Poems about sadness 1. What are the poems about sadness
1. Tears ask flowers without words, and red flies over the swing.
2. Flowers drift and water flows by itself. One kind of acacia, two places of leisure. There is nothing that can be done to eliminate this situation, only to frown, but to mind.
3, the wind has stopped the dust and the fragrant flowers have run out, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, tears flow first.
4, Mo Tao is not fascinating, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
5. into a depth of sorrow and concealment of lament, told even more in silence than they had told in sound.
6. I won't regret it if my belt widens gradually. It's worthwhile growing languid for my coquette.
7. Looking for it, it's lonely and sad.
8. Holding hands and staring at each other with tears, I was speechless and sobbed, thinking about it, and it was a thousand miles away, and the dusk was heavy.
9. Lonely boudoir makes my heart ache. Cherish the spring to go, what time to urge the rain.
1. How much sorrow can you have? It's like a river flowing eastward.
11. but since water still flows, though we cut it with our swords, it's even more worrying to raise a glass to dispel your worries.
12. It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to go canoeing. I'm afraid that the boat can't move and I'm worried.
13, three glasses and two light wines, how can you beat him and come late in the wind? Yan Guo is sad, but it is an old acquaintance.
14, the white hair is 3, feet, and the sorrow is like a long one.
15. If life is just like the first time, there is no need to draw a fan in the autumn wind.
16. A teacher shows his true world, and a thousand years later, no one is equal.
17. If two relationships last for a long time, they will be in the morning and evening.
18. Going to the West Building alone without words, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks the clear autumn.
19. I compared my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the canal.
2, yellow flowers piled up all over the ground. Who can pick it now? Watching the window, how can you be dark alone?
21. Looking back suddenly, the man was there, () the lights were dim.
22. Teenagers don't know what it's like to be sad, so they insist on saying it for the sake of adding new words.
23, wine into the sorrow, turned into acacia tears.
24. It's not a transit to Qian Fan, and the twilight is full of water.
25, spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease, and you can see all the Chang' an flowers in one day.
26. After dusk, Dongliba wine has dark fragrance and full sleeves. Don't say that clear autumn is not people, the west wind juanqi bead curtain, the person in the curtain is thinner than that yellow chrysanthemum.
27. Autumn wind and autumn rain are very sad!
28. The passing clouds are scattered with the wind, turning the golden dome into a lonely pine. On-off, on-off and on-off love in the world, causes and ends with nothing. All thoughts are fading away, and I only admire monks outside the world. I, the Buddha, have compassion to save suffering, and I would like to cross the sentient beings in an empty door.
2. Poems about sadness
When you die, you know that everything is empty, but you can't see the same in Kyushu.
Du Fu's Ascending the Mountain: "I have come three thousand miles away. Sad now with autumn, and with my hundred years of woe, I climb this height alone."
Liu Yong's "Yu Lin Ling": "Affection hurts parting since ancient times, and it is even more worthy of snubbing the Qing Autumn Festival."
Tang Qian Qi's "On the Pavilion of Su Gong Lin": "In the sound of Ye Qiu, thousands of people take pictures."
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autumn chrysanthemum can't bear the strong wind, and she only wants to be accompanied by phoenix trees. I woke up from my dream after the break, and suddenly I saw flowers falling everywhere and the world was silent.
the wild goose is cloudy and cool in spring, and the cold wind blows home alone. I know from a distance that the cold wind roared at the high wall, and I hope that you will join hands with the desolate place and sing a song in sorrow.
Bananas don't show lilac knots, but they are sad in the same spring breeze. Li Shangyin's A Gift
How much sorrow can you have? It's just like a river flowing eastward in Li Yu's Yu Meiren
frosty night, Jiang Feng fishing for fire and worrying about sleep.
but I look toward home, and twilight grows dark, with a mist of grief on the river waves;
3. Poems describing sadness in ancient poetry
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a misty rain comes blowing with a wind from the east, and wheels faintly thunder beyond Hibiscus Pool. There are locks of the golden toad incense burner, cigarette wrapped in elegant, like the yuhu pulley, traction rope to draw the well water.
a great lady once, from behind a screen, favoured a poor youth, a fairy queen brought a bridal mat once for the ease of a prince and then vanished. Never mind * * * flowers compete for hair, and of even this bright flame of love, shall there be only ashes?.
