Passionate as fire
In my mind, it's either light or death.
There is only a vague shadow left.
Now I can only
Tell with years
That distant era
Sad youth
Think quietly
Listen softly.
I can't find it.
Those proud years
beautiful youth
once
I walked by like that.
accidentally
Lost youth
Looking back suddenly after many years.
I can only stay away
Feel its beauty
Bear its wounds silently.
2. Who knows that poem about sadness is like a dream, always remembering the sunset in Xiting, intoxicated and not knowing the way home.
Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng. How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu.
It's like a dream. Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so a deep sleep didn't consume wine. Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there.
Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin, with a touch of red lips as a lonely boudoir, and an inch of sorrow touches the heart.
Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain. Leaning against the post is just not in the mood! Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken.
Click on crimson lips, swing, get up and adjust slender hands. Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe.
Seeing someone coming, socks shoveled away Jin Chai and left in shame. Looking back at the door, Wen Qingmei.
Don't make a cup of deep amber in Huanxisha, it will melt before you get drunk, and the evening wind will come. The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, the cold golden bun is loose, and the time and space are red to candlelight.
The idle window of Huanxi Shayuan is deep in spring, the heavy curtain is not heavy, and the leaning against the building can't match the lyre. The distant mountains urge dusk, and the breeze blows the rain and hits the shadow lightly. Pear blossoms are hard to thank.
Huanxisha is cold in spring, the jade stove is full of hookah, and the dream comes back to the mountain pillow to hide flowers. Swallows haven't come yet, so we are playing games on the grass. The willows are falling, and the plum blossoms are dying. In the evening drizzle, the swing in the garden will not swing.
Shaji in Huanxi hurts spring, and the wind falls on the courtyard at the beginning and evening of May, and the clouds are thin under the moon. Jade ducks smoke brains, Zhu Ying covers tassels, and rhinoceros also relieves cold. On the embroidered curtain of Huanxisha, the lotus flower smiled and leaned against the fragrant cheeks of Baoya, and its eyes were guessed.
On the one hand, it is full of charm, on the other hand, it is charming and hateful, giving you a deep affection. Complaining that it was too late to remove makeup, plum calyx got stuck in the branch.
When you wake up from alcohol, you will sleep in spring and your dreams will never return. People are quiet, the moon is whispering, and the green curtain is hanging.
It takes more time to remove the residual core, burn more incense and get more time. Bodhisattva's voice is broken, and the snow is behind and the smoke is straight.
The phoenix at the bottom of the candle is bright, and the hairpin phoenix wins the lamp. The sound of the trumpet urges the morning light to drain, and the morning light belongs to the cow.
Flowers are ugly in spring, and the west wind keeps the old cold. Bodhisattva's wind is very soft, but it's still early spring, and at first glance it's a good mood.
I feel slightly cold when I sleep, and plum blossoms are on my temples. Where is my hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk.
Burning when lying in water, the fragrance will not disappear. Good things are close to the wind, flowers fall deep, and there is red snow outside the curtain.
I remember for a long time that after begonia blooms, it is the season of hurting spring. The wine column sings jade and honors the sky, and the blue cylinder is dark and bright.
The soul dream is unbearable, miserable, and even more screaming. In the snow of Qingpingle every year, plum blossoms are often drunk, so they are all removed, and it is impossible to win tears all over the clothes! I lived in a remote place when the plum blossoms were in bloom this year, and my ears were short and thin.
Look at the plum blossom blown by the night wind, and it is probably hard to see its gorgeous. Recalling Qin E's lofty position, the chaotic mountains and Ye Ping are thin and smoky.
The smoke is thin, the crow returns, and the horns are heard at dusk. The fragrance breaks off the evil feelings, and the west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall.
When the phoenix tree falls, it is still crisp and lonely in autumn. Who planted banana trees in front of the window where mulberry seeds were picked? Yin fills the atrium; Yin fills the heart and leaves warm the heart.
Sad pillow night rain, a little light rain; A little rain, worried about the loss of northerners, not used to listening! Spread the happy sand, rub the gold and cut into layers of jasper leaves. The spirit of grace, such as Yan Fu, is too bright.
