An ancient poem expressing personal depression

1. Ancient Poems about Depression Poems

Poetry about depression 1. What are the poems that express "extreme inner depression"?

Poems that express "extreme depression in my heart" are:

1. There are trees on the mountain, and there are branches on the wood. I don't know. _ _ _ _ Anonymous Song of Ren Yue

There are infinite blue hands in the world, so you can't draw with sadness. _ _ _ _ Gao Chan's Night Scene of Jinling

3. A moment that should last forever? Before I knew it, it had come and gone. _ _ _ _ Li Shangyin's "Jinse"

4. Free flying flowers are as light as dreams, and endless silk rain is as fine as sorrow. _ _ _ _ Qin Guan's Lonely Cold Building in Huanxisha

5. Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor Worried about adding new words. _ _ _ _ Xin Qiji's Ugly Slave, the middle wall of Shuboshan Road

6. Time only reminds people that they are old, don't believe in family, leave the pavilion for a long time, and wake up in tears. _ _ _ _ Yan Shu's "Picking mulberry seeds, time only makes people old"

7. A leaf and the sound of autumn, a little banana and a little sadness, after the third night of dreams. _ _ _ _ Xu Zaisi's Water Fairy Night Rain

People don't know where to go, but peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. _ _ _ _ Cui Hu's "South Village of Beijing"

9. The shadows are shallow and the dusk is fragrant. _ _ _ _ Lin Bu's "Xiaomei in the Mountain Garden" Part I

10. But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with swords, it is even more sad to raise our glasses. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's Song of Shu Yun/Escorting Yu Shuhua Upstairs, a farewell letter to Xuanzhou Xielou.

1 1. Return the pearl with tears, wishing we could not meet before marriage. _ _ _ _ Zhang Ji's "Yin Jiefu Send Dongping Lishi Island"

12. How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward. _ _ _ _ Li Yu "When is the Spring Flower and Autumn Moon?

13. When night comes, my dream suddenly comes home. The window of Xiao Xuan. Dress up. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears _ _ _ _ Su Shi's "Twenty Memories of Dreams in the First Month of Jiang"

14. Don't laugh when you are drunk on the battlefield. How many wars were fought in ancient times? _ _ _ _ Two Liangzhou Poems by William Wang, Part One.

15. Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud will protect the flowers. _ _ _ _ Gong Zizhen's Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems, The Fifth

16. I don't know if the meaning of drunkenness is not in water, but the boat is full of dreams. _ _ _ _ Tang Wenru Title Caoqinghu, Longyang County

2. Are there any poems describing depression?

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.

A poem describing sadness. 8. Holding hands and looking at tears, I sobbed silently, thinking and thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, and the twilight was 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.

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.

3. Poems describing sadness and helplessness

Poems describing helplessness

1. I gave my heart to the moon, but the moon shone on the ditch!

2. Everything is wrong. Keep your eyes up and your eyebrows down. Raise your eyes, lower your eyebrows, and point to the silent tears.

The small building was easterly again last night, so my country couldn't bear to look back on the month.

4. Cochineal tears make people drunk and heavy, and natural people hate water when they grow up.

5. I want to talk to Yao Qin, but I have few intimate friends. Who will listen to a broken string?

6. once the sea was difficult for water, it was always amber.

7. Juck Zhang's leaves are rotten in Xiwan, and the lotus seeds are still in bloom. Dreams never leave the river, and people preach the phoenix mountain lang. But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows.

8. I can't get rid of this situation, I can only frown but mind!

9. Who knows that in this life, my heart is in Tianshan and I am always in Cangzhou.

10. At that time, the bright moon was there, and the colorful clouds returned.

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12. Now, I know the taste of sadness, and I want to talk about it. I want to say I'd better have a rest, but I said it's cold and autumn.

13. The wind blows the sky, just smile, don't worry.

14. The mountain by the sea is like a sword, and Qiu Lai cuts his heart everywhere.

15. Where do you synthesize sadness? Leave people's hearts to autumn.

16. Overlooking the river from Yokooka, I was worried about Wan Li in front of the Floating Life Hall.

17. Peaches and plums laugh at the festive season, and Noda wasteland is only sad.

18. If you keep cutting, you will still be confused. This is separation. Don't have a taste in my heart.

19. The threshold chrysanthemum worries about smoke and blue tears, the curtain is light and cold, and the swallows fly away.