Spring Rain
Sleeping in the white clothes in the Spring Festival, but am thinking only of the White Gate City where I cannot be. There are two red chambers fronting the cold, hidden by the rain, and a lantern on a pearl screen swaying my lone heart homeward.
the long road ahead will be full of new hardship, with, late in the nights, brief intervals of dream. Oh, to send you this message, this pair of jade earrings!, I watch a lonely wild goose in three thousand miles of cloud.
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Go to Mochou Hall, where rapture lasts the whole night long. The goddess of Wu mountain, the king of Chu, was originally a dream; Qingxi's sister - in - law residence, this alone has no lang.
storms are ravishing the nut-horns, moon-dew sweetening cinnamon-leaves. I know well enough naught can come of this lovliness, melancholy is frivolous.
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time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted, and the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone. And the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die, the candle turns to dust before the tears dry.
mornings in her mirror she sees her hair-cloud changing, yet she dares the chill of moonlight with her evening song. There are no many ways to get to Pengshan, oh blue-birds, be listening!-Bring me what she says!.
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a faint phoenix-tail gauze, fragrant and doubled, Biwen Dome meets at night. The encounter, too late to use a fan to cover up; But you drove by, speechless.
It used to be lonely and fragrant, how far can a pomegranate-blossom whisper?. I will tether my horse to a river willow, where to stay in the southwest?
Stay in the Luoshi Pavilion to remember Cui Yong
The bamboo dock is clean and the water is clear, and the homesickness is separated from the heavy city. Autumn is cloudy and frost flies late, leaving the residual lotus to listen to the rain.
note on a rainy night to a friend in the north
You asked about the return date, and evening rain rose to the autumn pool. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about evening rain.
fallen flowers
gone is the guest from the Chamber of Rank, and petals, confused in my little garden. Hankage is confused and blurred by the winding path; The overlook petals dance reflected the afterglow of the setting sun.
oh, how can I bear to sweep them away?, to a sad-eyed watcher they never return. The love of flowers Flower lovers naturally to blame spring to go too early; The spring to the end, the flowers and flowers only to shed tears.
Jin se Li shangyin
I wonder why my inlaid harp has fifty strings, each with its flower-like fret an interval of youth.
the sage Chuangzi is day-dreaming, bewitched by butterflies, the spring-heart of Emperor Wang is crying in a cuckoo.
mermen weep their pearly tears down a moon-green sea, blue fields are breathing their jade to the sun.
and a moment that ought to have lasted for ever, has come and gone before I knew.
4. Poems that describe sadness
Poems that describe sadness 1. Tears ask flowers and flowers without words, and red flies over the swing.
2. Flowers drift and water flows by itself. One kind of acacia, two places of leisure.
There's nothing I can do to get rid of this feeling, so I frown, but I feel it. 3, the wind has lived in the dust and fragrant flowers, and I am tired of combing my hair at night.
things are people who don't rest on everything, and tears flow first when they want to talk. 4, Mo Dao is not ecstasy, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
5. into a depth of sorrow and concealment of lament, told even more in silence than they had told in sound. 6, the belt is getting wider and wider.
people are haggard because of Iraq. 7, looking for, cold and clear, miserable.
8. Holding hands and staring at each other with tears, I was speechless and sobbed, thinking about it, and it was a thousand miles away, and the dusk was heavy. 9, lonely boudoir, tender heart and sorrow.
cherish the spring, and hurry the flowers and rain. 1. How many worries can you have, just like a river flowing eastward.
11. but since water still flows, though we cut it with our swords, it's even more worrying to raise a glass to dispel your worries. 12. It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to be a canoe.
I'm afraid that I can't carry a boat on the stern of Shuangxi, and I'm worried. 13, three cups of two light wine, how to enemy him, late wind? Yan Guo is sad, but it is an old acquaintance.
