The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.
Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark?
Autumn wind and autumn rain are worrying!
Three glasses of light wine, how can you beat him? It's too late in the wind. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Teenagers don't know what it's like to worry, because they want to worry about new words.
It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried.
Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.
I would have compared my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon clears the canal.
Silently alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook, and the solitary phoenix tree locks the autumn in the deep courtyard.
When you debut, you can say your real name, but you can't fight for a thousand years.
In the spring breeze, this proud horse runs at the speed of two beats. I visited all the sights of Chang 'an gracefully in one day.
Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju.
The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
Lonely boudoir, full of sorrow, I cherish spring, I urge the rain.
Only when you are weak can you know that flowers are more colorful, but when you are sad, you can get jade without trace.
Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.
But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows.
Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily.
Looking forward to the return of spring, the return of spring is even more melancholy.
When my boat was sailing in the fog, the sun faded and old memories began.
A hundred years of sadness makes you feel drunk.
This time, what a sad sentence.
How much sadness can you have? It's just a river flowing eastward.
On a frosty night, Jiang Feng's fisherman is worried about sleeping.
Love hates flowers without words, and sorrow knows that wine has the right.
To hide my face, I am lonely and clean. Zhangyan's thin shadow and plum shadow
The trees in Li Jiang are far away, and the smoke rises at dusk. Fan Yun's Cixin Pavilion in Lingling County
What bothers me is dreaming through the curtains, and half the bed is full of flowers and moons. Nalan Xingde's Qing Ping Gu Le Hua Pian Ye
Lacquer swallow oriole boasts a healthy tongue and a light willow flower and elm pod. Wang Yucheng's Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival
The wind destroys the cold brown ring, and the moon is sad when it enters the frost. Li Bai's Loneliness
Staring at the distance alone. Xie Yi's Butterfly Lovers and Cardamom.
I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
Ruthless people understand the sufferings of affectionate people, and the melancholy of one inch of acacia has become thousands of strands.
How many lovesickness one-night stands are there? The ends of the earth are not long.
Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.
There is a pulse between water and water, and the pulse is unspeakable.
No one would believe that there would be a sad life in the world if it were not for the bitterness of grief at this moment.
I am bent on leaving home and worried to death.
There is no way to eliminate this situation. Just frown, but straight into my heart.
Who can complain about loneliness? Foreword is always faint.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
Looking back at the feeling of your love makes my tears grow longer and longer.
My concubine is like Xu Shan in my eyes, and Lang is like a stone Buddha in my eyes.
Away from hate, like spring grass, you are still alive as you go further and further.
He is infatuated with love, and there is no place in the world where he misses it.
I missed plum blossoms all night, but suddenly I went to the window and suspected it was you.
Thinking of you is like a candle, frying your heart and containing your tears.
You have to send colorful stationery and rulers to know where the mountains are long and where the water is wide.
The feeling that the swan goose is in the clouds and the fish is in the water is hard to come out.
You were born before I was born, and I was old when I was born.
Poor bones by the river, I am still a dream girl.
When can we meet in harmony when the moon is in the sky, if the dust on the road is raised and the cement is muddy?
Love hurts and leaves since ancient times. What's more, it is a cold autumn festival.
Return your double beads, my eyes are full of tears, and I regret not meeting you before I got married.
As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron?
People enter the river like the wind, and love enters the river and rain.
I miss you twice all day, and I am exhausted for you.
I miss Bian Hong alone and whisper softly. Wang's Sweeping Flowers in Autumn
The sand trees by the water are sparse, full of sadness and the ringing of bells. Wei's "Send Uncle Xiang to Shaji Road"
It was late, silent and lonely, sleeping with Tan Yun's bun on his pillow. Sun Guangxian's Flowers Bloom
When a person is sitting and preparing, he doesn't want to see his eyes quickly. Dai Fugu's "Water Tune Song Title Li Jiyun Assistant Minister E"
Phoenix is cold, and the pillow is lonely. Yan Dao Ji's "Ruan Lang's old powder is as good as ever"
Watching the stars by the river alone makes it difficult to weave Tencel at night. Wang Jian's Qixi song
Although I want to appoint a bird, I am hesitant. I'm alone, and it's getting more and more frequent. Wang Zhaojun's "Complaints"
Jade dew, golden wind, autumn, wearing a needle upstairs alone. De Rong's Two Tanabata Songs One
White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard.