Plum blossoms are heavy and vulgar, and cloves are bitter and rough. Smoked a thousand miles of dreams, but ruthless.
Spread out the Huanxi sand, get sick, have a noise in the sideburns, and lie down and watch the window screen break the moon. Boil cardamom into boiling soup, and you don't have to eat it in the spirit of tea.
Poetry and books on the pillow are idle, and the scenery in front of the door is good. I borrow more from people all day and spend more time with osmanthus. Wuling spring breeze has exhausted the fragrance of dust, and I am tired of combing my hair at night.
Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first. 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. Drunken flowers, thick clouds and fog, eternal sorrow, refreshing mind, golden beasts disappear.
Double Ninth Festival, lying in bed, in the middle of the night, the cold on my body has just been soaked. 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. In the southern song, the stars turn and the curtain on earth hangs.
Liangsheng's pillow was covered with tears. He took off his clothes and asked, What is night? The emerald lotus is small, and the golden lotus root leaves are thin. Old weather and old clothes, only feel different, hometown! Complain about the boundless wind on the Sun Lake, the autumn dusk, and the red fragrance.
Water, mountains and mountains are close to each other, inexhaustible, and infinite. Lotus seeds become old lotus leaves, green dew washing, apple flowers and plants.
The heron sleeping in Sha Ou didn't look back. It seemed annoying, but people came back early. Partridges rustling and locking windows are cold, and phoenix trees must hate frost at night.
Wine column prefers bitter tea, and dreams are broken. Autumn has passed, the days are still long, and Zhong Xuanhuai is even more desolate.
It's better to get drunk than to stay at a respectful distance from others. Don't be negative. The partridge is dark, the corpus luteum is soft, the affection is far away, and only the fragrance is left. Why light dark red? It's a first-class flower Plum envy, chrysanthemum should be ashamed, draw a column mid-autumn festival crown. Poets can be ruthless, but why didn't they receive it in those years? Jade Pagoda Red Plum Crisp Would You Like to Break Qiongya and Explore the South Branch? I don't know how long I have borrowed it, but I see it is infinite.
The Taoist priest is haggard, bored and unhappy at the bottom of the spring window. If you want to look down on it, come and rest. It may not be that there was no wind in the Ming Dynasty.
When Xiaoshan Spring arrived in Nagato, the spring grass was green, and some red plums were broken, but they were not blooming evenly. Take out the buttered tea in the cage, and the broken jade is crystal clear. I want to keep the morning dream, take a sip and surprise a cup of spring.
Many doors are set off one by one, and the sparse curtains penetrate the faint shadows. What a beautiful night. For the third time in two years, I am worthy. Come back and say that I want to have a good taste of the warm spring.
Linjiang Fairy Garden is deep, the fog pavilion often covers the cloud window, the plum calyx at the willow tip is gradually bright, and the spring returns to Liling Tree, making people old and healthy. I have a lot of feelings about the moon and singing about the wind. Now that I am old, I have accomplished nothing. Who is more miserable and haggard? I'm bored trying on the lamp, and I'm not in the mood to walk through the snow.
Linjiang Xianmeiyuan is a little deep, and the cloud window and fog pavilion spring festival evening is a gaunt injury for everyone. Just dream at night. It should be Nanzhi.
Jade thin sandalwood light infinite hate, south building Qiang tube Hugh blowing. Who knows that the fragrance is blown out and the warm wind comes late, so don't let the apricot flowers get fat.
Butterfly lovers is warm, sunny and windy, full of plum blossoms and full of spring. Who is in love with wine and poetry? Tears melt the powder and flowers are heavy.
At first, I tried to sew a shirt with gold thread. The pillow was inclined, which damaged the hairpin and the phoenix. With deep sadness alone and snuff at night, there is no good dream.
My sister was sent to Liangzhu Changle Pavilion, wet with tears and singing all over Qian Qian. The humanities mountain is long and the water is broken, and the rain is raining and lonely.
Farewell to the injury, never forget to leave, the wine is deep and the wine is shallow, so you can pass the book over the geese, and the east is far from Penglai. Butterfly lovers once told his relatives to stay up all night, having a little joy, dreaming of Chang 'an and knowing Chang 'an Road.