14, the white hair is 3, feet, and the sorrow is like a long one. 15. If life is just like the first sight, what is the autumn wind painting a fan?
16. A teacher shows his true world, and a thousand years later, no one is equal. 17. If the two feelings last for a long time, they will be in the morning and evening.
18. Going to the West Building alone without words, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks the clear autumn. 19. I would have compared my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon illuminates the canal.
2, yellow flowers piled up all over the ground. Who can pick it now? Watching the window, how can you be dark alone? 21. Looking back suddenly, the man was there, and the lights were dim.
22. Teenagers don't know what it's like to be sad, so they insist on saying it for the sake of adding new words. 23, wine into sorrow, into acacia tears.
24. It's not a transit to Qian Fan, and the twilight is full of water. 25, the spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease, and you can see all the Chang' an flowers in one day.
26. After dusk, Dongliba wine has dark fragrance and full sleeves. Don't say that clear autumn is not people, the west wind juanqi bead curtain, the person in the curtain is thinner than that yellow chrysanthemum.
27. Autumn wind and autumn rain are very sad! 28. The passing clouds are scattered with the wind, and the jinding is loose. On-off, on-off and on-off love in the world, causes and ends with nothing.
All thoughts are fading away, and I only admire monks outside the world. I, the Buddha, have compassion to save suffering, and I would like to cross the sentient beings in an empty door.
5. In China's classical literature, all the poems about sadness
Sad poems include: tears fall on your eyes when you return to the Pearl, and you don't care about each other when you don't meet, but you are lazy to look back on the flowers when you are unmarried. Half-predestined cultivation and half-predestined cultivation last year, the peach blossoms in this door are different.
People don't know where to go to peach blossoms, but they still laugh at the spring breeze, where to wake up tonight, and there is a lingering moon in Yang Liuan. < p You hate that I was born late, and I hate that you were born early.
you were born before I was born, but I was old when you were born. Hate is not born at the same time, and you are good every day.
I was born before you were born, but you gave birth to me and I am old. I am far away from you, and you are separated from me.
I was born before you were born, but you gave birth to me and I am old. Become a butterfly went to look for flowers and lived in the grass every night.
once the sea was difficult for water, forever amber's clothes became wider and wider, but he never regretted it. Because of Iraq, he was haggard, and you didn't see how lovely locks in bright mirrors in high chambers. though silken-black at morning, have changed by night to snow died and was buried. It is unknown when Nong will die.
the person who buried the flowers today is stupid, but he knows who it was when he buried it in 28.
Let's see that the flowers are gradually falling this spring, that is, when the beauty dies of old age.
no sad songs for me, people don't know where the flowers are falling. As soon as I entered the Houmen Gate, it was as deep as the sea. From then on, Xiao Lang was a passer-by. I was afraid that the boat could not carry many worries and went to the West Wing alone, and the moon was like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree, deep courtyard locks clear autumn life, if it's just the first time, what's the matter? earth endures, heaven endures; some time both shall end, while this unending sorrow goes on and on for ever's dream of Yangzhou for ten years, won the name of a brothel.
6. Poems describing sadness
Send sorrow to the heart
Yuan Zhen
o youngest, best-loved daughter of Xie, who unluckily married this penniless scholar.
you patched my clothes from your own wicker basket, and I coaxed off your hairpins of gold, to buy wine with.
for dinner we had to pick wild herbs, and to use dry locust-leaves for our kindling.
today they are paying me a hundred thousand, and all that I can bring to you is a temple sacrifice.
the meaning behind the old jokes, but suddenly, before my eyes, you are gone.
almost all your clothes have been given away, your needlework is sealed, I dare not look at it.
I continue your bounty to our men and our maids, sometimes, in a dream, I bring you gifts.
this is a sorrow that all mankind must know, but not as those know it who have been poor together.
I sit here alone, mourning for us both, how many years do I lack now of my threescore and ten?!
there have been better men than I to whom heaven denied a son, there was a poet better than I whose dead wife could not hear him.
what have I to hope for in the darkness of our tomb?? You and I had little faith in a meeting after death!
yet my open eyes can see all night, that lifelong trouble of your brow.