20. The whole world is muddy. I am alone. Everyone is drunk and I wake up alone.

2 1. Hua Lin thanked Chunhong, but she was in a hurry and had to brave the cold rain and come to the wind.

22. What's it like to twist the autumn heart into ashes? What's it like to lie down and watch the piano score, but for whom?

23. The cycle of change has become a thing of the past, and the dignity of this mountain still commands the cold river.

24. Microwave hates the sea, and the moon is heartless.

4. Poems about helplessness

1. Flowers bloom and fall, flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.

-Song Dynasty Li Qingzhao's "A Piece of Plum, Lotus Root Fragrance and Autumn Remnant Jade"

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Flowers, wandering by themselves, water, wandering by themselves, a kind of parting acacia, affecting two leisure worries. Ah, what can't be ruled out is this lovesickness, this sadness, which just disappeared from the frowning brow and entangled in my heart.

2, but the night is long and people don't sleep, and the sound of the moon comes.

-Five Dynasties Li Yu's "Temper Order, Deep Courtyard Quiet"

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In the middle of the night, the moonlight and the sound of anvil penetrated into the curtains, which made people think of recruiting people outside and evoked endless lovesickness. Therefore, I can't sleep at night and my mind is full of worries.

3, but bound by some fame and fortune, but dragged down by him!

-"Preface to autumn scenery" Wang Anshi in Song Dynasty

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Really helpless! I am bound by insignificant fame and fortune, and delayed by feelings that I can't give up.

4, teenagers do not know the taste, fall in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor Worried about adding new words.

Now that I know what it's like to worry, I want to talk about it. I want to talk about it. But it is a cool autumn.

-"Ugly Slave, Shuboshan Road Middle Wall" Xin Qiji in Song Dynasty

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People don't know the taste of sadness when they are young, and they like to climb high and look far. I like to climb high and see far, and I am reluctant to say that I am worried about writing a new word.

Now I have tasted sadness, but I want to say it but I can't say it. I want to say it, but I can't say it. What a cool autumn!

5, if you want to go, you have to live! If you get a mountain flower, Mo Wen will be a slave.

-"Bu Operator Don't Love Dust" Yan Rui of Song Dynasty

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It's time to go. How can you stay here? If you can put flowers in your head, you don't need to ask me where I am going.

5. What ancient poems describe "depressed mood and low morale"?

1, Tianjingsha Qiu Si-Ma Zhiyuan in Yuan Dynasty.

Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are 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.

2. Night Shift-Gao Shi in Tang Dynasty

The cold light in the hotel stayed alone and didn't sleep, and the guest turned sad.

My hometown is a thousand miles away tonight, and first frost will be next year.

I was lying alone in the hotel, with cold light shining on me, and I couldn't sleep for a long time. What makes me sad as a tourist? People in my hometown must miss me thousands of miles away tonight; The sideburns have turned gray, and tomorrow is a new year.

3. "Haochu sent his friends to Beijing with Shi Guanshan"-Liu Zongyuan in Tang Dynasty

The sharp mountain by the sea is like a sword, and Qiu Lai cuts his heart everywhere.

How can we turn this body into tens of millions, scattered to the heads of state's homes to see!

The sharp mountain by the sea is like a sword, cutting people's minds in autumn everywhere. How can we turn this body into Qian Qian and scatter it to every mountain peak to pay tribute to our hometown!

4. Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems (220)-Gong Zizhen in Qing Dynasty

Only the great explosive power of lightning can make the land of China exude vitality, but the social and political situation is not angry, but a kind of sadness.

I advise God to cheer up and not stick to certain norms to belittle more people.

Only thunderous power can make the land of China full of vitality, but the social and political situation is dead after all, which is a kind of sadness. I advise god to cheer up, don't stick to certain specifications and get rid of more talents.

5. Qiupu Song (XV)-Li Bai in Tang Dynasty

White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard.

I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror.