In order to report good spring scenery this year, the flowers and the moon should be photographed together. Although the casual cups and plates are sloppy, the wine is delicious and sour, which makes people pregnant.
Don't laugh when you are drunk, the poor are like spring. A piece of plum, red lotus root, fragrant residual jade autumn.
Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.
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. Fishermen proudly welcome the clouds, and the Milky Way wants to turn to Qian Fan dance; It's as if the dream soul belongs to the emperor, and I smell the sky and ask where I belong.
I reported it.
Please recommend me an ancient poem expressing "the sadness of youth", Jie Jiang's Yu Meiren.
Teenagers listen to the rain in the song building,
The red candle is weak.
In the prime of life, listening to the rain on the boat,
Zhang Guoyun is low,
Broken geese are called westerly winds.
Now listen to the rain monk,
The temple is full of stars.
Sorrow and joy are always ruthless,
One step ago,
Drip till dawn.
Yi Jian Meizhou Guo Wujiang
A piece of spring sorrow is waiting for the wine to pour, the boat on the river shakes, and the curtain moves upstairs. Du Qiuniang and Tainiang Bridge. The wind is blowing and the rain is rustling. When will you go home and wash your robe? The silver word is the tone, and the heart word is the fragrance. The streamer easily dumped people, turning cherries into red and plantains into green.
Every time I read the last two sentences of the last song, I will sigh that life is fleeting and youth is short.
4. Poems related to sadness: patience in the earth, patience in the sky; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever. -(Tang) Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow
The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice. -(Tang) Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip
How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward. -(Tang) Li Yu's young beauty
But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows. -(Tang) Li Bai's "Xuanzhou Xie Tiao Lou Guan Shu Yun"
White hair is three thousands of feet, and the fate is as long as sorrow. -(Tang) Li Bai's Song of Autumn Pu
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. -(Tang) Meng Jiao's "Examination Finished"
And a moment that should last forever is already disconsolate at this time. -(Tang) Li Shangyin's "Jinse"
On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine. -(Tang) Du Fu's "The banks of the Yellow River were recaptured by the imperial army"
Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily. -(Tang) Du Fu's "The banks of the Yellow River were recaptured by the imperial army"
Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention. -(Tang) Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip
I can't get rid of this situation, just frown and worry. -(Song) Li Qingzhao's "A Piece of Plum"
When people come to trouble, they don't meet, and they are always sad when they are not in love. -(Song) Huang Tingjian's Reading Too True with Chen Junyi.
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.
-(Song) Xin Qiji's Ugly Slave Shuboshan Road in the Middle Wall
The body is dead, the spirit is spirit, and the soul is a ghost. -Qu Yuan's "National Mourning"
Businessmen don't know how to hate their country, but they still sing "backyard flowers" across the river. -(Tang) Du Mu's Bo Qinhuai
The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs. -(Song) Wen Tianxiang's Zero Crossing
I know that when I die, everything on earth has nothing to do with me. But the only thing that hurts me is that I failed to see the reunification of the motherland. -(Song) Lu You's "Xiuer"
My heart is a magnet, which doesn't mean that the South won't rest. -(Song) Wen Tianxiang's "Yangtze River"
The adherents wept in the dust and looked south to Julian Waghann for another year. -(Song) Lu You's Feeling of Going Out of the Hedge Door to Meet the Cold in Autumn Night
If you want to serve your country, why should you be born in Yumenguan? -Dai Shulun's Two Songs on the Fortress
5. What are the untitled sad poems?
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It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing, and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
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.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
An episode of ghost stories
Ten miles of Pinghu is full of frost, and every inch of moss worries about the New Year.
Looking at the full moon and protecting each other, I only admire Yuanyang but not the fairy.
"Tianjingsha Qiu Si" 28 words
Ma Yuan Zhiyuan
Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
Operator Yongmei 44 words.
Song luyou
Broken bridge outside the post, lonely. It's dusk, and it's stormy.
I have no intention of striving for spring. Every group of people are jealous, and they are all smashed into mud and crushed into ashes. Only the fragrance remains unchanged.
6. Are there any poems 1 that express great sadness? Don't forget, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers
On the green spring day, I started to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine.
