Poems about melancholy 1. Poems describing melancholy.
Immortality, curtain rolling west wind, people are thinner than yellow flowers-Song Li Qingzhao & gt
Why should a strong brother complain about Liu? Spring breeze doesn't pass Yumen Pass-Don Wang Zhihuan & gt
People who stand quietly on the city bridge don't know, but they can watch it for as long as a week-Huang Qing Nakazawa & gt
Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily-Don Du Fu. Ditto.
Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor. They fell in love with the floor and talked about sadness in order to add new words-Song Xinqi > mankind
When there is nowhere to be sad, you are always sad when it is irrelevant-Huang Song Ting Jian & gt
Ten years' dream of returning to Yangzhou earned him a lucky name as a brothel-Tang Du Mu>
Tao Tao likes it-Don Yang Jiong.
The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
The past is empty, still like a dream. -Li Yu's "Midnight Song * How Can You Avoid the Sorrow and Hate of Life"
How much sadness can you have? Just like a river flowing eastward-Nantang. Li Yu>
If you don't see each other when you meet, love will be ruthless. -Sima Guang's "Xijiang Moon"
Acacia says acacia, and Shiro hates Mandy. -Republic of China; liang qichao
The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it. Zhang sheng < Chichitose >
Looking for it, it is lonely, sad and miserable-Song Li Qingzhao & gt
Even this bright flame of love will only have ashes? . -Don; Li Shangyin's Untitled
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.
People naturally grow up and hate water growing in the east-Nantang. Li Yu>
2. Poems about summer that describe upset and depressed mood.
Poetry 1, the water is bright and sunny, the mountains are empty and rainy.
Shi: Drinking the Rain of Chuqing Lake, Volume II. Dark clouds turn over ink and don't cover mountains, while white rain jumps over boats. Song? Su Shi's Five Exquisites of Drunk Books in Wanghulou on June 27th 3. It's thundering, and rain is coming.
Ming? Li Panlong's On the Road to Yang Guangshan 4. A wild goose was thrown into the sky, and the mountain floated at the beginning of the rain. Qing? Check Shen Xing's "The Fifth Floor of Deng Bao" 5. The wind is like a mountain, and the rain is like a river.
Song? Lu You's Work in the Storm 6. The clouds are sinking in the morning and the rain is coming. Don? Xu Hun's East Building of Xianyang City 7. I'm all thumbs, so I can't dodge.
Will watch happiness be deprived. 8. Tears return to the eyes, never meet each other before marriage.
9, so lingering and forbearing several times, I changed the fleeting time into a floating life, which exhausted the floating life. 10, dead of night, I am alone on the lonely road.
Have a cigarette and ignite loneliness. 1 1, living in a gray world.
Although monotonous, I won't be disappointed. I won't be sad either.
12, black sky. It smells strange.
There is a feeling of depression in the air. That feeling.
Choking 13, light! If you really exist.
Please light up my heart. Dispel lingering sadness.
14, I miss you, and I often miss you inexplicably. Maybe your shadow has been deeply imprinted in my heart, but it's a pity that your heart has been sad and empty, and no one has come. () Let this lonely soul grow old in the lonely years, sad sentences until death! 15, things have changed, and your heart has changed. 16. Love hurts and leaves since ancient times.
What's more, it is a cold autumn festival. 17, the geese are in the clouds and the fish are in the water. This feeling is hard to make.
The ancient poem Difficult to Walk 1. Pure wine is expensive in a golden cup, 10 thousand copper in a hip flask, and a jade plate is a treasure. I threw the food bar and cup aside. I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger. I peeped in four directions in vain.
I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow. I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun.
It's hard to go, it's hard to go; Don't go astray! Where to go today. One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea. 2. Say goodbye to Minister Shu Yun at Xie Tiao Villa in Xuanzhou, and have to abandon Porter and me since yesterday.
It hurts my heart even more today. Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine.
The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie. We are all lofty distant thoughts, longing for the sky and the bright moon.
But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with the sword, the sadness is back, although we drown them with wine, because the world can't satisfy our desire, I will let go of my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.
3. The hope of spring, although a country is divided, the mountains and rivers will last forever, and the trees and grass will turn green again in spring. Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
4. "Wulingchun" is full of dust and fragrance, 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.
