Poetry about heartbreak

1. Poems describing sadness 1. Tears ask flowers without words, and red flies over the swing.

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.

2. Poems about Sadness If life is just like the first sight, why is it sad to draw a fan in the autumn wind? Waiting for change is sad, but it makes people feel changeable. Last year's Lantern Festival, the flower market was as bright as day.

The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk. On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year.

I will never see my old friend last year again, and my tears are soaked through my clothes. Today last year, in this door, people's faces and peach blossoms set each other off, making people wonder where to go. Peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.

Red crisp hands, Huangteng wine, Mancheng spring willow. East Wind Evil commemorates his departure with subtle joy and melancholy.

No, no, no! Ten years of life and death are two boundless. Don't think about it.

Unforgettable A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.

When is the spring flower and autumn moon in Yu Meiren? How much do you know about the past? The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the bright moon.

Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them. How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward! Meeting Hua and thanking Chunhong is too hasty.

Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late. Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy.

People naturally hate each other for a long time, and water flows east. Alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook.

Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard, lock clear autumn. Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow.

It's not the general taste, it's in my heart. The voice is searching slowly, cold and desolate, sad and miserable.

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.

3. Poems about sadness: How can you stay alone until dark, and how can you be dark alone? The phoenix tree is raining, desolate and miserable. Who can pick it now? Look out the window, three glasses and two glasses of wine, dribs and drabs.

This time, what a sad sentence! Translation and Annotation Author: Anonymous translation is hard to find, but it is deserted. How can it not make people sad? What is the hardest thing to stop breathing when it is warm and cold? Wild goose crossing also.

Haggard until dusk? It was raining in Mao Mao on the leaves of the plane, and by dusk, it was still dribs and drabs, and I was already exhausted. When it's warm and cold, when the night breeze blows gently? From the song dynasty, Li Qingzhao's "Looking for Slow Sound" is an old acquaintance.

Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. How can such a scene end with a word "sadness"? I am sad.

Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? Who will pick it now? Keeping the window empty is the most difficult to maintain and rest. How to resist the cold wind in the morning after drinking three or two glasses of light wine? A line of geese flew in front of us, which was even more sad, because they were old acquaintances.

Chrysanthemums are piled all over the garden, so we can't beat him.

4. The sentence that describes heartache and heartbreak is that people don't do things, tears flow first.

I know that when I die, everything on earth has nothing to do with me. But the only thing that hurts me is that I failed to see the reunification of the motherland. There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns.

When is it important to shed tears and stay drunk? People grow up and hate water. Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable.

A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk. There is nothing to care about, only a thousand tears. The place where heartbroken is expected every year: moonlit night, short matsuoka. How much sorrow can you have, just like a river flowing eastward.

Looking around, lonely and sad. 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. It's urgent. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.

The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever. You should have a sentence, Wan Liyun, Qian Shan Dusk, who is the only shadow? The most hasty day is to resign from the temple, and the teaching workshop is still playing a farewell song.

Weeping for Gong E, the flowers are dying, the flowers are flying all over the sky, and who has pity if the red disappears and the fragrance breaks? Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears.

Whoever gets drunk at dawn always leaves people with tears. People don't know where to go, but Peach Blossom still adopted Chunfeng with a smile.

5. The poem describing heartbreak is that people don't do things, tears flow first.

I know that when I die, everything on earth has nothing to do with me. But the only thing that hurts me is that I failed to see the reunification of the motherland.

There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns.

When is it important to shed tears and stay drunk? People grow up and hate water.

Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.

Looking after each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears are expected to break the heart every year: moonlit night, short matsuoka.

Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.

Looking around, lonely and sad. 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. It's urgent. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.

The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.

You should have a sentence, Wan Liyun, Qian Shan Dusk, who is the only shadow?

The most hasty day is to resign from the temple, and the teaching workshop is still playing a farewell song. Tears for Gong E.

Flowers fade, flowers fly all over the sky, and who will pity if the red disappears and the fragrance disappears?

Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears.

Whoever gets drunk at dawn always leaves people with tears.

Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.

6. How sad can a sad poem be? Like a river flowing eastward.

-Li Yu, "When is the Spring Flower and Autumn Moon"? Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. -Li Shangyin's Untitled Time was long before I met her, and even longer after we parted: to see the sun, for all his glory was buried by the coming night.

