1. Silent words secretly shed red tears. ——Nalan Xingde's "He Zhuan·Spring Light"
Twenty years ago, the bones of flowers shed tears in the east wind, and there are a few snails and wall dust. ——Shi Dazu's "Partridge Sky, Standing and Leaning on Willow Railings"
3. It makes me cry, frightened and lonely, and I pick up the deep branches and fly away. ——Lu You's "Magpie Bridge Immortal: Hearing the Cuckoo at Night"
4. The hidden teaching is worried about the loss of Lan Cheng, and it is pitiful to keep in love every night. ——Zhang Yan's "Qing Ping Le·Hou Xun Qi Duan"
5. Two moths in the sky are condensed with dark blue, sorrow and hatred, how can they be extreme. ——Han Yuanji's "Frost Sky Dawn Corner·Inscribed on Stone Picking Moth Eyebrow Pavilion"
6. Your Majesty pities Xiao Ruan, and you should be worried about leaning on the door. ——Li Jiayou "Send Wang Mu to Jizhou to visit the king's uncle"
7. The willow silk threads are made soft, and the smoke wisps are woven into sorrow. ——Wang Yu's "Eyeful Eyes· Willow Silks Softly Made"
8. The delicate flowers are slightly dizzy and wet, and the shadows of the lamps and lanterns are full of sorrow. ——Nalan Xingde's "Huanxisha·Ode to the Fifth Geng and the True Rhyme of Xiang"
9. The chrysanthemums on the threshold are worried about the mist orchid and the dew is weeping. ——Yan Shu's "Butterflies in Love with Flowers· Chrysanthemums on the Threshold Worry about Smoke orchids Weeping Dew"
10. No one asks about the peaches and plums in the deep palace, and the jade beauty of the old love now hates it. ——Yuan Haowen's "Jade House Spring·The Jingsha Hunting Wind Forms"
11. Singing loudly in sorrow, Liang's father's chant is like gold and jade. ——Zheng Sixiao's "Er Li"
12. The road to the east of my hometown is long, and my sleeves are full of tears. ——Cen Shen's "Meeting the Envoy to Beijing"
13. How sad it is to be sad during a good time, and the tears fall like falling particles. ——Xie Tiao's "Climbing Three Mountains at Night and Looking at the Capital City"
14. Spring tears fall silently, and the moon is shy in the shadow of the moving clouds. ——Wu Wenying's "Huanxisha·Dream of Old Journeys Between Flowers Between Doors"
15. The Qin girl looked up at the misty moon with her brows on her face, saddened by the red dew in the vast sky. ——Wen Tingyun's "Xichun Ci"
16. After a few days of loneliness and drinking, I was desolate and banned from smoking. ——Yan Shu, "Untitled·The oil-walled incense carriage will never meet again"
17. Who knows how I feel at this time? Tears on my pillow, rain in front of the steps, dripping through the window until dawn. ——Nie Shengqiong's "Partridge Sky·Farewell"
18. Before leaving, I was worried about seeing the truth and collecting clothes. ——Xia Song's "Partridge Sky· Unintentionally Sweeping Black Eyebrows in the Sun"
19. If the east wind does not blow away sorrow, the spring day can make people hate you forever. ——Jia Zhi's "Two Spring Thoughts"
20. Leaning all over the corridor, but without emotion. ——Li Qingzhao's "Red Lips: Boudoir Thoughts"
21. If you don't believe me, I have been crying recently, so I opened the box and checked out the pomegranate skirt. ——Wu Zetian's "Ruyi Niang"
Twenty-two, the sorrow of the road must be drunk, and the sorrow will come back before the wine wakes up. ——Qin Guan's "The Fragrance of the Courtyard·The Clear Water Startles the Autumn"
23. Looking at the road to the expedition, I am worried and confused, and it is difficult to get rid of my thoughts. ——Lu Rui's "Ruihexian·Plum"
Twenty-four, mottled bamboo branches, mottled bamboo branches, with tears stained to express lovesickness. ——Liu Yuxi's "Xiaoxiang God·Mottled Bamboo Branches"
Twenty-five, there are countless worries now. ——Zhou Zizhi's "Treading on the Shasha·Love is Like a Gossamer"
26. There is no reason to get drunk when the heart is broken. Before the wine arrives, it turns into tears. ——Fan Zhongyan's "Walking on the Street·Autumn Nostalgia"
27. Who can comment on the eyes full of sorrow. ——Li Zhiyi's "Linjiang Immortal: Feelings of Climbing Lingxatai"
28. When you are drunk and want to laugh, you have to worry about how much time it will take. ——Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon·Qianxing"
Twenty-nine, who threw a whip and flew across the river, recalling the blood-stained blood of the past, the wind and rain, and the worry of the Buddha and the fox. ——Xin Qiji's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou·Zhou Ci Yangzhou Harmony with People"
Thirty. The past has been hurt several times in this life, and the mountain shape is still pillowed by the cold current. ——Liu Yuxi's "Reminiscence of the Past in Xisai Mountain"
Thirty-one. This year, I am most hasty about flowers. I seem to hate each other when I meet, and I feel sad and haggard. ——Zhou Bangyan's "Flower Prison·Plum Blossoms on Little Stones"
Thirty-two, completely speechless, leisurely enjoying the Qin Zheng, full of tears. ——Lv Wei Lao's "Bo Xing Brothel Spring Festival Gala"
Thirty-three, arrange the heartbreak until dusk. ——Qin Guan's "Partridge Sky·Weeping Orioles and Tears on the Branches"
Thirty-four, but a dream, a chic branch, shining slantingly on the water at dusk. ——Zhou Bangyan's "Flower Prison·Plum Blossoms on Small Stones"
Thirty-five, the servant girl stopped combing her green temples, feeling as sad as the white snow. ——Li Bai's "Long Farewell"
Thirty-six, Chibijitou is illuminated by the sun, and the grass is fading by Feishui Bridge, which makes people sad. ——Zhang Xiaoxiang's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou·He Pang Youfu"
Thirty-seven, wherever the immortals are banished, there is no one to accompany me in the White Snail Cup. ——Huang Tingjian's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou Tour"
Thirty-eight, it is raining at dusk. ——Zhu Shuzhen's "Butterfly Love Flower·Send Spring"
Thirty-nine, the willows crow in the courtyard at dusk, remember that person, and the pear blossoms fold with the moon. ——Chen Liang's "Poppy·The east wind blows with light clouds"
Forty, the evening crow flies away, and the shadow of a flower sends the dusk away. ——Xia Wanchun's "Brahman Yin·Spring Night"
Forty-one, there is no one in the pond. ——Liu Yong's "Licorice Seed·Autumn Twilight"
Forty-two, the copper plate candle has shed all its tears, and the cool dew stains the clothes.
