1. Poem of Autumn Melancholy
The half-moon in Mount Emei is full of autumn, and its shadow is reflected in the water of Pingqiang River.
At night, the clear stream flows towards the Three Gorges. I miss you and go down to Yuzhou without seeing you. ——Li Bai's "Moon Song of Mount Emei" Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang'an.
The autumn cries of Luowei are heard in Jinjinglan, and the frost is desolate and the mat is cold. The solitary lamp cannot understand, and I am distraught. I roll up the curtains and look at the moonlit sky, sighing.
Beauty is like a flower in the clouds! There is the long sky of Qingming above, and the waves of Lu River below. The journey is long and the soul is in pain, but the dream soul cannot reach Guanshan.
Sauvignon Blanc is heart-breaking! ——Li Bai's "Long Acacia. Part 1" You asked about the return date but it was not yet scheduled. The night rain in Bashan swelled the autumn pond. How can I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan?
——Li Shangyin's "Night Rain Sends to the North" The autumn wind is seen in Luoyang City, and the desire to write is full of ideas. I'm afraid that I can't say it all in a hurry, and the travelers are about to open the gate again.
——Zhang Ji's "Autumn Thoughts" There are crows roosting on the white trees in the courtyard, and the cold dew wets the sweet-scented osmanthus silently. Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks out, I wonder whose home Qiu Si is? ——Wang Jian, "Looking at the Moon on the Fifteenth Night and sending it to Du Langzhong" The trees are falling, the wild geese are crossing south, the north wind is blowing and the river is cold.
My home is in Xiangshuiqu, far away from Chuyun. The tears in the countryside are all gone, and the solitary sail can be seen in the sky.
I want to ask questions, but the evening is long on the sea. ——Meng Haoran's "Early Cold River with Pregnancy" The clear and resentful night is full of sorrow and wind and rain.
The lone lamp hears the sound of Chujiao, and the waning moon descends from Zhangtai. The fragrant grass has faded, but the old friend has a future.
You can’t send letters to your hometown, as the wild geese return south again in autumn. ——Wei Zhuang's "Night Thoughts on Zhangtai" The desire for profit drives people away like thousands of oxen, and a sand gull wanders in the rivers and lakes.
The days are as long as the years, and you can only sleep when you are idle, and when things are as big as a mountain, you can rest even if you are drunk. The clothes and pestles look at each other in the deep lane, and the moon is falling in the autumn of my hometown.
If you want to soothe your old eyes, there is no high place, so you can find the Yuanlong Hundred-foot Tower. ——Lu You's "Night Thoughts" The eternal night cannot be passed, and the crickets sing the autumn raindrops.
When I think about Zhangtai in loneliness, I sigh at the clouds and mud. The sound of thunder steals your car, and it still passes my house.
Movies are not yours, but they can still make my eyes clear. How to grow branches is not enough in dreams.
Looking forward to good times but blocked, worrying about the cold grass and green grass. ——Qian Qi's "Li Jingzhao sent to Li Jingzhao after leaving home in the night rain" At that time, I secretly made a promise to each other, and after the banquet, my heart was broken in Lantang.
Carrying silver lanterns, checking bead doors, embroidering quilts in the cold autumn rain. Everyone was crying in front of the pillow, and they were surprised to see the parrot in the jade cage.
A night full of emotions, and the sky is about to dawn. ——Feng Yansi's "Ying Tianchang" There is no fixed distance between ancient and modern rivers and mountains.
Amid the sound of horns being drawn, herding horses come and go frequently. Who can talk about the desolation? The west wind blows the old red maple trees.
In the past, there were countless grievances. The iron horse fights, the road to Qingzhong at dusk.
How deep is love? The sunset in the deep mountains and the deep autumn rain. ——Nalan Xingde's "Butterfly Love Flower" We meet without saying a word, a hibiscus catches the autumn rain.
A little flushed, and the servant girl's heart was raised. When the general calls out, he is afraid of being seen.