The famous wine in the translation of It's Hard to Walk costs 1000 yuan per barrel; The exquisite dishes in the jade plate are worth 10 thousand yuan. I feel depressed in my chest. You can't eat without drinking. Draw your sword and look around, my heart is really at a loss.
Want to cross the Yellow River, ice and snow blocked the river; If you want to climb Taihang Mountain, the vast snow has already closed the mountain. Fishing like Lu Shang? Flow, idle to make a comeback; Like Yi Yin's dream, he sailed through Japan.
How difficult it is to travel in the world, how difficult it is; With so many roads in front of me, should I go from north to south? I believe that one day, I can ride the wind and waves; Hang Yun Fan high and move forward in the sea! Yesterday, when the translation of Farewell to Secretary Shu Yun at Xie Tiao Villa in Xuanzhou left me, it was inevitable. Today, when my mood was disturbed, I was extremely worried. In the face of this scene, Wan blew the swan geese returning to the south, and they could climb the tall buildings and have a good drink.
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We are all full of lofty sentiments and exultation, and our jumping thoughts are like flying high in the blue sky to pick the bright moon. However, whenever I think about the opportunities in life, I worry.
It's like drawing a treasure knife to cut running water. Instead of being cut off, the current is more fierce. I raised my glass and drank heavily. I wanted to drown my sorrows in wine, but I was even more worried.
Ah! Life is so unhappy in this world, it is better to let me wander freely in the rivers and lakes in a boat tomorrow. The country is ruined, and only the mountains and rivers are still there.
It's spring again in Chang 'an, but after being burned and looted by the rebels, it's already desolate, with deep and dense vegetation everywhere. Although the flowers in spring are in full bloom, they are not pleasing to the eye, but make people cry, as if the flowers are also crying; Although there are spring birds and songs everywhere, I feel sad because I left my family. Listening to the songs of birds is not only unhappy, but also shocking.
The war has been going on for a long time, and there has been no news from home for a long time. A letter from home can be worth 12 thousand gold. Because of sadness and worry, the white hair on my head is getting less and less, and I can't even hold the hair clasp.
Wuling Chun is tired of translating and combing her 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 ship can't carry much worry.
The spring breeze stopped, all the flowers fell, and the flowers turned into fragrant dust. It's getting late, I'm too lazy to comb my hair. The scenery remains the same, but the people are different. It's all over. If you want to tell your troubles, your tears have already fallen first.
I heard that Shuangxi Spring is good, and I plan to take a canoe to see it. I'm just afraid that the boat floating on the Shuangxi River can't carry much sadness.
3. Are there any disturbing poems in ancient poetry?
Ancient poems about depression: Li Qingzhao's Spring Breeze in Wuling has exhausted its fragrance, and she is tired of combing her 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. 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. The voice search is slow, cold and lonely, and it is * * * * * * *.
It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk.
This time, what a sad sentence! Li Yu's qingping music "Spring is not yet half" is heartbreaking. The order of autumn may be like snow in the snow, brush it off and then flow down full.
Hongyan has flown back, the journey is far away, and the dream is hard to come true. The sadness of parting is like weeds in spring, which go further and further.
Sauvignon Blanc has two mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high and the smoke is cold, and the acacia maple leaves are Dan. Flowers bloom, flowers are not complete, geese fly high, but they don't come back.
In the past 40 years, the country has been home, and the mountains and rivers are three thousand miles. Long Ta in Fengge, a cigarette in Yushu Qiongzhi.
I've known him several times. Once I was classified as a minister, I bent down and took time.
The most hasty day is to resign from the temple, and there is still a farewell song in the teaching workshop. Tears for Gong E.
The wind in Yu Meiren has returned to the yard, and the willow eye continues. With the silence of the diaphragm for a long time, the sound of bamboo is still like a new moon.
The ice on the surface of the pool is melting before the song is over. Candles are bright and fragrant, paintings are deep, and temples are covered with frost and snow.
In the dark night, the flowers in the forest withered in spring. They were in a hurry, but they had no choice but to come to the cold rain and the evening breeze. Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy.
Naturally, people hate water when they grow up. Sand waves make the rain outside the curtain gurgle and the spring fades away.
Allred-rochow is too cold to stand. I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day.
Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away. Running water is gone, and spring is gone.