——Zhou Bangyan's "The Night Flying Magpie·The River Bridge Farewell Place"
Forty-three, joys and sorrows are always ruthless. ——Jiang Jie's "Poppy Listening to the Rain"
Forty-four, pink and white are secretly sad, gold pillows are worn, mandarin ducks are drawn around Luo Yi in the air, it is so disappointing that you don't want to return! . ——Gu Xun's "Huanxi Sha·The clouds are light and the wind is high and the leaves are flying in disorder"
Forty-five, suddenly the weather changes to Yuyang, and the yellow clouds are depressed and the sun is dark. ——Li Qi's "Listening to An Wanshan's Blow Song"
Forty-six. The shadows and apples are fragrant, and spring is in a deserted place. ——Zhou Jin's "Dian Jiang Lip·Visiting Mou Cunsuo Nanyi Fishing Hidden"
Forty-seven. The sound of the horn in the eternal night talks to himself sadly, and the guest's heart is full of sorrow and homesickness. ——Wang Yuanliang's "Looking to the South of the Yangtze River·Nine Days in Youzhou"
48. How many new pavilions have weeping guests, who dream of the original piece of soil. ——Liu Kezhuang "Congratulations to the Bridegroom and Farewell to Chen Zhenzhou Zihua"
Forty-nine, reading the red candle in Orchid Hall makes the heart long and the flame short, and weeps to others. ——Yan Shu's "Shaking Autumn, Farewell News from Thousands of Miles"
Fifty. In the deserted pine path at sunset, ghost fires are extinguished high and low. ——Sadu La's "Niannujiao·Climbing the Stone City to the East Slope Rhyme"
51. There is no need to shed tears frequently when leaving, the old monk is accompanied by haze. ——Jin Jiizang's "Sending the Boy Down the Mountain"
Fifty-two, in the morning mirror, the clouds on the temples have changed, and when you sing at night, you should feel the cold moonlight. ——Li Shangyin "Untitled·It's hard to say goodbye when we meet"
Fifty-three, wine enters the sad heart and turns into tears of lovesickness. ——Fan Zhongyan's "Su Muzhe·Nostalgia"
Fifty-four. After returning home after a full meal, he lies down under the moonlight without taking off his raincoat. ——Lu Yan's "Shepherd Boy"
Fifty-five, spring has no owner! Where the cuckoo crows, tears shed rouge rain. ——Chen Zilong's "Red Lips·Feelings of the Wind and Rain in Spring"
Fifty-six, broken hearts are flying red, and no one cares about them. ——Xin Qiji's "Wish Yingtai is approaching·Late Spring"
Fifty-seven, no one wears flowers, no one persuades people to drink, and no one cares about drunkenness. ——Huang Gongshao's "The Green Jade Case·Stop the Needle and Thread Every Year"
Fifty-eight, there is a sentimental wind, thousands of miles of rolling tide coming, and a ruthless tide sending it back. ——Su Shi's "Eight Sounds of Ganzhou · Send Ginseng and Liazizi"
Fifty-nine, a flower flying reduces the spring, and the wind blows thousands of points, which makes people sad. ——Du Fu's "Two Poems on Qujiang"
60. The waning moon is bright on the face, don't cry at dawn. ——Niu Xiji's "Shengchazi·Spring Mountain Smoke is about to collect"
Sixty-one, the fragrant curtains are blown by the wind and the flowers enter the building, and the high-pitched zither is played to soothe the sorrow of the night. ——Wang Changling's "Brother House Resentment"
Sixty-two, ten years of sorrow and tears. ——Wang Yuanliang’s “A Cut of Plum Blossoms·Nostalgia”
Sixty-three. Before the singing ends, tears begin—Zhou Bangyan’s “Qiliao Resent·The man on horseback helps the disabled and gets drunk”
Sixty 4. The fragrant lotus leaves are gone, and the green waves are rising in the west wind. ——Li Jing "Breaking through the sand of Huanxi·The fragrance of lotus leaves is sold out"
65. The loving peony contains spring tears, and the powerless rose lies on the dawn branch. ——Qin Guan's "Spring Day"
Sixty-six, the grass is green and the mountainside is stained with daisy. ——Wen Tingshi's "Heavenly Fairy·Green grass skirt and mountainside dyed with daisy"
Sixty-seven, native flowers were once dyed with Xiang'e daisy, and the tears of lead were difficult to eliminate. ——Nalan Xingde's "Picking Mulberries·The native flowers once dyed Xiang'e Dai"
Sixty-eight, the long journey back to Qingye, the human words are gradually unknown, and I return home with sadness. ——Zhou Bangyan's "The Night Flying Magpie·The River Bridge Farewell Place"
Sixty-nine, the bun hurts the spring and makes it easier to comb. ——Li Qingzhao's "Huanxisha·A bun hurts the lazy spring and makes it more combed"