If you want to express your love, turn around the corridor and knock on the jade hairpin. ——Nalan Xingde's "Reduced Words Mulan". 2. Poem of Autumn Melancholy
The half-moon in Mount Emei in autumn casts its shadow into the water of Pingqiang River. The clear stream flows towards the Three Gorges at night, and I miss you and go down to Yuzhou without seeing you. ——Li Bai's "Moon Song of Mount Emei"
Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang'an. Luo Wei's autumn cries are in Jinjinglan, and the frost is desolate and the color is cold. The solitary lamp cannot understand, and I am distraught. I roll up the curtains and look at the moonlit sky, sighing. Beauty is like a flower in the clouds! There is the long sky of Qingming above, and the waves of Lu River below. The journey is long and the soul is in pain, but the dream soul cannot reach Guanshan. Sauvignon Blanc is heartbreaking! ——Li Bai's "Long Acacia. Part 1"
When you asked about the return date, the autumn pond was filled with rain at night in Bashan. How can I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan? ——Li Shangyin's "Night Rain Sent to the North"
The autumn wind is seen in Luoyang City, and the writer's calligraphy is full of inspiration. I'm afraid that I can't say it all in a hurry, and the travelers are about to open the gate again. ——Zhang Ji's "Autumn Thoughts"
Crows roost on the white trees in the atrium, and the cold dew wets the sweet-scented osmanthus silently. Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks out, I wonder whose home Qiu Si is? ——Wang Jian's "Looking at the Moon on the Fifteenth Night and Mailing it to Dr. Du"
The trees are falling and the wild geese are heading south, and the north wind is blowing and the river is cold. My home is in Xiangshuiqu, far away from Chuyun. The tears in the countryside are all gone, and the solitary sail can be seen in the sky. I want to ask questions, but the evening is long and peaceful. ——Meng Haoran's "Pregnancy on the Early Cold River"
In the clear and distant night, the wind and rain are mournful. The lonely lamp hears the corner of Chu, and the waning moon descends from Zhangtai. The fragrant grass has faded, but the old friend has a future. You can't send letters to your hometown. In autumn, the wild geese return south. ——Wei Zhuang's "Night Thoughts on Zhangtai"
The desire for profit drives people to the fire, and a gull wanders in the rivers and lakes. The days are as long as the years, and you can only sleep when you are idle; when things are as big as a mountain, you can rest even when you are drunk. The clothes and pestles look at each other in the deep lane, and the moon is falling in the autumn of my hometown. If you want to soothe your old eyes, there is no high place, so you can find Yuanlong's hundred-foot tower. ——Lu You's "Night Thoughts"
The eternal night cannot be passed, and the crickets sing the autumn raindrops. When I think about Zhangtai in loneliness, I sigh at the clouds and mud. The sound of thunder steals your car, and it still passes my house. The movie is not your candle, but it can still make my eyes clear. How to grow branches is not enough in dreams. Looking forward to good times and blocking them, worrying about the cold grass and green grass. ——Qian Qi's "Li Jingzhao sent to Li Jingzhao on the night of separation"
At that time, I secretly made a promise to each other, and after the banquet, my heart was broken in Lantang. Carrying silver lanterns, checking the beaded door, the embroidered quilt is slightly cold, just in time for the autumn rain. Everyone was crying in front of the pillow, and they were surprised to see the parrot in the jade cage. A night full of emotions, and the sky is about to dawn. ——Feng Yansi's "Ying Tianchang"
There is no fixed distance between ancient and modern rivers and mountains. Amid the sound of horns being drawn, horses come and go frequently. Who can talk about the desolation? The west wind blows the old red maple trees. There used to be countless grievances. The iron horse fights, the road to Qingzhong at dusk.
