Second, Mingyue, Mingyue and Hu Jia are sad. -Dai Shulun's "Turning to Qu Ying to Distinguish Grass"
Third, there are trembling birds and withered grass, no matter where I turn my face. -Si Kongshu's "To a Friend" was bound to go north after the rebellion
Fourth, the geese lead the heart to worry, and the mountains have a good month. -Li Bai's "Climbing Yueyang Tower with Summer Twelve"
5. When the afternoon dream comes back, the shutter will let go of the troubles of spring. -Zhou Jin's "Visiting Moucun Village with a Little Crimson Lip".
Six, the flowers are dying, the wind is impatient, the curtain is hanging late and redone, and the moss is dancing. -Sun Guangxian's "Huanxisha, the flowers are sparse and can't stand the wind"
Seven, roll up the map of Jiangshan, respond to the sad roar of arowana, and make poems. -Yang, "Water Tune Song Head Deng Duo"
Eight, tears and rouge for no reason, causing the wings to droop. -Zhang Mi's Butterfly, Butterfly
Nine, the emperor emphasizes Ming, and the people are worried. -Meng Haoran, "Qingming is a thing"
X. When my boat was sailing in the fog, the sunlight faded and old memories began. -Meng Haoran's "Sleeping in Jiande River"
Eleven, to cherish the old friend, and cherish the sorrow of the horse. -Gao Shi's "Send Wei"
Twelve, the breeze is not scattered, and the rain adds tears. -Cao Xueqin's Ode to Bai Hai Tang
Thirteen, when can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? . -Du Fu's Moonlit Night
Fourteen, the news of several States is broken, and I am very worried when I sit in a book. -Du Fu's On Snow
15. Dongfeng has a letter that no one has read, revealing a little meaning and lace. -Su Shi's "A bouquet of flowers, shallow invasion this spring"
Sixteen, sad old friends, snubbing new poetry. -Li Taihou's "Han Gong Chun Mei"
Seventeen years old, I started but turned back, hating nobody. -Su Shi's "Divination Operator Huangzhou Dinghui Garden Residence"
Eighteen, there are sad women in the world, more sad than sad. -Cao Zhi's "Tall Buildings and Bright Moon"
Nineteen, looking at Zhangtai Road, the golden saddle lingered and there were tears. -Zhang Yun's "Shui Yan is busy welcoming lazy Fang Can"
At the age of twenty, he became a heartless man, and Mo Ye wept bitterly. -Zhu's "Flowers Send Spring Near"
I don't know where to treat my husband -Liu Cang's "The Giver"
Twenty-two, sadness from the point of view, a good day and a good night, knowing that swallowing is sad. -Nalan Xingde's Mid-Autumn Festival of Pipa Fairy
Twenty-three, sad coagulation, shimmering red. -Wu Wenying's "Night Banquet Du Qingqiu Feeling"
Twenty-four, Shui Yuan to wave after Wugang, farewell to injury. -Wang Changling's "Send Wood to Serve the Royal"
Twenty-five I went to town yesterday and came back with tears in my eyes. -Zhang Yu's "Silkworm Girl"
Twenty-six, crying more new ghosts, worrying about the elderly alone. -Du Fu's On Snow
Twenty-seven, Guanhe infinite sorrow, unbearable to look back. -York's Zhu Yingtai near the Gu Bei Pavilion.
Twenty-eight, the clouds are green and combed, and the sorrow is like snow. -Li Bai's "Farewell"
Twenty-nine, tonight the lights are dim and the pool is full of tears, but the ram is surnamed Yang. -Su Shi's Nanxiangzi and Yang moved to Mizhou.