70. Leaning leisurely on Boshan and sighing, tears staining my bright wrists. ——Wei Zhuang's "Returning to the Country, Spring Is Late"
Seventy-one, I am saddened by the loss of those who leave their hometown and go to the country. ——Zhu Dunru, "Picking Mulberries·Peng Langji"
Seventy-two, the wet flowers in love with the tree cannot fly, and I am extremely sad, and the spring pays for the east flowing water. ——Zhu Fu "The Proud Fisherman·The Light Rain Is Slender and the Wind is Soft"
Seventy-three, there are more hardships in the busy days and less leisure days, and new sorrows often persist and old sorrows arise. ——Lu You's "Huanxisha·He Wujiu Yun"
Seventy-four. There is no place for leisure and sorrow, so I asked what the drunken dreams of three lives are like. ——Qiao Ji's "Order of Gui Gui·A Gift to the Singers on Chinese Valentine's Day"
Seventy-five, drunk at noon but not awake, the sun is red and the evening is dark, and no one rolls up the curtain at dusk. ——Su Shi's "Butterflies in Love with Flowers·Butterflies and Orioles in the Halfway of Spring"
Seventy-six, the jade bones are worried about the miasma, and the ice posture has its own fairy wind. ——Su Shi's "Moon over Xijiang·Plum Blossoms"
Seventy-seven. A message to the wine market in Dongyang. I'll be drunk for a while, but now I'll be happy that I'll shed tears in my life. ——Zhu Fu's "The Proud of the Fisherman·The Light Rain is Slim and the Wind is Soft"
Seventy-eight, each of them is hurt when they fall off the plain and turn red, and they can't bear to forget each other in the mist of the brothel. ——Song Qi's "Falling Flowers"
Seventy-nine, I still hate the meaningless east wind, which blows mist and rain in the dark dusk. ——Zhang Si's "Mo Mei" Sad poems with irritable mood (79)
1. There is no one in the corner. ——Zhu Yizun, "The Sound of Flower Selling·Yuhuatai"
2. Asking the flowers with tears in their eyes, the flowers are silent, and the red flowers fly across the swing. ——Ouyang Xiu's "Butterfly Love Flower·How Deep the Courtyard"
3. Tomorrow is approaching Chang'an, and the guests are still worried. ——Nalan Xingde's "Bodhisattva Man·The day is frightening and winter is half over"
4. It is difficult to say goodbye to relatives and friends in middle age, but silk and bamboo ease the sorrow of separation.
——Su Shi's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou·An Shi in the East China Sea"
5. The melancholy clouds are light and the rain is rustling, and the twilight returns to the morning. ——Shi Xiaoyou's "Eyeful Eyes·Sorrowful Clouds, Light Rain and Xiaoxiao"
6. Spring sorrow makes it difficult to send a strong man to look at the mountains, and the past events are shocking and tearful. ——Qiu Fengjia's "Spring Sorrow·Spring Sorrow Can't Send the Strong to Watch the Mountain"
7. I don't know how much sorrow I will get. ——Shi Yannian's "Yan Gui Liang·Spring Sorrow"
8. There are countless worries now. ——Zhou Zizhi's "Treading on the Shasha·Love is Like a Gossamer"
9. A night of east wind blows away much sorrow on the pillow. ——Zeng Yunyuan's "Red Lips·A Night of East Wind"
10. Who can pity the fleeting sorrow of travel. ——Zhang Yan's "Jie Lian Lian·Lone Goose"
11. Shake hands with the west wind and shed tears. We have been apart for many years. ——Nalan Xingde's "Good in Zhong·Send Liang Fennan as a Little Shadow"
12. Guests from the sea return home with tears, while people from Zhangtai remove the bones and leave behind the fragrance. ——Song Qi's "Falling Flowers"
Thirteen. When autumn comes, the sorrow is deeper, and the brilliance of the sun is lighter than the two moths. ——Yang Wujiu's "Shengchazi·Autumn Comes with Deeper Sorrow"
14. Shake hands and sigh, tears are the farewell to life. ——Su Wu's "Leaving a Farewell Wife"
15. The moonlight passes through the curtain and the wind enters the bamboo, when I lean against the screen and feel sad. ——Gu Xun's "Linjiang Fairy·The moonlight penetrates the curtain and the wind enters the bamboo"
16. The barbarians play the flute to guard the towers, and the sky above is bleak and the moon is leisurely. ——Gao Shi "Listening to the Flute Playing with Wang Qiyumenguan"
17. But after the banquet, Qing'e dispersed, and the moon was half-slanted at the head of the Yangtze River. ——Wei Zhuang, "A Night Banquet with Xiang Zhongtang of Jinling Mansion"