Overlooking the Yokooka River, far away in front of Wan Li Sorrow Hall.
It's not that spring prefers wine, only by getting wine can spring's worries be dispelled.
The wind blows the sky and waves attract you. Just smile and don't worry.
The sharp mountain by the sea is like a sword, and Qiu Lai cuts his heart everywhere.
When I get older, I gradually realize that the tense is thin, and I only hope that the glass is deep when I am troubled.
When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
This time, what a sad sentence!
The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
Banana hearts don't show lilac's frustration, but they are also sad about the spring breeze.
It's hard to shake off sadness.
Worried about hurting Cui Dai's eyebrows, Hua is alone every day.
Complete collection of poems describing mood
On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine.
Another temple is not born, but it looks like the hair in the city.
The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
Look at Linchuan, you can't swim in the water.
But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows.
When you debut, you can say your real name, but you can't fight for a thousand years.
In the spring breeze, this proud horse runs at the speed of two beats. I visited all the sights of Chang 'an gracefully in one day.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
Gao Che Li Fu is the capital, and you are brilliant, and you are haggard.
The grass by the river has withered stems and leaves. That would be great. There is no cold wave every night.
Open the door on the river, open the door on the grass. I only worry about my children, but I don't feel old.
Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention.
Year after year, she sewed gold thread for other girls in the bridal gown.
Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju.
Where were those lost times before me? 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.
Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing!
People standing high on the stone bridge seem to be on earth, staring at the sky, but seeing a star like a moon.
Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily.
When people come to trouble, they don't meet, and they are always sad when they are not in love.
There is nothing to be disappointed about in the world, but an old trip to Hengtang, Mo Wen.
The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs.
Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with buildings, so they are worried about adding new words.
Ten people have nine dirty eyes, but none of them is a scholar.
Tao Tao loved it.
The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward.
I am a melancholy guest in the world, I know what you are crying about, and I remember my life in a heartbreaking voice.
Looking around, lonely and sad.
Facing the political situation, I trembled all over, like walking on thin ice in the face of a deep abyss.
There are few bosom friends, and no one listens to the broken string.
Holding hands and staring at tears, I was speechless.
The wine and meat in Zhumen stink, and the road has frozen bones. Prosperity and decline are very different, melancholy and indescribable.
Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.
Poems describing bad moods A complete collection of ancient poems and sentences describing lost moods.
A piece of spring sorrow, gradually blowing, like a spring cloud. The mist is thick and the clouds are thick, and the days are sad. Kapoor is among the birds in the incense burner.
I'm afraid the grasshopper boat in Shuangxi can't bear much worry.
Mulberry leaves wither in spring, and there is a thick green on my eyebrows. I am very sad.
Wine can't last long, and sorrow and hate can't be saved.
The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
Three cups of everything, one drunk to solve a thousand worries.
Alone upstairs, outside the castle peak building. Cheng Gai's "Bufu on the Single Building"
Leaning on the railing by the pool, watching the fighting ducks, the Hosta on his head hangs obliquely. Feng Yansi's The Wind Blows the Golden Gate
Poets should know me if they have spirit. Tyrants have no masters, but pity you. Wen passed Chen Lin's tomb.
I can't remember my face after such a long separation. Liu Changqing's Happy Li Han Since Leaping.