White hair as long as three thousands of feet, it is because of sadness that it grows so long. Somewhere in the mirror, autumn frost falls on my head.

6. Ancient poems describing depressed fighting spirit

Qiupu Song (Part 15)

Author: Li Bai

Year: Tang Dynasty

White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard.

I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror.

This poem was written in the last years of Tianbao in Li Longji, Xuanzong of Tang Dynasty. At that time, the Tang Dynasty was politically corrupt and the poet was deeply worried about the whole situation. At this time, Li Bai was over 50 years old, and his ideal could not be realized, but he was suppressed and excluded. Why not let the poet worry about his white hair and dye his temples with autumn cream?

The main achievement is Li Bai (70 1 February 28-762), whose name is Taibai, and whose name is Qinglian lay. China, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, is known as the "Poet Fairy" and a great romantic poet. Han nationality, ancestral home in Ji Cheng County, Longxi County (now south of Jingning County, Pingliang City, Gansu Province), was born in Changlong County, Mianzhou County, Shu County (now Qinglian Township, jiangyou city City, Sichuan Province), and was born in Broken Leaves in the Western Regions (now tokmak, Kyrgyzstan). Died in dangtu county, Anhui. His father Li Ke and his wives Xu and Liu have two sons (Boqin, naturally) and a daughter (Pingyang). There are more than 0/000 poems in the world, with masterpieces such as Difficult Road to Shu, it is hard to go, Climbing Mount Tianmu in a Dream, Jiang and Li Taibai Ji. He died in 762 AD at the age of 6 1. Its tomb is in Dangtu, Anhui, and there are memorial halls in Jiangyou, Sichuan and Anlu, Hubei.

Since childhood, Li Bai often went to Daitian to talk to Taoist priests about Taoism. Later, in Minshan, he lived in seclusion with a hermit named Dongyanzi, devoted himself to studying, and did not enter the city for many years. They keep many exotic birds and work as animal keepers in the mountains where they live. These beautiful and docile birds, accustomed to being kept, fly in for food every once in a while, as if they can understand human language. As soon as they scream, they fly down the steps from all directions, and they can even peck the food in people's hands without fear. This incident was spread as an anecdote, from far to near, and finally Mianzhou secretariat personally went up the mountain to watch birds eat. Seeing that they could direct the movement of birds, the secretariat decided that they had Taoism, so he wanted to recommend them to take the Taoist exam. However, both of them politely refused. Zhao Kun was a famous strategist at that time and a good friend of Li Bai. In the fourth year of Kaiyuan (AD 7 16), he wrote ten volumes of long and short classics. Li Bai was only sixteen at that time. Zhao Kun's strategic works, which studied the similarities and differences of the Six Classics, analyzed the situation in the world, emphasized the way of rise and fall, and managed chaos, aroused Li Bai's great interest. He is bent on making contributions in the future and likes to talk about the way of Wang Ba, which is also influenced by this book.

7. Poems describing hidden and repressed feelings

1. Why does Qiangdi blame Yangliu? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass.

2. Acacia says acacia, and Shiro hates Mandy.

I am not famous or married, so I may not be as good as others.

The cycle of change has become a thing of the past, and the dignity of this mountain still commands the cold river.

But no matter how unlucky the poet is, he will be defeated by the monarch.

6. There is no flame in the residual lamp. I heard that you have landed in Jiujiang this evening.

7. The moonlight was white in front of the Yellow Crane Tower, and I suddenly saw Emei guests.

8. The Jade Emperor blows the Yellow Crane Tower, and plum blossoms fall into Jiangcheng in May.

9. Say goodbye to the Yellow Crane Tower and waste time in Huaihai and Autumn.

10. People in stonebridge, Li Qiao don't know that a week is like a month.

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12. The whole world is muddy. I'm alone. Everyone is drunk. I wake up alone.

