What ancient poems describe a person's despair?

1. Du Fu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, sang 500 words from Beijing to Fengxian.

Original text:

He howled as soon as he started, and his youngest son starved to death.

I would rather give up a mourning, and the alley also sobbed.

Being ashamed of being a father led to come to a bad end.

I heard crying as soon as I entered the door. My little son is starving! How can I suppress my sadness? My neighbors are sobbing and crying! I can't tell you how ashamed I am inside. A father can't afford to raise his own children!

2. "The hut was blown by the autumn wind" Tang Dynasty poet Du Fu

Original text:

The children in Nancun bully me, and I can't stand being a thief in the opposite direction and openly carrying Mao into the bamboo forest.

My lips are burnt, my mouth is dry, and I can't breathe. When I came back, I sighed at my staff.

In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark.

This cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and Joule has been lying down and cracking.

There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain.

What's the point of getting wet all night?

A group of children in Nancun bullied me, so they had the heart to be "thieves" to grab things face to face and run into the bamboo forest with thatch. I kept talking, and when I got home, I sighed alone on crutches.

Soon after the wind stopped, the clouds in the sky were as black as ink, and the autumn sky became dark and misty. The cloth quilt has been covered for many years, cold and hard, like an iron plate. The child's sleeping posture is not good and the quilt is broken. In case of rain, there is no dry place in the whole house, and the rain keeps leaking down like drooping hemp thread. I haven't slept much since the Anshi Rebellion. The house is wet and dry. How can we get through the night?

3, "Farewell" Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu

Original text:

Frustrated, he roamed the rivers and lakes with wine, indulging in Wang Xi women's Yu Chuling and Zhao Feiyan's slender waist dancing.

Yangzhou's ten years, like a dream, wake up, but in the brothel women this is a fickle reputation.

Frustrated and down, wandering the rivers and lakes with wine, addicted to the thin waist woman favored by King Chu Ling and Zhao's light dance. Ten years of debauchery in Yangzhou seemed like a dream. When I woke up, I got a fickle reputation among prostitutes.

4, "Empty Capsule" Tang Dynasty poet Du Fu

Original text:

Bai Cui is still bitter, the morning glow is shining. The world is cold, and my way is difficult.

The well is not frozen in the morning, but it is cold without a bed at night. I'm afraid I'll be shy when I'm empty, so I saved a dollar to watch it.

Even though cypress tastes bitter and the morning glow is high, it can still be eaten as a meal. Most people in the world drag out an ignoble existence, so it is difficult for me to observe discipline. There is no fire in the morning, the well water freezes, and it is difficult to keep out the cold without clothes at night. Too poor to be afraid of jokes, you still have to leave a penny in your bag.

5. A gift given to Yangshan people by Li Bai, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, after driving to a hot spring.

Original text:

Teenagers are down and out between Chu and Han, and the dust is bleak and bitter.

I said I didn't care who Ge was, and urged him to close the door.

When I was young, I was down and out in the Chu-Han area, and I was treated coldly everywhere, living in the dust and unhappy. Who can say what he says, but who can say what he does? I had to sigh, close the door and stay at home.