How deep is the love? The sunset in the deep mountains and the deep autumn rain. ——Nalan Xingde's "Butterfly Loves Flowers"
When we meet without saying a word, a hibiscus catches the autumn rain. The little girl is dizzy with redness, and the servant girl's heart is as bright as a phoenix. When the general calls out, he is afraid of being seen. If you want to express your feelings, you turn around the corridor and knock on the jade hairpin. ——Nalan Xingde's "Reduced Words Magnolia" 3. Ancient poems describing autumn melancholy
1. The spring grass will be green next year, will the kings and grandchildren return? ——Wang Wei's "Farewell"
2. A glass of wine brings sadness and sadness. ——Li Baiyao's "Farewell"
3. It is really difficult to be apart, but not as good as to meet again. ——Yan Jidao's "Sheng Cha Zi"
4. The thoughts of wandering children in the floating clouds, the love of old friends in the setting sun. ——Li Bai's "Farewell to a Friend"
5. Li Qing was blown by the flute through chaotic Shandong. ——Wang Anshi's "On the River"
6. The recent hardships are due to the many separations. ——Wang Zhihuan's "Farewell"
7. Where the world is sad, there is a farewell pavilion. ——Li Bai's "Lao Lao Pavilion"
8. I got off my horse to drink your wine and asked you where you were. ——Wang Wei's "Farewell"
9. The old gate is in ruins, and it is sad to say farewell. ——Lu Lun's "Farewell to Li Duan"
10. When your heart breaks, don't look back when you are ready to go. ——Bai Juyi's "Farewell to Nanpu"
11. Farewell to Nanpu is desolate, the west wind curls up in autumn. ——Bai Juyi's "Farewell to Nanpu"
12. There is no place for lovesickness, and the singing of birds is mixed with the night wind. ——Yin Shi's "Farewell to Chang Shi of the Song Dynasty"
13. No matter where you go or where you live, it's all the same. ——Yin Shi's "Farewell to the Changshi of the Song Dynasty"
14. The people in the past have disappeared, but today the water is still cold. ——Wang Luo Bin, "Farewell to Yishui"
15. Still pity the water of my hometown, I will see you off after thousands of miles. ——Li Bai's "Farewell at the Jingmen Gate"
16. The yellow leaves fall in the wilderness, leaving the old gate in a grand way. ——Wen Tingyun's "Send Off People to Journey to the East"
17. On the autumn moonlit night in Jinting, no one can cry and leave the crowd. ——Wang Bo's "Farewell at Night and Moon in Jiangting"
18. The candle bids farewell with intention and sheds tears for others until dawn. ——Du Mu's "Farewell"
19. Once we break up, we care about each other silently. ——Lu Zhaolin's "Sending Two Brothers to Shu"
20. Farewell to Qiu Hong, only to meet again by chance. ——Li Yi's "Fu De Zaoyan Says Farewell" 4. Poems about Autumn Sorrow
1. There is no way that the body is always idle, and the lonely lamp writes about the sorrow every night. ——Lu You's "Autumn Xing"
2. Worry arises in the dusk, and happiness comes in the autumn. ——Meng Haoran
3. Passion has hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing to neglect the Qingqiu Festival. ——Liu Yong's "Yulin Bell"
4. If you want to know about the autumn mood, no one knows it, so you murmur with your hands behind your back and knock on the east fence. ——Lin Daiyu
5. Silently, I went up to the west building alone, the moon was like a hook. The lonely Wutong deep courtyard locks Qingqiu. ——Li Yu's poem "Happy Meeting"
6. The paper is full of self-pity and resentment, but who can explain the autumn heart in a few words. ——Lin Daiyu
7. Sanxiang is worried about the autumn colors on the temples, and faces the bright moon when returning from thousands of miles away. ——Lulun
8. Where is the country gate at dusk? The misty waves on the river make people sad. ——Cui Hao's "Yellow Crane Tower"
9. The cicadas sing in the west, and the guests in the south are thinking deeply. Unbearable to see the shadow on the temples, I came to sing to Bai Tou. It is difficult to fly in due to heavy dew, and it is easy to sink due to the strong wind. No one believes in Gao Jie, who can express his sincerity? ——Wang Luo Bin, "Song of Cicada in Prison"
10. The moon is setting, the crows are crying, the sky is full of frost, and the river wind, fishing fire, and sleep are facing me. ——Zhang Ji's "Night Mooring on Maple Bridge"
11. Sitting high in the Mingyue Tower and leaning alone, the wine filled my heart with sadness, turning into tears of lovesickness. ——Fan Zhongyan
12. The sad autumn of thousands of miles is often a guest, and the one who has been sick for a hundred years appears on the stage alone. ——Du Fu
13. Autumn grass, autumn frost, cold autumn wind, autumn wild geese, autumn sound and frequent autumn rain. An autumn maple leaf knows the meaning of autumn, and resents autumn and pities autumn as the heart of autumn. ——Anonymous
14. In the morning mirror, the clouds on the temples have changed, but when you sing at night, you should feel the cold moonlight.