Yan's butterfly lovers dreamed of the misty water in the south of the Yangtze River and went all the way to the south of the Yangtze River, but no one left him. When they sleep, they are lost in ecstasy, but they are disappointed. When they tried to make full use of this love letter, they finally had no evidence. However, they broke Qin Zhenglie by relying on slow-string songs. Butterfly lovers is drunk and can't remember the West Building. It's really a good reunion. This is half the moon. The night is cold and empty, crying for others. Partridges are drunk, patting the spring shirt, cherishing the old fragrance, and the sky will be far from annoying. Autumn grass grows older on strangers, and the sunset falls in the building every day. Clouds and mist surround the water, and the journey of recruiting people is long. Acacia has no words, so don't bother to shed tears on stationery. Life inspectors have a long dream, but fish and geese have almost no sound and dust. Poor temple. Love and hate are not as good as people. There are several plays being staged in a spring, but Qiu Lai's books are even rarer. Phoenix cold, lonely pillow, worried about wine. Even if the dream soul is empty, it is comparable to the dream. Chun Qing, a beautiful girl in Nalan, saw a thin pear flower and scattered fragments. What is the sunset near dusk? There is still no soul in the world.
Yinyin doesn't dream of the words at that time, but is close to each other. Be a dreamer for Iraq and call for truth in the dark.
The blue wet funeral has been infinitely sad recently. Who has a long talk? Everything is subject to fate. In early spring, the green shadows are dancing outside the window, the geese are returning, and the orioles are singing and dancing, and tears are streaming down their faces. I enjoyed the beautiful scenery with you in the past, but now I have lost it and failed to live up to my past affection.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew and the breeze shook. I thought it was your soul, but I can only wait for the end of love. Nan Xiangzi wept for the dead woman, but she was silent. She only regrets the past and saves her knowledge by Dan Qing.
Yingying. You can't draw it if you are sad.
Don't be too specific Wake up early in the middle of the night.
Qing wakes up early and dreams more. Call the rain bell at night.
I felt this hatred when the dead woman died. Lost step, cold rain rest, buried flowers.
I had a long dream for three years. I think I woke up. Material also has feelings, and the world is tasteless.
Not as cold and lonely as the dust on the night platform. The card issuer made a promise, but then abandoned it.
If there are Pisces in Chongquan. It is good to know him, who he has been suffering from, and who he is relying on.
I turned around from midnight, and I endured listening to Xiang Xian's excuse. When it's over, he'll know himself.
I'm afraid it's unlucky for both of them, and they're going to live in the wind and sleep outdoors again. Clear tears, confetti.
Qingping music is sad, and the * * * Yellow Flower Festival. In the dream, the anvil sound is muddy, more chaotic and more sad.
Dust gives birth to swallows, but the bed keeps strings. The wind is like a waning moon, but now it is worrying.
Spread out the wind that breaks the happy sand, and the residue has turned into a flat, and the mud lotus is just a thousand lotus roots; Be careful not to burn a clove of incense and remember the past life. People feel sentimental and thin, and now they really regret it; Looking back at heartbroken, tears steal zero.
Happy Shawan Liyinshan Bay Lisa, who will frost the temples? Over the years, half of them are at the end of the world.
Soul and dream can not be separated from the golden bow and defense. Draw a jade crow fork. Poor thing, lose a penny.
4. Express fidgety poems
Poems describing irritability are: 1, falling into deep sorrow and hidden lament, and telling more in silence than in sound.
-Tang Juyi's translation of Pipa Travel: It seems that another kind of sadness breeds secretly; At this time, it is more touching than the sound. 2, the lamppost began to know that flowers are more colorful and jade traces are more.
-Cao Qing Xueqin's translation of Xue Baochai's Bai Haitang Fu: Bai Haitang washes its color, which is extremely light and more colorful. White as jade, Haitang is so sad that there are no tears. 3, white hair and three thousands of feet, as long as fate.
I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror. -Tang Libai translated "Song of Autumn Pu": White hair grows three thousands of feet, and it is because of sorrow that it grows so long.
I don't know where the autumn frost falls on my head in the mirror. 4. Ask how much you can worry about, just like a river flowing eastward. -Five Dynasties Li Yu "When is the Spring Flower and Autumn Moon? Ask me how much sadness I have in my heart, just like this endless spring water rolling east.
