Poems about sadness 1. What are the poems about sadness?
Fog filled the clouds, and the days were spent in sorrow. Kapoor was among the birds in the incense burner.
How much sadness can you have?
Looking around, lonely and sad. This time, what a sad sentence?
Looking forward to spring sorrow, the sky is dark.
Frowning and sadness.
Being by the river, I can't stop crying and have a lot on my mind.
Don't worry about selling wine, you have money in your pocket.
The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
There is always a traitor in power, like covering the sky, and Chang' an is depressed when he can't see it.
Smoked a thousand miles of dreams, but ruthless.
Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
Whose flute blows out deep sadness?
Looking at the place, I have added new worries since then.
Bonus is perishable, like Nong Italy, and infinite water is like Nong sorrow.
How can we avoid the sadness and hate in life and what is the limit of solitude!
Raise a glass to drown your sorrows.
When does the Populus euphratica stop? Tears and sadness are broken first.
Before, I was tired of perfume bottles. Today, fragrant bottles are afraid of shallowness.
The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears.
Sadness is inch by inch, and it is hard to make yourself intoxicated if you want to drown your sorrows in wine.
I got drunk for no reason. Tears come before wine.
Worry is endless, and the distance is like spring water.
How much leisure do you have?
The belt is getting wider and wider, and it will never go out, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
Looking at that place, I added a new sadness from now on.
Dreams are hard to achieve, and hatred is hard to level. People who don't care don't like to hear it, and the empty steps fall.
Dong Feng Xie, who is in a bad mood, has been very depressed in recent years. No, no, no.
Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, exhausted, and has to withstand the wind and rain.
I am not afraid of silver and steel, but I am worried about the wind and clothes.
Leisure is the most bitter, don't lean on the dangerous fence, the sun sets, and the future is bright.
It was he who brought the sadness of spring, but he didn't understand where it would go.
It's hard to shake off sadness.
I can't spend my honeymoon in melancholy, and the moss rises on the steps overnight.
A piece of spring sorrow is waiting for the wine to pour, the boat on the river shakes, and the curtain moves upstairs.
It hurts to think of the past when spring comes to worry about the rain.
Recalling the past, a little east wind, the wind across the curtain, the eyebrows are sad.
Adding water to the river will make sadness fuller, straighter and farther.
When you are sad, you will find blue sky and yellow land.
Where to synthesize sadness? Leave people's hearts to autumn.
Loneliness and sadness, but also self-dispatch, self-control sadness.
Birds are startled, flowers are splashing with tears, and mountains and rivers are locked in deep spring.
2. Lyrics of Mao Zedong.
Li Qingzhao-"Wulingchun" is full of fragrant flowers and tired 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. Li Qingzhao-"The Sound Slow" searched and searched, cold and clear, sad and miserable.
It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses of light wine, how can you beat him? It's too late in the wind. Yan Guo is also the saddest thing, but he is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor, but they are worn out. Who can pick them 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-When is the spring flower and autumn moon in Young Beauty, and how much is known about the past.
The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon. Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them.
Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.
3. Seek ancient poems with sadness and feelings.
I would like to be the southwest wind and die in your arms. What should I do if your arms are not open?
-Cao Zhi's "Seven Sorrow" asks how much leisure, a Sichuan cigarette, a city full of wind, plum yellow rain. -He Zhu's "Walking on the Sand" Yan Lai's message is unfounded and it is difficult to dream a long way. Hate is like spring grass, but it still exists.
-Li Yu's "Bai Qing Pingle" looks easy to look difficult. Running water is gone, and spring is gone.
-Li Yu's "Langtaosha" is from Shui Piao, with one kind of lovesickness and two kinds of leisure worries. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
-Li Qingzhao's "A Cut of Plum" asked for flowers with tears and flew over the swing. -Ouyang Xiu's "Recent Flowers" is all about this matter, and there is no intention to avoid it.
-Fan Zhongyan's "Yu Jie Xing" wants to send thousands of tears of acacia, which is inexhaustible and specializes in Chu Jiangdong. -Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi" has no choice but to return to the heart and go to the end of the world with flowing water.