Thirty, it is dusk alone, and it is stormy. -Lu You's "Yongmei"
Thirty-one, the depression pavilion is far from obstacles and dusty. -Yu Xin's "Twenty-seven Songs to Sing, Its"
Thirty-two, "Li Sao" always hurts after reading it. -Shu Yong's Xiao Zhongshan Dragon Boat Festival
Thirty-three, white-haired scholar tears in China, all desolate, don't go to Niu Shan. -Liu Kezhuang's "He Xinlang 9"
Thirty-four, good to go without frequent tears, the old monk accompanied by haze. -Jin Dizang's "Sending the Boy Down the Mountain"
Thirty-five, chasing the dead, I can't see it today, the mountains and rivers are full of tears. -Xin Qiji's "Yulan Slow, Send Zhang Zhonggu Shuai Xing Yuan to the Table"
Thirty-six, but the flowering period is negative every year! In spring, only sadness is arranged to send home in spring. -Zhang Huiyan's "Seeing Huan, Falling Flowers Every Year"
Thirty-seven, the call has reached the no-man's land, where Yu Di blows. -Shi Jianwu's Night Tour with Hermits in Siming Mountain
Thirty-eight, yellow flowers are heartless things, and Mr. * * * is also a late fragrance. -Yu Qian's "Guo Ju Ting"
Thirty-nine, generosity lasts only a lifetime, and sorrow alone. -Lu Ji "There are chariots and horses at the door"
Forty, the place where I stood was wet with my tears, and the sky was dark with broken clouds. -Du Fu's On Leaving Fang Zhouzi's Tomb
Forty-one, send you to Hebei in September, and the snow is full of tears. -Cen Can's "Send Cui Zi back to Beijing"
Forty-two, comparable to the dusk of raindrops. -Ouyang Xiu's Youth Journey, Twelve Alone in Spring
Forty-three, sitting in sorrow, dying for a thousand years. -Qiu Si of Li Bai
44. Qiu Lai's sorrow is deeper, and Dave's double moths are shallower. -Yang's "The faults are deeper"
Forty-five, a leaf and the sound of autumn, a little banana and a little sadness, after the third night of dreams. -Xu Zaisi's "Water Fairy Night Rain"
Forty-six, disturbing the horses and chariots, being ruthless by the years and fading away from youth. -Yuan Haowen "Jade Leaks Late, It's a tragedy to sing"
Forty-seven, teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor. -Xin Qiji's Ugly Slave, Shuboshan Road in the Wall
Forty-eight, sit and watch the falling flowers sigh, Luo Wei's tears are wet and red. -Wei Zhuang's "Magnolia, Alone in the Small Building, Twilight in Spring"
Forty-nine, holding a deep sorrow without a good dream, cutting snuff in the middle of the night. -Li Qingzhao's "Liang Zhu, Warm Rain, Sunny Wind, Breaking the Frozen First"
At the age of fifty, no matter who hears it, he will sigh, bringing homesick tears to a vagrant's eyes ... —— Li Wei's Listening to An Wanshan Playing the Reed Flute.
Fifty-one, Xiang Xiang sells green leaves, and the west wind worries about green waves. -Jing Li's "Passing Huanxisha and Selling Fragrant Leaves"
Fifty-two, flute and worry, oblique branches lean on disease. -Cui Daorong's Plum Blossom
Fifty-three, Jiangnan Jiangbei melancholy, wine snail red. -Fang Yue's "Dongpo Rhyme for Water Turning to Pingshan Hall"
Fifty-four, Liangyuan flying crows at dusk, with three or two gloomy eyes. -Cen Can's "Two Songs of Mountain House Spring"
Fifty-five, red tears slipped down, full of spring breeze. -Na Lanxingde's "Picking Mulberry Seeds, Wrong at the Time"
56. I move forward. I cried until my tears ran out, and I saw a ship in the distant sky. -Meng Haoran's "Early Cold Jiang Huai"
57. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you. -Gao Shi's "Two Poems of Biedong University"
Fifty-eight, Dongli wine after dusk, there is a dark fragrance full of sleeves. -Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flower Shade, Mist, Thick Clouds, Song of Eternal Sorrow"
Fifty-nine, time only makes people old, does not believe in family, hates leaving the pavilion for a long time, and tears wake up easily. -Yan Shu's "Picking Mulberry Seeds, Time Only Helps the Old"
60, Shi Hao village husband and wife don't, tears more than the hall of eternal life. -Ma Wei of Yuan Mei
Sixty-one, the cuckoo worships tears again and guards the reclamation. -Huang Zunxian "Send Ren Liang's parents in the same year"
Sixty-two, a purple jade is ruthless, and the night is cold and cracked. -Nalan Xingde's Mid-Autumn Festival of Pipa Fairy
Sixty-three, do the riverside is full of tears, endless flow, preoccupied. -Qin Guan's "Jiangchengzi Xicheng Liu Yang Strong Alcohol Meat"
