquered and when will my husband come back from the long battle! .

49. Say goodbye to the mess and never forget to leave. There are deep drinks and shallow drinks. It's better to read books in yan zhen than Penglai in the east.

50, deep candle at the bottom of the well, * * * Lang Changxing Mo Weiqi.

There are no flowers to compete for, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? .

52, this body is mountain soil, still hanging.

53, a few white holiday, make people suspect that Huang Ju is lonely.

54. Send a song to Jun, and don't invite people to get together at the end of the song.

55. I was sad for three thousand miles, and I only thought about it for four or five years.

56. At this time, idleness is not * * *, and the spring is cold before the moon moves.

57, virtual cold, solitary light.

58. What hope do I have in the darkness of our grave? You and I have little confidence in meeting after death.

59. Hirayama interrupted acacia and Zigui cried to the silence.

60. A person walks at the bottom of the pool and counts trees.

6 1, the jungle is like a mountain and clothes are everywhere.

62. The breeze rippled on the grassy coast, through the night, and blew to my still mast.

63, more cold tears, want to rise the tide of smelting city.

64. I regret missing that day. I changed my yellow robe into a purple cassock.

65. The Garden Willow Palace is covered with Huai Soul, and Nagato goes to the West Zhaoyang Hall.

66, where is the old friend, Shan Guo.

67. Poor bones along the river, especially those who dream of spring.

68. Once the sea was difficult for water, it was always amber. Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.

69. You can't have it both ways, and you can't live up to the Tathagata.

70. Marry a rich husband for no reason and live up to Xiangzi's early years.

7 1, heaven and earth are too heartless, why is there no light in the sun and moon?

72. The hermit is in his lonely residence, nursing his thoughts to cleanse his worries.

73, Wan Li in the depression, the vast sea is silent.

74. Tears will never go away, but eyebrows and sadness still gather.

Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will let go of my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.

There are no other neighbors except quiet nights. I live in the same old farmhouse. And the yellow leaves fall in the rain, just like the fate of the white-haired old man under the light. I've been alone for a long time, and I'm ashamed to meet you often. We are predestined poetry friends, not to mention you and my two cousins.

77. Plum shadows are sparse, ice melts, and the east wind is dark for years. Jingu Junyou, Bronze Camel Lane, Sunny and Fine Stepping Sand. Remember to follow the wrong car. I am a butterfly dance, and I have a lot of thoughts. Liu Xia peach, spring scenery gives people. Drinking at night in the West Garden makes people sing. Lanterns hinder the moon, and flying covers hinder the flowers. Lanyuan is not empty, pedestrians are getting old, so it's a pity to start again. The flag of alcohol and tobacco is tilted. But leaning against the building is extremely eye-catching, and when you see a crow. Helpless return to the heart, dark with the water to the end of the world.

78. I live in Junnanhai, Beihai, and I can't thank you for a book sent by Goose. Peach and plum spring breeze, a glass of wine, ten years of night rain. Housekeeping, but with four vertical walls, does not cure diseases. I want to study, my head is white, and apes cry over streams.

79. By the Wang Yue Temple, the willow smoke locks the sorrow of the past and the present.

80, half-dead Wu Tong old sick body, heavy longing for spring and frustrating.

8 1, before me, where were those lost years? Behind me, where are the future generations? . I think of heaven and earth, there is no limit, there is no end, I am alone, tears fell down!

82. In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of moonlight with her evening song.