-Qin Guan's "Looking at the Tide of the Sea" is exhausted, and spring rain is more harmful to spring. It is better to pity the people in front of you. -Yan Shu's "Huanxisha" is helpless. As if I met Yan's return, the small garden wandered alone.
-Yan Shu's "Huanxisha" Shan Yue doesn't know what she is thinking. The water and wind blow down the flowers in front of her eyes and sway the blue clouds. -Wen Tingyun's "Looking at Jiangnan" is always ruthless, and it is dripping until dawn before the next stage.
-Jie Jiang's Yu Meiren ...................................................................................................................................................................
4. Seek poetry with sadness and helplessness.
Ji Zi > Qingqing is your collar, YY is my miss.
If I didn't go to see you, didn't you get my letter? Green is what you wear, and leisurely is my feeling. If I never visit you, can't you take the initiative? Come on, always open your eyes, on this high tower.
A day without seeing your face seems as long as March! Autumn wind ci Li Bai autumn wind is clear, autumn moon is bright, leaves gather and disperse, and western Western jackdaw is surprised.
It's embarrassing to meet each other on blind dates; When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick. Long-term lovesickness seems to be a memory, but short-term lovesickness is infinite. If I had known this, I wouldn't have known him. Jinse Li Shangyin, I don't know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a flowery interval. In daydreaming, Zhuangzi, a saint of youth, was bewitched by butterflies. The emperor's longing for love was crying in the cuckoo, the mermaid was crying in the green sea of the moon, the blue fields were breathing their jade in the sun, and an eternal moment came and met again before I knew it. Li Yu went to the west wing alone, and the moon was like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.
Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. It's not just the general taste.
Qin Guan, the fairy son of Queqiao, is clever, and the flying stars spread grievances, and both silver and Chinese are dark. When you meet, you will win, but there are countless people in the world.
Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge. If two kinds of feelings last for a long time, they are still there, cold and sad.
The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest. All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them.
Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.
Love hurts and leaves since ancient times. What's more, it is a cold autumn festival.
Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying. After the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scene.
Customs are strange, who to talk to. A prune, Li Qingzhao, red lotus root, residual jade in 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 from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is nothing I can do to get rid of this situation, but I frown, but I am worried and ashamed about the cover of the tallest building in my heart.
Remember for a long time, swim on your shoulders. The skirt covers the stockings and peach blossoms, and the thin shirt lightly fans the apricot blossom building.
Travel several times, get drunk several times, stay several times. Unexpectedly, the spring breeze is broken.
Unexpectedly, the clouds also dispersed. Old days are easy, but hate is hard to pay.
Bees don't understand people's sufferings and swallows don't understand people's worries. When will the old love be over? Even if we meet, we should not know. Our faces are covered with dust and our temples are frosty.
From the first sentence, I was immersed in the sad atmosphere created by Su Shi and couldn't get out. ) and a moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
(Sadness is mostly due to helplessness ...) At this door last year, peach blossoms set each other off. I don't know where to go. Peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.
Things have changed, and naturally there is a special sadness. That's a real pity. There are infinite painters in the world, and a sad painting can't be painted.
(Don't say anything, 555555) Looking around, it's deserted and terrible. It's the hardest time to rest when it's warm and cold.
There are seven consecutive overlapping words at the beginning of the sentence, and all the adjectives that can describe chaos and desolation are used up. ) the tree wants to be quiet and the wind will not stop, and the son wants to be filial and the relatives are not there.
(sad, because this is the truth ...) It is better to know me like this than to have no life. There is no happiness in life. If you were not born in an extremely miserable and difficult environment, how could you be so desperate? )
Four machines, Yuanyang wants Qi Fei, and the poor old man turns white (or helpless ...) wine into homesick tears first.
(Raise a glass to drown your sorrows. ) the poor bones by the wuding river are still living in dreams.
Only by comparing this sentence did I realize how powerless those anti-war songs in the west are. ) Life and death are generous.
Hold your hand and grow old with your son. Loyal feelings in plain) If you don't listen to the leaves beating in the forest, why not sing and walk slowly.
Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life. No one is more straightforward, open-minded and calm than him. )
Xiao Lang was a passer-by as soon as Houmen entered the sea. (I'm glad to have it, but I can't give up my love. Life is seven bitter, and one sentence takes two seats. )
He joined the army at the age of fifteen and didn't come back until he was eighty. I couldn't help crying at first sight. )
Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor and worry about adding new words.
Now I know the taste of sadness, and I want to talk about it, but I want to talk about it, but it is a cool autumn. (The sadness that can be said is not sadness ...) Gambling books spilled tea, which was just unusual at that time.
You don't know how to cherish until you lose it, but you can't go back. I fell in love with Nalanxingde because of this sentence. But he didn't find the person he was looking for in two places. Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring.
(Good persistence ...) Julian Waghann Beiding Central Plains Day, family sacrifice is hopeless. (Lu Fangweng's poem in his later years, the first cry of blood, this one is particularly distressing, and so it is after he died. )
Fortunately, we don't forget each other (a sentence written by a woman in the Han Dynasty to her lover is a relic of the Han Dynasty unearthed in a quicksand in the western regions. A few figures are concise, and there are thousands of words in my heart, but only these four words are gently said. )
If life is just like the first time, you don't have to draw a fan in the autumn wind. The vagaries of life are always the source of sadness. )
Drunk in the battlefield, you don't laugh. How many people fought in ancient times? Heroism is tragic, and masculinity is vivid on paper. )
Live like a hero and die like a ghost. Today, people still miss Xiang Yu because he refused to live and returned to the East.
It is hard to imagine that such heroic poems are written by a weak woman who has always been famous for her elegance and delicacy. Have you ever noticed that the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is silky black in the morning, has turned into snow at night.
Look through the old photos of ten years ago and see what parents look like. ) others laugh at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not wearing it.
I didn't see the tomb of Wulin heroes, no flowers, no wine and no hoes. (I always thought it was Tang Yin's sad life, but Gao Ming was sad but not hurt, laughing and cursing, which showed that he was still childlike. )
Evil, I want to know you, and I want to live a long life. There is no mausoleum in the mountains, the river is exhausted, there is Lei Zhen in winter, and there is rain and snow in summer. Only when heaven and earth become one can we break with you.
What a brave oath! It was destroyed by Princess Zhu Huan. ) the worries of the world first, the joy of the world later.
Civil servants don't love money, military commanders don't hesitate to die, and the world is peaceful. Alas ... why are we not as good as the ancients? A friend of a gentleman is as light as water, and a sword goes out of Yanjing.
No wonder it is enough to have a bosom friend all your life. The past year should be a good time to exist in name only.
Customs are strange, who to talk to. -Liu Yong's Yulin Ridge is getting wider and wider, and he won't regret it. This is too tiring for Iraq.
-Liu Yong's "Wu Fengqi" is rich in life and death, and he said with Zi Chengtong. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
-Anonymous "The Book of Songs, High Wind and Drumming" If the two feelings are long, it will still be in the morning and evening. -Qin Guan's "Magpie Bridge Fairy" When will Acacia meet? At this point, the night is awkward.
-Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words" has a beauty that I will never forget. If I don't see it for a day, I will think crazily.
Love is a sad poem.
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You live at the head of the Yangtze River and I live at the end of the Yangtze River.
I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water.
Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy
Qingnalanxingde
Autumn clouds are easy to disperse, and swallows sigh.
There is no reason to break up a few times and win a kiss.
Can I send you a letter before the Old Testament frost?
It's better not to think about the past and watch the sunset with a red pillow.
Queqiaoxian
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The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight.
On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife.
Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge.
As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron?
Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy
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Small red print means that business is flat,
It's hard to feel that the geese are in the clouds and the fish are in the water.
The setting sun leans on the west wing alone, and the distant mountain is facing the curtain hook.
People don't know where, but the green waves still flow eastward.
A butterfly in love with flowers
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The threshold chrysanthemum worries about smoke and tears. The curtain is light and cold, and the swallow flies away.
The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate suffering. The morning light slanted on Zhu Hu.
The west wind withered the green trees last night. A person in a tall building can see the end of the world.