3, frosty night, Jiang Feng fishing and sleeping.
4. Things in spring are different from hackers as soon as they meet. So flowers leave new branches, and new tears fall on old clothes.
5. The mountain by the sea is like a sword, and Qiu Lai gives up his heart everywhere.
6, the rain is fine, regardless of hunger and cold. Take care of your clothes, look at your elbows, and look in the mirror for words.
7. Mo Tao always does nothing and writes alone at night.
8, the hotel cold lights sleep alone, what makes the guest heart turn sad.
9. How many worries can you have, just like a river flowing eastward.
10, it was far away the day before yesterday, and it turned gray yesterday. Want to know how Wan Li feels, just stay in bed for half a month.
1 1, the hand didn't climb the osmanthus, so it was still a banana; Climb the stairs to make a sad contribution and look at the western sky and the sea.
12, I have sorrow in my heart. When the moon is bright, I will always follow you until Yelangxi.
13, when the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
14, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
15, I'm afraid the ship can't carry much worry.
16, Yue Ming Building rests on its own. Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears.
17, the Qingjiang River under the Yugu platform, how many pedestrians shed tears!
18 but since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with a sword, sadness will come back, although we drown them with wine.
19, it's hard to send and stay when you arrive, and stick to it until it's over in your heart. Pan Yue worried about the silk in his temple, and he frowned sadly.
20. Dongfeng evil, a cup of joy and a cup of sorrow, separated for several years.
2 1, flying red like the sea.
22. The singer's song is not over, and his sadness is increasing. Empty the post and pick the unintentional lamp.
23, every mountain home Wan Li, night to touch the guest sorrow.
24, hate is like spring grass, getting farther and farther.
7. Write a sad poem. Changle slope gives people a sad word. Tang Juyi is divided into north and south roads, and the flowing water meets the fishing ditch.
I hate leaving the slope all day long, and Changle's fame is a long worry. One is that Tang Meng is as anxious as water and his hair is as white as new grass.
Look forward to the solstice of spring and give it back to others. Secondly, I'm worried that Tang's grass is short and green, and the mountains and moons are bright.
That night, I woke up and the roof was crying. Thirdly, I'm worried that the temples in Tang dynasty are not yet born. They are like the hair in the city.
Look at Linchuan, you can't swim in the water. Two elegies on the river-Tang Chenyu-opened the door of the river and the door of rotten grass.
I only worry about my children, but I don't feel old. The grass by the river has withered stems and leaves.
That would be great. There is no cold wave every night. In September, the sorrow is broken and the grass flies on three sides.
Dust horses change color, frost and snow swords make clothes. On a cloudy night, I am riding home by the book post.
Yin Qinfeng is upstairs, still waiting for Chunhui. Worrying about Tang Dujiang is called worrying about life every day, and martial arts is not a common thing.
The vortex heron is at the bottom of the bath, and the solitary flowers are distinct. Ten years of military darkness, foreign guests are old and lonely.
Whether Qinshan Mountain in Weishui can see or not will make people sick. It is even more important to worry about sitting in the common field of Du Fu's high village in Tang Dynasty.
In October, the mountains are cold and heavy, and the lonely city is faint. There are many kinds, left bear.
I ran in fear all day and didn't dare to talk about the return date. Worried about the Tang Dynasty, Du Mu gathered and dispersed invisibly, and the ileum was self-contained.
You can't stay in ancient and modern times, and you can't live without it. General Lu thought that the autumn was far away.
Who is more haggard, crying Qin Jing? What's the point of sending Du Fu to support a humble family? Jiangtong Goddess Pavilion is separated from Wangxiangtai.
Gradually cherish the old face, no siblings came. War and human affairs, looking back is sad.
In spring, Tang Han is lush, the golden sun flies to the jade rabbit, and the green temples last forever. Qin E's sixteen words are like a string. He didn't solve the problem of being greedy for flowers and cherishing willows.
Wu Yuling geese have no news, and the water vows to grow green. I advise you not to go for a spring outing when you are young. Warm wind is thicker than wine when you are late.
