Tears leaned against the floor and talked alone frequently. When Shuang Yan comes, will you meet strangers?
Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.
No words care for each other, only a thousand tears.
It is estimated that the heartbroken place, the moonlit night, and the short Matsuoka every year.
Mandarin ducks on both sides of the strait fly to two places. When will they meet?
Don't waste the tears from the east wind. Acacia is hard to express, dreams and souls are helpless, but returning is.
Looking around, lonely and sad.
It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.
How can you beat him with three glasses of light wine? It's too late in the wind.
Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Haggard, who can pick it now?
Looking out the window, how can you be alone?
The phoenix tree is raining and dripping at dusk.
This time, what a sad sentence!
And Su Dongpo's, this one is in memory of his dead wife.
Ten years of life and death are boundless, thoughtless and unforgettable;
Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
These two sentences are extremely bleak.
I also like a sentence: everything is done by people, and tears flow first.
In addition, there is another sentence in Daiyu's ci of burying flowers: If you don't lament for me, I don't know when the flowers will fall and people will die!
2. Poems describing the sadness of characters
1, tearful eyes asked flowers for silence, and flew over the swing with red.
2. 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, the wind has lived in the dust fragrant flowers, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
4, Mo Dao does not forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
5. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
6. The belt is getting wider and wider. It's worth getting tired for my coquetry.
7, looking for, cold and clear, miserable.
8. Holding hands and looking at tears, I sobbed silently, thinking and thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, the twilight is heavy.
9. Lonely boudoir, gentle heart and sadness. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.
10, how much sadness can there be, just like a river flowing eastward.
1 1 But since the water is still flowing, let's raise our glasses to drown our sorrows, even though we use swords.
12, I heard that Shuangxi is not bad in spring, and I plan to do canoeing. I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried.
13, 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.
14, white hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard.
15, if life is just like the first time, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan?
16, a teacher reveals his real name, which is almost the same for thousands of years.
17, if two feelings last for a long time, it is still a matter of time.
18, speechless and alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree is locked in the deep courtyard.
19, I have long compared my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon clears the canal.
20. Yellow flowers are everywhere. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark?
2 1, suddenly looking back, that person was there, () the lights were dim.
22. Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow, and they say new words.
23, wine becomes sorrow, tears become acacia.
On the 24th, from Zhongtian to Qian Fan, the oblique light pulse is long.
25, the spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease, and you can see Chang' an flowers in one day.
26, Dongli wine after dusk, there is a dark fragrance full of 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.
27, autumn wind and autumn rain are embarrassing!
28. The passing clouds and smoke are scattered with the wind, and the golden top pine. On-off, on-off, on-off love in the world is fruitless. All my thoughts fade away, and I only admire the monks in the world. I Buddha has compassion to save suffering, and I am willing to cross all beings in an empty door.
3. Express a sad poem and cry at night.
Nan Tang Li Yu
The flowers in the forest have withered,
Too hasty,
Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late.
Cochineal tears,
Stay drunk,
When does it weigh,
Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.
Meet Huan
Nan Tang Li Yu
Go to the west wing without saying a word,
The moon is like a hook,
Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.
Keep cutting,
The reason is still confusing,
It's sadness,
It's not just the general taste.
I think Li Yu's later works are quite consistent.
4. What poems describe sadness? Su Shi's Jiangchengzi.
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.
The autumn wind enters the court tree, and the lone guest smells it first. -autumn wind introduction in Yuxi, Liu Tang
The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border. Wu Ge Qiu Ge at Midnight by Tang Li Bai.
Unconsciously, dusk enveloped the castle peak, and the autumn clouds were bleak, covering the dusk sky. -Tang Li Bai, "Listening to the Monks of Shu State Playing the Piano"
The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start. -Don Cheung's Qiu Si.
Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses. -Ma Yuan Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha Qiu Si"
Autumn wind blows the Weihe River and leaves fall all over Chang 'an. -Tang Jiadao's History of Wu Chu in Jiang Yi.