I want to send colored stationery and rulers. The mountain is very long and the water is very big!
lily magnolia
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On the grassy old road, he seemed that the couple left me easily and set off.
The bell on the first floor struck the fifth watch, and the sadness in my heart was like being sprinkled in the spring rain in March.
Ruthless people understand the sufferings of affectionate people, and the melancholy of one inch of acacia has become thousands of strands.
Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time.
Philip Burkart people.
Song Yan Dao Ji
Red leaves and yellow flowers are in late autumn, and thousands of miles miss travelers.
After the flood, where can I send books?
Tears are endless, so I spin ink on the inkstone.
I can't write gradually, because I am deeply in this situation, and the red note is colorless.
A butterfly in love with flowers
Song Liu Yong
Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark.
Who will rely on silence in the afterglow of grass smoke?
I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless.
I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
Anxiety; worry
White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard. Li Bai's
Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.
I'm afraid the boat at the stern of Shuangxi can't carry much gloom.
Teenagers do not know the taste of sorrow, fall in love with the floor, fall in love with the floor.
Now I know the taste of sadness, and I want to talk about it, but I want to talk about it, but it is a cool autumn.
Xin Qiji's
But since the water is still flowing, let's raise our glasses to dispel our worries, even though we cut it with our swords!
6. Poetry that expresses the poet's sad feelings
Meng Haoran's "Sleeping at Jiande", my boat is moving forward in the fog, the days are getting shorter and the memories of the old days begin.
How vast the world is, how close the trees are to heaven and how close the moon is to the water! Give their sorrow to Don, who throws a deep sigh in the mud. Mo Yan's guests have no worries, but they must know how to worry and be sad.
Chunchouzhuang's own spring worries are killing his soul, and he can't bear to miss his grandson. The falling flowers are silent and the rain is hazy, and no one in the deep courtyard leans against the door to worry about Tang Du Fu. Cao Jiang cries sorrow every day, and martial arts is not a common thing.
The vortex heron is at the bottom of the bath, and the solitary flowers are distinct. Ten years of military darkness, foreign guests are old and lonely.
Whether Qinshan Mountain in Weishui can see or not will make people sick. It is even more important to worry about sitting in the vulgar field of Du Fu's Gao Zhai in the Tang Dynasty.
In October, the mountains are cold and heavy, and the lonely city is faint. There are many kinds, left bear.
Running in fear all day, I dare not mention the return date. Changle slope gives people sad words. In the Tang Dynasty, pedestrians were divided into north and south roads, and the flowing water met Yugou from east to west.
I hate leaving the slope all day long, and Changle's fame is a long worry.
7. Seek ancient poems with sadness and feelings.
I would like to be the southwest wind and die in your arms. What should I do if your arms are not open? -Cao Zhi's Seven Sorrow
How much leisure, a wisp of smoke, the wind in the city, plum yellow rain. -He Zhu "Walking on the Sand"
Without the evidence of Yan's contacts, it is difficult to return to the dream. Hate is like spring grass, but it still exists. -Li Yu's "Qing Ping Le"
It's easier to see when it's not. Running water is gone, and spring is gone. -Li Yu's "Langtaosha"
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"
Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing. -Ouyang Xiu's "The Recent Flowers"
This bitter waiting is still far away, although it is a long time, there is no way to escape. -Fan Zhongyan's "Yu Jie Xing"
I want to send a thousand tears of acacia, but I can't, Chu Jiangdong. -Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi"
Helpless return to the heart, dark with the water to the end of the world. -Qin Guan's "Looking at the Tide of the Sea"
Instead of missing the distant mountains and rivers, it is better to pity the people in front of you, and the falling flowers and spring rain will hurt spring even more. -Yan Shu's "Huanxisha"
Helpless, let the flowers fall, as if I had met Yan's return, and Xiaoyuan Xiangjing wandered alone. -Yan Shu's "Huanxisha"
I don't know the heart of the mountain and the moon, and the water and wind blow off the flowers in front of me, swaying Yun Lan. -Wen, "Looking at Jiangnan"
Sorrow and joy are always ruthless until dawn. -Jie Jiang's "Young Beauty"
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Too many, I can't remember at the moment, sorry!