Sixty-four, looking at the road confused, it is difficult to stay in the mood. -Lu Xu's "Rui He Xian Mei"
Sixty-five, Yunshan is interested, there is no plan on the porch, and the tears of fame and fortune are blown away by the west wind. -Herry Liu's "Goat Yancheng Shuhuai"
Sixty-six, the laurel leaf eyebrows have not been traced for a long time, and the residual makeup tears red gauze. -Jiang Caiping's "Xie Ci Zhu Zhen"
Sixty-seven, make your macro-release, smile and wash away all troubles in ancient and modern times. -Lu You's "Shuidiao Getou Multi-view Building"
Sixty-eight, holding hands and looking at tears, I was speechless. -Liu Yong's "Yulin Chills"
Sixty-nine, farewell to injury and chaos. -Li Qingzhao's "When Hualian dies, tears are wet and Luo Yi's powder is full"
Seventy, the new makeup should be under the Zhu Lou, and the spring scenery is deeply locked. -Liu Yuxi's "He Letian's Spring Poems"
Poetry expressing inner sadness
First, we tend to walk in the eternal journey of life, running in the rough, nirvana in the frustration, sadness around the whole body, pain floating everywhere. We are tired, but we can't stop; We are bitter, but we cannot avoid it.
Second, just like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows away the petals of ten thousand pear trees.
Third, it's parting, especially the general taste in my heart, if I keep cutting and the reason is still chaotic.
Fourth, Li Bai was about to go by boat when he suddenly heard a song on the shore.
Five, the bright moon building rests alone, and the wine turns into acacia tears.
6. But I look to my hometown, and the twilight is getting thicker and the river waves are filled with sad mist.
Seven, teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor.
8. How much leisure do you have? Yichuan tobacco, a few flocs in the city, plum yellow rain.
I didn't know everything was empty until I died, but I was sad to see Kyushu.
Ten, ask how much sadness you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.
Eleven, fate, fate. Love who, I decide.
Twelve, faint, faint, a ray of sadness, rushed into my heart.
Thirteen, sad and lonely, the world is very big, and no one understands me. Looking around, I can't see anything. I don't know what regret is. Everything is bleak after leaving you. I don't know what a mistake is, but it's a long road. I don't know what hope is. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side.
14. I used to think that I would not be defeated by loneliness. In a person's dream, you know that loneliness is an addiction and you can't quit.
Fifteen, white hair three thousands of feet, sorrow is like a beard.
Sixteen, fall in love with the floor, saying that you are worried about adding new words.
17. Sometimes I ride the wind and waves, raise my muddy sails and sail in the deep sea.
18, but since the water is still flowing, even though we cut it with a sword, it is even more worrying to raise a glass to drown our sorrows.
Nineteen, now that I know the taste of sadness, I want to say it.
Twenty, the sand sea deepens with the unfathomable ice, and it is gloomy and Wan Li congeals.
Twenty-one, looking around, deserted and miserable.
Twenty-two, I want to say that I am still resting, but I said, it's been a good autumn, and it's cold.
Twenty-three, but since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords, we raise our glasses to drown our sorrows.
Twenty-four, this autumn, I am still lonely, and I turn around a thousand times. One of them accidentally broke in and made me lost again.
Twenty-five, the memory of the past, all the embroidery and residual vomit, the morning breeze rolled up half a curtain of fragrant fog, and the heart returned to the dream.
26. When I love you, you despise me. When you turn your head to love me, I won't wait for you anymore.
Sad poems expressing inner sadness (70)
First, at dusk, the courtyard is sad and anxious. When I wake up, I feel sad about the past. -Li Qingzhao's "Xiangxing Tian Zi and Qiu Guang"
Second, pedestrians look down on Wang Sun and buy out Jin Chai. -Yu Zizhi's "Singing Grass"
Third, what is the ceremony, tears are pouring down. -Xie Tiao's "Going to Three Mountains and Returning to Wangjing Late"
Fourth, in order to cherish my old friend, I will feel sorry for the horse. -Gao Shi's "Send Wei"
Five, the flowers in the rain shed tears, but they can't blow away, and they are in a dilemma. -Chen Zilong Tang Duoling cold food.