5, the belt is getting wider and wider, I don't regret it. -Song Liu Yong's translation of "Love Flowers, Rely on Dangerous Buildings": I am getting thinner and thinner, and I don't feel sorry. I'd rather languish for you.
5. Poems describing inner sadness
1. Immortality, west wind rolling curtain, people are thinner than yellow flowers-Song Liqingzhao's Drunken Flowers 2. Where were those lost times before me? Behind me, where are the future generations? I think there is no limit and no end to heaven and earth. I am lonely. My tear drops is here-Tang Chen Ziang is on the tower of Youzhou. White hair, three thousands of feet, long sorrow —— Song of Qiu Pu by Tang Li Bai (4). Our capital is full of nosy people. On that green spring day, I went home-Tang Du Fu's The Yellow River was 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-Don Du Fu. Ibid. 7. Natural people hate water when they grow up-Nantang. Li Yu's "Hui Huan" 8. How much sadness can you have? Just like a river flowing eastward-South Tang. The Mermaid by Li Yu >:>9. But since the water is still flowing, even though we cut it with a sword, it is even more sad to raise a glass to drown our sorrows-Shu Yun, Louguan, Xuanzhou Xie Tiao, by Tang Libai.
6. What poems are there to express irritability?
1, "Lou Yuchun Chun Hate" by Yan Shu in the Northern Song Dynasty
Lvyang Fangcao Changting Road. It's easy to throw people away when you are young. The dream on the roof is five minutes old, and it rains in March at the end of the flower.
Ruthlessness is not like sentimentality and bitterness. One inch or a thousand strands. Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time.
2. Song Qingzhao's "Cut the plum, and the red lotus root is fragrant and the jade is in autumn"
Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was 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.
3. Xuefeng Tang's "Jiuhuashan Waste Moon Pool"
In front of the water threshold, there are two beautiful toads in the cold swamp at night. Microwave hates the sea, and the moon is ruthless.
Bai Niao will take the snow outside the forest, and the green lotus will wither. Ronghua refused to live on earth, so she had to read Zhuang Sheng's first article.
4. Qing Nalanxingde's "Sauvignon Blanc Out of the Mountain"
A ride on the mountain, a ride on the water, and a trip to Guan Yu, with thousands of lights at night.
When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden.
5. Ouyang Xiu in the Northern Song Dynasty, "Yulouchun intends to return to Japan before honoring"
I mean, I'll come back before I respect you. It's hard to swallow before spring. Ah, there is love in life, and love is in the depths of madness. This is not irrelevant to hate-the wind overhead, the moon in the sky.
Keep this song, don't renovate it. A song can teach intestinal knots. It's easy to see all the flowers in Los Angeles at first.
7. Poems expressing personal depression
★ White hair is three thousands of feet, and sorrow is as long as long. -Tang Li Bai's Song of Autumn Pu
★ On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine. -Tang Du Fu, "The banks of the Yellow River were recovered by the imperial army"
★ The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness tell more in silence than in voice. -Don Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip
★ But since the water is still flowing, let's raise our glasses to make you feel better, even though we cut it with swords. -Tang Li Bai's "Xuanzhou Xie Tiao Lou Guan Shu Yun"
★ The teacher is a real name. After 1000 years, no one can match. -Song Luyou, "Book of Wrath"
★ Spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease, and you can see Chang 'an flowers in one day. -Don Meng Jiao's "After the Examination"
★ A moment that should last forever has come and gone unconsciously. -Don Li Shangyin's "Jinse"
There is nothing I can do to eliminate this situation. I can only frown and take it to heart. -Song Liqing's "A Piece of Plum"
Our capital is full of nosy people, but you are lonely and poor. -Tang Du Fu's Dream of Li Bai
Season after season, joy followed joy, and the autumn moon and spring breeze passed, but she didn't notice. -Don Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip
8. Who has a good poem about depression?
Xin Qiji's words:
Qingshan wants to talk down-to-earth, with thousands of troops. The misty rain is low, I hope not to come.
People always worry when they talk on their heads. Sha Ou clapped his hands and laughed with a sad face.