13. I am looking forward to the moon tonight. I wonder whose home is Qiu Si?

14. But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with swords, it is even more sad to raise our glasses.

15. Ice crystals dripping into the heart, the road is empty, and the jathyapple is incomplete.

16. Sit quietly and listen to the rain outside the window, playing sad songs in the dark and cold night.

17. People laugh at me for being crazy, but I am determined to be cynical.

18. The night is hazy, sighing and looking at the night sky.

19. After going through all kinds of hardships, I finally got through it and sat in my heart.

20. The dream of the soul is inseparable from the golden bow, and the drawing shows the jade crow fork.

8. Ancient poems describing gloomy sentences

Qingshan wants to talk down-to-earth, with thousands of troops. The misty rain is low, I hope not to come.

People always worry when they talk on their heads. Sha Ou clapped his hands and laughed with a sad face.

In the evening, Western jackdaw in the west is sad, and Liutang is green but gentle. No one would believe that there would be a sad life in the world if it were not for the bitterness of grief at this moment.

Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.

There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.

-Li Qingzhao's "A Piece of Plum"

Red crisp hands, Huangteng wine, Mancheng spring willow.

Dongfeng evil, with a faint heart and a cup of sadness, has been separated for several years.

Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad.

Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books. -Lu You's "Hairpin Phoenix"

The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, and Western jackdaw in the west is shocked.

Acacia knows when to meet, and this night is embarrassing.

-Li Bai's autumn wind poem

Heartbroken, tears are hard to collect, and acacia belongs to xiaohonglou. I know that there are countless chaotic mountains that block the distant sky, but I can't help leaning against the railing and staring at it all the time.

Jathyapple Loutai, Chou-heung Courtyard, people come and go cheerfully. Who is sad when autumn comes? Song Yu was so sad!

Divide cups and plates, sing and dance at leisure, and ask him what's so sad about? It's also sad to think about it. It's rainy and windy on the Double Ninth Festival.

At the end of spring, Baochai parted, Taoyedu crossed and Nanpu Ada was dark. I'm afraid of climbing up high-rise buildings. It's windy and rainy for nine days in ten days.

The heartbroken patch is almost flushed, and no one cares. Who will call prostitutes to stop?

Look at the temple. Try to count the flowers in the psychological period.

Luo Zhang's lamp is faint, sobbing in his dream: it is his spring that brings sadness. Where does it lead? But I don't understand, I'm going home!

Expose the waste pool willow with a cigarette fan, and wash it in the rain to dry. Like the spring breeze, wash and dry the rain.

Take off your pants and go home quickly. I hate thousands of feelings. Hate thousands of feelings, each boring and singing.

The mulberry pickers had to stop asking questions and live alone in a dangerous house. Relying on a dangerous building alone, I don't believe there are other troubles in the world.

It's time for you to go to bed. You can go back to rest. You can return it and say that you will settle accounts with Xifeng.

Tell the wine booth. Look at Yuan Ming, a handsome figure, Wolong Zhuge. Where does the magpie fly? Step on the soft snow.

Break your hat and add more hair. Residual water and mountains have no attitude, and thin and mature become romantic. Two or three geese are also bleak.

Beautiful women pay more attention to dating than farewell. Qingjiang River is frozen in cold weather, and the water depth is frozen. A broken road wheel has four corners where pedestrians pin their bones.

Ask who makes you sad? It is wrong to cast today's homesickness, and it is expected to be very hard at first. Long night flute, don't play!

9. Are there any disturbing poems in ancient poetry?

Ancient poems about depression: Li Qingzhao's Spring Breeze in Wuling has exhausted its fragrance, and she is tired of combing her hair at night.

Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first. It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes.

I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried. Drunken flowers, thick clouds and fog, eternal sorrow, refreshing mind, golden beasts disappear.

Double Ninth Festival, lying in bed, in the middle of the night, the cold on my body has just been soaked. Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his 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. A piece of plum, red lotus root, fragrant residual jade autumn.

Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.

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. The voice search is slow, cold and lonely, and it is * * * * * * *.

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! Li Yu's qingping music "Spring is not yet half" is heartbreaking. The order of autumn may be like snow in the snow, brush it off and then flow down full.

Hongyan has flown back, the journey is far away, and the dream is hard to come true. The sadness of parting is like weeds in spring, which go further and further.

Sauvignon Blanc has two mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high and the smoke is cold, and the acacia maple leaves are Dan. Flowers bloom, flowers are not complete, geese fly high, but they don't come back.