18. I still hate the meaningless east wind, which blows mist and rain into the dark dusk. ——Zhang Xi's "Mo Mei"
19. The hero's eyes are full of tears, and it is difficult to ask God's will. ——Yang Guanqing's "Bu Shuzi·Autumn Evening Collection of Du Sentences to Commemorate Jia Fu"
20. Wine enters the heart of sorrow, turning into tears of lovesickness. ——Fan Zhongyan's "Su Muzhe·Nostalgia"
21. In the Ming Dynasty, it was another time to say goodbye in a lonely boat, and I was worried about seeing the wine curtains on the river bridges green. ——Dou Shuxiang, "Summer Night Stay with My Cousin and Talk About Old Things"
22. The past has been broken several times in this life, but Yamagata is still pillowed by the cold current. ——Liu Yuxi's "Reminiscence of the Ancients in Xisai Mountain"
23. The small image is clearly like agarwood wisps, and it is so sad that it is difficult to paint. ——Nalan Xingde's "Yu Zhonghao·Send Liang Fennan as a Little Shadow"
24. The bun hurts the spring, and it is more combed. ——Li Qingzhao's "Huanxisha·The bun hurts the spring and the comb is more relaxed"
25. The sorrow of separation is causing thousands of things to get messy, and the wind is flying across the east road. ——Zhang Xian's "A Cluster of Flowers · When will Gao Huaiyuan be poor"
26. A song is used to shed tears at a banquet, and the veil is covered again. ——Yan Shu's "Mountain Pavilion Willow·Gift to the Singer"
27. How many tears are there to limit hatred, leaning on the railing. ——Li Jing "Breaking through the sand of Huanxi·The fragrance of lotus leaves is sold out"
28. The old scene is in depression, and I will send you back to add to the sadness. ——Mao Pang's "Candle Shadow Shakes Red·Farewell to Huizong"
Twenty-nine, the flowers and flowers on the Xiaoxiao River are full of sorrow. ——He Zhu's "Eye'ermei·Autumn Flowers on the Xiaoxiao River"
Thirty, no one sees the flowers falling every year, chasing the spring spring out of the ditch. ——Sima Zha's "Palace Resentment"
Thirty-one, there is sadness everywhere, and the light dust is in the jade piano. ——Nalan Xingde's "Bodhisattva Barbarian·Xiaoxiao Jiye Wind and Rain"
Thirty-two. In the deserted garden in the west corner of Yongfeng, no one belongs to him every day. ——Bai Juyi's "Two Willow Branches"
Thirty-three. At dusk, the horns sound like Bianzhou. I went up to this building thirty years ago. ——Li Yi "Going to the Ruzhou County Tower"
Thirty-four, the mountains and rivers are stained with blood. ——Zhang Qiongying's "Man Jiang Hong·Inscribed on Nanjing Yishan Station"
Thirty-five, one journey of tobacco and one journey of sorrow. ——Shi Dazu's "Partridge Sky·There is a pregnant woman on the road of Wei County"
Thirty-six, farewell hurts and leaves Fangcun Chaos. ——Li Qingzhao's "Die Lian Hua·Luo Yi is wet with tears and full of powder"
Thirty-seven, it's a dusk with sparse raindrops. ——Ouyang Xiu's "Youth Tour·Twelve Linggans Alone in Spring"
Thirty-eight, dots and dots are full of tears. ——Huang Gongshao's "The Sapphire Case·Stop the Needle and Thread Every Year"
Thirty-nine, the Han moon sheds tears in the countryside, and Husha wastes horseshoes. ——Cen Shen's "Sending Magistrate Li to the Capital at the West Head of Qi"
Forty, the plantains do not show their lilac knots, and they face the same spring breeze and have their own worries. ——Li Shangyin's "Two Poems as a Gift·It"
Forty-one, the sentimental wind brings thousands of miles of tides, and the ruthless tides send them back. ——Su Shi's "Eight Sounds of Ganzhou·Ji Shen Liazi"
Forty-two, bowing his head and sighing alone, this sigh has no one to describe it. ——Bai Juyi's "Buying Flowers"
Forty-three, I am worried about the loss of those who leave their hometown and go to the country. ——Zhu Dunru, "Picking Mulberries·Peng Langji"
Forty-four, there is no need to cry frequently when it is good to go, the old monk is accompanied by haze. ——Jin Ji Zang's "Sending the Boy Down the Mountain"
Forty-five, I am sad and can't say anything. I remember that day in the flag pavilion, the water was all gone, and the wine stopped the wind. ——Nalan Xingde's "Moyu'er·Looking at the Rain at Noon"
Forty-six. Where do you go in heaven and on earth? When old joy and new dreams come, the light rain at dusk draws the curtain down. ——Zhang Shu "Huanxi Sha·Pillow Barrier, Smoked Furnace and Separated Embroidered Curtain"
Forty-seven. I'm afraid that a Shuangxi sailboat will not be able to carry many sorrows.