——Li Shangyin's "Untitled" 5. Poems about Autumn Sorrow
Write about the length of sorrow: White hair is three thousand feet long, and the sorrow is as long as a man.
Write about the weight of sorrow: I am only afraid of two streams. The grasshopper boat can't carry it, full of sorrow.
Write about the abundance of sorrow: when spring is gone, thousands of red spots are as sad as the sea.
Write about the depth of sorrow: the sea water plunges thousands of miles deep, Who doesn’t say that this sorrow is ancient.
The constant cutting and confusion are the sorrow of divorce. Don’t have the ordinary feeling in the heart. (Li Yu)
The mist is thick and the clouds are sorrowful forever. Rui Nao Xiaojin Beast.
How much sorrow can you have?
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Don’t worry about selling wine, you will have money in your pocket.
Don’t worry and hate, silence is better than sound at this time.
It’s always the floating clouds that can The sun is blocked, and the absence of Chang'an makes people sad.
It makes people dream about thousands of miles, but it is ruthless.
The flowers drift by themselves and the water flows by themselves. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow.
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Whose flute can play the heavy sorrow?
Where you stare, from now on, there is a new sorrow.
The bonus fades easily like Nong’s wish, and the infinite water flow is like Nong’s sorrow.
What is the sorrow in life? If I can avoid it, there will be no limit to my love if I am alone!
Raise a glass to relieve your sorrow.
When will the green poplar grass stop? The tearful eyes and sorrowful bowels have already broken.
In the past, I was sick and tired of the fragrant bottle, but today I am afraid that the fragrant bottle will be shallow.
I rest and lean alone high in the Mingyue Tower, and the wine enters the sad heart, turning into tears of lovesickness.
Tonight every year, the moon shines like a train, and we are thousands of miles long.
I am so sad that I can’t get drunk. Before the wine arrives, I shed tears first.
The sorrow of separation gradually becomes endless, and the distance is endless like spring water.
How many leisure sorrows are there?
The clothes and belts are getting wider and wider, but they are not destroyed, and people are haggard because of the beauty.
Where you stare, from now on, there is a new sorrow.
Dreams are hard to come true. , It is difficult to calm down the hatred. People don’t like to hear the sorrow of others. The empty steps drip into the sky.
The east wind is evil, the joy is thin, and I am full of melancholy. I have been away for a few years. Wrong, wrong, wrong.
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It is already dusk and I am sad alone, even more windy and rainy.
I am not afraid of the silver steel in the beautiful house, I am only worried about the wind breaking the clear clothes.
Idle sorrow is the most painful , Don't go and lean on the dangerous fence, the setting sun is setting, and the willows are broken by the smoke.
It is he who brings sorrow in spring. Where does spring return, but he does not understand that it will bring sorrow away.
Calculate It's hard to cut off thousands of strands of sorrow with a sword in the air.