Six, half smoke and half rain creek bridge, fisherman drunk nobody calls. -Huang Tingjian's "Bodhisattva Man, Half Smoke and Half Rain Creek Bridge"
Seven, return from a full meal at dusk, and lie in the moonlight without taking off the hemp fiber. -Yan Lu's "Shepherd Boy"
Eight, the blue window is deep in the moon, and I am worried about listening to cold tears and wet clothes. -Zhang's "Two Poems of Autumn Boudoir Thinking"
Nine, the geese lead the heart to worry, and the mountains come to the moon. -Li Bai's "Climbing Yueyang Tower with Summer Twelve"
X. along an island full of duckweeds, there will be peace of communication. -Liu Changqing's "Watching the King Go South"
Eleven, sent home tonight, the lights are cold, the pond is full of tears, and the sheep is surnamed Yang. -Su Shi's Nanxiangzi and Yang moved to Mizhou.
Twelve, generosity is only a lifetime, and pitching is sad. -Lu Ji "There are chariots and horses at the door"
Thirteen, March forward, singing and dancing pavilions, surging. -Xu Junbao's wife, "Man Fang Ting Hanshang Shengshi"
Fourteen, luxury is a spring dream, leaving the ancient and modern worries. -Kang Zhi's Appeal to the Heart, Chang 'an Nostalgia.
15. Affectionate, but always ruthless, you can't laugh before going to bed. -Du Mu's farewell
16. I'm worried about the word Hong Fei. -Qin Guan's "Reducing the Word Yulan Tianya Old Hate"
Seventeen, the first smell of crows crowing warblers, causing new worries. -Lv Wei's "Brothel Spring Festival Evening"
18. Looking back at the dream of the end of the world, several souls flew to xipu and tears spilled in Dongzhou. -Review of "A Red Calyx, Feeling in Penglai Pavilion"
Nineteen, no one has solved the intimate suffering. -Yan, "Die Qiu Lian Born Lu Pu"
Twenty, watching Guo Waichun eat cold food, savages are everywhere. -Yun Biao's "Cold Food Poetry"
Twenty-one, I have sued the poor to the bone, thinking about the tears of soldiers. -Du Fu's "Wu Lang Again"
Twenty-two, a message to Dongyang wine market, get drunk and rest, now I, in the next year, want to cry happily. -Zhu Fu's "The fisherman is proud, the rain is fine and the wind is fine"
Twenty-three, sorrow has been broken and drunk, and before the wine arrives, it becomes tears first. -Fan Zhongyan's "Yu Jie Xing Qiu Nostalgia"
Twenty-four, no one wears flowers, no one advises alcohol, and no one cares about drunkenness. -Huang Gongshao's "Jade Case, Stop Needle and Thread every year"
Twenty-five, bees don't understand people's sufferings, and Yaner doesn't understand people's worries. -Cheng Gai's "The Highest Building, Old Trouble"
I heard that Ma Zhou was a new visitor before, and no one will ever know him. -Li He's "The Wine"
Twenty-seven, sad songs such as business songs. -Zheng Sixiao's Li Er
Twenty-eight, it is also a sheep cart, and the moon shines at dusk. -Huang Sheng's "Qingpingle Gong Yuan"
Twenty-nine, at the beginning of the afternoon dream, the blinds are full of spring worries. -Zhou Jin's "Visiting Moucun Village with a Little Crimson Lip".