——Li Qingzhao's "Wuling Spring·Spring Festival Gala"
Forty-eight, the lights are cold when we return home tonight, the river pond is full of tears, but the sheep male's surname is Yang. ——Su Shi's "Nanxiangzi·He Yang Yuanshi moved to Mizhou"
Forty-nine, thousands of hectares of smoke and thousands of hectares of sorrow. ——Nv Huaishang, "Reduced Words Mulan Hua·Huaishan Yinyin"
Fifty, Yu Kaifu was sad, and he always served as a court official in the north. ——Sikong Shu's "Jinling Nostalgia"
51. If I feel sad about the cold weather in the coming rainy day, how can I still go by the apricot blossoms? ——Nalan Xingde's "Huanxisha·Wonderful of Sorrow in the Rainy Morning"
52. Look at the flowers in your eyes, don't be afraid of getting too much wine into your lips. ——Du Fu's "Two Poems on Qujiang"
Fifty-three, we meet again in the depths of Qulan, and we tremble with tears. ——Nalan Xingde's "The Poppy·Meet Again Deep in Qulan"
Fifty-four, cold birds and fading grass are accompanied by sadness everywhere. ——Sikong Shu "Send people back north after the thieves are defeated"
Fifty-five, Sanxiang is worried about the autumn colors on the temples, and faces the bright moon when returning thousands of miles away. ——Lulun's "Late Visit to Ezhou"
Fifty-six, the jade bones are worried about the miasma, and the ice posture has its own fairy wind. ——Su Shi's "Xijiang Moon·Plum Blossoms"
Fifty-seven, I will never shed tears in my life, and I will cry endlessly here. ——Li Bai's "Farewell to the Song Dynasty in Jiangxia"
Fifty-eight, the Qingming Festival is important in the emperor, and people are worried about themselves. ——Meng Haoran's "Qingming Festival"
Fifty-nine, the humble concubine stays alone in the empty room. She is worried and misses you, and dare not forget her. Unconsciously, her clothes are stained with tears. ——Cao Pi's "Yan Ge Xing"
Sixty, all the sorrowful clouds are gone, Su'e freshly washes herself at night. ——Wu Wenying's "Dianchun Lip·Trying the Lamp at the First Sunny Night"
Sixty-one. The jade is miserable and the flowers are sad out of Fengcheng, and the lotus flowers are green downstairs. ——Nie Shengqiong's "Partridge Sky·Farewell"
Sixty-two, the dream is not fulfilled in the towel wet with tears, and the singing is heard in the front hall late at night. ——Bai Juyi's "Harem Ci"
Sixty-three, the teardrop pavilion stared at each other in silence. ——Zhou Zizhi's "Traveling on the Shasha·Love is Like a Gossamer"
64. No one asks about the falling flowers outside the door, and the green shade slowly spreads all over the world. ——Cao Bin "Spring Evening·No One Asks about the Falling Flowers Outside the Door"
Sixty-five, it is he who brings sorrow in spring, where will spring return. ——Xin Qiji's "Wish Yingtai is approaching·Late Spring"
Sixty-six. The grass-green skirt and the mountainside are stained with daisy. ——Wen Tingshi's "Heavenly Fairy, Green Grass Skirt and Mountain Dyeing with Dai"
Sixty-seven, the red rabbit has no one to use, so it must be ridden by Lu Bu. ——Li He's "Twenty-three Horse Poems·Part
Sixty-eight, the catkins fall silently and the spring tears fall silently, and the moving clouds have shadows and the moon is shy. ——Wu Wenying's "Huanxisha·Dream of Old Journeys Between Flowers and Doors"
Sixty-nine, who says it is impossible to paint a sad picture? Painting the human heart is like a human being. ——Wei Zhuang's "Jinling Pictures"
70. The purple and bright colors are half open, the chrysanthemums are quiet, and the red clothes are all gone, and the lotus flowers are sad. ——Zhao Gu's "Late Autumn in Chang'an"
Seventy-one. The setting sun above the city paints the corners of sorrow, and the sinking garden is no longer the old pool platform. The spring waves under the sad bridge are green, and the shadows of the startled birds once came. ——Lu You's "Two Poems of Shen Yuan"
72. People who return from a dream are far away from many sorrows, only in the wind and rain of pear blossoms. ——Xin Qiji's "Spring in the Jade House·Want to Encourage the Spring Light to Live Before the Wind"
Seventy-three, searching for the river is full of sorrow, and crossing the moraine, I feel that the sky is low. ——Cen Shen's "Send Judge Li to Beijing at Qixitou"
Seventy-four, drunk and greedy for laughter, worry about how much time it will take. ——Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon·Qianxing"
Seventy-five, there are thick tears on the Xiang'e bamboo. ——Xin Qiji's "Lang Tao Sha·Fu Poppy Grass"
Seventy-six, the long journey back to Qingye, people's words are gradually unknown, and I return home with sorrow. ——Zhou Bangyan's "The Night Flying Magpie·The River Bridge Farewell Place"
Seventy-seven, Wuzuo Niu Mountain is sad, and the tears of sadness are stained with sorrow. ——Li Bai's "A Gentleman Thinks and Actions"
Seventy-eight. I once lamented the spring and couldn't bear to hear it. Where are the flowers in Fengcheng? ——Li Shangyin's "The Flowing Orioles"
Seventy-nine. Worry is that an arrow is flying fast, half a pole is warm, and the waves are warm when you turn back and pass a long way. ——Zhou Bangyan's "Lanling King·Liu" Beautiful poems describing winter scenery (79 lines)
1. The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in the Xiling Mountains, and the door is docked with ships thousands of miles away from Dongwu.