Tang Chongsi, who is sad alone, heard that Chengdu wine can be found without bad money. I don't know how many fights it takes to sell it.
Two poems about Hakka's sorrow: Tang Hakka's sorrow at the sight of willow color is getting deeper and deeper. The rippling spring breeze, who knows that the calendar is chaotic.
The guest is worried about the willow color, and the spring day is long. By sending running water to Hunan, he continued to enter the emperor's hometown.
The arrival of Tang Tingbi, a sad poem, is hard to send and stay, and it's all over. Pan Yue worried about the silk in his temple, and he frowned sadly.
Long poems ride empty, and the sound of geese is far away. Many lovesickness don't meet, and wine awakens the moon like a hook.
Depressed by the rain, Dr. Tang 60 thousand, who sent money, accumulated rain one after another regardless of hunger and cold. Take care of your clothes, look at your elbows, and look in the mirror for words.
Nine mud seas, wet clouds in Qian Shan. Dragon Bell drives Money Festival, thinking of you everywhere.
Chunchoujiao's "Spring Affairs" and "Meet the Worried Guests" are two different things. So flowers leave new branches, and new tears fall on old clothes.
Lonely at dusk, floating and sinking together. Tang Mengjiao, who was sad alone, was still in the distance the day before yesterday. Yesterday, she was white-haired.
Want to know how Wan Li feels, just stay in bed for half a month. I am always afraid of insects singing, which makes my grass rest.
The melancholy songs of Tang Shi Jianwu's singers did not stop, and people's melancholy increased. Empty the post and pick the unintentional lamp.
If you are worried about Zhuang, you will avoid worrying again, and worrying will be unforgettable. Sit in your heart at night and frost your temples.
No childe dream, partial into the traveler's intestines. Excuse me, Gao Xuanke, where is the land of drunkenness? Don Wei Zhuang's worry about spring is more hurtful, but his dislike of spring lasts longer.
Dew touched the tears of Hunan bamboo, and the flowers fell more and more beautifully. Sleep with fear and dreams and relax.
There are few people in the backyard, and the moonlight is scattered. Chunchouzhuang's own spring worries are killing his soul, and he can't bear to miss his grandson.
The falling flowers are silent and the rain is hazy, and no one in the deep courtyard leans against the door alone. Worried about Yin big sleep, I felt that my voice was leaking late, and I often picked my eyebrows and sang miserably.
The yellow leaves fall to urge the anvil to set the sun, and Zigui breaks his dream when he cries. Fei Ming went to cry a thousand lines of tears, and Cai Yan came back to comb her temples.
The Four Nobles cannot be recruited into the mountains, and the homeless are the most vulnerable. Tao, who sent someone to worry, threw a deep sigh in the mud, which could not arouse deep sorrow.
Mo Yan's guests have no worries, but they must know how to worry and be sad. Worried about the fallen leaves of Tang Yuxuan, Zhu Si caressed herself and sang.
Don't hate people who have no friends, but cultivate their nature and throw them into the sea. There is a sound outside the old man's car door, and there are many Taoist scrolls in front of the pillow.
Cloth will eventually become a passer-by, and green water and green mountains will eventually pass. Jiangling urgently sent an soup to QianYe Feng, Xuan Ji, and the river bridge was shaded by dusk sails.
Remember that your heart is like the Xihe River, which flows eastward day and night. Ugly slave, the middle wall of Shuboshan Road in the Southern Song Dynasty, young Xin Qiji did not know the taste of sorrow, fell in love with the building and said sad words.
Now I know the taste of sadness, and I want to talk about it, but I want to talk about it, but it is a cool autumn. Zhu Yingtai in the Southern Song Dynasty, Xin Qiji divided Baochai, crossed peach leaves and smoked willow in Nanpu.
I'm afraid of climbing up high-rise buildings. It's windy and rainy for nine days in ten days. The fallen petals are heartbroken, and the wind and rain have destroyed people. Who advised Huang Yuan not to cry? Look at the flower clusters on the temples, and it will be people's fate to calculate the number of petals, just to put on the flower clusters and take off the numbers.
The light in the tent is faint, and the dream is suffocating. It is his spring that brings sadness. Where does it lead? But don't take the sadness away.