Autumn wind rises in Bai Yunfei, the plants are yellow, and the geese return to the south. -Liu Han Che's autumn wind poem
Falling leaves and westerly winds make people thin. -Song Xin Qiqi "Showing Hate"
It's autumn. It's half reed flower and half Polygonum flower. -Geng's "Jiangcun is a matter"
Cold wind destroys trees and frost turns green. -Han Yuefu's ancient poem "Ancient Poetry is Jiao Zhongqing's Wife"
5. Sad and beautiful poems, I was worried that Sanskrit's sentimentality would be damaged, and I was afraid that going into the mountains was a mistake.
The world is safe and secure, so don't let the Tathagata down! First, it is best not to meet each other, so you can not fall in love. Second, it is best not to know each other, so that you can not miss each other.
Third, it is best not to accompany you, so you don't owe each other. Fourth, it is best not to cherish each other, so that you can not remember each other.
Fifth, it is best not to fall in love, so as not to dislike each other. Sixth, it is best not to face each other, so there is no need to meet.
Seventh, it is best not to make mistakes, so as to make mistakes. Eighth, it is best not to promise each other, so you can not continue.
Ninth, it's best not to depend on each other, so you don't have to lean together. Tenth, it's best not to meet each other, so we don't have to be together.
But we met as soon as we met, but we never met when we met. Andrew and Jun are absolutely in harmony, so they won't teach life and death to be lovesick.
The grass is on the grass, the dew is early, and the old building grows new. Lying in an empty bed and listening to the rain in the south window, who picks up the lamp at night to mend clothes (He Zhu's "Partridge Sky") nostalgia, Lan Zhou urges.
Holding hands and looking at each other with tears, I cried without words (Rain Bell by Liu Yong). Affection hurts parting since ancient times, not to mention the clear autumn festival (Rain Bell by Liu Yong) has passed, which should have been a good early scene in name only. Even if the amorous feelings last for thousands of minutes, who should I tell (Liu Yong's "Lin Yuling")? I should have known it myself (Liu Yong's "Youth Tour")?
I regret that I didn't lock the carved saddle (Liu Yong's Ding Feng) in the residual light of the grass, and no one would lean on the railing and be silent. (Liu Yong's "Dead Hua Lian") The belt is getting wider and wider, and it will not go out, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
(Liu Yong's "Butterfly Loves Flowers") The fragrance is not in the core, the fragrance is not in the calyx, and the fragrance is in the bone (Yan by Chao Buzhi). Who knows (Mrs. Wei's "Wu") gaunt and tired in the south of the Yangtze River, unbearable, anxious to get back together (Zhou Bangyan's "Man Ting Fang"), looking at the moon pavilion with his hand, and smelling the flute on the bridge. It is already midnight in the city. The horse is slippery and frozen, so it is better to have a rest. It's better to walk less (Zhou Bangyan's youth brigade). It's like Iraq. How can it be like a slave loss (an isolated spirit)? Only Guanshan is thousands of miles away, when will Su Guangtong (Jiang Shenzi of Xie Yi) sail to Wan Liyun? Send a lonely soul and your eyes will be cut off.
Who sings the golden thread for me (He Xinlang of Ye Mengde)? I hate you, not the moon, not the north and south, not things. East, west, north and south, only each other.
I hate you, but I've been on the river for a month, and I'm still losing money when I'm full. When it is full, it is still a loss. When is the reunion (Lv Benzhong's Mulberry Picking)? It is better to warm the sun and lose to Yingying Yanyan.
The courtyard is full of flower curtains, and the heartbroken grass is far away (Zhu Jinmen). He sits alone, advocates enjoying alone and lying alone. Standing is frustrating, but touching people (Zhu's "delicate magnolia") is naive and not afraid of people guessing, and sleeping with him is pregnant.