Thirty, how many tears do you hate? -Jing Li's "Passing Huanxisha and Selling Fragrant Leaves"
Thirty-one, flying flowers everywhere, looking back on old friends thousands of miles away, worrying about wine. -Ge Changgeng's "Water Regulation, Jiang Chunlai, Mountain Far"
Thirty-two, the moss is full of Chu Qing, and the green trees have no dreams. -Liu Ban's "New Fine Moss Gai Chuqing"
Thirty-three, thinking about the past is empty, fleeting and ruthless, and it is still a smoke cage. -Xia Wanchun's "A Plum and a Willow"
There is a man from China in the northwest, so don't shed tears at the West Bridge. -Liu Kezhuang's "Lou Yulin Push"
Thirty-five, tears can't be sung, try mourning strings. -Yan Dao Ji's "Health faults, rain has retreated clouds"
Thirty-six, but I can't see it alone, and I don't know until I burst into tears. -Li Bai's "Dugu"
Thirty-seven, the moonlight into the tall building, acacia two sorrow. -Qiu Jin's "Bodhisattva Man Sending a Female Companion"
Thirty-eight, leisurely leaning on Boshan sigh, tears stained my wrist. -Wei Zhuang's "Returning to China, Spring Comes Late"
Thirty-nine, depressed hospital, and oblique wind and drizzle, heavy doors will be closed. -Li Qingzhao's "Niannujiao Chun Qing"
Forty, stealing bullets to clear tears and send smoke waves, seeing an old friend in Jiangtou, I am so haggard. -Yuan Quhua's "The sword is near, the rain comes at night"
Forty-one, Liu Suoying's soul, a butterfly dream, I know I am worried about Pan Lang. -Shi Dazu's Flowers at Night, Liu Suoying's Soul
Forty-two, the emperor is clear and the people are worried. -Meng Haoran, "Qingming is a thing"
Forty-three, the postal kiosk is empty, listening to the sound of the eaves, and I am sleepy. -Zhou Bangyan's "Da 'an Yuediao Spring Rain"
Forty-four, although the vegetation is ruthless, it still has vitality. -Li Bai's Grass on the Tree
Forty-five, short hair, white sorrow, wine red. -Chen Shidao's "Give a little wine in addition to the night"
Forty-six, this year, I traveled alone in Qin, and I was worried that spring should not be spring. -Du, "Spring in Beijing"
Forty-seven, Zhongzhou hates, and I don't know how many people are worried tonight. —— Xin Qiji's "Water Tune Song Tou Ma Shu Wandering Moon Building"
Forty-eight, you must worry about the short spring, don't complain that the golden cup is full. -Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva Man, Advise You to Shen Zui Tonight"
Forty-nine, under the cold light, I meditated on the past, and I was awakened by a stray wild goose. -Du Mu's "Lodging"
500,000 calendar years, my heart is more bitter, and I saw Chanjuan in tears in October. -Hua Qingshu, "Looking at the South of the Yangtze River, Yan Sai Xue"
Fifty-one, disturbing the dust of horseshoe cars, being ruthless by years, fading away from youth. -Yuan Haowen "Jade Leaks Late, It's a tragedy to sing"
Fifty-two, no one asked about the peaches and plums in the palace. Yu Yan, the old lover, hates herself now. -Yuan Haowen's "Yulouchun, Jingsha Hunting Wind Array"
53. Since ancient times, beautiful women have been unlucky and sad for a long time. -Xin Qiji's "He Xinlang sends Du Tongyun"
Fifty-four, who will see you again, only Dan Qing has tears. -Su Shi's "Mrs. Guo Night Tour".
Fifty-five, the red rabbit is useless, and Lu Bu will ride it. -Li He's Twenty-three Horses Poems, which
56. The place where I stood was wet with my tears, and the sky was dark with broken clouds. -Du Fu's On Leaving Fang Zhouzi's Tomb
Fifty-seven, tears stained with mountains and rivers. -Zhang Qiongying's "Man Jiang Hong Topic Nanjing Yishan Post"
Fifty-eight, I'm afraid I hurt Langyi before I respect you, and I dare not cry. -Xia Song's "Partridge Day, Town Day, Unintentionally Sweeping Eyebrows"
Fifty-nine, Dongfeng sent another letter, which was blown away early and turned into a pot. -Zhong has read the palace, and Dongfeng will send another letter.