-Li Shangyin's "Le Garden Scenic Area" Mo Chou has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you. -Gao Shi's "Don't move your big ears" is not a heartless thing, but it is more protective to turn into spring mud.

-Gong Zizhen's "Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems No.5" On a frosty night, Jiang Feng fished and slept. -Zhang Ji's "a night-mooring near maple bridge" makes you cry. I hate not seeing you before I get married.

-Zhang Ji's "Yin Jiefu sends Dongping Li Sikong Stone Island" is unfinished, and tears flow first. -Li Qingzhao's Wuling Spring Festival Evening, but before he could conquer it, he died, and the heroes cried on their coats from then on.

-Du Fu's "Book of Scholarship" petals have fallen like tears, and the lonely bird has sang grief. -Du Fu's "Spring Hope" But since the water is still flowing, although we use swords to cut, it is even more worrying to raise a glass to eliminate our worries.

-Li Bai's "Shu Yun, a farewell letter to Xuanzhou Xielou" is shallow and fragrant at dusk. -Lin Bu's "Xiao Mei in the Mountain Garden (I)" held hands and looked at each other with tears, but they were speechless.

-Liu Yong's "Yulin makes the cicada sad" asked for flowers with tears and flew over the swing. -Ouyang Xiu's "How Deep is the Courtyard" The flying flowers are as light as dreams, and the drizzle is as fine as sorrow.

-Qin Guan's "Huanxisha Lonely Cold Building" Where are my wife and my son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily. -Du Fu's "The Yellow River is Recovered by the Imperial Army" Sand Sea deepens the ice depth, and the clouds are bleak. Wan Li Ning.

-"Bai Xuege Farewell to Tian Shuji Wu's Home" drew a corner mourning in the setting sun of the city. Shenyuan is not a pool platform revival, and the spring waves under the sad bridge are green. It used to be an amazing photo. -Two poems by Lu You and Shen Yuan.

7. Poems describing sadness 1, tears without words begging for flowers, flying red over the swing.

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, long sorrow. 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.

8. Loneliness makes people fat. That's loneliness in 10 expansion. What we once thought unforgettable was forgotten by us in our unforgettable process. If the whole world betrays you, I will betray the whole world for you at 12, waiting, not for you to come back, but for an excuse not to leave. Missing is a permanent regret. 14. You can see the words I left on the screen, but you can't see the tears I shed on the keyboard. 15. You can't pretend to like it. You can't pretend to be happy Forever is the same as an instant. 16. If the memory becomes a fragment, it is because it is full of heartache 17 and your smile. It has become a wound in my heart that will never heal. 18, please don't walk around in my world. I just don't want you to go out because I'm afraid you'll walk in. 19, like to walk alone, no direction, no home, just want to find a place that suits you. 20, miss a period of palmprint, hidden in a certain time and place. I miss someone standing on the road that we care about. 2 1. I thought butterflies couldn't fly across the sea because they didn't have the courage to fly across the sea. Ten years later, I found that it was not the butterfly that could not fly, but the other side of the sea. I didn't wait ... 22. On the day you left, I decided not to shed tears, but to hold my eyes against the wind without blinking ... 23. Thank you for saying goodbye. The fire embraced the wood, and the wood smiled and turned to ashes! The fire cried! Tears go out by themselves, and wood is doomed to be burned when it falls in love with fire ... 26. Only when tears flow down, do you know that separation is another kind of understanding.

I really love you. I closed my eyes and thought I could forget, but the tears I shed didn't deceive me ... 28. On the way home, I cried and my tears collapsed again. I can't help but leave like this, and I dare not be proud and extravagant anymore. What else can I say? What else can I do? I hope you can hear me, because I love you and let you go ... 29. Don't say love easily, the promise you make is the debt you owe! 30. mine is mine after all. I am your passer-by after all. You never loved me. Nothing is destined to happen between you and me. No matter how I cross, no matter how I want to get close to you, you will still leave me. I miss you so much. I miss you so much. I really want to see you.

