Poetry describing depression

How much leisure, a wisp of smoke, the wind in the city, plum yellow rain.

Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two kinds of carefree, this situation can not be eliminated, only frown, return my heart.

White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard. I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror.

The fog is thick, the clouds are sad forever, the brain is clear, the golden beast disappears, and the Double Ninth Festival. Jade pillow gauze kitchen is cool in the middle of the night, and Dongli wine is fragrant after dusk. Mo Tao doesn't forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

Cutting is always confusing, which means leaving sadness, especially the general taste in my heart.

Please measure the water in the East China Sea to see the shallow sorrow.

Think long and hate long, and hate it until it's time to pay back.

I entrust my sad thoughts to the moon, hoping to accompany you to the west of Yelang.