The melancholy two mandarin ducks are not there, and the moss rises on the quiet steps overnight.
A piece of spring sorrow is waiting for the wine to be poured, the boat is rocking on the river, and the curtain is upstairs Recruitment.
The spring day turns into a sad day and rain, and I think about the romantic past, which makes me sad.
Recalling the past, a little spring breeze, the wind separated the curtain, and the eyebrows were sad.
< p> The river will be full of sorrow, and the vast sky will be as far as the sky.The sorrow sings, the blue falls and the yellow spring, who can find the two places.
Where can sorrow be combined? Falling away from people's hearts comes to autumn.
Even if you are alone in desolation, you still feel relieved, and you can control the sadness of separation.
The singing of birds frightens the soul, flying flowers splash tears, and the sorrow of mountains and rivers is locked in the depth of spring. 6. Ancient poems describing autumn sorrow
"Autumn Evening" by Dou Gong of the Tang Dynasty
In the middle of the night, people are awake after drinking, and the lotus leaves in the pond are moving in the autumn wind.
"Looking at the Moon on the Fifteenth Night and Mailing it to Dr. Du" by Wang Jian of the Tang Dynasty
Crows roost on the white trees in the courtyard, and the cold dew wets the sweet-scented osmanthus silently. Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks around, I wonder whose home Qiu Si is.
"Su Mu Zhe" by Fan Zhongyan of the Song Dynasty
The blue sky, the yellow leaves on the ground, the autumn colors are rolling, and the cold smoke is green on the waves.
"Books on the Pavilion Wall on the River" by Kou Zhun of the Song Dynasty
Xiao Xiao is far away from the trees in the forest, half of the autumn mountains are covered with the setting sun.
"Writing a Hope in the Guest Room at the Gushan Temple" by Song Linsu
Sometimes a solitary bird flies in the autumn scenery, and cold smoke rises from the sunset without incident.
"Hearing the Magpie's Joy· Watching the Waves at Wushan Mountain" Song Zhoumi
The sky and water are blue, dyed with the autumn colors of the river.
"Qing Ping Le" Zhang Yan of the Song Dynasty
There is only one Wuye, but I don’t know how many autumn sounds there are.
"Two Poems from Dreaming of Climbing High Mountains" by Yuan Sadouchi
The sound of springs in thousands of valleys is outside the pines, and several rows of autumn colors are coming from the wild geese.
"Nine Miscellaneous Odes of Crossing Gaoyou Sheyang Lake" by Yuan Sadouchi
The autumn wind blows white waves, and the autumn rain beats the lotuses. Thirty miles away from Pinghu, passers-by feel the abundance of autumn.
7. Poems about melancholy
How much sorrow can there be? A river of tobacco, the wind in the city, and yellow plums in the rain. (He Zhizhang)
Asking you how much sorrow you can have, it’s like A river of spring water is like flowing eastward. (Li Yu)
Constant cutting and confusion are the sorrow of separation. The separation is a feeling in the heart. (Li Yu)
Rouge tears, stay together Drunk, how long does it last? Naturally, life grows and hate flows eastward. (Li Yu)
Leaving hatred is just like grass in spring. It will come back to life when we travel farther. (Li Yu)
A place of lovesickness, Two places are free to worry, only the eyebrows are raised, but the heart is full (Li Qingzhao)
It is autumn, so let’s read some sad autumn poems.
Since ancient times, passion has hurt parting, and it is even more embarrassing to be left out in the cold. Qingqiu Festival. Where can I get sober tonight? The dawn wind and the waning moon on the banks of the willows. (Liu Yong)
The sad autumn of thousands of miles is often a guest, and the one who has been sick for a hundred years appears alone. (Du Fu)
Tonight, everyone looks at the bright moon, and I don’t know who is missing in autumn thoughts. . (Wang Jian) ??
The autumn wind is bleak and the weather is cool, and the grass and trees are shaking and turning into frost. (Cao Pi)