3 1, happiness on the face, others can see. Who can feel the pain inside me? 32. You can't be friends after breaking up, because you have hurt each other. You can't be enemies. Because you loved each other deeply, we became the most familiar strangers. 33. Some people meet like meteors. Instantly produce an enviable spark, but it is destined to just pass by in a hurry. 34. Time will slowly precipitate, and some people will gradually blur in your heart.

Learn to let go, your happiness needs to be realized by yourself. 35. I can feel your heartache. You have unspeakable helplessness ... but you act as if you don't care. The more you do this, the more uncomfortable I feel. Sometimes, for love, I quietly avoid it. What I avoid is the figure, but what I can't avoid is the silent feelings.

37. Love is precious until it is lost. Many people don't know how to cherish what they have. In fact, the most familiar is the most precious. 38. Sometimes, love is also a kind of injury. Cruel people choose to hurt others, and kind people choose to hurt themselves. 39. You left, with all my love, just saying goodbye. I looked at your back with tears. I really want to say "I love you" to you again 40. The air soaked by rain is tired and sad, and the fairy tales in memory have slowly melted. 4 1. Since I love you, why don't you say it? Some things have been lost, so I can't come back now! 42. Love is a feeling. When this feeling is gone, I am still forcing myself. This is called responsibility! Breaking up is courage! When this courage is gone, I am still encouraging myself. This is called tragic! 43. Life is endless and lonely. Loneliness is the eternal theme of love. I am alone with my shadow. It said it whispered to me. It says it misses you very much. It turns out that my shadow and I are thinking about you. 44. A tragedy has just been staged on the other side of perfection. All the blood and tears gave birth to new buds in the withered thorns. It will experience seven thunderstorms, and then blossom in humid air ... It is willing to make fishermen smile with its own life ... 46. I like to leave my mark on you, but I never remember that you never belonged to me ... If I don't like you any more one day, will my life be as decadent as before ... I don't want to live that life any more, so please at least like me before I give up on you ... 47 Think of me as a kite, or let me go or take me home. Don't bind me with an invisible emotion, which makes my heart ache. 49. It was snowing outside the window, making a cup of coffee, and I didn't know I was thinking of you until it was cold.

How can you understand my expectations! 50. The first time I cried because you weren't there, the first time I smiled because I met you, and the first time I laughed because I couldn't have you! 5 1, time is like a river, the left bank is an unforgettable memory, the right bank is a youthful time worth grasping, and the middle flows quickly, which is a touch of youthful sadness. There are many beautiful things in the world, but not many really belong to you.

Watching the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, the honor and disgrace are not surprised. Looking up at the sky, I have no intention of staying, and I have no intention of staying. In this tangled secular world, it is also a realm to learn to treat everything around you with a normal heart.

52. Our life is so helpless that we can't change it or change it. To make matters worse, we have lost the idea of changing it ... 53. Watching the flowers bloom in front of the court, we are not surprised by honor or disgrace. Looking up at the sky, we have no intention of staying, and we have no intention of staying. 54. In this tangled secular world, it is also a realm to learn to treat everything around you with a normal heart.

55. The most regrettable thing in life is that it is easy.

9. Poems about Sadness: Young and Beautiful Jie Jiang

Teenagers listen to the rain in the song building,

The red candle is weak.

In the prime of life, listening to the rain on the boat,

Jiang Kuoyun's Wild Goose is called West Wind.

Now listen to the rain monk,

The temple is full of stars.

Sadness and sorrow are always related to love.

Drop by drop, the next step is not started until dawn.

Say goodbye to Li Shutong.

Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue. The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain! The horizon, the horizon, intimate friends are half scattered. A pot of turbid wine will make you happy, so don't go to Meng Han tonight.

Qin Yi's "Li E Qing Zhao"

Lingaoge,

Ye Ping in the chaotic mountains is full of smog.

The smoke is thin,

When the rooster crows and returns,

Smell the horn at dusk.

Fragrance dies, lingering fragrance,

The west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall.

Wutongluo,

It's autumn again,

Still lonely.

Speak slowly and softly, Li Qingzhao

Looking around, lonely and sad.

It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.

Three cups and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? The wind is rushing at dawn.

Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.

Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can break it now?

Looking out the window, how can you be black alone!

Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk.

This time, what a sad sentence!

Du Fu in Spring

Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.

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.