Thousands of days are mixed into one color, look at the lonely blue-green flash. Zhu Dunru's "Good Things Shake the First Red Dust"
Lonely at night, I can't help but think of Chang 'an. How can I sleep when I hear the bells on the shore? Wei zai's sunset
Peel it off as the best wine, and laugh and dump Li Sao. Wang Yucheng's Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival
The back hill of Hanyang City, the sound of horns; By the river, you can stay alone at night. Liu Changqing's "From Xiakou to Yingwuzhou Wang Xi Crossing the Ocean"
The crane circled into the island in the distance, and the cicada continued to moan and fly to another branch. Fang Gan "traveled abroad and lived in Haojialinge"
It glided on the sand and snow, whining alone. It stopped to look at the east, looked at it and found itself lost. Wei's Huma
Alone in a sense of loss, I returned to my hometown with a staff member. The road was bumpy and in shock. Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden in the Fifth Place"
Go straight to your husband! Can the bridge be saved if it is in danger? The maple leaves in the distant mountains are pale outside, and the broken houses are beside the lonely wheat. Cold food on Yang Wanli's tomb
As a result, the capital was fascinated by the shore grass and looked at the Changhuai River, still circling the lonely city. Ye Mengde's Works of Bagong Mountain in Shouyang Building, Klang, Ganzhou
In the dream of the remnant lamp sleeping alone, the light wave is more windy. Xu Changtu's "Linjiang Leisure Singing and Drinking from the West Pavilion"
A withered young man is a withered young man. I am still living alone at the age of seventy. Li Bai's Fly to the Phoenix
Occasionally, being a little red peach apricot is elegant and elegant, and I am still lonely and thin. Su Shi's Youth Tour Singing Hongmei
Finally, I can't see it alone, but I know it with tears in my eyes. Li Bai's Loneliness
It nests in pearl poplars, snoops and asks about green birds. Zhang Jiuling's Flying from the Sea and Feeling a Lonely Swan
Talk to the teacher, the river has been shrouded in dusk, I want to walk alone in the cold mountain clouds. Li Bai's Pursuit of Harmony and Respect for Teachers in Seclusion
Bow your head and sigh alone. No one knows this sigh. Bai Juyi's "Buying Flowers"
I want to wear a ring and come back at night to become this flower. Jiang kui's thin shadow, moss and branches make up jade
It's quieter to sleep alone, just worry about it. Nalan Xingde's "The Wind of Golden Gate"
Go downstairs alone and complain downstairs. Cheng Gai's "Bufu on the Single Building"
The Ming Dynasty was a lonely ship, and I was worried about seeing the wine curtain in He Qiao. Dou Shu reminisced with his cousin on a summer night.
Mix Yu Weiwen shut off Li Qingzhao's "Dead Hua Lian is full of tears and powder"
I miss Bian Hong alone and whisper softly. Wang's Sweeping Flowers in Autumn
Plum blossom is a kind of lonely fragrance, which makes lovers sad, but I like abnormal thin loss for you? Cao Zu's Mo Shan Xi Mei
If you are lonely and afraid of yellow flowers, you will laugh at people. Liu Kezhuang's Nine Days of He Xinlang
How to comfort yourself? It depends on this north window piano. Bai Juyi's Rain and Rain
Ink painting sparse window, lonely shadow light xiaoxiang. Magnolia grandiflora from Nalanxingde was sent to Fen Liang southbound in the early autumn rain.
A thatched cottage with a bamboo fence in the sun, an isolated village with weak smoke and grass. Bai Pu's Sand Cleaning and Winter
The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
Looking around, cold and desolate, sad and sad.
Indus is rainy, at dusk, dribs and drabs. This time, what a sad sentence!
I wanted him to get her husband back early, but he asked me to go to Qingyun.
Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.
Drunk enough to shoot the spring shirt and cherish the old fragrance, the day will stay annoying. On the road, the annual autumn grass pushes Chinese and Japanese architecture to the sunset. Clouds are boundless, water is boundless, and the road to recruiting people is long. Acacia words are not censored, so why bother to write them on letters? It takes a thousand lines of tears.
There are many words, but there are still feelings. Looking back, I said: I remember my blue silk clothes and pity the grass everywhere.