When I was leaving, I was too lazy to come to the dresser again (Zhu's Qing Ping Le) for fear of parting. How many words I want to say and have a rest (Li Qingzhao's Phoenix Stage), but the water in front of the building, I should miss you and stare at you all day. Seeing the place has added new worries since then (Li Qingzhao's "Recalling Feng Tai to Blow the Flute"). The west wind blinds, people are thinner than yellow flowers (Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flowers"). Now, with the cold wind, the temple is afraid to go out at night.
It is better to look under the curtain and listen to people's laughter (Li Qingzhao's "Forever Happiness"). When it is cold and lonely, it is most difficult to rest (Li Qingzhao's Slow Voice). Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can we beat him? It's late and urgent (Li Qingzhao's Slow Voice). This time, how can we get a sad word (Li Qingzhao's Slow Voice)? We should pay attention to Yao Qin, who will listen when there are few bosom friends (Yue Fei's The Hill)? It is even more important.
The lights in the banana window outside the window are infinite. 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. (Si Wan Yong's "Sauvignon Blanc") Dongfeng Xie, with a subtle sense of joy and a melancholy mood, left Suo for several years.
Wrong, wrong, wrong (Lu You's "Hairpin Phoenix") Spring is the same, people are empty, tears are full (Lu You's "Hairpin Phoenix"), peach blossoms fall, and the pool is idle. Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu.
Mo, Mo and Mo (Lu You's "Hairpin Phoenix") are lonely at dusk, and there is more wind and rain (Lu You's "Bu Operator"), and everyone is jealous. Scattered into mud, ground into dust, only the fragrance remains unchanged (Lu You's "Bu Operator"), only the dream soul can reunite, and the dream can not be made (Lu You's "Dead Hua Lian"). I'm not afraid of silver and steel, but I'm afraid of the wind and rags (Lu You's Die in Hua Lian). I'm afraid spring has already opened, not to mention countless red flowers (Xin Qiji's "Fishing"
I look forward to seeing you again in the Ming Dynasty. We should also be surprised to ask: How many buildings in Fahua (Xin Qiji's Nian Nu Jiao) have been deserted recently? Old You Yanfei can say (Xin Qiji's Nian Nu Jiao) that teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the next floor.
Fall in love with the floor and worry about adding new words. Now that I know what it's like to worry, I want to talk about it.
I want to say that I still have a rest, but it's a cool autumn (Xin Qiji's ugly slave) and nobody cares. What's more, who advised Ti Ying to stop (Xin Qiji's Near Zhu Yingtai), because he brought the sadness of spring, but he didn't know what to do in spring (Xin Qiji's Near Zhu Yingtai). Looking back, the man was there. It's hard to let go of sorrow (Jiang Kui's "Long Pavilion"), Leng Xiang flew to poetry (Jiang Kui's "Nian Nu Jiao") for a long time, and was dyed by acacia in early spring (Jiang Kui's "Walking on the Sand"). Before spring is green, he has his temples first. We leave for too long, and slowly all the pain will be forgotten by time.
I don't know who made me miss that evening, that happy reunion night. Only you and I can understand this feeling. (Jiang Kui's "Partridge Sky") The green carving is easy to cry, and the red calyx is silent and nostalgic (Jiang Kui's "Dimfragrance") is nothing like the spring breeze. No matter what it is, the golden house has been sorted out long ago.
He also taught a song "Go with the Flow", but complained that Yulong's elegy (Jiang Kui's "Thin Shadow") was on the verge of breaking the shore and a new green was born; This is a place that turns red with sadness. I remember the flowers blossoming in the front door and cutting the lights in the middle of the night (Shi Dazu's Luo Qixiang), worried that Cui Dai's eyebrows would be damaged. I am lonely every day (Shi Dazu's "Double Words"), and there is a dark green road in front of the building. There is a trace of willow and an inch of tenderness (Wu Wenying's "The Wind Into the Pine"), so I can't spend my honeymoon with melancholy, and the moss rises in the quiet step overnight (Wu Wenying
6. Poems describing bleak artistic conception are full of Jiang Hong [Yue Fei]
Angry hair rushing to the crown, leaning on the fence and drizzling.
Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce.
Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon.
Don't be idle, grow old together and be unhappy.
Jingkang shame, still not snow; When will the courtiers regret it?
Driving a long car, Helan Mountain is neglected.
Hungry, hungry, eating pork, laughing, thirsty for Hun blood.
Leave it at the beginning and clean up the old mountains and rivers. Chaotianque
Shui long yin Deng healthy Yangxin ge
Xin Qiji
In autumn, the south is empty and desolate, the river flows with the sky, and autumn is even more boundless.
Seeing the mountains in the distance will only cause me sadness and resentment at the end of the country. These mountains are like a hairpin and a spiral coil on a woman's head.
The sun in the west leans against this floor, and geese are barking in the distant sky. I am wandering in the south of the Yangtze River, homesick for a wanderer.
I watched Wu Gou, made a column, and no one attended.
Don't say that the bass is ugly. Zephyr and Jiying haven't come back yet?
People like Xu Si who only buy land for themselves should be ashamed to see Liu Bei who is brilliant and complete in these two aspects.
Unfortunately, time passes like running water. I'm really worried about the country's ups and downs. As Huan Wen said, the trees have grown so much!
Who is calling for money, red scarf and green sleeves, heroic tears!
Appreciation of The Mermaid by Li Yu
Yu Meiren Li Yu
When is the spring flower and autumn moon, 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.
The jade carving should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed it.
How much sadness can you have? It's just a river flowing eastward.
Huanxisha Romance
A new song and a glass of wine, the weather was old last year.
When will the sunset come back?
There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns.
I'm still alone in the fragrant garden path
Meet in
Silently alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook, and the solitary phoenix tree locks the autumn in the deep courtyard.
Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. It's not just the general taste.
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The flowers in the forest withered in spring, which was too hasty.
Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late.
Cochineal tears, leaving people drunk (staying drunk), when heavy,
Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.
Liu Yong Yulinling
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped.
Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start.
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.
Affectionate since ancient times, parting hurts the body, more comparable to the cold autumn festival!
Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon.
This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only.
Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together?
Liu Yong was born in Ganzhou.
Facing the rain from the sky, a piece of washed autumn scenery on the river is particularly cold.
The bleak frost wind is tight, the river surface of the mountains and rivers is deserted, and the setting sun shines on the tall buildings.
Red flowers wither everywhere, and all the beautiful scenery gradually disappears.
Only the surging Yangtze River flows eastward silently.
Without the heart to climb the distance and overlook the distant home, it is difficult to gather the desire to go home.
Sighing where these years have gone, why do you have to stay in a strange land for a long time?
How many times have you missed beauty makeup, and God knows when you come home?
Fighting for me, leaning against the railing, I'm worried.
These are all good, not very disgusting, except for Yue Fei, Xin Qiji is an uninhibited school, and his poems are more atmospheric.
Later, Liu Yong and Li Yu were graceful and graceful, and their poems were feminine.
7. Very Sad Poems Ran Ran is a stranger to the East and the West, and her charming soul can't be found for a few days.
Mi Jia Yu Ke Ban Xin, Ye Ye advocates always getting to know each other. Warm, peach trees are late in the west, and peaches stand together.
Where's the dragon and the phoenix? This is also a puzzling mystery. Drunk is like the dawn, and the dream is broken.
I'm worried that the iron net will cover the coral and open the sea. The belt is ruthless and wide, and the spring smoke is white.
I don't know whether yan dan has breached Shi Tian, but I hope I can get a prison lock. When Luo Wei was arrested, the fragrant muscles were cold and wrinkled.
Today, the east wind is invincible, turning into light into the west sea. The rain curtain in front of the summer pavilion is not sad, and the back hall is shaded by trees.
The scenery in Shicheng is yellow, and it is empty at midnight. The silk fan calls the wind into the sky, and the waves spin gently.
