Talk about sad ancient poems

No matter how hard you try, you can't get into that man's heart. It is not necessarily that you are not good enough, but that person keeps strengthening that wall in his heart.

A small wind does not disperse a thousand sorrows, and a drizzle adds a tear.

In the middle of the night, the bell of the rainforest won't complain. -Nalanxing Deman Ci, archaized Ci, Cambodian friend

Worried about northerners, not used to listening. -Li Qingzhao's "Adding Ugly Slaves" Who planted banana trees at the window?

A tree is green and a tree is sad, but a few people hate it. -Bai Juyi's "Green Gate Willow"

The peony has tears of spring, but the rose lies weak —— Qin Guan's Spring Day

Endless acacia blood and tears throw red beans, and spring, willow and spring are full of flowers. -Cao Xueqin's Red Bean Talk

After the sad old friend left, he ignored the new poems-Han Gong Chun and Mei by Li Bing.

I'm worried that an arrow will make half a shot warm, so I passed a few shots all the way back. -Zhou Bangyan's Warriors Lanling and Liu.

Deliberately leaning on the painting column, clearing the anvil and blaming the flute to send you to dusk. -Cao Xueqin's Ode to Bai Hai Tang

Bees don't know people's sufferings, and Yaner doesn't know people's worries. -Cheng Gai's tallest building, old sorrow.

A person is sad and self-sustaining. -Gong Zizhen's "Waves on the Sand" and "Writing Dreams"

Acacia at night is more leaking, and the moon is dry. I miss you. I'm cold. -Wei Zhuang's "Lovesickness at Night in Huanxisha" is more incomplete.

Looking at the grass in the distance, the clothes are fragrant and recall the spring. -Shi Dazu's Linjiang Fairy. The tired guest is old now.

Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei. -Yan's "Two Poems of Linjiang Fairy"

Mingyue, Mingyue, Hu Jia is so sad. -Dai Shulun's "Turning to Qu Ying to Distinguish Grass"

Tired Mashan is worried day and night, and the lonely boat is afraid of the cold in spring. -Zhang Wei's Du's Imperial Tribute Ceremony

Lonely boudoir, gentle heart, one inch of sorrow. -Li Qingzhao's "Dianjiang Lip" and "Boudoir Thinking"

My concubine looks like Xu Shan, and Lang looks like a stone Buddha. -Zhu Yizun's "Song of Yuanyang Lake"

Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi" recorded a dream on the twentieth day of the first month.

Life will return, and death will be Sauvignon Blanc. -Su Wu's "Getting Married"

It's too hard to learn from Zhu Yingtai by Gubei Pavilion.

After a few days of loneliness and drunkenness, smoking was banned in the bleak room. -Yan Shu is untitled, and the tanker will no longer meet.

Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you. -Gao Shi's "Don't Move Sophomore"

The beast furnace sinks hookah, and pieces of green marsh flowers write the biography of acacia. -Zhang Kejiu's Sai Hong Qiu

Dongyang wine market, get drunk and rest, enjoy his tears today. -Zhu Fu "The Pride of the Fisherman" Xiaoyu is slender and fine, and the wind is fine

The grass-green skirt is dyed with mountain colors, and it is tired of leisure and worry. -the text "Fairy" grass green skirt waist mountain dyed black.

Reading Lantang red candle, my heart is long and my fire is short, and my tears are spilled on the world. -Yan Shu's Autumn Shook the Imperial Court. Don't come thousands of miles away.

This is the heart of my life, and I shed a thousand tears for you. -Liu Yong's "Recalling the Imperial Capital" thin bed and small pillow cold weather

Who knows my love at this time, tears in front of my pillow, rain in front of my window and drops outside my window. Nie Shengqiong's Partridge and Love.

Thousands of charming faces, standing with ying ying, speechless and tearful, struggling to look back with heartbreak. -Liu Yong's Lotus Picking Order and Yue Hua Harvest

Losing my geese makes my woman colorless. Losing me in Qilian Mountain kept my six animals alive. -Xiongnu song

In the setting sun of infinite sadness, the old country is desolate, leaving a piece of red. -Xia Wanchun's "Pruning Plums" and "Singing Willow"

Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. Especially the taste in my heart. -Li Yu's Meet You Huanhuan went to the West Building without saying a word.

No one at home is bright in the autumn, and the night frost falls first. -Zhang Lei's "Sitting at Night" No one has a bright moon at home.

When will you look back at Zhejiang Tide? How many bridges have you crossed on the cherry blossoms? -Ten poems by Su Ji, choose two.

The willow trees in the West Lake are absolutely romantic. Watching the building full of youth say goodbye. -Zhang Xian "Magnolia" West Lake Willow is absolutely romantic

There is no such thing as an inch of lovesickness. -Li Guan's love poem Dead Hua Lian

Tears are rolling in my eyes. Why not meet and get married? -"Female Fu" was sent to Li of Dongping.

If you are afraid to leave your arms, don't suffer any more. How much do you want to say? -Li Qingzhao's "Fenglou Pipes"

The window of Xiao Xuan. Made up. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. -Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi" dreams on the 20th day of the first month.

Buttonwood, it rains in the middle of the night, and it doesn't leave you feeling bitter. A leaf made a sound and the empty steps fell into the light. -the text "Three Songs and Three Songs"

Going home should be, childish, laughing at me. -Wu Ji "Tell the truth". Do not sleep at night.