2. The southern neighbor is even more memorable, and the cloth has not been redeemed in winter. ——Lu You "The stormy weather on October 28th"
3. Plum blossoms but no snow are not spiritual, and snow but no poetry is vulgar.
4. Zhongnan has beautiful Yin ridges and snow-covered clouds.
5. You buried your bones in the mud under the spring, but I sent them to the world with a head full of snow.
6. Three cities are garrisoned with white snow on the west mountain, and there are thousands of miles of bridges on the Qingjiang River in Nanpu.
7. What is the difference between white snow and salt in the air? It is not like catkins blowing up in the wind.
8. Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun, and the north wind blows wild geese and snow. ——Gao Shi's "Farewell to Dong Da"
9. The clouds are clear and the gulls are dancing more, and the wind is against the goose.
10. I know it’s not snow from a distance because there is a faint fragrance coming.
11. It’s the winter solstice in Handan Posthouse, with shadows in front of lanterns hugging the knees. ——Bai Juyi's "Homesickness on Winter Solstice Night"
12. Suddenly, like a spring breeze coming overnight, thousands of pear trees bloom.
13. The wind blows the snowflakes like falling flowers, and the moon shines on the ice like broken mirrors.
——Lv Wen's "Winter Nights"
14. The wild geese fly high in the dark moon, and the Chanyu escapes at night. When I want to chase Qingqi away, the heavy snow covers my bow and sword. ——Lu Lun's "Song of the Past"
15. The sun is setting on the sparse bamboos, and the remaining snow is scattered in the mountains.
16. The snowflakes are like palms and cannot cover your eyes, and the wind is as strong as a knife.
17. The pearl curtains are scattered and wet, and the fox fur is not warm and the brocade quilt is thin.
18. The cold wind blows my bones, and the frost cuts my muscles.
19. Thousands of miles of cold light creates snow, and the dawn on three sides creates dangerous signals.
20. Three million jade dragons were defeated in battle, and their scales and armor were scattered all over the sky.
21. A man in a boat with a coir raincoat fishing alone in the snow in the cold river. ——Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue"
Twenty-two. It was at the place where the frost and wind broke, that pairs of cold gulls started up.
23. In the deep snow in Qian Village, a branch bloomed last night.
Twenty-four, I got up in the painting hall in the morning to report the falling snowflakes.
Twenty-five, the flying snow brought the spring breeze, and Pei Hui circled the sky in chaos.
Twenty-six. On a snowy night in the chaotic mountains, a stranger is alone.
Twenty-seven. There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone. ——Wang Anshi's "Plum Blossom"
Twenty-eight, I have been sleeping less and less for many years, and I get up and sit upright in the middle of the night. If you don't learn to sit still and forget your mind, you will never be able to live in peace.
Twenty-nine, the pieces slanted with the wind, drifting to the temples to add beauty. ——Huang Geng's "Snow"
Thirty. The snowflakes in Yanshan Mountain are as big as a mat, and they blow down Xuanyuan Terrace one after another. ——Li Bai's "Traveling to the North Wind"
Thirty-one, children are making noise in the winter snow, but the foolish Confucians on the shore are Zizhen. ——Lu You's "Autumn Suburban Residence"
Thirty-two. On a snowy night in the chaotic mountains, I am a lonely stranger. ——Cui Tu's "Woods on New Year's Eve"
Thirty-three, the cold wind destroys the trees, and the frost freezes the orchid in the garden. ——Ancient Yuefu Ci "Ancient Poetry Written by Jiao Zhongqing's Wife"
Thirty-four, build a pile of pear blossoms and a pile of snow, who will be leaning on the railing next year? ——Du Mu's "Early Winter Night Drinking"
Thirty-five, the night is long and the lights are on, the frost is cold and the scissors are cold. ——Cui Guofu's "Midnight Winter Song"
Thirty-six. Walking on the village bridge in the clear day, the flowers have fallen on the Meixi River and the snow has not disappeared. ——Jia Dao's "Sending Someone Away on a Winter Night"
Thirty-seven. Winter plum blossoms are the most hated, often used as last year's flowers.
Thirty-eight, the window contains the snow of Qianqiu in Xiling, and the door is docked with a ship thousands of miles away from Dongwu. ——Du Fu's "Quequatrains"
Thirty-nine, the north wind blows and the white grass breaks, and the snow falls in August.
Forty, the window contains the snow of Qianqiu in Xiling, and the door is docked with a ship thousands of miles away from Dongwu. ——Du Fu's "Quetrains·Two Orioles Singing in the Green Willows"
41. There are still oranges on the branches under the residual snow, and the bamboo shoots are about to bud when frozen and thundered.
Forty-two, the frost is severe and the clothes are broken, and the fingers cannot be knotted.