Does Shu Soul have a lonely companion? A few nights later, kapok bloomed. The ghost palace finally got light from the shadows, and Yan Xunlan whispered softly.
I taught Han Yin to throw himself into his arms, but I didn't send Xing Fei to come and go. What is the source of turbid water and clear waves? The river is clear and the Yellow River is turbid.
Andrew lifted his skirt in the mist and took a cloud chariot to call Taijun. The autumn moon waves are getting wet, and the cold toad falls into the stars.
The cloud screen does not move to hide loneliness, and the west building is in a hurry to fly kites all night. I want to weave acacia flowers and send them far away, but I miss each other all day long.
But when I heard the sound of Beidou, I didn't see the clarity and shallowness of the long river. Goldfish lock off the red laurel spring, and the ancient wind and dust are full of Yuanyang Yin.
Sadly, the small garden is a long road, and Yushu has no sympathy for national subjugation. The lyre's possession of Chu Nong is getting colder and thinner.
Night fright frost parrot with curtain hook, evokes the dream of South Cloud circling the cloud. Ding joined the ruler element and recorded the acquaintance of Xiangchuan.
Song lip held the rain all his life, but it was a pity that the fragrance was in his hand. In winter, the sun rises and sets in the west, and the female phoenix flies alone, and the female dragon is few.
Qingxi Baishi is not opposite, and the class is far away. The frozen wall is covered with frost, the fragrant roots are broken, and the heart is dead.
The waves beat the toad, and the moon moths may not be beautiful. Chu Guan is full of worries, and the empty city dances with his waist.
At that time, Huan was performing in the palm of his hand, and his peach root was a twin sister. Broken scorpions are cold, and white jade swallows golden cicadas.
When the windmill rains, the horse won't support it, and the candle cries red and complains. Jinse Li Shangyin I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, each with a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring. Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it. Untitled second Li Shangyin's east wind started to rain, and the wheels outside the Lotus Pool rang faintly.
There is also a locked golden toad incense burner. Cigarettes are elegantly wrapped, like pulleys in a jade pot, and the traction rope is pumped into the well water. Wang Wei dreamed that she was a beautiful young girl. Wang Wei had a pillow dream and wrote a poem.
Does the human heart have to bloom in spring like all other flowers? Even if this bright flame of love, should it only be ashes? . Wearing white clothes in the spring rain, but I only think about Baimancheng, where I can't go.
There are two red mansions facing the cold, covered by rain, and a pearl curtain lamp shakes my lonely heart and goes home. The long road ahead will be full of new difficulties, in the middle of the night, the interval of short dreams.
Oh, I'm sending you this message, these jade earrings! I saw a lonely goose in a cloud three thousand miles away. Untitled deep mourning, Mochou Hall, partying all night.
The Wushan goddess of Chu was originally a dream; Qingxi is the residence of my sister-in-law, and there is no lang here. I am a weak lingzhi, biased by storms; I'm Lingfang, but I don't have any fragrant leaves.
I know that this kind of love will not have any result, and melancholy is frivolous. Untitled time was long before I met her, but it was longer than after we parted, and the east wind rose and flowers fell.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will turn to ashes before tears dry. In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! . Untitled a wisp of faint phoenix tail yarn, the fragrance is multiplied, and the Biwen dome meets the night.
It's too late to cover up the encounter with a fan; But you drove by, speechless. Once lonely, how far can a pomegranate flower whisper? .
I will tie my horse to a willow tree by the river, where will I stay in the southwest? Stay in the Rockfall Pavilion, and send a message to Cui Yong, Zhuwu, with clean water and clear thresholds, and Acacia is separated from the city. Autumn cloudy frost flies late, leaving residual lotus to listen to the rain.
One rainy night, I wrote to a friend in the north, asking you that the return date was undecided, and the rain rose to Qiuchi in the evening. When will I go back, I will watch snuff at the west window, face to face, and the smell of evening rain.
The guest in the grade room left, Petals, confused in my little garden. The flower shadow is confused by the winding path; Overlooking the petal dance reflects the afterglow of the sunset.
