The wind abides in the dust and the fragrant flowers are gone. I am tired of combing my hair day and night. Things are different and people are not the same. Everything stops. If you want to speak, you will shed tears first.
, The autumn wind and autumn rain are so sad! , the passing smoke disperses with the wind, transforming into a lonely pine on the golden top.
After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. There is no way to lose one's soul. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
How can three glasses and two glasses of light wine defeat him? The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance.
If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night?
Asking you how much sorrow you can have is like a river of spring water flowing eastward.
My Buddha is compassionate and saves suffering people, and I am willing to escape through the empty door to save all sentient beings.
I heard that the spring in Shuangxi is still good, so I plan to go boating. I'm afraid that the boat in Shuangxi will not be able to carry it, and I will be very sad.
, There is no way to be ecstatic, the west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
, If life is just like the first meeting, why is the autumn wind sad and painted on the fan.
, The white hair is three thousand feet, and the fate is as long as the worry.
All thoughts are gone, and I am becoming haggard. I only envy the monks who are outside the world.
The love in the world is divided and united, and the origin and destiny destroy everything.
The flowers drift and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart.
, cut off the water with a knife, the water will flow more, raise a cup to relieve the sorrow, and the sorrow will become more sorrowful.
, Don't worry and hate, silence is better than sound at this time.
, If you are a master and show your true name in the world, no one can compare with you in a thousand years.
, Silently, I went up to the west building alone, the moon was like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree locked the autumn in the deep courtyard.
Young people don’t know what it feels like to be sad, so they forcefully talk about it in order to compose new words.
, wine enters the heart of sorrow, turning into tears of lovesickness.
, The spring breeze is proud of the horse's hoof disease, and I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day.
Holding hands and looking at each other with tears in their eyes, they were speechless and choked. The thought passed away, thousands of miles away, and the sky was filled with mist at dusk.
Thousands of sails passing by are not the same. The slanting light and the flowing water are long.
, lonely in the deep boudoir, an inch of soft intestine filled with thousands of strands of sorrow. Cherish that spring is gone, what time will the flowers rain?
I originally compared my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon illuminated the canal.
I will never regret it as my clothes become wider. It makes people feel haggard because of Yixiao.
The ground is covered with yellow flowers. Haggard and damaged, who is worthy of being picked off now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in darkness? , suddenly looking back, that person was there, in the dimly lit place.
, searching and searching, deserted and miserable.
, I asked the flowers with tears in my eyes without saying a word, and the red flowers flew across the swing.
A poem describing a person's heartache: A cut of plum blossoms, the fragrance of red lotus root and the residual jade mat in autumn
Author: Li Qingzhao
The fragrance of red lotus root and the residual jade mat in autumn. He undressed Luo Shang lightly and boarded the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent a brocade book? When the wild goose returned, the moon was full on the west tower.
The flowers float and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart.
A poem describing a person's heartache: Pipa Xing/Pipa Yin
Author: Bai Juyi (Tang Dynasty)
Xunyang River sees off guests on the first night, maple leaves bloom in autumn Thurs.
The master dismounted and the passengers were on the boat. He wanted to drink wine without orchestra.
When we are too drunk, we will say goodbye miserably. When we say goodbye, the vast river is soaked in the moon.
Suddenly I heard the sound of pipa playing on the water, and the host forgot to return home.
Who is asking secretly? The sound of the pipa stopped and it was too late to speak.
Move the boat closer to invite each other, add wine, turn back the lights, and resume the banquet.
Poems describing a person's heartache: Red lips·boudoir thoughts
Author: Li Qingzhao (Song Dynasty)
Lonely in the boudoir, there are thousands of sorrows in the soft intestine.
Cherish the passing of spring. At what time will the flowers rain?
Leaning all over the corridor, there is no emotion.
Where are the people. The grass is dying all day long, and I can't see the way back.
Poems describing a person's heartache: Seventeen Songs of Qiupu
Author: Li Bai (Tang Dynasty)
Qiupu looks like autumn, and depression makes people sad .
The guest was so worried that he went to the East Building.
Looking westward towards Chang'an, you can see the river flowing below.
Send a message to the river, you will remember me.
A tear from afar brought me to Yangzhou.
The ape in Qiupu is sad at night, and the Huangshan Mountain is worth its weight in gold.
A poem describing a person's heartache: After being admitted to the imperial examination
Author: Meng Jiao (Tang Dynasty)
In the past, there was nothing to praise for being dirty, but now there is no limit to the dissolute thoughts.
The spring breeze makes horses hoofy, and I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day.