Forty-three, the ground is white, the wind is cold, and the snowflakes are as big as hands. ——Li Bai's "Mocking Wang Liyang for Refusing to Drink"
44. Winter is more sincere and lovely than night leakage. Fortunately, in the frost and dew, the chariot and horse are caught in the cold. ——Bao Rong's "Answering Guests on a Winter Night"
Forty-five, the country never turns dark and the moon is thousands of miles away, and the heaven and earth are selfless and jade thousands of families. ——Huang Geng's "Snow"
Forty-six. The other seven horses are also unique, as different as the smoke and snow moving in the cold sky. ——Du Fu's "Wei Xi's Record of Things at Home and Watching General Cao's Horse Drawing"
Forty-seven. Winter is coming to an end tonight, and the year is bright and bright. ——Dong Sigong's "Shou Sui"
Forty-eight, the snowflakes are like palms and it is difficult to cover the eyes, and the wind is like a knife, which makes me constantly sad. ——Qian Qianyi of the Qing Dynasty, "Snowy Night Ci Liu Jingzhong Yun"
Forty-nine, the weather, people, and the sun are urging each other, and the winter solstice brings spring again. ——Du Fu's "Little Arrival"
Fifty. The wind shakes the bamboo across the door, and the mountain is covered with snow when the door opens. ——Wang Wei's "Reminiscences of Hu Jushi's Family in the Snow at Winter Evening"
51. The cold weather makes the days short, and the wind and waves are flat with the clouds.
Fifty-two, I heard the plum blossoms blooming in the morning breeze, and the snow piles were all over the four mountains.
Fifty-three, the grass is dry and the eagle's eyes are sick, and the snow is gone and the horse's hooves are light.
Fifty-four. A tree with cold plum blossoms and white jade strips stands next to the village road and the bridge over the stream.
Fifty-five, the plum blossoms have fallen into thousands of branches, but they are still sentimental, imitating the snow and turning with the wind.
Fifty-six. The bright winter sun rises and shines in the south corner of my house. Sit down with your eyes closed, and let the harmonious energy grow on your skin. ——Bai Juyi's "Winter Day"
Fifty-seven, I saw clouds covering the top of the ridge, and the snow was like dust on the rocks. ——Yuan Zhen's "Southern Qin Snow"
Fifty-eight, wind and rain send spring back, and flying snow welcomes spring.
Fifty-nine, if your family is poor and your loved ones are separated, if you are sick, let’s go out together. There is no one in front of me, I am lying alone in the village studio. ——Bai Juyi's "Winter Night"
60. The swirling bead curtain passes over the white wall, lighter than catkins and heavier than frost. ——Liu Jia's "Bitter Cold Song"
Sixty-one, the sun sets, the mountains are far away, the weather is cold, the white house is poor.
Sixty-two, the lights are dim and the curtains are broken. Cece heard fresh snow falling in front of the window.
63. When winter comes, all the flowers will die. ——Chen Yi's "Plum Blossoms"
Sixty-four, Zhongnan has beautiful Yin ridges and snow-covered clouds.
——Zu Yong "Watching the Remaining Snow in the South"
Sixty-five. When the flying flowers come into the house on the sixth day, sit and watch the green bamboos turn into green branches.
Sixty-six. There is a foot of snow outside the city, and Xiao drives a charcoal cart over the ice track. ——Bai Juyi's "Charcoal Seller"
Sixty-seven. Thousands of trees and white jade strips pass by the river bridge on Lincun Road.
Sixty-eight, the creek is too deep to bear the snow, and the mountains are too frozen to let the clouds flow. ——Hong Sheng's "Snow Hope"
Sixty-nine, green ants' new fermented wine, small red mud stove. It's snowing in the evening, but I can't help but drink a cup!
Seventy, and now this winter, the death of Kansai has not stopped.
Seventy-one, the weather, people, events, and the sun are urging each other, and the winter solstice brings the sun and spring comes again.
Seventy-two, the jade bones are full of mist, and the ice posture has its own fairy wind.
Seventy-three. If you want to chase Qingqi away, the heavy snow will cover your bow and knife. ——Lu Lun's "Song of the Great Wall"
Seventy-four, the white snow returns to the green tomb in the third spring, and the thousands of miles of Yellow River circles the Black Mountain.
Seventy-five, the stream is deep and the snow is unbearable, and the mountains The clouds are not frozen.
Seventy-six, the rain and snow are lingering, and they disappear at dawn. ——"The Book of Songs·Xiaoya·Jiao Gong"
Seventy-seven, Qianshan. The birds are gone, and all traces of people are gone. A lone boat and a man fishing alone in the cold snow in the cold river
On the 78th, the weather in the south of the Yangtze River is good, and the winter scenery is like spring. Hua. ——Bai Juyi's "Early Winter"
Seventy-nine, the clouds are low and the snow is dancing in the wind. ——Du Fu's "To the Snow" Love poems full of helplessness (79)
1. The falling flower is independent, and the flying swallows fly together
2. The poor bones by the Wuding River are still like those in spring boudoir dreams
3. Falling red is not heartless. Things turn into spring mud to protect flowers.
4. The sea water is not like Wushan. Take the flowers back to accompany you on the road.
5. It’s useless to miss you. It's love.
6. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, but it is in my heart.
7. If life is just like the first meeting, why is the autumn wind sad? /p>
8. The hibiscus flowers in the past are now broken grass.
9. There is a beautiful woman, and I will never forget it. If I don’t see it for a day, I will miss it like crazy.
< p> 10. Hatred is not as good as the tide of trust.
11. Love has been full of hatred since ancient times, and this hatred lasts forever.
12. Just because I know how to do things in the world, it makes me full of worries.
13. Lovesickness will last half a lifetime, and love and infatuation will bring a lifetime of tears. Leng, the heaven and the earth are united, so I dare to be with you.