It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried.
Silently alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook, and the solitary phoenix tree locks the autumn in the deep courtyard.
I made a thousand wishes before my pillow, wanting to rest and wait for the green hills to rot.
The boat with only two streams is empty and can't carry much worry.
I would have compared my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon clears the canal.
Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.
I don't remember when I got drunk, so it was easy to get together and leave. Half-moon window doesn't sleep much, and painting screen is idle. It's always sad to see wine stains on clothes and words in poems. Red candle has no good plans, feels sorry for itself, but cries for others on a cold night.
Wan Li Yinshan Wan Li Sand, who beat the frost on the temples. Over the years, half of them are at the end of the world.
Teenagers don't know what it's like to worry, because they want to worry about new words.
Yangzhou's ten years, like a dream, wake up, but in the brothel women this is a fickle reputation.
Facing the political situation, I trembled all over, like walking on thin ice in the face of a deep abyss.
I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
How many lines go home? Where are you going alone? . Cui rabbit's lonely goose
After listening to Li's eulogy yesterday, I went upstairs alone. Wang Shizhen Deng Taibai Lou
Lonely boat night, far from Wan Li's heart. Quan Deyu's "Walking on the Moon River"
Spring sticks to autumn grass, and chickens crow in the west pool. Li Bai's Loneliness
Every holiday season, I miss my parents, and the peaches and plums smile, and the Noda wilderness is only sad.
Loneliness and sadness, but also self-dispatch, self-control sadness.
I'm afraid the grasshopper boat in Shuangxi can't bear much worry.
Where to synthesize sadness? Leave people's hearts to autumn.
There are many disappointments in life, the moon is not always round, and spring is easy to get old.
When you are sad, you will find blue sky and yellow land.
But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows.
Facing the political situation, I trembled all over, like walking on thin ice in the face of a deep abyss.
I can't listen to endless worries, and the high autumn moon shines on the Great Wall.
Worry is exhausted, there is no reason to get drunk, and wine comes before tears.
In a high-color building, someone is sad upstairs.
The wind and rain are close at hand and it is impossible to climb.
The setting sun swims around the five lakes, and smoke and waves are everywhere.
People say that willow leaves are like frowning, more like willow silk sadness.
Under the steps of moss mangroves, the moon is sad in the rain.
Only when you are weak can you know that flowers are more colorful, but when you are sad, you can get jade without trace.
But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows.
Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears.
Poetry describing mood
1, no words care for each other, only a thousand lines of tears. 2, wine into the intestine, into acacia tears.
3, the number of bitter peaks, yellow rain in Shang Lue.
4, building a house in terms of human feelings, there are no horses and chariots.
I will think of you in the clouds, so think of me in the sunset.
If you don't come back in your prime, it's hard to get up in the morning.
7. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back.
8. Nothing is difficult in the world, if you put your mind to it.
9. After staying in a cage for a long time, I returned to nature.
10, single-minded, afraid I don't know.
1 1, white hair, three thousands of feet, long sorrow.
12, write * * * for viewing and doubt analysis.
13, where is hometown, unless you are drunk.
14. It's cool in summer, lying in the shade.
15. At that time, the bright moon was there and had returned like a colorful cloud.
16, under the east fence of chrysanthemum picking, leisurely see Nanshan.
17, where is sadness synthesized? Leave people's hearts to autumn.
18, lonely and desolate, starting from scratch.
19, holding hands and looking at each other with tears, I was speechless.
20. Wood is thriving and spring is blooming.
2 1, a curtain of autumn rain, maple leaves all over the city, lonely pillow sleepless!
22. Who knows that in this life, my heart is in Tianshan and I am always in Cangzhou.
23. Microwave hates the sea, and the bright moon is heartless.
24. The belt is getting wider and wider. It's worth getting tired for my coquetry.
25. The willow green is drooping and the flowers are long and sultry.
26, the spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease, and you can see Chang' an flowers in one day.