In the past 40 years, the country has been home, and the mountains and rivers are three thousand miles. Long Ta in Fengge, a cigarette in Yushu Qiongzhi.

I've known him several times. Once I was classified as a minister, I bent down and took time.

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

The wind in Yu Meiren has returned to the yard, and the willow eye continues. With the silence of the diaphragm for a long time, the sound of bamboo is still like a new moon.

The ice on the surface of the pool is melting before the song is over. Candles are bright and fragrant, paintings are deep, and temples are covered with frost and snow.

In the dark night, the flowers in the forest withered in spring. They were in a hurry, but they had no choice but to come to the cold rain and the evening breeze. Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy.

Naturally, people hate water when they grow up. Sand waves make the rain outside the curtain gurgle and the spring fades away.

Allred-rochow is too cold to stand. I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day.

Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away. Running water is gone, and spring is gone.

Yan's butterfly lovers dreamed of the misty water in the south of the Yangtze River and went all the way to the south of the Yangtze River, but no one left him. When they sleep, they are lost in ecstasy, but they are disappointed. When they tried to make full use of this love letter, they finally had no evidence. However, they broke Qin Zhenglie by relying on slow-string songs. Butterfly lovers is drunk and can't remember the West Building. It's really a good reunion. This is half the moon. The night is cold and empty, crying for others. Partridges are drunk, patting the spring shirt and cherishing the old fragrance, and the sky will be far from annoying. Autumn grass grows older on strangers, and the sunset falls in the building every day. Clouds and mist surround the water, and the journey of recruiting people is long. Acacia has no words, so don't bother to shed tears on stationery. Life inspectors have a long dream, but fish and geese have almost no sound and dust. Poor temple. Love and hate are not as good as people. There are several plays being staged in a spring, but Qiu Lai's books are even rarer. Phoenix cold, lonely pillow, worried about wine. Even if the dream soul is empty, it is comparable to the dream. Chun Qing, a beautiful girl in Nalan, saw a thin pear flower and scattered fragments. What is the sunset near dusk? There is still no soul in the world.

Yinyin doesn't dream of the words at that time, but is close to each other. Be a dreamer for Iraq and call for truth in the dark.

The blue wet funeral has been infinitely sad recently. Who has a long talk? Everything is subject to fate. In early spring, the green shadows are dancing outside the window, the geese are returning, and the orioles are singing and dancing, and tears are streaming down their faces. I enjoyed the beautiful scenery with you in the past, but now I have lost it and failed to live up to my past affection.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew and the breeze shook. I thought it was your soul, but I can only wait for the end of love. Nan Xiangzi wept for the dead woman, but she was silent. She only regrets the past and saves her knowledge by Dan Qing.

Yingying. You can't draw it if you are sad.

Don't be too specific Wake up early in the middle of the night.

Qing wakes up early and dreams more. Call the rain bell at night.

I felt this hatred when the dead woman died. Lost step, cold rain rest, buried flowers.

I had a long dream for three years. I think I woke up. Material also has feelings, and the world is tasteless.

Not as cold and lonely as the dust on the night platform. The card issuer made a promise, but then abandoned it.

If there are Pisces in Chongquan. It is good to know him, who he has been suffering from, and who he is relying on.

I turned around from midnight, and I endured listening to Xiang Xian's excuse. When it's over, he'll know himself.

I'm afraid it's unlucky for both of them, and they're going to live in the wind and sleep outdoors again. Clear tears, confetti.

Qingping music is sad, and the * * * Yellow Flower Festival. In the dream, the anvil sound is muddy, more chaotic and more sad.

Dust gives birth to swallows, but the bed keeps strings. The wind is like a waning moon, but now it is worrying.

Spread out the wind that breaks the happy sand, and the residue has turned into a flat, and the mud lotus is just a thousand lotus roots; Be careful not to burn a clove of incense and remember the past life. People feel sentimental and thin, and now they really regret it; Looking back at heartbroken, tears steal zero.

Happy Shawan Liyinshan Bay Lisa, who will frost the temples? Over the years, half of them are at the end of the world.

Soul dreams cannot be separated from the golden bow, and you can see the jade crow fork in the painting. Poor thing, lose a penny.