In the evening, Western jackdaw in the west is sad, and Liutang is green but gentle. No one would believe that there would be a sad life in the world if it were not for the bitterness of grief at this moment.
Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
-Li Qingzhao's "A Piece of Plum"
Red crisp hands, Huangteng wine, Mancheng spring willow.
Dongfeng evil, with a faint heart and a cup of sadness, has been separated for several years.
Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad.
Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books. -Lu You's "Hairpin Phoenix"
The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, and Western jackdaw in the west is shocked.
Acacia knows when to meet, and this night is embarrassing.
-Li Bai's autumn wind poem
Heartbroken, tears are hard to collect, and acacia belongs to xiaohonglou. I know that there are countless chaotic mountains that block the distant sky, but I can't help leaning against the railing and staring at it all the time.
Jathyapple Loutai, Chou-heung Courtyard, people come and go cheerfully. Who is sad when autumn comes? Song Yu was so sad!
Divide cups and plates, sing and dance at leisure, and ask him what's so sad about? It's also sad to think about it. It's rainy and windy on the Double Ninth Festival.
At the end of spring, Baochai parted, Taoyedu crossed and Nanpu Ada was dark. I'm afraid of climbing up high-rise buildings. It's windy and rainy for nine days in ten days.
The heartbreaking patch is about to be washed away, and no one cares. Who will call prostitutes to stop?
Look at the temple. Try to count the flowers in the psychological period.
Luo Zhang's lamp is faint, sobbing in his dream: it is his spring that brings sadness. Where does it lead? But I don't understand, I'm going home!
Expose the waste pool willow with a cigarette fan, and wash it in the rain to dry. Like the spring breeze, wash and dry the rain.
Take off your pants and go home quickly. I hate thousands of feelings. Hate thousands of feelings, each boring and singing.
The mulberry pickers had to stop asking questions and live alone in a dangerous house. Relying on a dangerous building alone, I don't believe there are other troubles in the world.
It's time for you to go to bed. You can go back to rest. You can return it and say that you will settle accounts with Xifeng.
Tell the wine booth. Look at Yuan Ming, a handsome figure, Wolong Zhuge. Where does the magpie fly? Step on the soft snow.
Break your hat and add more hair. Residual water and mountains have no attitude, and thin and mature become romantic. Two or three geese are also bleak.
Beautiful women pay more attention to dating than farewell. Qingjiang River is frozen in cold weather, and the water depth is frozen. A broken road wheel has four corners where pedestrians pin their bones.
Ask who makes you sad? It is wrong to cast today's homesickness, and it is expected to be very hard at first. Long night flute, don't play!
Qin Guan's:
Subtract Mulan
Tianya hates old people, but lonely people don't ask. If you want to see the ileum, you will break the golden incense.
The moth got longer, but the spring breeze didn't appear. I'm trapped in a dangerous building and I'm worried about flying.
Huanxisha
The desert is colder than the small building, the hooligans are like poor autumn, and the screen is quiet and light.
Free flying flowers are as light as dreams, endless silk rain is as thin as sorrow, and small silver hooks hang curtains.
Tasha shop
The fog is gone, the moon is gone, and Taoyuan is nowhere to be found.
Plum blossoms are sent with the post, and fish are scattered. This hatred has no weight. Chen Qiang is lucky to visit Chen Shan. Who will go to Xiaoxiang?
Su Shi's:
Jiang Chengzi Mao Yi remembers the dream of the 20th day of the first month.
Ten years of life and death are two boundless. Never think, never forget. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
When night came, my dream suddenly came home. Xiao Xuan window, get dressed. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.
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Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of light wine,
Why did you object to him, coming late and rushing? Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!
Red lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was full of the West Building.
Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. I can't eliminate this situation, but I frown, but I care.
Fog filled the clouds, and the days were spent in sorrow. Kapoor was among the birds in the incense burner. The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night.
Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Do not die. West wind blinds, people are thinner than yellow flowers.
Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
-Li Qingzhao's "A Piece of Plum"
Red crisp hands, Huangteng wine, Mancheng spring willow.
Dongfeng evil, with a faint heart and a cup of sadness, has been separated for several years.
Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad.
Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books. -Lu You's "Hairpin Phoenix"
The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, and Western jackdaw in the west is shocked.
Acacia knows when to meet, and this night is embarrassing.
-Li Bai's autumn wind poem