27. I was bent on the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch!
28. If life is just like the first time, what is the autumn wind painting fan?
29. Spring breeze and green Jiang Nanan, when the moon shines on me.
30, tearful eyes ask flowers silently, red flies over the swing.
3 1 But since the water is still flowing, let's raise our glasses to drown our sorrows, even though we use swords.
I will compare my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon illuminates the canal.
33. Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and say new words.
34, Yokooka overlooking the river, far away from Wan Li sorrow hall.
35, the world is turbid, I am alone, everyone is drunk, I wake up alone.
36. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
37. The mountain by the sea is like a sword, and Qiu Lai cuts his heart everywhere.
38, transit to Qian Fan is not, Xiehui is full of water.
39. Looking back suddenly, the man was there, dimly lit.
40, the teacher is a real name, who is better than a thousand years.
4 1, the wind blows the sky and waves, just smile, don't worry.
42, the heart of the abdomen is awesome, and the sorrow of the lips and teeth is still treatable.
43. There is no flame in the residual lamp. I heard that you have landed in Jiujiang this evening.
44. The cycle of change has become a thing of the past, and the dignity of this mountain still commands the cold river.
45. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
46, the festival is sunny and the peaches and plums laugh, and the Noda wasteland is only sad.
47. If two kinds of feelings last for a long time, sooner or later.
48, but how unfortunate the poet is, he will fall in the middle.
49. In the evening, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the Xiao Xuan window was dressing up.
50, once the sea is difficult for water, amber forever.
5 1, clothes are getting wider and wider, and people will never regret it, because they are haggard!
52, looking for, cold and clear, miserable.
53. This situation cannot be eliminated. You can only frown but mind.
54, Mo Tao does not forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, people are thinner than yellow flowers.
55, this situation can not be eliminated, can only frown at my heart!
56. The small building was easterly again last night, so the old country could not bear to look back on the bright future.
57. If you want to talk to Yao Qin, you have few intimate friends. Who will listen to a broken string?
58. How many worries you can have is like a river flowing eastward.
59. Hua Lin thanked Chunhong for being in such a hurry. There was no choice but to have a cold rain, and the wind came late.
60. Looking back at the bleak land, rain or shine. .
6 1, the threshold chrysanthemum is blue with tears, the curtain is light and cold, and the swallows fly away.
62. People move to the east and west, walking too fast and falling out of love.
63. I often go, Yangliu is Yiyi; The road is muddy and difficult to walk, and people are thirsty and hungry.
64. There is nothing to say when going to the West Building, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks the clear autumn.
65, cutting constantly, the reason is still chaotic, it is parting. Don't have a taste in my heart.
66, endless acacia blood and tears throw red beans, spring flowers can not finish.
67, rouge tears, leaving people drunk, when heavy, natural people grow up to hate water.
68. Lonely boudoir, gentle heart and sadness. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.
69. Looking at Gaodong in the dusk, what is the desire to migrate? Trees are all autumn colors, and mountains are only sparkling.
70, the heart has no material desires, that is, the autumn sky and the sea; Sitting with a piano book, you will become a stone house Dan Qiu.
7 1, the line at the foot of my bed is so bright, can there be frost already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
72. The north wind blows goose feathers and heavy snow one after another. A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?
73. I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
74. The crowd searched for him for thousands of Baidu, and suddenly looking back, the man was there, and the lights were dim.
75. Now that I know how I feel, I want to say it. I want to say I'd better have a rest, but I said it's cold and autumn.
76. A cold leaf, accompanied by autumn wind, fell into the pool, rippling slightly, and returned to calm.
77. Everything is wrong, look up and look down. Raise your eyes, lower your eyebrows, and point to the silent tears.
78. What's it like to twist the autumn heart into ashes? What's it like to lie down and watch the piano score, but for whom?
79. The wind has lived in the dust and fragrant flowers, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
80, but the breeze on the river, the bright moon in the mountains, the sound of the ears, the eyes meet.