One is at the end of the world and the other is in the corner of the earth. The shadow of life is not attached to the five shapes, and the soul of death is not connected with the five dreams. -Han Yu's "Send Twelve Lang Wen"

Ups and downs in a hurry, don't ask for fame and tears, want to be fascinated. -Huang Ji's "Frosted Corner" is a true river night sleep

Give up the ladle, now mercury doesn't love gold. Only when I saw Huanglong did I know that I had used my heart wrong before. -Yan Lu's Poems after Enlightenment by Huang Longji.

During the Qin and Han Dynasties, there was sorrow in the classics, and thousands of palaces were polluted. -Zhang's "High Goat Tongguan Nostalgia"

How many pedestrians burst into tears in the middle of Qingjiang River in Yugutai? Looking at Chang 'an in the northwest, there are countless poor mountains. Castle peak can't cover up, after all, it flows east. In the evening, the river is gloomy and there are partridges in the mountains. -Xin Qiji's book Bodhisattva Man and Jiangxi Orifice Wall

Yong Yong Xin Yan swallowed a cold voice, about her age. -Li Yu's "Xie Xinen" Ran Ran Qiu Guang can't stay.

The fishing market is full of solitary smoke, and the water town is full of Wu Ye's sorrow. -Liu Yong's Snow Plum Fragrance and Jing Xiaosuo

Immediately drop the soul clothes and cry. Every one, for Gunter. -Cheng Gai's "Cold Acacia, Frosty Moon Hanging, Cold Forest".

White chicken in the window, Ma Si in the pillow. -Gu Zhenguan's "Bodhisattva Man Man" Mountain City Midnight Gold Rush View

Holding hands, I miss the moon and the pavilion, and I smell the flute on the bridge, thinking about the past and the future like a dream, and my tears are dark. -Zhou Bangyan's The Warrior Lanling.

Who wants to teach white clothes to deliver wine? Guan Hanqing drunk the east wind, Double Ninth Festival.

Tears wet Luo clothes full of powder. Four stacks of sunshine, sung a thousand times. -Li Qingzhao's "Butterfly Lovers" tears wet Luo Yi powder "

The wind and rain in Mitsue leaned against the railing, tying the ladies' twelve buns to the ladies. -Huang Tingjian's "Climbing Yueyang Tower and Watching Junshan in the Rain"

Swallow branches and yellow leaves fall, and my concubine looks at the platform. Yun Lan at sea is broken, only autumn. Hu Bing went to Shaguan, and Han Shi went to Guanguan. The sky never returns, and the grass never dies. -Qiu Si of Li Bai.

I always miss sleepless nights, and the moonlit window is empty. -Meng Haoran's "On Returning to Zhongnanshan/Returning to Hometown/Returning to Nanshan at the End of the Year"

Banana hearts don't show lilac's frustration, but they are also sad about the spring breeze. -Li Shangyin's "Two Gifts"

Before singing and dancing, I changed my hairstyle in the dark in the bustling mirror. -Sadulla's Nian Nu Jiao Jiao, the rhyme of Erpo in Deng Shi Town.

Sorrow is always merciless. One step ago, it dripped until dawn. -Jie Jiang's "Yu Meiren" listens to the rain

On a frosty night, Jiang Feng sleeps by fishing and fire.

Teenagers don't know what it's like to fall in love with the floor sadly.

Light smoke, dissolved in the hospital, the moon is in pear blossoms.

Hate rustling, ruthless wind and rain, rubbing Joan Ji at night.

Rain is fine and smoke is late. The new green swimming pool is full.

Don't come, do you want to get rid of lovesickness?

People worry about the clouds, and they feel the style of study.

Think about Chu Yunsheng, and people will be far away.

Who pity blowing sheng, Tianya Xiang.

I don't know if I am a guest in my dream, but I am greedy every day.

Infinite new worries are hard to talk with the wind.

The dream's eyes disappeared, and it was impossible to send her a message because of the distance.

The night is not lonely, and the lust is lonely. The breeze estimates that the moon is homesick.

But when the west wind comes, there is no way to change it secretly.

Shake hands and sigh, tears make a living.

The east wind is rustling, the rain is raining, and the wheels outside the lotus pool are faintly thundering.

Snow is falling one after another, covering the heavy door, and I can't help but dream about it and carefully study Jiang Meiyun.

Thin this year, not dry wine, not sad autumn

You felt the dream come true, but the green window felt the warblers and the dawn.

It takes a long time to send Hong Fei to the north.

In fact, scale interface is intolerable, and the stone eye is surrounded by water for an hour. It is said that it is raining when it is dry, but it is suspected that the dragon is fighting.

And Zicheng said that life and death are lenient. Hold your son's hand and grow old with him.

Cinnabar turns into gold, and riding a dragonfly to Taiqing's house makes people sad.

Tears are hidden on the pillow, and flowers are heartbroken.

Help each other in the same boat with you and return to the other side.

As long as you are lonely, you have to cover up the title of your hometown.

Hate you is not like the moon, east and west, north and south.

It's been like a dream for more than 20 years, although it's shocking.

Where is Wangxiang in the northwest? Look at the moon several times in the southeast.

In the dead of night, facing the wine, I am still dreaming.