My heart is too small to sweep away the fallen flowers; Looking forward to spring, but returning in a hurry. Flower lovers who love flowers will naturally blame spring for leaving too early; When spring comes to an end, flowers and flowers only shed tears.
Description: This is a poem I copied from other people's prose: Joy and Sadness. Happiness means liking someone. Even if two people can't be together, I just want to be close to her This is also happiness. Sadness is being alone, but not being together. I just want to live quietly.
There are always some people in Who smiles and pretends not to be sad. They look happy, smiling and carefree all day, like children. They will say that playing is my greatest pleasure, and I like playing very much. When there are many people, there is always a smile on their faces, and many people will envy them. However, this is actually their most sad place. They don't want others to see their sad side, let alone be alone. Because in the dead of night, he doesn't know what will happen to a person. Sitting at the window, thinking about the past, no one can understand. Thinking of seemingly happy people will shed a sad face and become a river. Weave a dazzling night burial. When sadness flows into the river, some things just pass by. The world is small, sad, hateful, even more ridiculous, mixed with love and hate, tragic, unchangeable, unclear, ignorant and more unforgettable. Yesterday, the flowers withered, the leaves fell, and autumn was in full bloom. Today, the water is frozen and the wind is cold. Flying around on the swing, watching the sadness, our sadness is so strong, the failure of a relationship, my mood has fallen to the bottom, and my world has become dim in an instant. His departure made me heartless. What he left behind was a cold figure, which once said eternity, the seas run dry and the rocks crumble. In the end, it's just empty, but it's true. Who really cares about these sweet beginnings and bitter endings? Who will clean up this unbearable situation? It was raining lightly on the day of parting, and we stayed quietly for a long time under the dim street lamp. In the silent night, who dedicated death to the youth who loved sadness? Who has shed tears in the sea; There are no eagles flying high in the blue sky, and seagulls flying so low. "Who melted my sadness?" Dreamed of a night of snow, sunny and purple in March.
When all is silent, the white world is printed in your eyes through the cracks in the curtains, oh! It's really snow in Wan Li, and mountains and rivers are two worlds overnight! There you are at last! So I got out of bed in a hurry, so that I put on my clothes backwards; Wash in a hurry, but forget to dress up. Distant memories appear at this moment, and I seem to have returned to the snowy countryside in the north, a long-lost hill.
It's not that there are a few steam sounds around, sadness, fallen leaves, what is the "sad reality" in autumn? Dreams are endless.
8. What poems describe "desolation"? 1. How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward. -Interpretation of Li Zhi's When is Youth Beauty, Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon: How many worries can there be? It's like a spring flowing eastward.
2. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. -Li Shangyin's Untitled was long before I met her, but it was longer than after we parted. Interpretation: Spring silkworms spit all their silks until they die.
The sunset is infinitely beautiful and buried by the coming night. -Li Shangyin's Interpretation of Leyuan Scenic Area: The sunset is beautiful, but it is near dusk.
4. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you. -Interpretation of Gao Shi's Two Poems of Biedong University: No worries about the road ahead and no confidants. Everyone in the world doesn't know you.
5. Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud will protect flowers. -Interpretation of Gong Zizhen's "Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems": Falling flowers are not things that have no feelings, but turn into soil to protect flowers.
6. Frosty night, Jiang Feng, fishing and sleeping. -Zhang Ji's "Night Sleeping by the Maple Bridge" Interpretation: The moon sets, crows crow, the weather is cold all over the sky, worrying about sleeping by the maple tree and fishing by the fire.
7. Everything is for nothing, and tears flow first. -Interpretation of "Wuling Spring Festival Evening" by Li Qingzhao: Spring leaves and summer comes, and flowers bloom and fall, lasting forever. Only sad people and sad things make me sad. When I think about this, I will burst into tears before I open my mouth.