15. If there is a good friend, I will sing Yangchun without hesitation.
16. The flowers will fall and the water will flow. Lovesickness, two places of sorrow.
17. The eternal love will last forever.
18. The endless tears of lovesickness throw red beans, and the spring will never end. Willow spring flowers fill the painting building
19. I lost my arrogance and Yang Jun lost the willows, and the willows soared into the sky
20. The thin shadow is self-pitying in the autumn water, you must have mercy on me. I pity you.
21. Since ancient times, it has been sad to leave.
22. Red beans grow in the south, and I hope you will grow more in spring. Caijie, this is the most lovesick thing.
Twenty-three, separation from hatred is like spring grass, and the journey will be further away.
Twenty-four, I am like a mountain in front of my eyes. , Lang Rushi Buddha has no intention.
25. The moon in the spring garden is as sentimental as the fallen flowers.
26. The flowers fall and the water flows. A kind of lovesickness, two places of leisurely sorrow.
Twenty-seven, the east wind is evil, joy is thin, a cup of sadness, and a few years away. Wrong, wrong, wrong!
Twenty-eight, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
29. I wish to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground.
Thirty. Repeated forbearance and concessions were exchanged for lies at the feast.
Thirty-one, the independent bridge is full of wind, and the new moon people in Pinglin return.
Thirty-two, the sorrow of love is shocking in the night sky, the love encounters the autumn wind, the love is sad, and the tears are shed.
Thirty-three, the sun rises in the east and rains in the west. There is no sunshine but there is sunshine.
Thirty-four. Ten years of life and death are so vast that they cannot be forgotten without thinking about them.
Thirty-five, I asked you how much sorrow you can have, it is just like a river of spring water flowing eastward.
Thirty-six. When we see each other, we feel like we are not seeing each other, and when we are in love, it seems like we are heartless.
Thirty-seven, I miss you all day long, and I am exhausted for you, and there are hundreds of flowers.
Thirty-eight, Guan Guan Jujiu, in the river island. A graceful lady, a gentleman is a good man.
Thirty-nine. Once upon a time, the sea was difficult to overcome, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud.
Forty, the bright moon does not know the pain of separation and hatred, and the slanting light penetrates Zhuhu at dawn.
41. After seeing each other again, we meet again and share our dreams with you.
Forty-two, he should not live his life as a lover, there is no place in the world for lovesickness.
Forty-three, the clothes are getting wider and wider, but I don’t regret it at all. I feel haggard because of the beauty.
Forty-four, facing the high-rise building, the rain wet the face, but the figure in the clouds disappeared. I have been sitting there for a thousand years and have never seen you come.
Forty-five, the clothes are getting wider and wider, but I don’t regret it, and I am haggard for those who disappear.
Forty-six, I was about to tell you the date of my return, but Chun Rong swallowed hard before saying anything.
Forty-seven. Even if you shed tears, your ability will eventually show its traces. If you have many words, it is difficult to reply without words.
Forty-eight, I am willing to be two swans and fly high.
Forty-nine, the phoenix trees are also drizzled, and it is drizzling at dusk.
On the 50th, it is the winter solstice in Handan Posthouse, with shadows in front of the lanterns hugging the knees.
51. If you had known the trend earlier and had faith, you would have married into the trend.
Fifty-two, it is the sorrow of separation, not the ordinary feeling in my heart.
Fifty-three, three cups and two bottles of weak wine, how can they resist his late arrival and the sudden wind.
Fifty-four, people talk about lovesickness under the acacia tree, but Si Lang hates Lang Lang and doesn’t know.
Fifty-five, I return a bowl of merciless tears to the Queen, I wish I could meet you before I shaved my head.
Fifty-six, I want to know you and live a long life without end. The mountain has no edges, the heaven and the earth are harmonious, so I dare to compete with you!
Fifty-seven, always doing two repetitive things, loving him and protecting him.
58. If the love between two people lasts for a long time, how can they stay in court?
Fifty-nine, ask the world, what is love, directly teach life and death to each other.
Sixty, I miss you for a long time, I hate you for a long time, and my hatred will not stop until I return home.
Sixty-one. There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches. My heart is happy for you, but you don’t know it.
62. It is most difficult to take a breath when it is suddenly warm and then cold.
Sixty-three, the crowd searched for her thousands of times, and looked back blankly, but that person was there, in the dimly lit place.
Sixty-four, I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day without seeing you, and drink water from the Yangtze River every day.
65. Everything has a price, and the price of happiness is pain.
Sixty-six, the sky is not old, the love is difficult and the heart is like a double silk net with thousands of knots in it.
Sixty-seven, the heart of remembering the king is like the water of the West River, flowing eastward day and night without rest.
Sixty-eight, in the heart of spring, don’t let flowers bloom, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray.
Sixty-nine, lovesickness is as deep as the ocean, and past events are as far away as the sky.
Seventy. I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day without seeing you, and drink water from the river.
Seventy-one, the passage of time should be a time of good times and beautiful scenery.
Seventy-two, life is a time to come back, and death is a longing for love.
Seventy-three. Missing you is like a bright candle, burning your heart and bringing tears to your eyes.
Seventy-four, all kinds of embroidery are exquisite and exquisite, but only Yuanyang embroidery cannot be done.
Seventy-five, if you lean on the railing arbitrarily, your country will be unlimited. It is easy to say goodbye but difficult to see others!
Seventy-six, we are of the same mind but separated, and we end up in sorrow.
Seventy-seven, ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking and unforgettable, thousands of miles away in a lonely tomb, with no place to express desolation.
Seventy-eight, lovesickness is without words, so don’t waste your tears on the flower paper.
Seventy-nine, I can't reward the magpie, but I can only beg for clever silk with the spider.