Sixty years old, facing the mist on the water, I still waved my hand and cried. -Liu Changqing's "Watching the King Go South"
Sixty-one, the world is thin, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to rain and send flowers at dusk. -Tang Wan's "Chai Toufeng, the world is thin"
Sixty-two, tears stiff neck red cotton cold. -Zhou Bangyan's "Die Hua Lian Go Early"
Sixty-three, the low-flowered trees reflect the small makeup building, and the spring scenery enters the eyebrows at two o'clock. -Bai Juyi's "Spring Poetry"
No matter where I turn my face, there are trembling birds and withered grass. -Si Kongshu's "To a Friend" was bound to go north after the rebellion
Sixty-five, struggle to wake up, still worry and hate. -Zhu's "Jiang Shang Chun"
Sixty-six, only the Tao does not hurt the spirit, and the sky is wet. -Nalan Xingde's "Bodhisattva Man, Drinking in the New Cold, Knocking on the Window Rain"
Sixty-seven, the flowers are dying, the wind is impatient, the curtains are hanging late and heavy work, and the steps are blue and red. -Sun Guangxian's "Huanxisha, the flowers are sparse and can't stand the wind"
Sixty-eight, I hate being alone in the empty curtain, tears condensing on my face and regretting my youth. -Gu Zhen's "Scenery Scenery of Lotus in Huanxisha"
Sixty-nine, wax tears anger the east wind, and old people sleep in new swallows. -Nalan Xingde's "The Whip Shadow Falling on the Spring Dike"
Seventy, so far, the clouds and rain are sad, the moon is slanting on the river, and the morning bell is moving. -Niu Xiji's "Linjiang Xianzi, Twelve Peak Cliffs are Uneven"
Poems that describe and express inner sadness _ Write ancient poems about inner sadness
Poems expressing inner sadness:
1. I didn't know everything was empty until I died, but I was sad to see Kyushu.
2. Moss and mangrove trees under the steps, and it rains lightly under the moon.
3. Overlooking the Henggang River, far away in front of Wan Li Sorrow Hall.
The mountain by the sea is like a sword, and Qiu Lai cuts his heart everywhere.
I can't hear enough sadness, I will shine on the Great Wall on the crisp moon in autumn.
6. When you are old, you will know that tenses are thin, but when you are worried, you just want the glass to be deep.
7. wine can't last long, and sorrow and hate can't be saved.
8. Peaches and plums laugh at the festive season, and Noda's wasteland is only sad.
9. When the wind blows the sky and the waves rise, just smile and don't worry.
10. I'm so sad. Mulberry leaves are dying in spring, and a thick green is in my brow.
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12. Sorrow is endless, and the distance is like spring water.
13. Worried about hurting Cui Dai's eyebrows, flowers are lonely every day.
14. However, the way of the world is too strange and unpredictable. Spring only brings me sadness and fatigue.
15. I want to see the bright moon, but it shines on the ditch.
16. I touch my white hair. It's so thin that it can't hold hairpins anymore.
17. After three months of war, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold.
18. Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness.
19. Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers will continue to exist, and spring will turn green again.
20. When will the poplar and green grass stop? Tears and sadness are broken first.
2 1. People say that willow leaves are like frowning, more like willow silk sadness.
22. Adding water to the river will make sadness fuller, straighter and farther.
23. It's not that spring prefers wine, but it's necessary to get wine to solve spring worries.
24. A hundred years of sadness makes you feel drunk.
25. three cups will make you feel better.
26. I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of trees.
27. Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building?
28. Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year?
29. How many hours can you spend at 12 degrees a year?
30. People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs.
3 1. On the third night in September, dew looks like real pearls and bows.
32. Affection is unspeakable, which frequently makes osmanthus empty.
33. When will the moon appear in the blue sky? I'll stop for a drink and ask.
34. But since the water is still flowing, although we use swords to cut it, it is even sadder to raise a glass to drown our sorrows.
Today people can't see the ancient moon, but this month they went to see the ancients.
36. Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home.
Our capital is full of nosy people, but you are lonely, helpless and poor.
38. As the sun sets, the five lakes are full of smoke and waves.
39. It's too close, don't worry about the wind and rain.
40. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
4 1. When my boat was sailing in the fog, the day was getting darker and the old memories began.
42. On a frosty night, the fisherman Jiang Feng fell asleep.
43. The sand sea has deepened unfathomable ice, gloomy clouds and bleak Wan Li condensate.
44. But I look to my hometown, and the twilight is getting thicker and the river waves are filled with sad mist.
45. Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily.
46. On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine.
47. White hair and three thousands of feet, sorrow is like a beard.