8. But before he conquered, he died. Since then, heroes have been crying on their coats. -Interpretation of Du Fu's "Shu Xiang": It's a pity that starting an army to attack Wei and dying in the army often makes heroes of all ages cry!
9. Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness. -Interpretation of Du Fu's "Spring Hope": Affectionate state affairs, tears can't help splashing, birds are thrilling, and you don't hate it.
10 But since the water is still flowing, let's raise our glasses to drown our sorrows, even though we use swords. -Interpretation of Li Bai's "Xuanzhou Xie Lou Farewell to the School Book Shu Yun": More water is pumped under the knife, but the more you drink, the more you worry.
9. What poems describe sadness? 1, Shi's Jiangchengzi is a work of life and death for ten years. If you don't think about it, you will never forget it. A lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is nowhere to talk about it. Even if you meet, you should not know, your face is dusty and your temples are like frost.
2, Liu Tang Yuxi "Autumn Wind Biography" came to Tingshu, and I heard it for the first time.
3, Ma Yuan Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha Qiu Si" withered vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, old roads and thin horses.
4, the car "Autumn Wind Poetry" autumn wind, grass and trees fall yellow, geese return to the south.
5, Qing Nalan Xingde's "Zhao Jun Complaint" is another pear flower, embroidering cold tonight. Silence locks the door of Zhu, and dreams are kind.
First, the original text of "Jiangchengzi": Ten years of life and death two, I forgot without thinking. 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. At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. 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.
They have been dead for a lifetime, separated for ten years, but they miss each other but are at a loss and can't meet each other. I don't want to miss myself, but I can't forget it. His wife's lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to tell her sadness. Even if we meet, we shouldn't know each other, because I'm running around, dusty and cold.
At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown in a vague dream, only to see my wife dressing up in front of the mirror in the small window. The two men looked at each other, and they didn't know where to start with a thousand words, only tears fell thousands of lines in relative silence. It stands to reason that the grave mountain with the bright moon and small pine trees is where I miss my wife every year.
Second, the original "Autumn Wind Guide": Where is the autumn wind? Xiao Xiao sent the goose. When the morning light enters the courtyard, lonely guests smell it first.
Autumn wind blows from nowhere, and flocks of geese are brought in rustling. In the early morning, the autumn wind blows to the trees in the courtyard, and the lonely traveler hears the sound of the autumn wind for the first time.
Third, "Tianjingsha Qiu Si" Original: Dead vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, old roads and thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
At dusk, a group of crows landed on an old tree with withered vines and made a piercing cry. Under the small bridge, the running water jingles, and the farmhouse next to the small bridge raises smoke. On the ancient road, a thin horse struggled against the west wind. The sunset gradually lost its luster and set from the west. On a cold night, only lonely travelers wander in the distance.
Fourth, "Autumn Poem" Original: Autumn wind starts in Bai Yunfei, and the grass falls and the geese return to the south. You have beautiful orchids, beautiful chrysanthemums and beautiful women. You can't forget it. Pan-built boats to help Fenhe River, wandering around. Flute drums sing, joys and sorrows. When will you be young?
Autumn wind blows gently, Bai Yunfei. The grass and trees are yellow, and the geese return to the south. Beautiful orchids and fragrant chrysanthemums. Missed beauty, unforgettable. Boating on the Fenhe River and paddling to raise white waves. Playing flute and drums is too much fun. The days of youth have long passed, and it has nothing to do with aging.
Fifth, the original text of "Zhao Jun's resentment": Who deeply forbids cherishing spring, and Yao's steps stand. The sound of orchestral strings in other hospitals is unclear. Another pear flower to thank, embroidering the cold spring tonight. Silence locks the door of Zhu, and dreams are kind.
Who cares about the beautiful spring scenery in the palace? At night, she stood on the stone steps for a long time. The sound of orchestral music came from another hospital, which was vague. It's time for pear blossoms to wither again, and tonight's embroidery quilt is still chilly in spring. Lock Zhumen, there is no one here. In the dream, she was favored by the king.